#rideinflames

' 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓. ' 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓, 𝐀𝐒 𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋. they continued about their business ; watering the plants, checking the hives, and carrying on looking terribly busy with meaningless tidying. nevermind the nagging little BUZZ that had taken up residence in the back of his mind the moment she'd mentioned their lord death. ' i hardly think it bears addressing. it was nigh on a century ago, darling - let bygones be bygones, as the humans say. '

' 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆. ' and truly it sounded a pleasure. black pools fixed upon her in their approach through the havoc of what had, 'til recently, been a hotel lounge. bullets weaved their rapid-fire dance about his slender form with nary a scratch … shouting, explosions, distant shrieks - they paid little heed to the chaos for it came hand in hand with WAR ( familiar, comforting ).

' my thanks for the open bar. ' he stepped behind the mahogany counter, glass crunching beneath designer soles. the blood and ash which littered the room seemed to have little sway over the crisp, clean lines of their suit ; cream, with silken accents of gold.