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you love playing the victim when it’s convenient. / @runeians riko for jean?! 👁️

Jean does not have the luxury for his head to spin. He's been violently corralling his attention to the present since the moment he realized Kevin wasn't coming back — the moment he had met Riko's eyes and known, deep in the marrow of his bones, that something fundamental had shattered.

An hour, he'd asked for, just distract him for an hour.

Because he knew that Jean would. For him ? Anything.

So, no, Jean is certainly not a victim. He is a Moreau; this is precisely what he deserves. This is what he was born for, raised for, lives for, and will most likely die for: to serve the Moriyamas, all until the bitter end. Everything he has endured he has walked into willingly — whether it's his poor performance on the court, or the way his eyes instinctually wandered, or unknowingly lying long enough for Kevin Day to disappear from the Nest.

( he does not think about Kevin's hand and the mangled flesh and the spurt of blood as bones crushed and Kevin jerked under Jean's hold — )

❝ I did not know. ❞ Pleading his case is useless. It's an excuse. But there's this feral part of him that no one ever managed to kill that clings to life with every claw. And a softer, stupider part of him that should have died too that begs to see something in Riko's eyes other than distant fury.

( after all this, he's still just a stupid child, thinking that he might find any trace of affection when he looks at Riko. wanting it. )

"AngeeeEEEELLLLLLL!!!" Valentino barks to summon the sinner, where ever he was within the tower. Just in case his voice didn't carry, Val flipped open his phone open and sent out a quick text with one hand, his others digging through his closet. Tonight was already off to a bad start ; his favorite pair of fishnets tore and it seems he's somehow absent another pair. He didn't NEED them but he felt a whole different kind of naked not having them. The uncomfortable kind. The kind that made his skin crawl and something just felt wrong. Besides he didn't want to wear pants today - not when his hot new little black dress was just begging to be taken out for a spin.

@runeians: i’m sorry. did i hit a fucking nerve? / michael

abigail starters / accepting

There's a moment of stillness as William stops. He'd been angry before, sure, but there's a shift at Michael's words. However, the stillness is quickly broken by William letting out a chuckle. And he hits his palm against the wall William had been near as he starts moving towards Michael. Not putting a hand on him yet, but a clear intrusion into Michael's personal space. "Don't you ever swear at me, Michael."

          𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐄  :    american  psycho   /   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒  :    accepting .ᐟ

a  single  brow  arches  as  fuchsia  glows  against     𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝  𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬  .     at  first ,     angel     𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠  𝑛𝑜𝑡  𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑     to  dignify  the  utterance  with     𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗕𝗔𝗟  𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪𝗟𝗘𝗗𝗚𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧  ;     it  seems  a     better  deal     to  leave  vox  to     𝒔𝒊𝒕  𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚     on  whatever     𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡  𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞     he’s  mounted  this  time .     whatever  his     fucking  problem  is ,   it  can’t  actually  have     𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒕𝒐  𝒅𝒐     with  angel ,     and  he’s  better  off     𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐭  .

           but  something  about  the  way    those  words     rattle  around  in  his  brain     𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡  𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤     for  that .     𝗡𝗢𝗧  𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦  𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘  .     perhaps  angel  is  just     𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅  ,     or  hosting  too  much     pent -  up  energy     in  need  of  an  outlet ,     but  he  finds  himself     𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠     right  into  the     𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑝  𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠  𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛  𝑠𝑒𝑡     for  him .     what’s  it  fuckin’  matter .ᐣ     there’s  nigh  to  nothing  vox  can     𝐝𝐨  𝐨𝐫  𝐬𝐚𝐲    that  he  hasn’t     𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚  𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅     to  what  feels  like     𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘     at  valentino’s  hands .

            “     that  make  ya  feel     𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑎’  𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡  𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓  ,     or  somethin’  .ᐣ    ”     asks  angel ,     one  of     many  manicured  hands     raising  to  perch  on  the  protrusion  of  a     𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗟𝗬  𝗛𝗜𝗣    ━━━━     cocked  out  in  a  manner  somehow    𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭     &     𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬     all  the  same .     “     𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆  ,     𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚  .     if     𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛’  𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑎     than  the     𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆  𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕  𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒆𝒅  𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆  𝒚𝒐𝒖  𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉     gets  yer  dick  ha’d  ,     i  ain’t  gonna  take  that  from  ya  .    ”    

                                    💌    :    @runeians .ᐟ

@runeians sent; “the next thing out your mouth better be an apology.” stirring the pot prompt / accepting

“I’m not fucking apologising for anything.”

Sure, maybe she had been the problem in the exact scenario for which Vox was now asking her to apologise for; but she wasn’t about to cower like one of his fucking employees to beg at his feet for forgiveness for a totally valid reaction at the Overlord meeting that she shouldn’t have even attended and, sure, perhaps she’d been overly and particularly harsh and now Vox expected her to agree that she’d overreacted?

Fat chance.

The other Overlords had been the problem, and their misconstrued logic. Velvette had made good points, and had called out the ridiculousness. Perhaps her approach had been a little aggressive, but an apology to Vox wasn’t going to change that now.

“Don’t argue with me as well when I only pointed out how stupidly blind they all are. The room agreed. Those two,” she grits her teeth at the thought of Carmilla specifically, but forces herself to go on. “Carmilla and the old bastard who sips his tea obnoxiously as fuck. They’re so far up their own arses, and no one else seems to realise it. Or, even if they do, no one wants to say it.”

There’s something frustrating about how Vox demands an apology for something that he probably would also agree with. Her reaction had been a little spiteful, she supposes, but had she done something else to warrant him being so angry at her? These days, it felt like Vox was almost as bad as Valentino was when seeking apologies or explanations.

Velvette clenched her fists and stepped away from him, narrowing her eyes.

@runeians whispered a line !! short, angsty scenario prompts ( accepting! ) ( yell ) : our muses get into a loud, heated argument 

❛ do you ever think before you do anything? do you have a brain to think with? ❜ vox exclaims, raising his voice. here he is, cleaning up yet another one of valentino's messes. accident or not, he is tired of it. if val wants to go around shooting people, he should be shooting their own workers, not going around shooting random people on the street. while he typically wouldn't care, the people he'd killed belonged to a client of vox's, one survivor who had recognised the hard - to - miss moth sinner. now vo was having to compensate them for the losses.

❛ if you have a problem, come to me first. i can find you a solution, you can't just fucking rampage at whoever you want! this is going to cost us thousands of dollars to fix, do you know that? this puts a bad spot on my reputation, both of our reputations. how do you expect me to work like that? where are the clients going to come from if they're all convinced you're going to willfully shoot their people? nitwit! ❜

the old term comes out, and he's pacing, typing on his phone to try and start figuring this out.

❛ this is coming out of your side of things, too. and you'd best be ready to apologise to them, at minimum on paper to sort this out. ❜

"Ohhhh now that's a little..." Charlie trailed off, clearly not sure what to say to that. Bit of a bizarre take, but this was the media demon after all.

"I mean I guess, but in that case did you really accomplish anything at all? Brain washing kind of just seems like too bit of an easy victory. A cheat. It feels kind of lazy. ...And also very wrong."

@runeians asked: ❝ “This is going to sound dumb, but… your lips are pretty.” [henry !!!] ❞

The sketchpad of potential designs had been long since set aside, William's attention firmly settled on Henry as they talked. Sat all too close to Henry and now turned to face him, one leg tucked under the other, elbow on the back of the sofa, cheek rested on arm. Genuinely casual, even as conversation died down. Right up until Henry spoke again. It wasn't easy to catch William off guard, but Henry had managed it. It took a couple of seconds to register. Then, simply: "Oh." William usually pegged himself as the one to pull a comment like that—smoother, of course, but still the case nonetheless. But now—