#rxmandrake

The moment she’d pulled into their parking space, she’d seen them. Four hulking men glad in leather and covered in tattoos, loitering around an SUV, eyes on the apartment building at first, but then on her. Heart pounding so hard in her chest as she sat in her car, she’d turned off the engine and cut the lights, hoping they’d leave before she had to get out. It didn’t seem likely, though, they’d obviously been there for some time already. 

Fumbling in the dark of the car for her phone, she hit the button to call upstairs to Roman, their balcony overlooking the parking lot. “Roman, he’s-...hey! no!” Realizing only too late that she hadn’t locked the door properly, it was already opened and a hand reaching in before she’d gotten to finish her boyfriend’s name. The first fist hit her then and there, knocking her phone to the floor of the car as a second hand reached in and yanked her from the vehicle by her ponytail. 

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“Well.. I guess I’m ready...” Voice soft as she stared at herself in the mirror in his..their...room, eyes locked on her own as she drank in the way the colour of the elegant but modest dress matched them perfectly. The day they’d bought it, the pair spending the day going from store to store to find something perfect, she’d loved it. Now, knowing she was going with him, was going to meet everyone he’d worked with, that it was their first real date.. she was nervous. Exceptionally so. Since their first kiss after his interaction with her brother, she had yet to even kiss him again, but that wasn’t for a lack of wanting to. It was more mostly for fear of crossing a line. She hadn’t even moved back to the couch since then. 

Opening the door to his room with a flourish laced with confidence she didn’t fully feel, the small female walked out, happy at the vintage shoes with their low heels. At least she could walk in them without looking ridiculous. “Well.. What do you think?” After hours on youtube she’d done her best with the make up they’d bought, and though her hair was done in a simple side braid, she’d pinned it up almost like fancy bun. Seemed the internet was just full of simple tricks to make things look fancy when they weren’t all that complicated. “I did the best I could... do I look like a clown?”

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Charlie is almost ALWAYS up before Roman. On the nights when he’s once more lost himself to a bottle, it never fails that he’ll wake up to a tall glass of water and three advil on the side table and the smell of fresh coffee brewing in the kitchen. 

Though really wanting to bring up June coming to live with them permanently, his drinking is an issue, though she doesn’t want to risk fighting with him so she doesn’t say anything. His drinking is the reason she hasn’t said the Love word to him while they’re sober.

When he’s drunk, she’ll hang with him until it becomes obvious and then go to bed without warning during one of his many trips to the washroom. Generally these night when he finally comes to be it’s him cuddling her because she generally feigns sleep.

Charlie’s finally applied for culinary school with the strings that Roman pulled with some of his contacts. Now she’s just waiting back to hear, Though she has thought about moving into campus accommodation, she can’t bring herself to leave him. He and June seem to be the one place in her life that she can’t help and be selfish with. 

"....Yeah, It was really terrible, I think it might have been rabid..." Her voice carrying through the apartment, Charlie hoped the closed door to his bedroom would keep Roman from hearing as she spoke to the officers she'd called to get ahead of it all after she'd gotten her exhausted Roman to pill supported sleep.

. "...We barely got out of there, it all happened so quickly." Giving the officer an appreciative look as he inquired to the state of her boyfriend. "Neither of us got hurt thankfully besides my head of course." Much worse for the wear after the beating that had proceeded Roman's change, Charlie had attributed it to the 'near mauling' and considering the level of carnage downstairs, there was little reason not to believe her. No Human could have caused that.

"...I'll just take a cab to the hospital, I don't really have any insurance right now. Thank you for offering, though." Smiling at him as he turned to leave after taking her information, she closed and locked the door behind him, making her way back to the bedroom, surprised to find Roman awake when she peeked in on him.

📷 for what my muse would say to the paparazzi about yours.@rxmandrake

Elliot: Mr. Drake has been hired by my family for reasons we cannot disclose. This is an entirely private matter and we kindly ask for your discretion. 

Elliot: We trust that he will handle the matter to the best of his abilities. We have every bit of faith in Detective Drake.

Elliot: I suggest you take your fucking character aspersions and background checks elsewhere, or I will have you forcibly removed from the premises. 

@rxmandrake @mementomorri NEVER GUNNA UNSEE IT...

i still stand by this. it cannot be unseen.

Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart…(Accepting)

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)