#toxicmalicex

He looked at her, frowning. He didn't truly expect that sort of reaction from her after his intrusion. Sure, they hadn't seen each other for years. Three years exactly. Three years after his trial. Three years after she chose her reputation over their daughter. And he couldn't bare seeing her live her life as if nothing had happened, walking into the crowded room as if they never met each others. Watching her talking to each guests, laughing to their jokes as if he was not in the room as well. Ignoring him. Only for the monkey to send some glances toward Stelmaria.

So after some time, after drinking his umpteenth glass of tokay, he finally decided to go talk to her. He waited for the moment she'd went to the balcony to trapped her there. Of course, she must have felt his eyes on her the entire evening, that was probably why she decided to hide on the balcony. But she also must have known he would follow her there.

Stelmaria was the first one to talk. "Hello, Marisa." Forcing her to reply that sentence, 'there's something wrong with you that is also wrong with me.'

That made him frown. Was he already to intoxicated to understand her words? Or did she try to confused him, being not fully aware of what she meant?

@toxicmalicex sent: 💀

                   ˜”*°•.    Massacre .  They  were  heading  to  another  massacre .  The   man’s  voice  clear  across  the  train ;  surrender .  It  was  either  this  or  the  complete  elimination  of  the  train .  And  she  hadn’t  gone  for  so  long  to  sacrifice  them  all  in  the  name  of  her  survival .  There’d  been  chaos .  To  her  mind ,  the  choice  simple .  And  yet,  of  course  they  couldn’t  have  avoided  conflict.   Ben  on  her  side, yet  Marisa  seeking  a  different  way  out .  There’d  been  arguments,  there’d  been  tension  and  the  other  woman  had  left  the  room  in  anger  leaving  the  others  alone .  Still,  the plan  had  been  devised,  and  if  it  worked,  they  would  be  able  to  save  the  passengers  but  also  get  what  they  wanted ;  answers,  an  advantage. Was  it  risky ?  Obviously.  But  it  was  better  than  nothing .

So ,  when  the  plan  collpased  right  before  her  eyes ,  she’d  been  too  incapable  of  reacting .  When  Marisa  decided  to  go  a  complete  different  way  of  what  they’d  agreed,  she’d  been  too  caught  off  guard  to  expect  the  forthcoming  tragedy .  ❝ No . ❞  Voice  barely  left  her  lips ,  shock  flooding  her  face,  disbelief .  No .  This  was  not  real ,  the  blood  on  the  floor  was  not  real ,  the  wound ,  the  weapon .  No .  Her  whole  body  shook  as  she  rushed  to  the  fallen  body ;  he  wasn’t  breathing,   why  was  he  not  breathing  ?  ❝ Ben ,  please . ❞    

send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

“I always look forward to spending time with you, we shall have to have one of our secret meet ups sometime soon”

This is an adoration (and def not a callout for these death memes that hurt) post for @toxicmalicex and @asrielbelacquaaaa for making my day both better and worse all at once.

The yellow tape is quickly crossed by a familiar face of many of the force     ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ a wave of his hand, and he takes the shape of another person entirely. The purple emperor butterfly moulds itself to the idea of men, even when it would much rather pluck the rotting flesh from their corpses. FOR NOW, HE WILL SETTLE FOR A SIMPLE HELLO. ❝ And what do we have here ? ❞ One of the cups of coffee in his hands is cold, weighed down by water ( the only liquid other than blood that does not immediately come back up after a mouthful. ) The other, a gift to her. ❝ Strangulation ? Hanging ? Or one of the classics of a knife to the heart ? All equally interesting.❞

"Dr Coulter," Scully replied in answer, feeling her smile become tighter than she intended. While she had never had reason to question Marisa Coulter's work as a pathologist, there was an undeniable dark edge to her character that had made Scully wary in the past, and slightly more inclined to listen to the rumours she had heard about the woman's extracurricular activities. However, without proof, that's all it was; rumour and water cooler gossip.

Returning to the FBI, it was oddly comforting to find some things hadn't changed, even if some of those things, or people, were disquieting.

"I didn't realise you were the pathologist assigned to this case," she continued. "Or is there some other reason you're here?"

✩༺♥༻✩ ━ ❝ you did what you could. ❞

✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Answered » { Marisa }

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ @toxicmalicex ❫

// Heya