【 𝔴 𝔬 𝔩 𝔣 𝔪 𝔞 𝔫 】

@violentpotential

     there comes a moment in everyone’s life where everything you thought about the world before that moment comes into question. for some it’s as simple as learning santa and the easter bunny weren’t real. that magic was just a fairy tale. but for others it was much more complicated than that. what if magic was real? and demons and gods and everything in-between? what if you’d woken up one day to discover that the life you’ve been living was a carefully crafted lie? that the man who raised you– who was your father in every day that mattered– wasn’t your father and now, now he was as dead, as murdered like the common criminals of the streets of gotham. he was a better man than them all, a better man than gotham had deserved. a better man than the death he was dealt. 

     the world was spinning in the wrong direction, emotions scattered and chaotic as sydney roams a dimly lit street. she’s never been to london before this moment and yet it’s easy enough to recognize that this isn’t a part of the city most people would choose to go. still, she ventures forward before she spies who she had been seeking and a few shadows behind him who obviously sought him harm judging from what they held within their hands. moving forward, she engages like a phantom in the night, movements swift and graceful. the first man goes down with a slice to the back of his kneecap and the other manages to pull a gun on her only to discover her gone the moment he looks up, she’s behind him now, katata slicing through his back. 

     it’s then sydney rounds on the man, katana pointing toward his chest. “ethan chandler, i presume?” a pause as she lowers her weapon and takes a steadying breath. she could deal with the ramifications of her actions later, of the fact that she may have just killed two people even if they meant to do the same to the man in front of her. now wasn’t the time for moral quandaries, now was the time for action, for avenging a father, for stopping the man who had seemingly killed her parents. “friends of yours?” and this man? this man now owed her for saving his life. she’d come prepared with a small sum of money too, but it wouldn’t have served her for him to be dead before she could present why she needed his help. 

In spite of his having been there only a month, there was a sort of inexplicable familiarity to the darkened streets of London. Something providing a comfort to the man that he hadn't seemed able to find anywhere else. Granted, home likely would never feel comfortable to him again---- not after what had happened. And he maintained there was a very real possibility that he'd never felt a true sense of solace when living. Whatever, the case, Ethan seemed to have adapted well enough to the city and his function within it. 

Work was not especially difficult to find, but he made a point not to accept too many jobs regardless of the pay. While growing up he'd become accustomed to a certain way of living, it appeared to be something he had no trouble adapting away from, so to speak. It was better for him that way; keep a mostly low profile and it wasn't as though he'd been left wanting in areas that were most important in his book. 

Fulfilling such needs finds the man wandering along the streets well into the night as he returns to the space he's been calling home for the time being. Of course, after a moment it became apparent to Ethan that he was not alone on his walk and he'd been biding his time before remedying this situation. The need did not arise as soon the apparent trio became a quartet--- if only for a few moments. 

Dark brows reach toward one another, narrowing eyes just as they cast a glance at the apparent owner of this voice offering advice. The look he’s sent could qualify, in and of itself, as a question and perhaps this is why when Ethan does articulate an inquiry it is no more than a couple of words. “How’s that?” While he doesn’t know her and therefore has no reason to be suspicious, her warning seems to carry the perception of someone with more knowledge of what he’d been searching out than that of a simple onlooker.

I am open to being exclusive with my partners if that is something you are interested in. All you have to do is ask and we can discuss exclusivity. While there may be a few exceptions to this ( for instance other Penny Dreadful characters as the community appears to be rather tiny ), I really do prefer to write with only one version of most characters because usually I develop a relationship with the mun and/or end up thinking of their interpretation of whichever character as the only one for me.

If you are interested in becoming exclusive or a priority partner ( main ), please don’t hesitate to talk to me about this. There has to be significant interaction between us first, obviously, and generally I will only make people a main or exclusive if we have also developed a relationship as muns. I have to be sure you’ll be dedicated to our threads. If you have a question regarding this or anything else mentioned here, please don’t hesitate to come ask me about it.

EXCLUSIVES/PRIORITIES LIST

violentpotential started following you

Dorian: - Lays self at feet. -  Me: Dorian please. This is why we have no nice things.