@aslustitia
you could’ve given me a heads up.
@casedclose you should be used to it by now.
/ cb w the temporary fc, i needed to scratch the itch dnfnjf
/ i repent
@vigilantactics / you cant demand shit you just told me to fuck off
/ i demand a spam on every one of my men rn
you’re still gonna give me the cold shoulder? jeez, clarice.
you got a moment?
i didn’t know which flowers you liked but, ah— i hope you like these.
@asdualitas ☥ [ she glanced to the bouquet, then back to him. confusion seems to find its way to her features rather easily these days, mostly since she started meeting harvey dent in a more… intimate way. ] this feels like an apology flowers. what did you do?
hey— hey, i got you.
breathe, mi vida, it’s okay. [ soothingly placing a hand on her lower back, he rubs his eyes with the other ] i’m here.
@casedclose fuck.. sorry… bad dream… [ her chest continued to heave, pacing her breathing steady the best she could.] it’s fine… i’m fine. pleasd, go back to bed.
⠀ ten minutes late.⠀ is this your new rebellious streak ?
⠀ i am confident that you're the mest reactionary person i know.
@TWOTIMINGS hm. thanks for your confidence.
⠀ i suppose both.
i’m only asking to know where she is, clarice.
/ give me a day to stare at this masterpiece
/ me rewriting the ending because it sounded like something she would NOT say dndjksks
[ perhaps it worked once… never again ] this photograph was taken weeks prior to sebastian montogomery’s trial. [ the photograph in question: a mob surrounding a police car… the sight was sickening. ] the montgomery’s are a close associate to the falcone’s until carmine died. september 14, oliver montgomery was being transported to blackgate. [ she opened a file and turned it across him ; lab results. ] and then twenty four hours later, a laceration to the throat and a white rose at his grip. new year, [ she opened another file, a lot more aggressive than the last ] kacey santos, laceration on the throat, white rose. [ and another — ] january 23rd, elias keene. sandra lancaster. peter douglas. anyone who has concrete evidence against the falcones— DEAD, BECAUSE YOU CHOSE TO FOLLOW /HIS/ ORDERS. [ and another… and another… and another. her chest felt heavy, her emotions rummaging through every corners of her retraint just to set itself free. her eyes red enough that she failed to realize tears have fallen. yet it was not out of remorse, she was simply anguished… she breathed heavily, taking a step back as she looked down to the folder to closing it back. the evidence in it were remains of a child… she held a grip in order to not falter ] and you have the audacity to ask where she is? [ a beat, perhaps two. her head down as she refused to look at him again ] i have no illusions, but you do. so tell me the truth, harvey. why did you do it? [2/2]
i’m so nervous, what do people even talk about at galas?
rich people typically judge on appearance, don’t they? not to mention vicki vale & her reports —- [ a sigh, smile slightly pulling at the corner of her lips. it makes her look meek. ] thank you, for the dress & /everything/.
☥ @huntrprowl⠀゛[ her brows furrowed ] why would you say that? tommy’s done more stupid things than any of us combined… [ she pats her shoulders ] you look amazing. tommy would embarass himself tripping because he wouldn’t stop looking at you— trust me.
oh. okay. so, i guess i just nod along then? [ awkwardly, colby turns around to see clarice with uncertainty, unsure about almost everything, ] does it look alright? i don’t want to embarrass tommy.
