𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋

no.  never.   it’s—  [ deniz pauses to dump the diced tomatoes into a bowl before moving onto the next whole tomato, ]   it’s never too late to start living your life.   it’s normal to wish,  to hope.   i still do.   what is your idea of living life again as a normal person?

@lacrymosas ,
            
            it’s okay.  i brought it up.  pretty stupid though,  huh?  thinkin’ it’s not too late to start living life again like a normal person?

@testedsoul    …the watcher. 

@neuromanic ,
            
            and whose fault is that?

where? which direction were they? shit … get inside, don’t make any noise. stay away from the windows. if they’re here that means i have to pack up and leave. 
            
            @testedsoul 

@starborn_x ,
            
            / lights /.  they’re everywhere.  like flashes—cameras.  you never seen ‘em around here?  i swear there’s someone out here stalking us like prey.  

@eadimidium ,
            
            eh,  some dead guy.  well—  he was dead / after / he met me.  and nah,  keep it.  [he nods to the curved blade in her hand,  glancing at the gleaming stones on its handle]  i’ve got enough lil’ trinkets. 

sturdy gets the job done—-  i’ll take it!  hey,  where did you get it anyways?  you don’t want it?  

@eadimidium ,
            
            yeah,  yeah.  you want the blade or not?  looks old as hell,  but it’s sturdy. 

@bloodshed ,
            
            vincent finally sits up,  one hand rubbing his bandage.  the pain has long subsided,  but the memories of it are still fresh.  “i’m in—but i ain’t doing this / for / you.  as soon as our little business is over with—whenever the hell that might be—i’m done with you.  don’t go stalking me like you’ve done for the last month.  and especially if i’m not gettin’ anything out of this.  oh—actually,  i won’t be done with you.  because you owe me big time.”

[ Lucian walks toward the window, his back to Vincent. He watches the city outside, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips—a gesture that, like his previous one, is devoid of any genuine warmth. ] " You're questioning your purpose because you're looking for sentiment where there is none. You're here because you're the only one who doesn't panic when things get messy. " [ He turns back, his eyes dark and unwavering. ] " Now, stop playing the wounded child and tell me: are you in, or is that bandage the only thing you have to show for your effort ? "

@bloodshed ,
            
            he’s unamused,  maybe even bored.  vincent stares at him with lazy eyes,  arms still huddled against his chest,  the bandage covering the once-bleeding cut visible and marked with dried blood.  “sure.  your big master plan.  i should never question that.  still,  i guess i don’t know what you want me for.” 

/ any pls pls 

@sunnyruler ,
            /  ofc not!

//am I too late to request something?

/   YAY!!  i mean..  oh damn that sucks for him damn  </3

@lacrymosas ,
            
            /  bae,  start planning a retirement vacation like yesterday (or at least for the following week)

/   if i put away five dollars every time vincent dies,  how long do you think it’ll take until i can retire early?

@screamoftheyear ,
            
            like crazy.  and a photoshoot?  paris?  now you gotta show me those photos. 

to paris, for a photoshoot. (…) don’t tell! let me guess! you missed me?

@screamoftheyear ,
            
            and where’d you go?

tattoos don’t last on me ..  i can brand you though!

@myvampyr ,
            
            yeah,  all i’m missing is our matching tattoos,  honey. 

you’re supposed to be completely,  totally and utterly devoted to me.    when i say jump you say “how high”. 

@crims0nblack ,
            
            he took the box from her and nodded,  taking out a cigarette before lighting it with his own lighter.  “thanks.  vincent.”  passing the box back,  he inhaled for a long time before exhaling a plume of smoke.  “wait,  did you refer to me as one of your patients?  or were you just saying in general.” 

@testedsoul
            
            Sylvia pulled a small box from her coat pocket and held it out with a sly smile.
            "Here," she said, tilting her head. "One for luck, then. Or at least for company, I’m Sylvia and you must be?"

@crims0nblack ,
            
            “don’t think i’ve had too many lucky days.  but,  thanks,  lady.”