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001. ————– vanzin !

Maggie hadn’t even noticed that he’d been paying her any attention at all– how long had he been standing there? She watched in slight admiration as Charon Roth downed his drink. (Although they’d never really talked, of course she knew who he was– just because the very idea of ballet was agonizing nowadays didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy the wider concept of performance itself, vaguely following the talented names in the field. And though she had never seen him in anything professional since she’d never been to New York, she’d tried to catch glimpses of anything he might have done for the theatre department here, though she’d been unsuccessful so far.) “I’m afraid that’ll only make it worse,” she replied timidly. “Tilt everything twelve degrees sideways instead of six? If that makes sense.”  

     ❛❛  ————– was she the quiet one in her family ? a mousy girl. was she FRAIL and did she break easy ? her voice is soft. quiet. indifference melts away and he looks at her properly for the first time. maybe she was just disciplined - her craft required it of her, surely. they’re in a room filled with people tossing inhibition to the wind and what ? is she worried about LOSING touch - of the room spinning ? was that not the point of it all. he straightens out, abandoning his post and cuts the space between them so he can properly size her up. a smile tugs at his lips, somewhere between mocking and sincere, “ MAGGIE, isn’t it ? “ he speaks softly as if their exchange is a shared secret between them, “ why are you here, maggie ? “ eyes bypass her and look to those mingling, drinks in hand, “ do you MISS HIM ? is that why it doesn’t feel RIGHT ? “ eyes fall back on her, searching. waiting. 

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u are hella petty

and conceited i thought this said pretty

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001. ————– kingsley !

admittedly pierce is much more amused with charon’s reaction than he anticipates. he can’t tell if it’s the booze flowing through his system, or that he’s always genuinely gracious when there’s someone else who shares the same sentiments toward quentin as him. even if the undertones of motive are troublesome, he chooses to ignore that for the moment being. ❝ be honest. do you think this was an attempt to attach a positive memory to the shit show so people will stop saying his name? i mean, i gotta hand it to ashcroft for trying. ❞ granted, pierce has a hunch it won’t falter so easily. smirking at the thick sarcasm in the other boys tone, he rolls his eyes before giving a nod. ❝ the fact you can say that almost convincingly just means you’ve really practiced, huh? – undoubtedly, for better or for worse. ❞ he holds his own drink up as if he’s toasting to the inclination. 

    ❛❛  ————– he’d never favored HONEST. internalized the truth. he’d gained a reputation for brutal honesty, words that would hit home. that would hurt. words that fall a little too easily from his lips. they’re not his truths, not always. he’s not going to tell pierce that collectively they’re all far too smart to be bought off with booze. that the boys and girls in the washroom stalls popping pills aren’t going to magically forget homicide. instead, he smiles wider, a twinkle in his eye, “ I’M having a grand time. look at us --- we’ll all play the fool if it means keeping our glasses full. no one truly cares -- save for his blood.  they’ll hang his jersey up in the hall and he’ll be all but forgotten. “ everything quentin had done in his life had been made irrelevant the moment he’d been murdered. that wasn’t a thought born out of contempt. that was the TRUTH. he’d always be the boy who died. someone had taken his life and tarnished his legacy. TRAGIC.  “ death. it’s the same old song and dance. ‘ I’M SO SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS ‘, nothing changes. just follow the script. you don’t have to mean it, you just have to say it. “ a brow raises and he gives his head a tilt like he’s thinking it over, “ this is a special case though, isn’t it ? everyone knows how I FEEL. no one is coming my way to discuss sympathies. maybe YOU  have them fooled. if you ask me, i think it’s too much work. “

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*points to ur lap* is this seat taken

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001. ————– vanzin !

Maggie had never been a fan of forced social gatherings, but she was used to them after years of opening night ballet galas and mandatory dinner with her parents’ friends and supporters. So she maneuvered the room with ease, moving seamlessly through the headmaster’s office, slipping between pairs of chatting society members as she made her way towards the chairs near the grand fireplace. It was kind of the headmaster to gather them all together for a low-stress event, especially after the high-stress goings-on at the school of late. Even still, it was as though after Quentin’s death (murder, she reminded herself with a slight shiver), the whole world had shifted slightly, tilting a few degrees the wrong way. Just enough to notice that the atmosphere was different, somehow. “It doesn’t feel right,” she murmured aloud, her heartbeat fluttering in her chest.

     ❛❛  ————– eyes bore straight ahead. his gut says IGNORE her. a vanzin, one of many. siblings often had a natural loyalty to one another. they’d band together. had no rumors been born from them ? surely the five of them could execute a murder - seeking justice for a betrayal done to their brother. WILD THOUGHTS ---- maybe it was the alcohol. he leans on the back of the chair, rubbing his thumb across the fabric mindlessly. eyes flicker towards her before jumping back to the wall, he doesn’t want to give the impressions he’s INTERESTED. he’s NOT. he swirls his glass, watching the liquid bounce around. she’s not wrong, it doesn’t feel right. part of him wants to toss the glass and walk out but the rational side of him says he took too long getting ready to make such an early exit. there’s no pacing himself, he tips his glass back and downs the contents swiftly. he pulls a face as he speaks, “ that’s why we’re drinking, love. “ 

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001. ————– kingsley !

@deityplay closed thread filed under → 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕟, 𝕣

if there was anyone pierce didn’t have to feign from being himself or toning his energy down around, it was charon. which is why he was relieved when catching sight of him through a few pushes and unnecessary shoves toward whoever got in his way. in his defense, cocktail parties always brought out a more rambunctious side of him. ❝ just the person i was looking for. if i have to keep talking about cromwell, i might have to start an underground conspiracy theory about him being alive just for it to get more interesting. ❞ pierce jokes before taking a swig of his drink. 

      ❛❛  ————– he makes an appearance solely out of OBLIGATION. he’d made no effort to attend the funeral but with enough alcohol in his system he may just be able to make it through this. some are using the occasion to reminisce and mourn --- charon’s treating it as an open bar. everyone is best kept at a distance, treated like acquaintances at best. he'd started by watching the crowds mingle, a silent judge, and then his mind had begun to wander. he’s running through the motions - glass to lips - repeat. a voice rings through and he turns, blinking and for a moment he looks perplexed. eventually, his eyes fix on the face and a lazy smile shines through. he tries, unsuccessfully, to hide it behind his glass, his free hand goes to rub at his temple, chasing away a nonexistent migraine, “ DON’T. if i hear his name one more time i’ll have a full-blown aneurysm. the LAST thing i need is you adding fuel to his fire. “ he knows full well it won’t end after this. nothing short of leaving the country will let him escape quentin’s death. “ come now, pierce. wasn’t he just WONDERFUL. a LIGHT in our lives, “ a hand rests over his heart, “ we’ll NEVER be the same. “

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             ❛❛  ————– COCKTAIL PARTY OUTFIT.  

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wow ?? so me being productive ?? didn’t happen. they ran things a lot differently this year and our regional manager was in attendance and i wanted to keep my job !! i thunk im just going to hit open event starters and try and tackle the outfit task and do IMS if i can before i step out for a few. sjdlad sorry to everyone who is waiting on me to stop being a lazy ass,, life just be like that sometimes

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someone tell my brain that we’re uhhh in this together and its a team effort because she’s not getting the memo !! i’m running on four hours of sleep, boutta hit the road for a FULL day of work training which realistically could be squashed into a few hours if they didn’t make us sing kumbaya and play get to know you games. i’m going to try and hit my IMs at training since its the same f*kin thing EVERY YEAR and i’m four years deep. will i be slick about it ? absolutely not - there’s not a sly bone in my body. but last year a girl kept falling asleep at the table so i think ill be safe. i’m scheduled to be at training tomorrow, too. so *heathers vc* f*ck me gently with a chainsaw. but ill try and be productive !! :’) mwuah

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001. ————– cromwell !

– “OH, COME OFF IT,” ODETTE SCOFFS, “you don’t know the first thing about me, definitely not how i work.” granted, charon’s definitely seen her at a low point, on a sad and desperate night in need of a distraction. but either way, for someone who claimed to dislike her so much, he’d fallen privy to similar weaknesses. perhaps she’d used him, but he’d used her too. and now, she sort of wanted to forget it ever happened, which was proving challenging while he was standing a few feet away from her.

she glares at him as he makes a mockery of the tragedy that has changed her life forever. there’s anger bubbling up inside of her as he succeeds in pressing on the topic that’s most sensitive to her right now. “don’t joke about that,” she snaps, ire in her voice. “your chances of survival certainly drop every time you act so callously. what are you hoping to gain?” was he trying to upset her for fun or simply out of spite? either way, it was working. 

“well, it wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been wandering around so recklessly,” she says, “you were out too, it was a risk – a few more minutes and you would’ve been in my position.” she crosses her arms over her chest indignantly, “anyway, i’m not going anywhere.” 

❛❛  ————– he'd never looked too long or hard at the people around him. people didn’t stop to admire the stepping stones along the way --- they just passed them by going on one’s merry way. he was a senior on his way out, but there was nothing like a little MURDER to make you reevaluate. he wasn’t as clueless as she wanted to make him out to be and maybe he didn’t know as much as he thought he did, there was a happy middle somewhere. somewhere he’d never dare to meet her on. she’s not some enigma, he wants to tell her they’ve written books about girls like her. there are pamphlets in some office stating the cold hard facts of what she’s going through. GRIEF made people do funny things.  so she was acting out. someone might reel her in one day, help her settle down --- but quentin would always be a stain on her existence. she might move on, get married, have kids but these moments ? they’d haunt her forever. what would remind her, he can’t help but wonder. an empty chair at the table ? his favorite song ? funerals always tried to make it a cheery sentiment - the dead are never REALLY GONE, they live on in us -  or in odette’s case he’d hang over her shoulder. forever. a lovely REMINDER of the worst night of their lives. 

he’s reluctantly silenced. a lazy roll of the eyes and a huff as he becomes much more interested in a far corner, away from her. he looks sour, a slight pout forming reminiscent of a child being told to quit acting out. he wasn’t one to undergo a moral dilemma but her anger makes things clear cut. and how’s he to answer her ? he has NOTHING to gain. it may have had more to do with TAKING. take away a little bit of confidence or security. knock them down a peg. everyone had something you could exploit. hers was an open wound. fresh. it made her an easy target and maybe that made him a little bit of a coward. 

setting his sulking aside, he’s eager to move on past her rage, past that touch of shame. a rare feeling. he shifts uncomfortably and his arms cross across his chest, “ GREAT, “ he’s dry and it's clear he’d much rather not speak with her, “ are we to break out a deck of cards then ? get comfortable and wait it out until they’ve grown tired of looking for YOU ? “ there’s good emphasis on that you, in his eyes she’d carry all the blame that night, “ haven’t played 21 QUESTIONS since high school. think of all the FUN things we could do to pass the time. or we go out THERE, test our luck. get back inside. “

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❛❛  ————– he sees PROMISE. she’s a cute girl. angelic features and a personality to match. not that personality had ever been a big selling point for him ---- or most if he cared to be realistic. it was all talk, a way to feel superior ‘ a good personality is all that matters ‘ said by the same people who would fold to a modern APHRODITE. maybe she too could have  that if she didn’t shy from the world. he’s still testing the waters. getting a taste for her. with a little polishing she could shine. 

a closed fist raps on her door. he hasn’t given her much in the ways of a heads up. a text only, sent out a half an hour or so, announcing his upcoming arrival. he doesn’t have to hide --- it’s still far too early in the day to risk being caught up in any lockdowns or curfews. the prisoners were allowed to run free. he leans forward, not leaving much space between him and the door as he speaks, “ rise and shine, love. be a doll and open the door, yeah ? “

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from the outside, the queen appears to be CALM, REGAL and SOPHISTICATED, but in reality, this collected and stately facade hides an extremely COLD and SINISTER person. she is ruthless, jealous and obsessive and wants nothing more than to be the fairest in the land. she also has an EXTREME VANITY that made her utterly intolerant of rivals, solely focused on the idea of becoming the fairest of all.

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sometimes known as the " ASSHOLE ALIGNMENT " or " TRUE EVIL ". characters of this alignment fit neither end of the law–chaos axis, hence " neutral ", but they land at the morally worse end of the other, good–evil axis. their methods vary; just as the neutral good character will ally with anybody to do what's right and nobody to do what's wrong, the neutral evil character will ally with anybody as long as it advances their own interests — and it is all about THEIR OWN INTERESTS. these characters do not respect other people as people like themselves with feelings and needs; rather they are tools or obstacles inferior to the neutral evil, to be used for their advancement. neutral evil characters are intrinsically SELFISH people, regardless of whose side they are on, and as a token evil teammate, they may SELL OUT to the bad guy if it makes achieving their goals significantly easier.

neutral evil beings consider their alignment to be THE BEST  because they can advance themselves without regard for others

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