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“I sell not so many,” the suave businessman replied as he trailed behind his gaunt companion, “but they are enough to afford my apartment, as you see.” He gestured vaguely at the space in which they found themselves: small, comfortable, but with more than a hint of elegance.

As the man who called himself Charles strolled into the next room, JT watched him closely, observing his every move, his dark, searching eyes, his tendency to hesitate and come to a full pause before what was perhaps one of the Frenchman’s own darkest paintings. This man reminded him of a raven - that was it: clad overall in a concealing black, and that curious yet mildly disinterested way in which he had browsed the paintings until he’d found one that caught his eye, like a shiny coin nestled amongst a bed of pebble and stone; that chilling silence he seemed to emanate by his very presence - and yet, JT did not feel uncomfortable in the least around him. Rather, he was all the more intrigued.

“Ah, yes: that one is called En Vain.” A lone figure stood silhouetted against the rail of a bridge, overlooking a tumultuous sea below. Upon much closer inspection, one could see that the tips of the waves were human hands, and that what appeared to be flecks of seafoam were, in fact, haunting eyes without pupils. The longer one stared, the more disturbing the details seemed.  In a low voice, JT reminded his client, “One’s own interpretation reflects a great deal about oneself. You might say, the art acts as a mirror to the soul. A painting that calls for you is one that suits you best, perhaps something that will bring an inner peace to you.”

But the crafty conman was quick to catch himself, lest his guest was too easily offended by such a notion. “Of course, it is sometimes the case that a man simply chooses to enjoy a work of art at its face value,” he added hastily. “Sometimes it is the colours which draw in, sometimes the linework or lack thereof.” He flashed a prim smile in a last-ditch effort to whitewash the unsolicited psychological analysis he had just lay open. “However...” He paused for a moment, and lowered his voice once more.

“...I can assure you that the artist of this work was quite a tortured soul.”

AU : dog eat dog :: smoke and secrets

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"I hate you, but you're one of my... one of the only people I can consider 'friends'. So I can't kill you too often."

“Merci, Irina. I will consider that a compliment.”

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Send my muse an anonymous note with your muse’s feelings towards them. My muse has to guess whom the note is from.

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JT raised a brow. “You mean, your partner in crime? Why, yes, I have. But he is probably busy at this time, so I would not recommend looking for him.” There was a warning edge to his tone that he hoped the Finn would not be stupid enough to ignore.

The Parisian threw his hands up in the air in a dramatic gesture of exasperation. “Why do you feel it necessary to tell me this?” he huffed, clearly irked by the waste of time. “I have more important things to do, I am sure you also have more important things to do, you do not talk to me often, but you come here to tell me that you took a pregnancy test? Je m’en fous.” JT finished his little rant with a heavy sigh.

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“Ah non, not at all,” snapped JT, “after all, it is not like he started a traffic jam at Champs d’Elysées because there was a family of ducks crossing the road that he wanted to protect.”

His hands went to his hips, only accentuating the amount of sass the Frenchman was capable of generating. “Also, you should tell your capital that busking in Paris is not allowed without a permit. He should have applied for permission, and then he would only be allowed in certain areas. Not including in front of Notre Dame,” he emphasised.

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The Icelander let out a heavy sigh, facing the prissy Parisian man. “I’m really sorry, Jean-Thibault. I had to run some errands with France… I hope Orri hasn’t caused any trouble to you.” Or too much trouble, at the very least. There was still hope that Paris was just overreacting, he certainly seemed the type to do that.

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The Parisian threw his hands up in the air in a dramatic gesture of exasperation. “Why do you feel it necessary to tell me this?” he huffed, clearly irked by the waste of time. “I have more important things to do, I am sure you also have more important things to do, you do not talk to me often, but you come here to tell me that you took a pregnancy test? Je m’en fous.” JT finished his little rant with a heavy sigh.

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JT’s sceptical expression furrowed into a frown. “I would think you have cancer,” he replied, then thought for a bit longer. “Can we even have cancer...?” he questioned aloud.

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With a shrug, Rami returned, “Well, why not? Haven’t you ever done random shit because you were curious?” Assuming an impish grin, he added, “What would ya think if I told you it was positive?”

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“...” The look on the Frenchman’s face was a mix of confusion and disdain. “But... why?” he finally asked dubiously, wondering if his northern colleague had lost his marbles.

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“I did a pregnancy test.”

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“You were meant to be watching him!”

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and i’ll generate a random sentence from this generator for my muse to say to yours

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Just think, there are many secrets, some about you, some not, which I’ve silenced forever. My lips are parted, but my heart has an ache where whispers are held in.

B. E. Barnes (via wnq-writers)

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Useless Details Ask Meme II

Send one of the following symbols to find out more about my muse! Part I: (X)

Getting closer:

× what does your muse smell like? what perfume/cologne are they using? � do they shower often? every day or just every couple of days? ♻ how about brushing teeth? three times a day, or just in the morning? ⌘ do they rather shower or take a bath? ♀ how long does your muse usually need for a shower/bath? ⚣ how long does your muse need to shave? (this is also for the ladies!) ♂ does your muse put on make-up? how long do they need for it every day?  ⚢ what kind of make-up does your muse use? favourite colours? how much do they use?

Exploring their body:

♤ does your muse have any scars? where? what do they look like? how did they get them? ♧ any freckles/moles/birth marks? where? ♡ are their fingernails dirty or clean? cut/long? ♢ how much do they weigh? ♠ any ‘weird’ characteristics on their body? one leg/arm longer than the other? ♣ are their veins particularly visible when they’re angry/upset/sad? ♥ do they have more muscles or more fat on their body? ♦ any tattoos? where? what’s the story behind them?

Open your closet:

⦂ what clothes do they sleep in? ♚ do they have a favourite piece of clothing? ❅ what do they usually wear when they’re not working? ☏ what do they wear when they’re at work? ₤ how many shoes do they have? what kind? Σ how many purses do they have? ⌚ how long do they need to decide what to wear in the morning? ⌛ do they go shopping for clothes often? how long do they usually need? $ how much money do they spend on clothes every month?

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