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maisie  relaxed  into  her  seat,  hands  resting  in  her  lap  as  she  offered  a  smile  in  return.  “  not  really.  life  has  been  domestic  lately.  ’  she  offered  through  her  chuckle.  “  you?  ’

“ what’s new with you ? “ cleo leans back in her chair, smile written warmly against her lips. dimples on fully display. “ anything interesting to share with little ‘ol me ? “

#thread.m #m.cleo

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revelaare·:

even if blair didn’t agree with her, at least she’d managed to secure someone in this family to listen to her. “you had no certainty.” lorelai presses glaring back down into her coffee. she catches her own reflection in the dark liquid. “no certainty you’d find a way out yourself before the room permanently closed.” taking a moment, a brief pause to swallow down the knot building in her throat, “i hated hurting him, it felt wrong in every way imaginable…” lorelai feels herself sinking, as if she was being dragged down to the floor, there’s nothing she can do to pull herself back up. her arms, weighted down into her seat. “but if it secured his freedom, i’d take his hatred of me over him being dead.” 

“  but  you  still  chose  to  hurt  him.  for  yourself,  for  everyone  else,  you  chose.  ’  and  you  chose  wrong.  she  can  feel  the  guilt  oozing  out  of  the  other  woman,  but  she  can’t  stop  the  thoughts  from  running  through  her  mind.  “  you  couldn’t  have  been  sure  that  his  freedom  was  secured.  ’  a  heavy  breath  parting  her  lips  as  her  fingers  drummed  against  the  table.  “  there’s  not  sense  in  arguing.  what’s  done  is  done.  ’

#thread.b #b.lorelai

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the  theatre  is  clouded  with  thick  black  smoke  and  it’s  almost  like  he  can  feel  it  weighing  down  his  chest  as  the  theatre  is  consumed  with  crowds  of  people  all  willing  to  step  over  each  other  for  a  way  out.  stepping  on  someone  else  to  help  yourself  suddenly  doesn’t  seem  all  too  bad  when  you’re  faced  with  a  life  or  death  situation.  killian  never  needed  those  situations  to  take  what  he  needed  or  what  he  wanted.

the  longer  he  roamed  chicago  streets,  the  more  he  craved  home,  this  wasn’t  home.  tonight’s  effort  to  emerge  into  the  city  was  nothing  more  then  a  puppeteer  pulling  the  strings,  he  never  much  cared  for  puppeteers,  unless  of  course,  it  was  him  pulling  the  strings.

the  bomb  had  gone  off,  the  gunfire  followed,  it  didn’t  take  a  native  to  calculate  which  family  had  been  conveniently  scarce  tonight.  killian  had  no  issue  taking  out  any  enemy  that  would  cross  him  tonight,  rather  a  fire  take  him  then  his  enemies.  he  wouldn’t  want  to  give  them  that  satisfaction.  still,  he  had  a  craving  for  a  certain  line  of  blood  to  be  spilt  tonight.  he  was  sure  if  he’d  found  one,  the  way  out  would  follow,  their  life  would  just  be  the  topper.

of  course,  he  had  to  survive  the  fire  first.  the  smoke  clogged  his  lungs,  droplets  of  blood  wetting  his  tongue  as  he  choked  on  the  only  thing  he  could  breathe  in.  he’s  not  even  sure  where  exactly  he’s  found  himself,  the  smoke  has  burned  through  his  vision,  his  eyes  burned  just  as  much  as  his  lungs  had.

the  dwindling  amounts  of  people  going  in  the  direction  killian  had  been  should  have  given  him  warning  enough  to  turn  around,  go  the  course  everyone  else  has  chosen  and  get  out.  instead,  he  finds  himself  faced  with  a  rather  rare  opportunity  in  the  face  of  possible  death.  a  vasile.  knows  rahi  too,  likes  him  even,  a  rare  thing  for  the  man.  still,  this  is  how  it  goes,  something  killian  is  hoping  ahi  understands—-  can  only  assume  he  must  if  he’s  standing  here  with  the  man  that’s  had  hand  in  all  of  this,  or  so  he  presumes.  maybe  he’s  just  looking  for  an  excuse  to  spill  some  unwanted  blood.  he  doesn’t  see  it  coming,  maybe  that  makes  it  worse,  but  the  trigger  is  pulled  before  the  thought  completes  and  zed  is  falling  to  his  knees.  he  could  leave  him  there,  let  the  smoke  finish  what  the  first  bullet  doesn’t.  the  black  tar  that  is  his  lungs  is  softening  him,  figures,  he’ll  be  nice,  end  his  misery  quickly.  his  weapon  never  lowered,  his  eyes  narrowing  through  the  smoke  that  clouds  them.  the  next  one  is  aimed  for  his  head,  a  mercy,  really.  “  you  should  go  rahi.  ’

@rahikumar / @zedekiah-vasile

rahikumar​:

zedekiah-vasile​:

Zed’s right. No further thought to this instinct. He’s always right. 

Still, Rahi battles it all out, holding onto a pillar and more firmly still to his breath. If anything, how small he feels his lungs shrink to should stand as enough of a warning.

He’s listening, barely so, when Zed draws nearer; beyond the smoke, Rahi’s dark eyes pull upward and to the blue, overwhelmingly honest even in the shadows. 

I don’t care about them. Neither do I. They’re not important to me. Or myself. They’ll be fine. Even if they won’t—

With all that ugliness laid bare, still all that Rahi can ask is:

“Am I?”

Despite all its torture, it’s not his own shortness of breath that sparks desperation. It’s Zed, his chest dragging, gaze desperate as he’d ever seen it. Consciousness flickers in, and then out. But he can fight it; all of those exercises he’d learned once, conjured back through necessity — but reality quickly drags it away.

“Even if I wasn’t!” He’s yelling now, through all his strength. “What makes you think— There’s people I fucking care about! It’s not just you. I don’t even know if they’re—” Cough. It replaces the word alive. “They’re—” Rahi feels blood crawl up his throat before his tongue can taste it. “Fuck.”

Stubborn still, it’s the conjunction that gets him, all dishonesty and cowardice — striking, the way words meet air. With me, is what Zed has just so boldly said, his own body building up a cage. 

Carbon, to carbon, to carbon. 

(Surely, no one would get this but them.)

Merging up to the wall, Rahi’s growing only weaker, eyes flickering as they look for a light. Dark tunnel, and hope; effortlessly, Zed embodies it all. 

“…You can’t do that,” Rahi shakes his head, all with what little force he has left. “You can’t keep things from me, you can’t.” 

There’s an invisible clock ticking, counting down their privilege. Every time their lungs exhale all air, it collects less in turn. Rahi senses this, his chest struggling through every particle of air. Wrong as he might be, Zed is also right: they’ve got to get out of here.

“…Okay,” Rahi finally agrees. There’s much more to be said, but he could say it later — as soon as his lungs could take it, or his body sustain more than a simple nod. “Okay, let’s go.”  

-

With every breathe Zed takes, it feels sharper – needles scratch at the inside of his lungs, scrape the tissue away; tear alveola and every little cell lights on fire as though that carbon is forming its own ignition from within; dead lighting the dead. If Zed didn’t know better, spontaneous combustion might feel something like this, suffocating and a sickening hopelessness to stop the smoke from making its lethal way to his chest. Yet still, he’s upright, hacking his ragged breathes through the fumes, eyes stinging from the unpleasant invasion as he searches for Rahi through the smoke that begins to trickle its way between them.

For a moment, he’s not sure what Kumar’s going to say – wouldn’t blame the man for reacting in kind; a venom that is all earned, a too obvious way he discards other life because it’s not himself – and even above that, it’s not family, it’s not Rahi behind that walls he’s shielding the engineer from. And still, through the screaming of explosions, or gunfire and cries for assistance:

Am I?

“That’s the stupidest thing you’ve eve—” coughs, louder now; more struggled, “ever said,”

He’s not sure he’s ever called Rahi anything but the smartest man alive – a pedestal that he’d raise beyond the fucking stars if that were his element; if he could.

If Rahi didn’t deserve a better person to do that for him. But he hopes – thinks Kumar understands his meaning; what the truth behind the hoarse insult means. And then, a heat that begins to near enough singe the edge of the hairs on the back of Zed’s arms where those flames lick close enough to touch their feet, force Zed to stumble them over some steps, a kind of forced gesture by any standard. Because they’re still not moving.

The yelling stills him again – a sound that pains him to hear, and that knife Rahi’s got a hold on deep within his ribcage wrenches a harsh one eighty degrees and it makes his lungs seem like a mere inconvenience in comparison. Zed can’t understand the sensation, how the man has such an invisible, impossible power that seems to choke him up without carbon influence.

Zed knows what the engineer’s saying, loud and clear – doesn’t share that there’s a lack of consideration for anything else besides the other right now; but it’s visibly palpable. He forces the words out, hand slamming on the wall next to them – more for himself, to ground himself to the present and not get lost in the lull of giving up consciousness: “And you don’t get to join them,” Why don’t you get that?

Searching through that cloud, drowns them from within. Needs Rahi to move already – to get out of the state of frozen, of whatever he’s trying to work through in regards to the room Zed would leave behind, over and over and over again if it meant he could drag Kumar up the corridor and out the back of the theatre with his life. Perhaps both the most selfish thing, and the least?

But two men with brains that have as much power as the fire teasing their demises – Zed’s is certainly slowing with the oxygen deprivation, the blur of vision as everything begins to grow heavier, the weight of his limbs included. The next wave of head shaking is to get his head some clarity; almost laughable that they’re having this conversation, here and now of all the places.

Zedekiah’s not sure if Rahi’s waiting for him to plead or if there’s some Lev-esque philosophy deeply rooted here – a poetry to how they’re to fall prey to a theatres combustion, as instigated by the Vasile himself. But you said, Rahi doesn’t get that end, no. “Kumar –!” an impertinence that comes out as another kind of garble of choked sounds as he tries to clear his airways once more.

Okay.

Fucking finally, Rahi.

“Alright, go,” Zed’s nodding, notions with an exhausted head towards the exit, reaches to the back of his trousers with lethargic limbs for a gun – he swears he can hear those gunshots getting louder –

–  closer, and in turn, an increase in the already teetering danger that has the chemist convinced he’s already slipped out of lucidity once or twice when he takes his first step. Slam. An echo of that door Zed’s had his back to rips open – the flames taking it out with a violent force  – Zed can only assume. Good that Rahi’s finally agreed to move – to leave –

Bang.

Once more – different. Penetrating; a shock where Zed’s footsteps are not on his own accord, right foot jolted where something harsh winds him entirely, sucks the last of his speech; broken words that never escape lips. It’s almost theatrical, the way Zed’s legs give out entirely, that gun he’s holding slips from fingers and a new kind of thump where it’s late to recognise that something hotter than fire stings his back, upper right side; he can feel it take him to the ground, knees hit first.

Then down goes his hands, palms flat, strain on his back where his lowered position gives sight of the newcomer behind him, singed and sooted head to tow, a gun raised upwards; smoke that’s unlike the rest hisses from the barrel of a pistol – assertion in their aim as it lowers to remain aimed at Zed as though to issue a finisher; the Vasile’s been recognised – in amongst the flames, antagonists in every meaning of the word and an enemy lies in the doorway, a demon walking through the flames to end him in another way.

If Zed could speak and come to terms with more than shock flooding his system and the bullet that’s lodged in his backside that wanes every ounce of strength left, brings forth a quiet wheezing to try steady – control the intakes of soot; as though it’s only going to worsen, he’d yell. Instead, agonised eyes trail upwards, manage to determine a figuration of Rahi between clouds, run, Rahi, goddamn fucking, run.

The last thing Zed ever wants to imagine is the person standing ahead of him falling in the same manner he has – bullet in the back, or front. Kumar doesn’t deserve that; an innocent in the fray, affiliations fucking aside. Zed’s trying to reach for the weapon he’s dropped, only winces when it feels like he wants to collapse entirely onto the carpeted floors, inhale the sticky carbon until it’s all he can taste – but no, he needs to at least, from all this, get Rahi to safety, take out whichever fucking other gang shooter is just about evident in his peripheries.

But muscles fatigued, slowed where blood loss is the next thing to war with; he’s losing, but he won’t lose him.

Zed’s eyes are begging Rahi to run, let the other remain distracted with the Vasile and give Kumar a chance to escape.

#thread.k #k.rahi #k.zed #e.sweeney todd

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crimsxnbeau·:

Grinning, he reached for Maisie. Pulling her away from the lights of the marquee. Closer to the dark edges of the building that he found solace in. After the news got out that he was going to be in the damn show. Lucian had wanted to back out of it. Instead, he spent most of his free time at Maisie’s apartment when he wasn’t working or needed for the family business. It was a much-needed escape. Considering none of his family knew where she lived, hiding was easy. Significantly, when he had his ringer off.

Humming, he nuzzled into her neck. Placing soft open mouth kisses there. “Or we could sneak off and head home. Plenty to drink there and no sister to videotape it.”

maisie’s  arms  slipped  around  his  neck,  delicate  fingers  toying  with  the  hair  at  the  nape  of  his  neck.  there  was  a  low  hum  sounding  from  behind  her  lips  as  his  peppered  open  mouth  kisses  along  her  neck.  “  and  let  everyone  miss  our  on  the  best  three  minutes  of  the  show?  mm,  not  likely.  ’  a  soft  laugh  ringing  in  his  ear  as  she  moved  to  press  a  kiss  against  his  cheek.

she  knew  the  reason  behind  his  involvement  wasn’t  as  easy  as  a  new  found  interest  in  acting—-  as  much  as  his  sister  may  have  had  him  on  nerves  for  tonight,  maisie  found  herself  almost  a  little  grateful  for  it.  it  was  nice  to  see  him  outside  of  his  comfort  zone.  her  hands  found  his  as  she  pulled  back  to  look  at  him.  “  should  i  be  worried  that  your  sister  would  be  taping  us  where  i  live?  ’  she  knew  his  family  name  came  with  a  lot,  but  that  was  a  touch  too  much.

#thread.m #m.lucian

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revelaare·:

lorelai bites down at her back teeth — wincing momentarily as it crushes down on the gum of her cheek “the people that captured us there. they gave me three choice.” she doesn’t like to think about halloween, the paces stepping up towards oliver that seemed to take an eon. “stay behind and risk being locked in there till we died, save myself and leave him behind to die, or injure him to secure everyones release — some cruel game of pick-a-fate.”  rubbing her thumb up and down the smooth sides of the mug, lorelai glares down into the still, dark depths of the coffee. imagining herself drowning sinking into it, the black. “injuring him was the only option of three the secured both our release.”

she  no  longer  waits  for  the  offer  to  sit—-  she  see’s  no  reason  why  she  should.  after  all,  they  are  family.  her  hands  are  folding  together,  fingers  entangling  as  she  wrests  them  against  the  table,  settling  into  the  seat  across  her.  she  doesn’t  interrupt,  waits  for  her  to  finish.  gives  her  what  she  asked  for.  someone  to  listen.  “  i  was  in  one  of  those  rooms  too.  one  of  our  own  tasked  with  taking  me  out,  to  secure  everyone  else.  ’  she  didn’t  come  out  unscathed,  none  of  them  did,  but,  they  all  came  out.  “  he  chose  not  to  hurt  me,  and  still,  we  all  made  it  out  alive.  you  way  wasn’t  the  only  way,  just  remember  that.  ’

#thread.b #b.lorelai

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‘  you  know  he’s  gonna  try  and  escape  right?  ’  she  asks,  turning  to  maisie  as  lucian  leaves  them  all  behind.  she’s  only  half  kidding,  a  genuinely  smile  meeting  the  woman  before  she  goes  to  stand.  ‘  don’t  worry,  he  won’t  get  far.  ’  she  comments  cheekily  before  scurrying  off  after  him.

it’s  not  at  all  surprising,  the  place  in  which  she  finds  him,  and  the  pastime  in  which  he’s  choosing  to  partake  in.  there’s  a  question  being  thrown  at  her  as  soon  as  the  doors  push  open,  and  she’d  wrapping  her  arms  around  herself  to  stay  warm.  “  t  minus  sixty  seconds  to  showtime.  ’  a  laugh  falling  between  her  words.  “  you  ready?  ’

Location: Outside Theater Open to all @crimsonstarters​ Lucian wore a frown, or as best he could with Maisie on his arm. She had insisted that they get there early so he wouldn’t be late. Late for what? He was  thankful that he had as little stage time as possible. But there was no arguing with her about it, once they got to the private box Lucian  held for them. He excused himself making his way outside for a cigarette. He was happy to have this time to himself for the moment. Watching as more and more people started to make there way through the entrance of the theater doors. Why was he suddenly feeling… nervous.  Nah fuck that, He took another drag from his cig as someone came out the doors near him.

“ Hey,” he called towards them waving them closer.  “ You got the time?”

#thread.b #b.lucian

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crimsxnsins·:

Liam just sighed, “Well, at least I know I’m in good hands.” Because it would’ve been just his luck that some stranger was on the other side of that door; he’s sure they would’ve left him there until he either got up himself or some poor soul took pity on him. He did his best to help her help himself, moving at a snail’s pace because any faster and his head would spin more than it already was. He chuckled and sighed, trying to breathe through the throbbing headache, “Maybe the universe or some shit was telling you to open the door right at that moment.” He sat up as best he could, his eyes on her as she gave him that sorry smile, “Don’t look at me like that, like you feel sorry for me.” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Where? Malnati’s bathroom?”

one  hand  hovered  behind  his  head,  a  precautionary  choice  of  placement  in  case  he’d  moved  to  soon.  “  i’d  hardly  call  it  a  sign  from  the  universe,  more  like  bad  timing.  ’  an  awkward  laugh  falling  from  her  lips.  it  was  followed  by  a  weighted  sigh,  head  shaking  at  his  comment.  “  well  i  don’t  feel  sorry  for  you.  ’  she  huffed.  “  i  feel  sorry  for  hitting  you,  there’s  a  difference.  ’  liam  didn’t  need  anyone  to  feel  sorry  for  him,  and  maisie  already  had  plenty  of  reasons  to  be  sorry  herself.  she  didn’t  need  to  add  pitying  him  to  the  list.  “  it’s  the  best  we’ve  got,  come  on,  i’ll  help  you.  ’  she  hooked  one  of  liam’s  arms  around  her  shoulder,  one  hand  wrapped  around  his  wrist,  the  other  around  his  waist.  she  let  him  guide  the  pace,  doing  her  best  to  keep  him  steady  as  she  helped  him  up.

#thread.m #m.liam

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crimsxnsins·:

Liam couldn’t even count on his own two hands alone the number of times his mouth got him into trouble that resulted in a fight and later on, cuts and scrapes or worse. With age, Liam’s gotten wiser on when to keep his mouth shut and when not to and even then, he’s gotten better with the words he’s used. Besides, actions speak louder than words. He chuckled as he drank some more, “And I with you.” He sighed, “Well, either in the office or training; an old dog can still learn some new tricks. Gotta keep up with these new ones here.”

teaching  an  old  dog  new  tricks—-  now  that  was  something  that  killian  had  absolutely  no  desire  in  partaking  in.  “  i  think  the  new  ones  should  be  more  worried  about  keeping  up  with  us.  ’  the  new  was  wasn’t  always  the  best  way.

#thread.k #k.liam

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juliafaust·:

location: outside the theatre lobby, steps of the theatre  time: before showtime  opened to: everyone @crimsonstarters·

There weren’t many bad vices that Julia Faust indulged in. She didn’t drink much, and when she did, it was fancy, pretentious wine she liked, and she didn’t do drugs whatsoever, so what did that leave her, especially recently? Just a cigarette. It wasn’t a big habit, just something she had been doing, to calm her own anxiety. This was the first big thing she had even been out for, ever since the hotel horror that she had been through. She breathed in the smoke, calming her nerves, as she hoped none of her family saw her. Julia just wanted a sense of relief, a sense of calm after what she has been through, the dull ache of her stitches always burning even underneath her beautiful dress, quietly but surely. 

Julia nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard footsteps, either arriving to the theatre or coming out for some fresh air. “Gesù! Mi hai spaventato!” She let out in Italian, taking the cigarette away from her ruby red lips. “Sorry, you scared me.” 

outside  seemed  to  be  the  only  place  blair  truly  felt  she  could  breathe,  face  lifting  to  the  skies  above  them  as  she  inhaled  slowly.  hands  clutching  her  abdomen,  laughing  as  julia’s  shock  rang  through  her  ears.  a  smile  pulled  at  her  lips  corners  as  she  moved  towards  her.  “  at  least  i  know  my  ears  are  working.  ’  she  said,  laughter  rolling  off  her  tongue.

#thread.b #b.julia #e.sweeney todd

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crimsxnbeau·:

Location: Outside Theater Open to all @crimsonstarters· Lucian wore a frown, or as best he could with Maisie on his arm. She had insisted that they get there early so he wouldn’t be late. Late for what? He was  thankful that he had as little stage time as possible. But there was no arguing with her about it, once they got to the private box Lucian  held for them. He excused himself making his way outside for a cigarette. He was happy to have this time to himself for the moment. Watching as more and more people started to make there way through the entrance of the theater doors. Why was he suddenly feeling… nervous.  Nah fuck that, He took another drag from his cig as someone came out the doors near him.

“ Hey,” he called towards them waving them closer.  “ You got the time?”

maisie  wasn’t  ever  much  into  the  arts,  it  was  never  her  strong  suit,  and  frankly,  she’d  much  rather  be  at  home  with  wine  and  pizza  then.  .  .  at  the  theatre.  but  lucian’s  few  minutes  on  stage  urged  her  presence.  if  for  no  other  reason  then  to  be  his  excuse  to  escape  as  soon  as  it  all  was  over.  she  knew  that  was  what  he  really  wanted.

“  the  time?  ’  she  asked,  lips  cocking  into  a  smile.  “  i’d  say  it’s  time  for  us  to  grab  a  drink,  wouldn’t  you?  ’

#thread.m #m.lucian #e.sweeney todd

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@crimsxnbeau

#k.asli

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“  miss  demir.  ’  he  observed,  taking  up  space  beside  her.  the  room  was  crowded,  full  of  life,  even  asli  seemed  to  be  wearing  a  smile  instead  of  her  usual  attitude.  though  he  was  sure  it  was  still  hidden  somewhere  inside.  he’d  yet  to  see  her  without  it.  “  you  look  nice  tonight.  ’  he  noted  with  a  quick  glance  at  her  outfit  of  choice  before  leaning  in.  “  since  you’re  here,  if  anyone  asks,  your  my  date.  ’

#thread.k #k.asli #e.sweeney todd

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beautefctale·:

“you must have a big home.” she said on a laugh as she looked him over. real estate wasn’t the more interesting of jobs but it paid a lot of money. money spoke, and if anyone knew money, it was harlow. “I’m an accountant.” something like that. launderer could have been another title but she kept it to herself. “not as interesting either, i must say.”

“  something  like  that.  ’  he  said,  offering  her  a  smile.  here,  he  didn’t  have  much  of  a  home  at  all,  suppose  that  was  his  fault.  but  ireland  was  another  story.  “  i  don’t  know  if  i’d  say  that,  i’m  sure  you  see  your  share  of  interesting  accounts.  ’  especially  around  these  parts.

#thread.k #k.esme

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rosesjustdie·:

Location: The Bar

Open to: everyone @crimsonstarters· 

God Zoe was nervous, more nervous than she had been in a while. Nervous for her sisters in the performance, all she wanted was for them to have a good show, but also nervous about being in a crowded room. So many people without too much space to move without touching someone, she just had to ground herself where she could. Taking a step back she barely sidestepped someone before her back was pressed against someone else. “Sorry. Barely any room to move, I feel like a sardine.”

tonight  was  another  attempt  at  letting  himself  out  on  the  town.  drowning  in  his  work  would  only  last  so  long.  before  he’d  need  to  breathe  again.  though,  that  seemed  unlikely  as  they  all  pressed  against  each  other  now,  literally,  chuckling  at  her  words  before  stepping  our  of  her  way.  “  well,  at  least  you  don’t  look  like  one.  ’

#thread.k #k.zoe #e.sweeney todd

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she’d  nearly  fooled  herself,  thinking  she  could  walk  in  here  and  continue  to  ignore  all  the  people  she’d  spent  the  last  few  weeks  hiding  from.  seeing  him  was  the  hard  part,  really.  left  her  instantly  wishing  she  could  escape  again—-  a  drink  would  be  the  closest  she’d  get.  she’d  ordered  herself  two  of  whatever  they  had  that  was  strongest  before  the  familiar  voice  caught  her  ear.  almost  had  her  lips  raised  into  a  smile  at  the  sound  before  looking  over  her  shoulder.  “  hey,  ’  she  huffed  out  awkwardly.  “  how’ve  you  been?  ’

#thread.a #a.asli #a.sweeney todd

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adashofnadia·:

location: lobby of chicago theatre  time: before showtime opened to: everyone! @crimsonstarters·

Nadia James as the part of Beadle Bamford in Chicago’s own production of Sweeney Fucking Todd. Could there be a more perfect person to play such a part? She secretly wanted Sweeney Todd, the chance to play and sing to knives exciting, but Beadle Bamford was a part she surely knew she could make into her own, with fashion and dark whimsy, just like Nadia. The costume was Nadia’s own work, something she put together with ease and excitement. She did so with a sleek black Dior suit, the cape and all, jeweled black cane, high, high heels, her long blonde hair pinned up and a stylish hat over her head and a veil, just to be rightfully dramatic. Right now, Nadia thought she looked like a million dollars, and she was flaunting about, ready for her performance. She wanted to check in whoever else was going to be there, as well as see her fellow cast members (perhaps to get them all afraid for show night, for fun), when she saw someone staring at her as she entered the room. 

“I know, right, darling? I am simply stunning. Truly outdone myself on this. Bloody gorgeous I am. Let me see you.” 

addison  was  rather  excited  about  the  excuse  to  get  herself  out  of  the  house  and  out  of  her  funk.  she’d  spent  the  last  few  weeks  hiding  away  from  all  the  troubles  that  fogged  her  mind,  but,  she  couldn’t  hide  forever.

she’d  recognized  her  from  the  pet  store,  could  easily  be  noted  as  one  of  the  most  memorable  people  addison  had  met  in  quite  awhile.  if  for  nothing  more  than  her  strikingly  fierce  confidence  in  herself.  it  was  admirable.

addison  couldn’t  quite  pen  why  this  woman  brought  such  a  smile  to  her  face—-  suppose  it  was  her  energy.  “  absolutely  breathtaking.  ’  and  she  was,  not  that  she  needed  the  reminder.  let  me  see  you—-  a  soft  chuckle  falling  from  addison’s  lips  as  she  took  a  step  back,  hands  smoothing  over  the  fabric  of  her  dress  as  she  did  so.  “  does  it  meet  up  to  expectations?  ’

#thread.a #a.nadia #e.sweeney todd

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crimsxnsins·:

Liam chuckled but groaned when he really felt the pain, “I must’ve hit my face on the door a lot harder than I originally thought because I thought I heard my ex’s voice.” His eyes were clenched tightly closed has he stayed laying on the ground with his hand clutched over his nose. When he heard her say his name, Liam cracked an eye open to see if it was really her. “M-Maisie?” He closed his eye when he felt the pain increase, groaning out in pain. “Well, I’m gonna guess by the intense fucking pain right now and the fact that that’s blood I probably feel on my hands, I’m gonna go with I’m not okay.” He cracked an eye open again, “You know, if you really wanted to say you didn’t like me, you could do it without a door. Other ways to get your point across.”

there  was  an  awkward  chuckle  stumbling  from  her  lips  at  his  remark—-  you  did  hear  your  exes  voice.  no  need  to  tell  him,  he’d  catch  up  eventually.

maisie’s  fingers  drug  around  to  the  back  of  his  head  as  she  lifted  it.  she  didn’t  need  to  check  her  hand  to  know  what  covered  them.  her  head  shook  softly  as  she  cradled  his  head  in  her  hands.  “  yeah,  it’s  me.  ’  she  huffed  out  softly  as  she  hovered  over  him.  “  right  well—-  ‘  a  pause—-  a  heavy  breath  falling  off  her  lips  and  lifting  weights  from  her  chest.  “  okay,  lets  sit  up.  ’  she  pressed,  offering  him  whatever  support  he  might  need.  “  i  didn’t  know  you  were  on  the  other  side  of  that  door  liam.  ’  her  attention  was  strictly  on  him,  it  hadn’t  parted  him  since  his  fall.  she  did  her  best  not  to  wear  a  sorry  smile  on  her  lips,  she  couldn’t  help  it  much.  “  i  didn’t  know  anyone  was.  ’  she  huffed  out  honestly.  “  come  on,  lets  get  you  cleaned  up.  ’

#thread.m #m.liam