#i kind of blended her mainverse with her circus verse

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 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    ‘ 𝐢𝐭’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 ’ @ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧!

                            ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝟒𝟎𝟒 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. ( @ofwealthandtaste )

       𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍 following the aftermath of everything — the fall of Dominik’s empire, the explosion, the inquiry. They’d left no stone unturned, or so they say — about their Jane Doe who. With no clues regarding her origin — none but the thistle necklace that she never takes off — the government’s best advice had been to change the name he’d known her by and disappear. That’s the thing with big crime organizations, isn’t it? You chop off one head and eight more appear like some mythical beast. They never tell you it’s going to be okay — maybe it’s a liability to lie.

      She’d had a few stints in some seedy nightclubs back in London because it’s what she knows. No one took the time to teach her to function like a human being after spending her entire life in a criminal ring — but no one ever taught her how to survive that either, and somehow she’d managed. Eventually, she’d decided to hop across the channel. That’s the thing about being the kind of girl she was raised to be — she speaks four languages fluently, and French is one of them. It hadn’t taken her long to land a job — and this time, the work had consumed her. Instead of classless acts — she sparkles on an aerial hoop, twisting and turning and always spinning so quickly that she could almost break the sound barrier, and she’s only getting better as time passes.

     Tonight, there had been an incident — and she’d caught onto some frantic French to see to someone — to make sure he’s all right, to make sure he’s pleased. She’s still in her performance outfit — sequins and glitter that sparkle in the light, high heels that make her a little taller than she is. She’s new enough that she knows nothing about him — though everyone else seems to — an odd predicament. His words draw a curved little smirk to her lips. It’s not that she wishes ill on anyone — she doesn’t. It’s just that Dominik had said that, too. “I don’t believe in calling anything or anyone invincible or... unsinkable — it seems to bring about bad luck. I wouldn’t wish that on you, Monsieur...?” She tries not to fidget, this place isn't like those back in London. Things are different here.

#ofwealthandtaste #➤ 𝚘𝚏𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 ┊ the duke & marin ➷ (𝟎𝟎𝟏.) #➤ 𝚇𝚅𝙸. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁 ┊ marin gunderson. #i entirely winged this and was thinking modern #i kind of blended her mainverse with her circus verse #and left it open for you to decide on whether he owns #the place she works or not #but if you'd prefer something different or #need something adjusted please let me know #super happy to get to write with you :) #⋆ ⚓︎ ⋆ ── 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ┊ 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑢𝑝 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔?