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MY DARKEST SIN. russian hookers & CHEAP GIN.
INDEPENDENT MULTIMUSE WRITTEN BY BEX.
MY DARKEST SIN.
PLOTTING CALL !!!!!! like this and i’ll throw myself into ur im for some good old plotting fun 🍒
@vicemirrored. LIKED FOR A STARTER.
“ my ex husband made me believe that all men were sexist idiots who care only about themselves - but you’ve changed my mind, henry. i really DO quite enjoy your company. “
@nevcrsmiles . LIKED FOR A STARTER.
“ just when you think that life can’t get ANY WORSE ... you run out of cigarettes. “
these are blurry and i pose too much but happy munday !! i wish i was cate blanchett.
@binarydivine . LIKED FOR A STARTER.
“ TALENT ? - isn't that something other people let you know you have? all you can do is keep working. use what feels right ... throw away the rest. “
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what are you thinking ? how many times a day DO i have to ask you that ?
CAROL AIRD . WRITTEN BY BEX . SEMI - SELECTIVE. ♛
💎 • HENRY JEKYLL. @vicemirrored
" that TIE looks perfect on you. my ... you do look handsome today. is it a special occasion? “
💄 • THE JOKER . @grincarved
“ who the fuck sent you? “ she peers behind the door, not willing to open it to wide - NOT TO A PERFECT ( CLOWN ) STRANGER. “ was it harge? ... did my ex husband send you to scare me ? “
💄 • HANNAH MCKAY. @idyllicism
that caused hannah to pause for a moment, but not in a way that was judgemental – it made sense, she supposed. everything she did was in order to survive, but there were plenty of people who weren’t quite as interested in doing as such. ever since she’d gotten out of juvie, she’d tried to keep herself off anybody’s radar; she killed anybody who tried to get in the way of that, she was pretty happy to live her life simply. but maybe other people wouldn’t be quite so eager to keep on surviving if they had the same kind of existence she did. she supposed she didn’t have much to live for either, but she wanted to live regardless. “you’d be surprised,” the blonde held back a laugh, glancing up, so that blues met blues, eyes locking on carol’s. should she use an alias? “hannah mckay. it’s a pleasure.”
“ i like surprises. “ stop flirting, carol. her inner monologue COMMANDS her, causing expression to change - thoughtful now, as opposed to teasing. she can’t help herself, she supposes. her life is sheltered now - no husband, NO GIRLFRIEND - no daughter. it’s only strangers that feed her need for conversation these days, which is exactly why she isn’t planning on cutting this one short anytime soon. “ the pleasure is all mine, hannah. i can assure you. “ she reaches out right hand, an offering for the other to take - an indication towards a FRIENDLY shake. “ since i can’t have a cigarette, perhaps you’d like to join me for a drink? - something strong ... if you’re not too busy? “
💄 • ???? . @misersevere
“ i’m afraid you’ll have to REPEAT yourself ... i didn’t quite catch that last part. “
💄 • PHRYNE FISHER . @murderchased
❝ carol. why on earth would i be friends with a pathetic woman? ❞ her voice wasn’t playful, but her face was. that was true: why? damned carol aird, from such grace and peculiar tastes, yet so haunted. ❝ i have refined tastes, my dear. keep that in mind before assumind you’re pathetic. ❞ a simple, true sentence. ❝ and don’t call me a liar! i’m telling you, if you’re not the protagonist of your story, who is? please. you’re going to be happy, carol aird. tell me how i can be of use, how i can help you. ❞
“ maybe you feel like a better person when you’re forced to help me ? “ she manages a small tease, though the smile that follows is weak and anything BUT contented. her life was a rollercoaster, consisting mostly of downs with the rare, occasional up. she seemed to be in a downward spiral, soon heading towards an inevitable CRASH & BURN. “ rindy is the protagonist in my story. she’s a sweet little child who just wants her mother. but look at me - i’m NOT FIT to look after a child. i’m not fit to look after myself. “ which is why she allowed harge to have full custody - despite how much it hurt. “ i’m the villain in her life. if not IN MY OWN, i’m the bad guy in her story. “ cue sigh - exhausted, confused. “ you’re ever so kind to me phryne, dear. but i have no idea what you can do to help. perhaps i can’t be helped. “ another smile, though this time it’s filled with an obvious sadness. “ i’m destined to be lonely for the rest of my life. what i am - THE FACT THAT I LIKE WOMEN, it’s going to get me nowhere. “
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💄 • BAILEY SCOTT . @rootcrush
there was no way bailey would ever have been able to hold back the massive grin that graced her features in that moment. her stomach was doing somersaults and there was a gleam in her eye bright enough to light up an entire solar system. ❛ i love you … ❜ the younger woman whispered as she then gently leaned forward, cupping carol’s cheek with her hand and pressing a soft kiss to the other’s lips.
in a thousand years, it would always be bailey. quite in fact, it always HAD been. the moment carol’s blue orbs had settled on her daughter’s teacher, everything seemed to make sense for the first time in ... EVER. her heart performs a dance in her chest - the kind of dance that harge had never initiated. her palms feel sweaty & she’s rendered nervous each and every time the pair spend time together. no longer does carol feel like the OLDER WOMAN in control. she feels like a teenager in love. “ i love YOU. “ she returns the sentiment, eyelids fluttering closed as a kiss is placed to warm, pale lips. lithe hands refuse to flail, placing gently against the other woman’s shoulders. & as the embrace breaks, her gaze meets with the other woman, genuine contentment resting upon her features. “ ... so much, bailey. more than you could ever imagine. “
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Send “So you’re the prisoner they’ve been talking about.” for your muse to find my muse in jail.
