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thislovelylady:

“Mm. There will always be problems. All we can do is hope that they’re minimized.” No one was perfect. There would always be some form of corruption. They both knew this, so she didn’t feel the need to say it out loud. She did, however, seem to read his mind regarding the next thought: 

“I hope that once the smoke has settled, your badge is reinstated. I should ask Plates if we can sue the system for seven years’ salary.”

She was kidding about that last part, but her eyes turned to his regarding the first. Curious.

“Heh. Wouldn’t that be nice?” It was nice to joke about that, but he still wasn’t sure about the actual question he knew she was subtly asking. He meets her gaze and smiles. “It’s a lot to think about.” Was he ready to go back into the world of law even when such a terrible thing could happen again? Especially now that he had made a mockery out of the entire system. They deserved it, of course, but that only meant that he was back to being the enemy of those corrupted individuals at the top.

Good. Let him be their enemy.

“It’s definitely a possibility.” But that was all he could really say at this point.

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thislovelylady:

“I’m not the type who gets upset over video games,” she shrugged, although inwardly she was already trying to figure out a strategy. Even if Mario Kart was set in a fictional world, she had to assume it worked somewhat similar to standard race cars. So that meant basic car physics probably applied. Drifting, hugging tight to walls, accelerating hard on straight paths – all viable things she could do to go faster, right? Plus the silly item throwing and ramps and whatever else the game may have!

She wasn’t the type to get upset over video games, but she was super competitive, even if only to herself.

“What are the controls? Show me before we start!”

“Alright!” He laughs and leans over to show her what each button did. Their hands brush and he smiles a little. For some reason. He draws back after a second and settles into his original position, ready to start the race.

“I don’t get upset either. Some people are so obsessed with winning everything. Not naming any names.” He pretends to couch while uttering the word ‘Prosecutors’. Okay, not all prosecutors would be like that, but he had still to meet one who didn’t want to crush his reputation into a thousand pieces.

The game starts and the countdown begins. It’s been a while since he last played, so he’s a little rusty. The NPCs slide and swerve next to both of their chosen characters and shells start flying. “If one of them gets a blue shell, you better hope you aren’t in first place.”

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thislovelylady:

She might have recovered in that moment if not for the fun in his hand; she shrank back with a sharp gasp, hiding her face – but only briefly.

It has been a nightmare, yes. But the look of alarm and confusion on his face after she peeked through his fingers explained it all.

“Shit,” she gasped finally, slumping back against the passenger side door. “Sorry, it was a-a dr-dream –”

And that was when she wilted and started to sob.

Fuck.

“W-What?” But she was sobbing too hard to hear him. Uncertain about how he should approach this, he chews on his bottom lip. “It’s okay. You’re okay...” He was so bad at comforting people, but she was crying in a way that made him feel... bad? It stabbed at his heart and he reaches for her, taking her hands gently, the gun now back on the floor. He had seen the way she reacted to it. Had her nightmare been about it? About him?

“Come here... it’s all going to be okay...”

He coaxes her over, his voice gentle. He felt the need to protect her. “I’m not going to hurt you...” His brows knit together and a hand settles on her back once she’s close enough, quietly rubbing at it. He hadn’t even thought about what she might feel like. About the trauma she was most definitely going through.

“I’m...” He swallows. “I’m here for you...”

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thislovelylady:

God, she didn’t want to eat anything. She wanted to take him to her room. But no! This had to be done right and her husband boyfriend deserved a nice hot meal. He deserved the world.

She reluctantly pulled away, but kept his hand in hers as she walked him back towards the kitchen. 

“Then let me dazzle you with my culinary prowess!” Giggling, she pressed him to sit at the table where the plate of cookies was on prominent display. “Sit there and relax. I’ll take care of everything~”

“Oh, um, are you sure?” He could definitely help with anything she needed him to do. Perhaps this was her wanting to be a good host and do everything by herself to please him. Not that she needed to go out of her way to do that, but if that was what she wanted, then he’d let her do whatever made her feel good.

(Maybe because she has the place to herself now?)

He didn’t have his own living space yet and didn’t know how it would feel when he finally did. What he did know, however, was that he’d need to learn how to cook! He smiles at that and reaches to take a cookie. Hey, he couldn’t not try one if she had made them!

“I suck at cooking. I can only make noodles.” And those weren’t even difficult! “You’ll need to teach me sometime.”

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thislovelylady:

“H-Hey! I wasn’t – I mean, not that much,” Lenora protested, and tried to wiggle away from the tickling. All the while she giggled and play swatted at him, “I can’t help it! I was caught off-guard! It’s like – it’s like – “

She paused, and then grinned and leaned in, whispering cheekily, “How you’re going to be when I find the perfect ‘Dark Lenora’ outfit for our video~”

Now she had something to live up to, but she was sure she could find something appropriate (inappropriate?).

“Am I?” He grins.”I can’t wait.” She was right, though. Seeing her dressed in a sexy outfit would be a new experience for both of them and he can already picture how she’d look in his mind. “It might be hard to keep my hands off you long enough to film a video.” He can already sense many outtakes on the horizon.

“Do you want me to go shopping with you?” He’d be happy to.

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thislovelylady:

“–What? Really?” She hadn’t even thought of that! “You don’t mind? I mean, I know normally I just arranged for dates here but …that would be great! I’d just – people pay attention to me, so we’ll have to make up a story of who you are. If that’s all right…?”

Oh no, was she maybe too obviously giddy about him coming with her? 

“I’ll go with whatever story you come up with. I’ll be anybody you want me to be.” This was his job and if she wanted to give him a different name and pretend that he was someone else, then he had to go along with it.

“Do you want me to help you come up with a backstory? Where we met and how long we’ve known each other?” 

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writer aesthetics

JOHN KEATS: the lavender in sunsets, flowers in the rain, sunlight slipping through clouds, lazy summer afternoons, the heavy scent of musk, flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books, fireflies on a cool summer night, being wrapped in fresh bedsheets, the ache of wanting what you can never have, dripping sunlight like gold, loving someone so exquisite, soft lips and soft whispers, fingers through hair, names of lovers carved in trees, broken glass, the insistence of being perpetually dreamy.

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD: mahogany wood, crisp winter skies with cold bright stars, the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog, empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room, pale bruised arms reaching out into the darkness, cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol, a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered, a bad thunderstorm occurring at the end of a beautiful day, the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment, your favorite sweater, parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing, the contrast of blood against snow, a purple split lip oozing blood, black eyes fading to blue to pale skin, the butterflies of falling in love for the first time, the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries, the romanticization of self-destruction

FRANZ KAFKA: the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future, decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there, the way not even light can escape a black hole, the rich smell of old books, delicate veins in the wrist, ghosts filling lungs, shattered bones, raindrops on the tongue, rusting metal, nostalgia that aches, the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head

H.P. LOVECRAFT: the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave, pouring rain and mud, a child’s fear of the dark, thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never ending ocean, the silence of three a.m., danse macabre by camille saint-saens playing on a record in an empty house, the possibility of aliens and the weird feeling it gives you that you can’t explain, unexplained phenomena, strange lights in the sky in the dead of night, ouija boards and urban legends

JACK KEROUAC: the brisk pine air of being on a mountain, travels without a destination, those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory, screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive, coffee shops late at night, car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark, naps spent in the sun, novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins, the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders, ignoring flaws and loving life, wind through hair, depression as fog in the brain, impossible ideals, a quiet sunrise, walks alone when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe, dazzling people, open lands stretching out into infinity, falling in love with being alive

EDGAR ALLAN POE: the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog, hollow bones, a preserved heart held in hands, twinkling stars above an old graveyard, the way everything turns to dust,silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom, self-inflicted flames, perfection depicted as a rotting corpse, death as bricks in the heart, lips barely brushing against each other, glassy glazed eyes, biting into a lemon, heart-shaped bruises, rotting flowers on a grave, dried blood and spilled liquor, the hush of dusk when it begins raining, the intimacy of a secret

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thislovelylady:

“I’m definitely doing better now that my handsome man is here,” Lenora chuckled, adjusting to get comfy on his lap. “The LAPD has been pretty crazy, though. So has the media.”

She was glad Phoenix was able to keep out of it completely. As far as anyone knew, she just had a male colleague assist her with the simulation. He didn’t give his name.

“Revealing how much more corrupt Kristoph Gavin was put the news in a frenzy, and considering how we technically showed inadmissible video evidence… well. The Jurist System and MASON won’t be used in the courts for a very long time, if ever again.”

She shrugged though.

“It’s a shame, but I understand. The justice system doesn’t look very good at all lately in LA…”

“Well, we keep coming up with new systems in its place until one sticks.” Even if it took seven more years. His hands stroke over her waist, eyes focusing on a spot on the wall. “There’s still a lot of work to do.” But they had always known that it wasn’t going to change overnight. That just wasn’t possible.

“It’ll happen, though. One day.” If the good people left within the system could come together and work towards creating a better future while exposing the corruption, then it would be possible. He had a few people in mind who would be able to do that, but would it be enough?

Only time would tell.

Did that mean that he would take the bar again? He wasn’t sure. It was a lot to think about and he didn’t want to make a decision right now in case it was purely based off the high he was riding since the trial. 

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thislovelylady:

Lenora watched him as he took the medicine, but frowned at his dismissal of the crackers. Fortunately (for him), she didn’t have it in her to argue… much.

“If you don’t eat something,” She picked up the packet of crackers and dropped them on his chest. “Those fast-acting pills are going to make you throw up. You need something solid in your stomach.”

She then moved to her side of the car to start getting ready for “bed” herself.

Over and over again, she found herself at a wall. She was running, frantic and alone, down an endless set of corridors with her father’s voice barking orders to have her shot. She knew she was trapped, though. There was no end to this – nothing but death. 

Finally, though, she found an exit! Desperate, she flung it open –

“Phoenix!” There he was, her bodyguard, her friend – but she staggered back with a sharp gasp as he slowly raised a gun to her head. Like before. As if in slow motion, she watched him pull the trigger –!!!

Lenora let out a scream. She had been tossing and turning loudly enough already in her chair, but now she shrieked bloody murder and jolted upright, gasping and unable to breathe. It was so real. It was so real–!!

Jolting awake as a terrible scream fills the car, his eyes widen and he automatically grabs for his gun. He fumbles with it and the tightens his hold, ducking down a bit and peeking through the window, ready to fire at...

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

His sleep deprived mind catches up and he realizes that he isn’t in the middle of some kind of ambush. Still, he remains cautious and looks to Lenora.

“Lenora?” The way she was shaking with tears streaming down her cheeks has him rushing forward. “What is it? Did you get hurt?” He’s so confused! With the gun still in hand, he reaches for her, not having any idea about her nightmare.

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                            When we’re together, darling,                                   every night is Halloween.

                                                indie gomez & morticia addams

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thislovelylady:

“Thought I’d get shot or kidnapped? So did I, really,” she admitted, absolutely unaware of what he had really been thinking. “But I was very careful.”

She walked around the parked car and climbed into the passenger seat next to him, frowning as she noticed just how much worse he looked in such a short amount of time. Opening up the plastic bag, she dug around until she found the medicine she was looking for.

“Okay, I got the fast acting pills. Sit up, okay?” She waited for him to do so before handing over the little bottle. “Take two. I’ve also got bottled water and some crackers. You should defniitely take these with some food in your stomach.”

“Nah, nobody would be crazy enough to kidnap you.” He manages a smirk. “Apart from me, I suppose.” Doing what he said without any grumbling, Phoenix eases himself up and takes the bottle of pills, leaning over to grab the water. The crackers aren’t touched.

He swallows two and drinks, sighing once he’s finished. Ugh. He felt like dying. “Thanks.” The cap is twisted back on the water and he sets it in the cup holder. Some sleep would be welcome right about now. His eyes close and he settles back on a pillow he had made out of his own coat. 

“I’ll be fine tomorrow.” Which might be wishful thinking. “Night.”

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everbleeding:

A RESPECTFUL DECISION was made to dim the lights , helping his sight with what was in front of him && appreciating the courtesy . a small “ thank you , ” given . dracula leaned forward , hands clasped in a ball in front of him , resting upon the small table edge && eagerly awaited the lawyers question . 

“     of course , pardon my rush , sir wright . it has been an eventful night . ’

he sits patiently with a more alert gaze than how he first looked when the human entered . surprising how much a little less light could help his drowsy  eyes ! his pupils flickered at such an inquiry , giving a slight smile , hoping to ease the mans tension     still keeping a calm tone . although he was being held in an detention center , dracula knew his manners && still remained his best to be polite . there was no hesitation with his answer .

“ of course i am . i come from a long regal bloodline of vampires . i find it odd to question , then again its not often i meet humans . a handful find my presence dangerous , but i assure you i am not .  ’     he took a breath , halting in his rambles && found a question himself , leaning his head a bit forward && placing a hand up to block the sound of his voice . 

“ … may i ask a question myself ? ….. humans don’t still burn at the stake , do they? ’ he murmured .

"Ah, that's good to hear..." He feels his muscles relax a bit, the tension seeping from his stiff shoulders. Still, it was so strange to think that he was conversing with a vampire. AN ACTUAL VAMPIRE!

(Why do I get the weirdest cases...?)

Eyebrows draw together and he finds himself leaning forward as well, curious about why his potential client was lowering his voice in such a way. Fighting the urge to laugh nervously – he was still a bit on edge over all this – he shrugs and rubs the back of his neck.

"Humans burning at the stake? Uhm, well, no that isn't really a thing..." Not in most places, anyway. "They used to do that way back in the olden days. Especially when they suspected someone of being a witch." He settles back in his seat again, hoping that there wasn't anything too sinister behind that question.

"Why do you ask?"

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thislovelylady:

“You know that makes me want to pick him, right?” She let her cursor linger over the picture of the happy green dinosaur just long enough for Phoenix to frown before choosing the blonde pink-dressed princess instead. “But I like Princess Peach more, so you’re lucky~”

She was only teasing him, but she was so relaxed and playful that it might’ve come off as lightly flirting. Not that she noticed.

“Nooo...” But she goes with Princess Peach and everything's okay again. As he picks Yoshi, he shrugs. “People tell me I’m lucky all the time. Maybe it’s a gift.” Although most of those people were prosecutors who meant it in a bad way. In a “You wouldn’t have defeated me if you weren’t so lucky.” As if his skills and quick thinking had nothing to do with it.

“Alright, let’s stick with the first track.” He had no preference and if she hadn’t played before, then it was probably the best to start out on anyway. As the game begins, he smirks at her. “Don’t get mad when I completely destroy you.” 

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thislovelylady:

“No, nothing yet. But we’re going to keep monitoring her closely for the next few days.” The crowd from the courtroom started to file out and she took him by the hand, pulling him towards the back door. “Come on, let’s get going. I don’t want any more attention than we’ve already had.”

The next two days were a rush. Between Vera’s miraculous recovery and celebrations with Apollo and Trucy, as well as reporting in on the MASON system and how the jurists’ decision was handled – and sneakily checking in on how not okay Kristoph Gavin was – she barely had any time to spend with her husband.

He got in a bit after ten tonight, and she was waiting for him in bed with a lot on her mind. But she would take it one topic at a time.

“Welcome home, babe.” She patted the empty space on the mattress beside her. “Come in and lie down; I feel like I’ve not spoken to you in ages.”

“Mhmph!” Flop! Ah, his bed had never felt more comfortable than at this exact moment. One leg is over hers and he wiggles over to her side. “Hey, sweetheart.” He felt the same. These two days had been over with fast, but also seemed to have lasted forever.

How was that possible?

“I’ve missed you.” But he was happy. Vera was in recovery and was no longer in critical condition. He sits up and presses kisses to her lips, hand on her cheek to keep her there for a bit.

“You doing okay?” One more kiss and he sighs, pulling her on top as he rests back against the headboard.

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thislovelylady:

“I won’t.” She wouldn’t. Right? Right. She accepted the cash and shut the car door. “I’ll be back soon.”

She was back soon. Ish. She was terrified every step of the way and kept checking over her shoulder, anxious and jumpy at shadows. But she made it into a drug store, barely held eye contact with the cashier, and was out in a flash. She ran through the rain, clutching the paperbag of medicine and snacks to her chest.

After what felt like twelve hours (more like 20 minutes), she slid the warehouse door shut behind her. Her hair was dripping and she was shivering and miserable – but she was back. Alive. Safe.

“I survived,” She announced, flipping her hoodie down and leaning over to wring out her hair. “Are you still alive?”

His teeth scrape against the inside of his mouth, chewing slightly on the flesh. Exhausted eyes focus on her as she slips through the door. Was it wrong for him to be surprised by her return? Even though she hadn’t been gone long, he definitely thought she might just ditch him and take the rest of the money.

He’s pleasantly surprised.

“Mhm... unfortunately.”

His face had gone a paler shade and he had covered himself up again, shivering under the one blanket they had. “I... I thought...”

“Never mind.” It sounded stupid to admit that. She hadn’t ditched him and that’s all that mattered. 

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Tonight had been wonderful. Phoenix was just so much fun, so sweet and everything she could ever want in a man. That's why, as they were walking home, she didn't fight the urge to turn to him mid step and take hold of his shirt. "Phoenix." She walked him back into an alleyway just off to the left and pressed him somewhat gently to the brick wall of an adjacent building, one hand sliding up into his hair as she kissed him fiercely. She couldn't help it! She just had to. // verse is up to you owo

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His hands reach up and latch onto her wrists as he sinks deeper into the sudden kiss, smiling against those soft lips. Tongue swiping against her lower lip, he draws her closer and sighs into her mouth. This had been the perfect date and he was relieved to see that she must think so, too.

“We need to go out on more dates.” Thankfully, his art portfolio was nearly finished, so there would be more time to spend with her soon. Kissing across her jaw, his lips widen into a cheeky smile. “Then you’ll have me all to yourself.”