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It was midafternoon the day after the gala or the clusterfuck that had occurred afterward. Izidora had seen a doctor, gotten stitches, called her mother, and installed three guards with Damien before she allowed herself to be sent down to her flat and collapsed onto her bed. She wasn’t completely sure what possessed her but Izidora picked up her phone and texted Lucy, asking her to come over if she was able. 

She was almost asleep when she heard the knock on her door but Izi wasn’t surprised to see Lucy there. “Before you panic, I’m fine. It’s just a flesh wound.” She could already see the look on her lover’s face and she felt like she needed to reassure her. “I’m fine, really.” @lucycartwright

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    “Oui, c’est ma langue maternelle,” he replied almost immediately after he was asked about the language. When she continued on in French, he was almost surprised - her language skills were very strong. He shrugged a little at the question, playing with his fingers in front of him, nails peeling more dried paint off of his hand. “My deal? I’m… just around. They - you - the Corsicans - speak French, I speak French. I don’t know what else to tell you. I make art, they collect it. Am I doing something wrong? Should I back off?” Entirely in French, spoken quickly, concern in his voice. Did Damien decide that Soleil wasn’t worth keeping around anymore?

The boy suddenly looked scared and Izidora shook her head. “No, you’re not in trouble. I’m simply trying to understand your connection.” She wanted to know how loyal the boy was. How much he knew. How easy it would be to have him inform on Damien for her and then ship him out of the country on INTERPOL’s watch. Her hands being clean of it. Circumstances made monsters out of all of us. “You understand, I’m responsible for Damien’s personal security. I have to know who’s he’s hanging around.” 

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My hero

@mvgpie​

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power move: buying out the Gucci store and pronouncing it “gucky” the whole time

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Damien had just been in the middle of a rather scintillating conversation with a beautiful woman who might be the perfect nightcap for the evening when an explosion echoed through the room. Or at least that’s what seemed to have happened, if the sudden burst of noise was to be believed. It quickly became clear that what his ears perceived as a blast was a combination yells, screams, broken glass, and firing guns.

There was a polycarbonate blade tucked into a hidden pocket in his jacket, only for emergencies. He never used a gun in public; it could shatter his image and put him on the authorities’ radar. But he would be damned if some idiotic gunfight were to be his death sentence, and no amount of security or metal detectors would prevent him fro, being prepared for any eventuality.

Damien had just retrieved the thin, black blade and slipped it up his sleeve when someone was rushing toward toward, a gun pointed up at his face. Before he had a chance to do more than looked surprised and offended, Izidora dispatched the would-be assailant lightning fast. “Oui, je trouve cette tournure des événements assez déplaisante,” he replied, tone clipped but grateful as he began scanning for a way out. “S'ils sont intelligents, ils bloqueront les sorties. Nous devrions nous diriger vers la suite que j'ai réservée.”

Izidora’s eyes darted over to the man on the floor. The wound shouldn’t be lethal as long as he got help soon enough. It looks worst than it was. Almost killing people was something she had gotten rather good at. Displeasing. Damien had such a funny way of putting things. Izidora would have called this a clusterfuck. 

“Yes, more than likely,” she said, continuing to use French. It was Damien’s mother tongue, after all. Easier for him to use. Izi’s police training was kicking in and she wondered if it looked different than how she usually behaved. Probably not. Overly protective was her normal with Damien. 

“Go towards the kitchens. Stay down and, for once, do what I tell you when I tell you.” Her tone would have come off teasing in any other situations. They started to make it for the door to the kitchen, they would be able to make it to the stairwell from there and up to Damien’s room. 

They’d almost made it when a stray bullet made right for Damien’s back. On instinct alone, Izidora shoved him aside and caught the bullet with her own arm. It was a flesh wound, she could tell from the start but it fucking hurt. “Az istenit!” She bit out and concerned shooting the person who had fired the bullet. She had no tolerance for sloppiness. Instead, Izidora turned and shoved Damien through the swinging door. “Move. I’m fine. Just move.” 

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·  ·  ·   elsie wasn’t much for expressions these days and her humor was sort of dried out. however since daniel’s coming back, it had peaked it’s head back up from the crypts. despite this, she still didn’t do much of human interactions. at least not for entertainment. the most she socialized was some of her crew members and those she’d been hired to kill. even then it wasn’t much of a good social interaction.

so when the lady had accidentally picked up the glass of whiskey, elsie didn’t seem angered by the mishap. however she didn’t reach to retrieve the glass. she didn’t know the woman nor did she know if the action was really accidental or if it was intentional.

  ❝ no need to apologize. easy to get disorganized in such a crowded place. ❞

Izidora looked at the other woman and thought that neither of them was paying very close attention to their surroundings. That couldn’t possibly be wise. She set the other woman’s drink down and wrapped long fingers around her own, but she didn’t take a sip. Instead, she hummed, picking at a cuticle. “Yes but really I should be more careful. You never know what people are putting in drinks these days.” 

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badass female character aesthetics: stella gibson, the fall

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@lucycartwright

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Pierrot le Fou (1965) dir. Jean-Luc Godard

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It had all gone to shit rather quickly and Izidora had barely finished her first glass of wine. She’d been going very slow in case, things did in fact, go to shit. She pulled a rather small handgun that she had to piece together out of her clutch and one of Damien’s security staff slipped a full magazine into her palm. It gave a satisfying click into place.

She had two goals. Get Damien out alive and not to kill anyone in the process. It would be tricky to explain why she had needed to kill instead of wound. Thankfully, she was mostly sure that Damien and the Family had something to do to with this. That’s one less thing to indict him on. 

Her three bullet fired of the night one into a man’s gut. Aimed so it wouldn’t kill but would get him down before Damien could do the job. One less thing to indict him on. “Monsieur, il est temps d'y aller,” she said, her Swedish accented French sharp like any one of the bullets flying through the room. “Je dois vous sortir d'ici.” @mvgpie​x

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·  ·  ·   the petite brunette had remained hidden for most of the night. blending in wasn’t hard given the amount of guest that had attended. deciding on grabbing another shot of whiskey, elsie made her way to the bar that was lit up with string lights and decorated with flowers of sorts. she sat to the side of the bar, remaining unnoticed, at least until the couple on her right moved, making the seat available. however, it didn’t deter her, it only gave her an opportunity to stare out into the sea of people that laughed loudly.

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Izidora was conflicted. Which was actually nothing new. She was in a room full of New York City’s elites, leaders, and mobsters and yet she couldn’t actually talk to anyone without blowing her cover. Worst than that, she was actually bored. There was so much security that Damien didn’t really need her. But she was something of his Girl Friday so she didn’t have much of a choice. She sat down at the bar and ordered a whiskey and went to grab it, only to realize that she had picked up someone else’s drink. “Oh, sorry,” she said, the glass halfway to her lips before she put it down. “My bad. I’m clearly not paying attention.” 

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A Star is Born: Izidora Szarka arrives at the Golightly party as a guest and the bodyguard to Damien Olivier. She opted not to comment when asked but instead stood rather stoically behind Damien and took a moment to converse with the Golightly highed security. She clearly takes her job very seriously.