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Better Call Saul — “Black and Blue”

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“Your friends might be partnered up, but to leave you on your own isn’t very courteous of them. And you’re more than welcome to sit with me for the night- two people who have come alone aren’t alone anymore. But thank you for thinking I’m distinguished- I like that. Although I’m your typical ‘married to my work’ kind of guy, so dating and keeping long-term friends can be… difficult.”

Edgar didn’t mind admitting his faults, but saying that out loud made him think how lonely he really was. He saw the same people every day, but he just worked with them, and the same barista who made his coffee every morning was only an acquaintance. He had meaningful relationships with a very small handful of people and he rarely even saw them anymore. Maybe his New Year’s resolution was to actually make the effort to be social.

“That being said,” he then added. “Most of my friends are with other people, too, or have attended other parties across the city. This one just so happened to catch my eye first, so that’s why I’m here… Maybe our paths were meant to cross.”

“Plain can be just fine. Especially a well made suit. Still, I think you did well.” It was strange, to have so polite of a conversation. No one demanding things of her. Just simple small talk. It made her appreciate him all the more.

Thalia laughed softly. “I decided to come rather last minute. All my friends were already partnered for the evening. I truly didn’t think I would mind coming alone, but it has been more taxing than I have imagined.” A sip of the scotch, it was pleasantly warm against her lips. “What about yourself? Surely a distinguished gentleman such as yourself would have a companion?”

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Edgar laughed. “I’m sure it is, Doctor, and I completely believe you. It’s almost impossible that you’re ever wrong.”

There were plenty of psychiatrists that Edgar could call, some who even lived and worked closer to the DA’s office, but he always called Anaïs. He knew his colleagues whispered amongst themselves whenever she passed through the hallway towards his own office, but he was too old to give into fighting and fuelling the speculation.

“If I had my way it would be iron bars,” Edgar then answered. “But I imagine the defence will plea for a deal and it’ll end up being a padded room.” He sighed and shrugged nonchalantly. “Such is life, but it’s still a win in my book.”

He watched Anaïs with her wine glass. Twenty years ago, Edgar never would have dreamt of having alcohol in the building let alone his office, afraid of breaking the most trivial of rules, but he made exceptions for certain people and Anaïs was at the top of his list. His feelings for her always got the better of him.

He then eyed the paperwork in his desk before pushing it to the side, away from direct view, and turned his attention to the wine. He helped himself to just less than half a glass and sat back in his chair, asking, “do you have any plans for this evening?“

"But Mr Silveira," there it is again, "I can assure you it is the medically accurate way."

His interpretation is right, as it often is. Anaïs spend her days with him not as to push Edgar in any specific direction, but for she knew he was headed that way with or without her aid.

She leans back on her seat, bringing her glass along even as heeled feet come to rest over the edge of his work desk. Crossed, one ankle over the other.

"Removing from the public, yes," she agrees. "But the question is — where are they going after? Iron bars or pillowed rooms?"

At his question, a laugh. "About half." Certain wines went down like water. "And more here," a motion with her glass. Generously poured.

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“You can do better than that. You call that being dominant? Show me.”

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barba on the brain → net worth

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EDGAR DANIEL FRANCISCO SILVEIRA

-> 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒍 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒛𝒂

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Edgar smiled, appreciative of and somewhat embarrassed by her compliment. He was more used to people making demands and shouting rude things at him depending on whether he was in his office or at court. Compliments were rare. Not that he minded. His job- winning cases and serving justice- was his reward.

“Thanks,” Edgar then said. “I hope that’s the case. I only bought this suit for this party; all my others are so plain and only for work.”

He watched as she drank. “Thalia. That’s a lovely name. How so how come you’re alone tonight? It’s hard for me to believe somebody like you would be.”

"It's the suit. You look much to dashing to kick out." His company feels easy. Light. There is no pressure of what ifs or pesky conflicting emotions.

The glasses clink together with a comforting sound of cheer. It is the most merry thing she has heard all night. A sip of scotch warms her throat as a hand extends.

"Thalia and I assure you the pleasure is all mine."

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“You and me both,” he laughed. “I’m surprised I wasn’t kicked out for looking so miserable. But a scotch sounds like a great plan to get merry for the beginning of 2024.”

Edgar then ordered two glasses and paid the bartender in cash. He handed one to his companion and lifted up his own: a toast to new relationships and a new year.

“Cheers,” he smiled before taking a swig and adding, “I’m Edgar, by the way. It’s nice to meet you.”

The evening was not going as she had hoped. Thoughts drifted to Derio. The punch to the gut she had felt as brown hues took in the wedding band that adorned his finger. It was as though the floor had been pulled out from under her. And while still unsteady on her feet the one person she had hoped to never see crossed her path for the first time in years. She is roused from her thoughts. "Is it so obvious?"

A soft smile graces her. It does not quite meet her eyes, but it is warm enough all the same. "I'll have to do a better job at hiding it next time." Her smile broadens as she takes in his appearance. Well dressed, handsome. "I would quite like that." This time the smile that raises her cheeks is genuine. How nice to be around a gentleman. "Scotch. Neat, please."

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“Your timing is just right,” he smiled. “I am free for lunch tomorrow. It’s just another day of getting through paperwork- no court appearances or appointments- so I can certainly make time for you.”

Edgar’s smile widened at hearing the congresswoman’s gesture. “And I appreciate the offer to help very much. I might have to be a little cheeky and take you up on it; nothing good ever came of struggling on one’s one and being too afraid to ask for help. Please let me return the favour anytime. If you have any work related issues I can see to or even if you need a shelf putting up I’m your guy.”

Edgar liked to her helpful in any way he possibly could. He was always over at his parents’ house when his schedule would allow for it to assist them with chores or errands. Some things were incredibly tedious, but the reward of simply helping was good enough for him and got him through those struggles. Edgar’s mind had to be on something (usually work) otherwise he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. ‘Relax’ wasn’t a word in his personal dictionary.

Mira understood and respected where Edgar was coming from. Manners and etiquette was something instilled in her at a young age. Formalities are a must. Something her mother would say.

The congresswoman kept a pace to match his. The whole point being out for this stroll was to take in the beauty around her and forget what was waiting within those four walls she would return to soon enough.

Hands rested inside of warm coat pockets, lined with fur, a scarf around her neck. "Speaking of lunch, are you free tomorrow?" It seemed if their schedules could align. "Or perhaps some time this week." A soft smile lingers on her features. "I could always help." With taking the holidays off, it appeared she had more free time on her hands than she was used to. "If I'm not overstepping."

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✧･ﾟ— CLOSED STARTER @talesxofxthalia

— THE STANDARD NYE PARTY ; LATE EVENING

The blonde at the bar caught Edgar’s attention. She was dressed impeccably and looked incredible in such an eye-catching dress, but there was something about her that he recognised: loneliness. Nobody should be alone at a party like this one- Edgar included- so he thought that being lonely together would be a better situation and after a little more Dutch courage in the form of a glass of whisky he approached her.

“You look as lonely as I feel,” he said with a dry laugh. “Are you still waiting on a drink or may I buy one for you?”

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Rafael Barba appreciation ➩ 215/∞ | ep: devil’s dissections

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EDGAR SILVEIRA — NEW YEAR'S EVE

— Edgar isn’t one for huge parties, but this year he decides to go to the big New Year’s bash wearing a gold brocade jacket with black lapels, white shirt, black bow tie, black trousers, and black patent leather brogues: a sophisticated look that isn’t too extravagant (they’ll be enough extravagance at the party- that he is sure of)

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Mr Silveira. He always liked it when Anaïs called him that, especially when she didn’t need to, like right now when they were alone together. He appreciated her coming in to his office to give her invaluable medical opinion, particularly when her that opinion was the deciding factor in an unnecessarily complex case. Thank God it would be over soon.

“I don’t think Looney Tunes is the politically correct way of putting it, Dr Murad,” he said with a hint of an amused smile. “But I certainly see your point and I can easily put it far more eloquently for anything official. Nevertheless, the verdict is still guilty beyond a shadow of a doubt. Any man with a penchant for violence needs removing from the public. That’s my interpretation.”

It could hardly be classed as day drinking. It was going on clocking off time, but for Edgar that was rarely the case. He couldn’t remember the last time he went home any earlier than 6:30pm. But today he wouldn’t mind if he stayed all night if Anaïs was there with him.

What was the saying? It was always five o’clock somewhere.

“Got anymore left in that bottle?” He then asked, crossing one leg over the other.

@sxlveira setting: edgar's office, late afternoon

"You know I can't tell you a diagnose, Mr. Silveira," Anaïs teases, pouring yet another generous serving of red.

Mischief gathers at the bottom, with the title alone. Staunch professionalism is something to be admired, no matter how theatrical it is.

"But — if I had to compare them to any modern media, it would be the Looney Tunes." Beat. "Interpret that as you will."

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“Or it might be easier to stay at home,” he said with a laugh. “Coffee shops aren’t the best place to take a nap.”

Edgar eyed the art supplies and his curiosity kicked in. He remembered drawing a lot as a kid and getting shouted at when he got pen in his mother’s tablecloth. He loved to use as many colours as he could in one piece and even though it might have looked like a unicorn had thrown up on the paper he was still immensely proud of it. But it wasn’t until Edgar got more into reading that drawing had disappeared from his life; not that he still didn’t appreciate art in all forms, though. He loved to see what people could create out of nothing.

“You’re an artist, I see,” he mused. “What kind of art do you make?”

Asa nods a bit listlessly as he blinks himself back to the present, trying to focus on the man across from him. "Right- yes, it's certainly difficult sometimes to focus." Which is exactly why he hasn't really made much progress on the drawing. That and the lethargy. He finally picks up the iced coffee that has a layer of water at the top now, trying to mix it back to some semblance of normalcy.

"Oh, no, it's... please, make as much noise as you like." He chuckles sheepishly. "I must not have gotten enough sleep and zoned out for a second, that's all. Doesn't help that the weather looks a bit damp today. Easier to stay in here."

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ADA Rafael Barba + triumphant

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Edgar had always like Mira and he was glad that she, unlike a lot of people he worked with, was competent and committed. In the past, they’d helped each other with inquiries in their respective jobs, were reliable sources of information to the other, and somebody to confide in if needs be.

"Well," he began with a chuckle. "In that case, you know you can call me Edgar. You know I can’t help the formalities- it’s hardwired into me now.”

Edgar’s favourite season was winter. He loved to wrap up warm and stroll around as the air turned frigid and snow made a blanket of glittering white over the city. He had fond memories of playing in the snow as a young boy with his brother, helping his mom make hot chocolate complete with all the sugary trimmings, and shifting the walls of snow from the driveway with his dad, who always made the chore less tedious by turning it into some sort of game. All that seemed so distant now and Edgar felt the ache of nostalgia.

“Looks like it might last a good while I me,” he uttered, gazing at the grey sky. “But it’s a good day for a walk. And yeah, I am; I’ve just had lunch with some colleagues and now the office calls again. Things always get chaotic at Christmas and I imagine my nights are going to be dark and long with all this paperwork that needs seeing to.”

Mira was surprised when the person who joined her side was ADA Edgar Silveria. Over the years they worked many times when she was deputy chief of police. A work friendship built over years, that she welcomed his time.

"ADA Silveria." She gives him the same courtesy in standing. "You do know you can call me Mira. I'd think we were on that level before I became Congresswoman." At times she merely wanted to be herself, minus the rest of the title in her name. "I had a few hours to myself and thought I'd take a walk. Who knows how much longer we will have this weather." It was getting closer to winter, and snow would fall upon them. "How about yourself? Are you on your way to work?"

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Edgar: 😳😳

# Edgar

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Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[txt]: Yes, I am on my way and I'm wearing that lingerie you like. thirty seconds later [txt]: Edgar...I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to send that to you.

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