#✧ 𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 ╱ barbie wire : interactions.

[isforever]

@flamesignite  ♡'d   …   𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞  𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐞  &  𝐫𝐨𝐲  .ᐟ

she  doesn't  love  to  hang  out  around  the  pride  ring  …  sinners  shouldn't  rank  higher  than  hellborns,  but  of  course  they  do.  but  right  now,  she  needs  a  job.  they  aren't  plentiful,  and  she  has  rent  due.  it's  been  a  long  day  of  trying  to  find  any  gig,  but  she's  empty-handed.  she  knows  a  drink  and  a  smoke  won't  solve  anything  but  she'll  take  the  temporary  fix  from  the  nicotine  and  the  burn  of  the  alcohol.  she  groans,  sitting  down  on  the  barstool.  eyes  glance  over  at  the  sinner  next  to  her.  brow  quirks,  and  she  holds  out  her  cigarette  expectantly.  “  hey,  you  got  a  light  ?  ”

[isforever]

eyes fall upon the offered hand , damn , every action exudes royalty and status. she takes the offered hand , brushes a soft kiss to it , before straightening up . " like ... for a hook - up ? i'm flattered ... i've never been to a palace before , you don't gotta wine and dine me. " she picks up on the pink tinge to her cheeks , and oh ... she wants to see more of that pretty blush . " of course i can . the real question would be if you can handle me . "

"Charmed." It was the she offered the woman her hand to either shake or kiss upon. Everything she had to say left the royal woman frazzled. Her cheeks dusted pink for what reason she had no idea. Things felt tense. "Very well then barbie I think I would like to take you with me. I could take you out for a meal or straight to my palace your decision of course. Do you think you could handle someone like me?"

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ᝰ continued from : 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐄 & 𝐅𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 .ᐟ … @hellishvxbes

  ‘ the bigger the show, the more money you make. ’ barbie couldn't remember many times her father offered her words of wisdom , but this was one of the things she could remember. he would push the boundaries, push his acts until they broke. he was always more willing to take risks with his children, she'd broken bones in falls from the high wire. but she stares at the wire, with the promise of no nets beneath and fireworks at the same time. she knew enough about walking a tightrope so she wouldn't fall … but she wasn't the star of the show. “ fuck, dad - ” whispered under her breath, she fears for herself and her brothers and the rest of the performers and — he grips at her sleeve and she looks at fizz. she manages a masterful reassuring smile, the briefest mirror of her mother's smile. “ of course not, he's gonna sober up before the show and realize that … this is fucked up . it's dad, you know what he's like . ” but she's already scheming, knows if the rope is cut there's no way they can put one back up there when cash is drunk and his labourers took the show nights off. she reaches in her vest pocket, plucks out her pocket knife. “ i'm gonna climb up and cut it , alright ? that way you won't have … to get up there , okay? ” a protective instinct she carries is always present for fizz and blitzo. she moves towards the ladder to the upper platform. “ let me know if anyone's comin' , okay fizz ? i won't let'cha go up there. ”

[isforever]

" anyone who doesn't wanna fuck me is wrong . "

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she hates asking for shit... but she needs a smoke or she's gonna lose it. " fuck, " hissed under her breath as she looks at the other. prays to satan they don't notice her hands shaking... being sober is hard as fuck. " sorry to ask, but have you... you got a lighter ? "

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“ marriage is overrated , it just gets you trapped with some old bastard who breaks you … ‘sides, im sure you could get yourself whoever the hell you’d want, with or without a ring. “

"Marriage huh? Hm..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I doubt anyone will ever want marry old lizard like myself."

[isforever]

ᝰ  random  starter  :  𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐑𝐄  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐒  𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄  .ᐟ  …  @ephemaera

“  i  hold  a  grudge  like  it's  a  hand  …  ”  a  dry  laugh  and  she  takes  another  drag  of  her  cigarette  .  “  it's  like  if  i  wasn't  fuckin'  angry  ,  i  wouldn't  know  who  the  hell  i  am  …  ”

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ᝰ  open  starter  :  𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐑𝐄  .ᐟ

" why don't you just have another fucking drink and shut the fuck up ? "

[isforever]

" i mean.... pathetic men are kinda hot as fuck though. "

[isforever]

" you can't say that and not elaborate, dollface. "

@isforever Ragatha is having ideas.... Ideas that involve holding Barbie's horns.

[isforever]

" yeah ? sounds like your husband didn't satisfy you at all , huh ? that's a shame , men don't always know what they're doin ' ... women are better is bed , you know ... if you're looking to be ravished. " she can't help but look her over , she really is hot . " it's a pleasure , stells . i'm barbie , but ... barb works . "

"I will not be doing it on my own. I want to be ravished properly by someone who knows what they're doing. I want my form to be appreciated by someone. Now my name is stella. I wish for you to tell me who you are. So I may thank you properly."

[isforever]

" do i think you're pretty enough ? " amusement is evident , she's more surprised her opinion matters . " you know you can find sexual satisfaction - " she fakes a haughty tone , almost teasingly . " - on your own , right ? but yeah , sure babe , i think you could get an imp to fuck you . you're pretty hot . "

"Nothing to do with ego. I'm looking to get fucked. To take a lover. My sham of a marriage is done and if my ex husband is finding sexual satisfaction then damn it so will I! Now do you think I'm pretty enough where some imp such as yourself would be interested?"

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" and you are the law, ain't ya ? glad to know you agree . " a playful smirk. " nice to see someone in power has taste . "

He looks down at her and then pauses. "I mean she has a point."

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she's sure she looks as shitty as she feels. it's been two days, and she swears it'll last this time. if she can get through this, she'll be fine. she was only kicking around pride in search of work, at least it would be a distraction.... but imps for hire were a dime a dozen. she's broke as fuck, aching for a fix and now she's truly swallowing her pride.

she knows a sinner when she sees one. she half expects him to brush her off. a soft sigh of relief escapes her lips at the sign of the lighter. it's gaudy and... sparkly, but she doesn't give a shit. " thanks, i appreciate it , " pulls her cigarettes from her back pocket and is quick to pull one out. she fumbles with the lighter once, twice ( remembers lighting cash's cigarettes near the end, when he could barely hold one... she swallows the bitter memory of her father quickly ) but manages to light it. she inhales, and the sweet relief of nicotine washes over her. it's not a fix, but it will tide her over.

eyes glance over at him when he talks, and she can immediately feel her shoulders tense. " fuck, it's that easy to tell, huh ? " she shakes her head slightly, gaze falling down on her cigarette and the smoke as she holds it between digits.

" i'm supposed t'journal. " she's not sure why he's telling him, and she offers him his lighter back. " that's what they tell you in rehab, write your feelings down... which is great if your hands ain't shakin', but... " a scoff. " plus i'm not the best writer... or speller, y'know? " circus education was not of a high caliber. " i feel sick all the fuckin' time... heroin's a bitch. " she wipes her forehead as she takes another puff. sweat seems to constantly bead on her forehead. " how long have you been clean ? "

the pinch of her brows in the middle of her forehead. the unmistakable tremble to her hands that she does a poor job of hiding. the lines on her mouth. angel knew the look well ; he was becoming increasingly familiar with it every time he looked in the mirror. he had never intended to take “redemption” seriously, let alone actually try. a year & some change later, he was singing a different song. more or less to his dismay.

he isn’t the least bit surprised when the struggling stranger asks for a light. he started falling a lot harder on nicotine & alcohol since becoming a resident at the hotel, the few vices that were permitted, even if still a bit frowned upon. they couldn’t quite get rid of the shakes, though. angel smiles lopsidedly as he fishes out a lighter from the fluff spilling out from his chest. it’s pink, with a sparkling ‘V’ emblazoned in rhinestones. a gift. a reminder, every time he pulls it out. it sickens him how long he’s had it, now.

❝ here. i was actually jus’ comin’ out fer a smoke myself. ❞ he hands her the lighter with one hand, grabs his own pack of cigarettes with another, & the other two fix his chest & adjust his skirt. he rolls his next words on his tongue before trying them out.

❝ gum an’ ice water, by the way. i’m talkin’ freezing. doesn’t help the tremblin’ much or the dizziness, but kinda helps the nausea. an’ it ain’t a bad distraction. give ya that similar kinda rush in yer mouth. y’know ? ❞

[isforever]

a brow raises , barbie studies the woman before her . " you're lookin' for a self esteem boost or some shit , princess ? " a shrug , lips curled into a smirk . " i'd say a solid eight outta ten , since nobody's perfect ... "

@isforever

"You there imp woman." She point an accusing finger at barbie before fluffing her head feathers. "Do you think I'm pretty? Be honest now or you'll regret it."

[isforever]

“ yeah ? all I ever saw was a shitty marriage but… i know there are good ones. “ she studies the sin, head tilting to the side. “ suitors? that sounds like fancy shit… if it helps, I have never had any suitors either… some fucked up boyfriends, but I wouldn’t call them suitors… do ya have someone you’re interested in? “

“ marriage is overrated , it just gets you trapped with some old bastard who breaks you … ‘sides, im sure you could get yourself whoever the hell you’d want, with or without a ring. “