#❚ Despite The Death Still Clinging To Your Lips And The Blood Drying ⇒ Fleur Ilsa Chansten ❚

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@collidingxworlds​ ▸▸▸wanted Ilsa and Abigail to meet

    The night was late. Her dark eyes moved to the sky, a faint haze drifting along the refracted light; smog and smoke taking the many rays of light and twisting them. She’d long accepted the dirt and grime surrounding her, the dried fluids splashed against the brick wall near her. It was disgusting, a blight upon the majesty the city tried to proclaim.      ‘The Greatest City in the World’ ended at its people. The broken stones, cracked pavement that enabled the passerby to trip; the only thing that brought the city any life, any community, could be it’s people.      But the people who liked to think they ran New York still didn’t even venture to the alleyways that smelled of urine and vomit. The only people who walked down these walls wanted to be forgotten. If they were forgotten, no one would touch them, other than the other outcasts. Ilsa knew that it helped her job better than anyone near her realized. She never stayed long enough to get caught, only enough to scope out a target, a wallet, or shake a cop off.      Sometimes people in the alleys would help each other. If they had been gifted something nice enough to share, that was. The air of shame that gifts had was long since dissipated here. When you didn’t have anything, it was hard to feel bad for long about receiving anything.      Ilsa walked along the streets that were almost as dark as the sky. Perfect places to hide, to slink, to not interrupt those around her. Her head down, long black hair moving over her eyes, the look of someone just hoping, trying, barely getting by.      Most importantly, she was watching - observing. Instead of ignoring her surroundings, she listened to the very footfalls softly tapping around her. Anxiety founded for a second, and she slipped back into another alley. Just as smelly, just as disgusting, but this time, only filled with a single person. Sized up well, she seemed to be young, and alone.      Ilsa felt herself naturally coming to a stop, seeing her the girl. Her eyes leveled onto the form, her steps once again silent as she entered deeper.      ❝ Kid, ❞ she dared, looking at the mouth of the alley for a second. ❝ Hey, kid, what are you doing out here? It’s freezing, you should be heading home. ❞ The next words fell out as if Ilsa wasn’t the culprit.      ❝ It’s really fucking dangerous on these streets, don’t you know that? ❞

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( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.

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𝟏𝟓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

ANIMAL:  Slow Lorises

COLOR(S):  Dark Sienna, Dark Purple, Gainsboro

MONTH:  November

SONG(S): A Little Wicked - Valerie Broussard

NUMBER: 7

DAY OR NIGHT: Night

PLANT(S): Toxicodendron radicans (Poison Ivy), Nerium oleander ( Oleander)

SMELL(S): metal lubrication, damp books, gunpowder, steal 

GEMSTONE: Hematite 

SEASON:  Winter

PLACE(S): Skyscrapers, construction sites, beaten down bars 

FOOD(S): Dry gas station breakfast sandwich, check mix, stew. 

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Leo

ELEMENT(S): Fire

DRINK(S): Watery cocoa, burnt coffee, too hot tea 

Tagged by @collidingxworlds​ <3 thank you lovely! Tagging: whoever wants to do this~!

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