#FT. NATALIA

[jawbrkrs]

      life  had  thrown  sergio  a  curveball,  and  in  true  fashion,  it  hit  him  in  the  face.  after  serving  what  felt  like  a  prolonged  year,  he  was  finally  out.  he  vowed  not  to  do  it  again,  well  get  caught  dealing  again.  from  the  first  day  his  foot  touched  the  pavement  he  spent  his  days,  rebuilding  his  clientele,  and  nights  striking  deals  with  the  right  clubs  owners  to  create  the  perfect  play.  though  it  had  only  been  week;  through  it  all  there  was  one  face,  he  had  yet  to  see  or  hear  from.  he  had  imagined  numerous  times,  her  waiting  on  the  other  side  of  the  gate,  when  his  release  date  came  and  sure  enough..  she  wasn’t  there.  he  thought  about  stopping  by  her  place,  but  in  the  whirlwind  of  getting  business  back  up  and  running,  he  couldn’t  quite  find  the  time.  but  as  luck  would  have  it,  time  was  on  his  side  tonight.  speaking  usual  business  jargon,  at  the  bar,  he  heard  a  voice  slightly  over  the  music  yet  it  pierced  him.  he  knew  that  voice.  he  couldn’t  forget  it.  “  natalia?  ”      / closed for @wxrst

[leakywright]

dudes & donuts @nataliavega

[aliscntcrres]

Alison gave a small wave of her hand when Natalia apologised. Unnecessary, though appreciated. " I doubt it woke anyone who was actually asleep. " She assured. She wondered briefly how many wards fell into that category. She had heard tales here and there of sleeping troubles, witnessed a couple even, but it had been a few days. Maybe long empty beds had started to feel familiar again. Maybe the emotional exhaustion was starting to push people into sleeping through the night. Alison wasn't quite there just yet. Her hand wrapped around the top handle, unexpected weight as she lifted surprising her a little. " Mmm-mm, all the wood. It'll get you. " She replied as she adjusted her grip slightly, before following Natalia down the stairs. Alison had been old enough to learn tricks quickly when she lived in the house full time, memories of sneaking softly through the halls with the softest, thickest socks she had. And now, it seemed she'd returned to that. Easily able to sneak up on Natalia on her mission to move suitcases in the middle of the night.

Weird question, Alison thought. Though maybe it was because it was complicated, and Alison didn't necessarily want to answer it. So instead, she took a page from Natalia's playbook. Brows furrowed as she moved, " Last season's clothes? " She repeated, a tone somewhere in the realm of confusion, dipping slightly into doubt, possibly a little judgement. Though the last had really no leg to stand on. Alison was plenty wasteful. " What on earth could you need the space for? " She asked, looking up at the other as they reached the bottom of the flight of stairs. Then she continued, maybe playing her hand a little obviously now she'd gotten closer to those tags. " Won't you go back to Paris next week anyway? "

Alison approaching might as well have been accompanied by the theme from Jaws. Natalia gulped quietly, willing herself to remain calm as she followed Alison's line of sight to the bag tags on the handles of her suitcase. Damn it. She should have ripped those off.

Her immediate instinct was to refuse Alison's offer. No, please, it's late. You don't need to. Or no, I couldn't possibly let you do this at such a late hour. Amazing how her mind could whip those up instead of a valid explanation for why she was doing this. Her polite words didn't matter however. Far too late for Natalia to say anything with Alison's hand already on the handle of one of the suitcases. Her only hope was that the older ward wouldn't care to read the tags she was eyeing more closely. "Sure," she agreed, giving a slight nod and doing her best to be the picture of ease. Her heart was thrumming wildly inside her chest however.

She took the handle of the other suitcase and started towards the steps going down. It felt like a ticking time bomb, like the jig would be up at any moment. She was almost certain the sweat inching down her temple had little to do with the heavy bags and more to do with her nerves at this point. Hearing why Alison was up, Natalia had the decency to appear sheepish. "Sorry." Her mouth flattened into an apologetic line. "Figured with the place so big, the sound wouldn't carry." Though of course it did. Because for a place so gigantic, it was weirdly impossible to get away with anything in this house.

"Do you find it easy to sleep here though?" A casual question. Small talk while Alison helped. Something to keep her focus on Natalia instead of the bags. "When I'm not moving last season's clothes out of my room at least," Natalia thought to tack on. A little self-deprecating humor while trying to plant the seed that she was doing something entirely innocent and not hiding evidence of the end of her life in Paris.

[friendsdontlieokay]

30 Days favourite character challenge

Day 1: Sunglasses

Mike Jonathan Steve Robin Lucas

Day 2 Day 3

[transflynnscifo]

THE RAYS IS RELEASING ALT COLORS FOR COSTUMES AND IM HYPER ZOOMING IN ON ALT COLORS FOR TRUE KNIGHT YURI.... HELLOOOOOOO

(gets dragged away by the hat man)

[hellonexrth]

001. dorian & natalia @hntershunted

So, he couldn't stay away. Did that make him more or less human? Perhaps less, as the pull of the Vasquez sisters was anything but human in nature. He felt them near like a call. And who was he to ignore such a pretty sound? He'd always liked the pair, had never truly meant to form a contract with them—formal contracts weren't really his deal. But they had been so desperate, and he'd simply taken advantage of the situation before him. Besides, wasn't it an act of care from his side, to be so willing to help to the two? Their grief and pain palpable, he'd just given them a line to sign.

After some time away, he'd finally step foot back on the material, drawn to an especially large spike of chaos in the city he could call another home. His arrival, while impulsive, was not without a modicum of setup. A few of his lackeys—some would call them friends—arrived first to settle. They found him a lovely and luxurious place in the Bayou, near a coffee shop he couldn't wait to step inside.

And when he finally did, he was more pleased to see her face than he thought possible. Would she recognize him? How could she not? For even though he was ancient, his face hadn't changed. The sick smile that graced his lips—seared into the minds of his victims—was as eternal as the man himself. So, as he stepped up to the counter with smile the very same, he ran a hand through his hair and looked at her callous and cold reaching out to identify how she was feeling.

"What do you recommend, Tal?" he cocked a brow at her, glancing between her eyes and the menu behind her. "It's been so long since I've been here, I just simply cannot remember what's good anymore."

[jawbrkrs]

he  couldn't  resist  any  longer,  stopping  himself  from  touching  her,  but  only  for  a  moment  to  unzip  his  pants.  his  breathing  heavy,  mixing  with  hers.  his  hand  came  back  up  to  the  back  of  her  neck,  pressing  their  forheads  together,  forcing  her  to  keep  the  eye  contact.  his  other  hand  was  back  at  her  core,  working  her  up  to  the  edge,  not  bothering  to  take  his  time,  as  his  fingers  thrusted  into  her  once  again.  his  motions  prolonged  and  desperate,  not  realizing  how  much  he  missed  this  feeling  until  now.  arm  wrapped  around  her  waist,  to  reposition  them,  placing  her  back  against  the  wall , while  bending  his  knees  slightly,  curving  his  hips  upward  pushing  himself  in  with  one  quick  thrust.  the  immediate  satisfaction,  sent  a  jolt  in  his  gut,  hissing  her  name like a forbidden word.

his fingers entered her deeper, eliciting a gasp from her, just added to the spell he was putting her under again. she felt like she had just escaped the all consuming thoughts of him, the all consuming desire she felt for him. her hips pressed into his hand, desperate to feel more of him. she still couldn't take her eyes off of him, even as he was pulling away from her touch. as much as he liked to think he had the power - she also knew how to get what she wanted from him. pushing her eyebrows together, she let a soft whine leave her lips, her arm stretched to keep a grip on his erection, "please. i need you." the amount of desperation in her voice surprised even herself and she began to realize that maybe she was playing with fire that was going to burn both of them, one that she could never walk away from.

[littledecth]

BEE VOLTA A SUPERFÍCIE DEPOIS DE NADAR ATÉ A OUTRA - cabelo molhado pelo qual ela passa a mão, jogando para trás as madeixas , e depois correndo a palma pelo rosto antes de chegar a borda da piscina. pega no seu coquetel com a destra, cuidadosa em não deixar que seus dedos escorregadios deixem a taça escapar, e toma um gole generoso, olhando para natalia com olhos que se abrem mais a cada novo engolir, como se não pudesse acreditar no sabor.

 ❛ deuses, ❜ a filha de fobos diz, depois de soltar a bebida, devolvendo ao chão perto de seus corpos.  ❛ o que acha que elas colocam nisso ? ❜ riu com diversão no timbre, depois abriu um sorriso doce , buscando a mão da outra na água.  ❛ fico feliz por estarmos aqui juntas. ❜ declarou, em voz baixa, derramando toda a sinceridade do mundo naquelas curtas palavras.  ❛ quer dizer, ❜ assumiu novamente o tom zombeteiro, voltando-se ao copo e correndo a ponta dos dedos em sua boca.  ❛ não é o meu chalé, nem de madrugada, e isso não é vodka russa, mas .. ❜ mais uma risada, e apertou sua palma na dela com segurança antes de a deixar ir.  ❛ é mais que o suficiente. ❜

então, ela apoiou os braços cruzados na borda, e com ternura nos olhos, fitou a amiga. beatrice não tinha tido aquilo antes do acampamento - companhias queridas, e pessoas preciosas. não, uma criança singular demais para o mundo , sua vida havia sido vazia e solitária. porém, era graças a pessoas como a filha de hécate que aquilo mudou . hoje, não se sentia sozinha, pois tinha finalmente - uma família.  ❛ como você 'tá ? ❜ perguntou, suave e honesta.

@magicwithaxes

[lvialviaquezfan]

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[logiyande]

who: @nataliavega

where: thanksgiving, early on in the evening

"and mom, dad, this is my friend nat." logan had been making the rounds with her parents, and anissa couldn't help but notice how few of the students she'd been introduced to. the optimistic part of herself hoped that maybe logan was embarrassed of them, didn't want to tarnish her image, but she'd been logan's mother for twenty years. it would never stop making her heart hurt to think about her child being lonely.

"friend?" so it was no wonder she latched on to the operative word in that sentence, voice maybe too excited. "i mean, nat. so nice to meet you, sweetheart." she reached out to hug her, almost wanting to jump up and down. friend! logan had a friend! "how'd you two meet?"

[mustdies]

THE WAKE, 1PM. GETTING SLIZZERED INSTEAD OF CONFRONTING GRIEF IN THE GUEST BATH WITH @natcliachen

death is mans only cure. dante had heard that before, new that when it came for him⸺in whatever shade⸺he would not recognize it. this overwhelm, this tremendously stupid grief: he does not recognize. the many hallmarks of this gruesome thing were ill-distinguished. the reaper had come suddenly, and dante hoped very desperately that the motherfucker would knock next time. he's propped up on the bathroom vanity trying to respark a runt when there was a knock at the door. something grim plays across features, maybe he shouldn't be so literal with his wishes. still, half-faded, blunt hung limp at the corner of his mouth, he manages a poor excuse: " occupied. "

[77ngiez-archive]

who want to her my pafl oc lore

[aliscntcrres]

With Natalia's answer, she wondered if anyone had spoken to Reuben since he ran off. Or if they all had held the initial reaction Alison had, which was: Well, fuck that guy! She certainly couldn't blame them. She hummed a small note of acknowledgement. " Maybe it's best we all keep our distance until everyone starts to leave. " She suggested, thinking aloud more than giving an instruction of some kind. " Save us from another embarrassing outburst. " Because that was the thing about Reuben's words that pissed her off the most: the lack of care for how it made the rest of them look.

The soft crunch beneath their feet as they walked was an interesting contrast to the harsh words coated in some politeness. It was an interesting proposal, that people simply grew out of their ways. She believed it might be possible for women. But she wasn't sure she'd ever seen a man gain self awareness and adjust their path just with age. She worked with plenty of immature, self centred, entitled assholes. But they all did what they were told to when it came down to it at least.

" I just don't know what he hoped to gain from it. Genuinely, beyond that brief bit of attention. " She mused, lost in thought on the matter herself. " If he'd said it in private, to any of us, to all of us it'd be different. I'm not afraid to admit that Richard was ... " she trailed for a moment, hesitating to try and find the words that made the actual thought sound better than it was, afraid to admit what she said she wasn't, " unknowingly candid in the way he treated some of us compared to others. " Diplomatic ending to that sentence. She moved on swiftly, " But what would anyone in that audience care for that? They came to remember him in a good light. Was he hoping that attention to garner him sympathy or something? " She spoke as though Reuben were a little frog she was carving up in science class, and not someone she was expected to care for. Expected to look after. Instead she was attempting to identify each organ and writing down her findings in hope of understanding what made him tick. " Seems stupid when you consider his career. " She muttered. What if someone remembered this outburst the next time he tried to move forward in his career. Tried to gain the favour of someone who had already heard about how Reuben Sharpe had spoken about Professor Woodrow at his own funeral, if they hadn't already been there themselves.

Natalia nodded in place of giving a verbal answer, moving in the direction Alison tilted her head towards. As she walked beside the older ward, she kept her hands held delicately behind her back. It’s been a while since she’s had one-on-one time with Alison. Sure, they’d catch up here and there with phone calls, but it was years ago when they were last in the same space physically.

No? The answer earned a slight frown from Natalia. She couldn’t help the swell of disappoint she felt. Why not, she almost wanted to whine but held her tongue.

“Not yet,” she answered, looking ahead now instead of at the side of Alison’s face. She hasn’t come across Reuben since he walked out of the ceremony. He was no doubt off sulking somewhere, crying about it to some sorry squirrel or tree. Just the thought of it put Natalia in a foul mood.

As much she wanted to be better, to be more adult, to rise above it like Alison seemed to, Reuben brought out the worst in her. “It was so immature of him,” she complained as they walked along. “He is almost thirty.” Thirty! “You’d think he’d grow out of—” Being a little bitch. “—it by now,” she corrected herself at the last moment, keep some sense of decorum.

With a sigh, she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Richard was far from perfect, but… all that was asked of us was to keep it together for the 5 minutes we were asked to stand up there, and he couldn’t even do that.”

[cannib4l-a]

@dogtccth asked: ❝ well, well. aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? ❞   ( gator + natalia )

" heya gator. " natalia smiled, waving cutely at him before she went back to searching the rack for clothing. she had just gotten paid a generous amount and she needed a new wardrobe. " what are you doing around these parts ? " specifically, the women's section of the department store. she paused for a moment, a little sinister smile hinting in her normal smile. " you weren't following me, right gator ? "

[atrickrtreat]

@ghostsxagain asked: 🥞 to bring muse breakfast in bed - charlie to natalia

Nat had slept in, for once, and stirred the moment she smelled coffee entering the room. "Mmm, sweet nectar of life," she mumbled sleepily and struggled to sit up properly in bed. "What do I owe this to?"

[demidevildiva]

Location: Dante's place Closed Starter: @tcintedsvcrets

"Never have I ever..." Dante started, making his way back to the couch where they played, "Went skinny dipping."