#summerlcst

[atlvntida]

⟢  𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖆 .

snow blankets the world outside, a blissful peace compared to the stifling party inside. she’s trapped behind white marble & beneath baccarat chandeliers, her cheeks sore from smiling as the night goes on. she had imagined such extravagance as a child, dreaming of a heritage of gold ( but living in such excess, albeit all a ruse, never felt so empty ).

now past midnight, she finds herself half listening to ruth’s rambles on her recent vacation in monte carlo. the woman’s drunk, but not drunk enough to let slip anything important. it’s a futile conversation, blue eyes are busy searching the hall instead, trying to spot emerson in the crowd. and he blends in well — just another dark suit next to the many others surrounding him, expensive cufflinks catching the light. but by now his silhouette is burnt inside her mind. she knows him by the broadness of his shoulders, by the sound of his footsteps.

thankfully, she’s able to slip away from ruth as her ramblings hold another unlucky wife captive. tailored elegance in dark vermillion, mila makes her way across the floor to emerson. she exchanges pleasantries with his companions ( smile brightening as she greets the senator ). fingers brush against the underside of emerson’s wrist before sliding her hand into his, meanwhile making an excuse to steal him away for a second.

it’s in the ( suspiciously ) empty corner of the room they escape to. she’s about to ask if he wants another drink when a glance above makes it clear why so many people are shooting sly glances at them.

                           damn mistletoe.

mrs juliet larosa wears her amused expression well as she steps closer to her husband, but mila is far from amused ( is this another test?). she’s calculating each move to create the flawless scene to feed the wolves.

a hand resting against his chest, she searches his gaze for the go ahead before pressing lips against his. there’s no hesitation, only fake familiarity. fingers tangle in his hair, and she realise how much she likes this. wants to deepen the kiss, heart beating faster —

but she draws away, keeps the kiss short & sweet. thumb rubs away the red smudged onto his lips. it’s a tender moment between two — her voice softens as she calls him dan, saying how she knew she should’ve worn a liquid lipstick instead. and it goes on, this fabrication.

later when she sleeps that night, she dreams of his dark gaze. it feels like being swallowed by obsidian, staring at stars so close & so far away at the same time.

        . ✧ . * . ˚  HE’D LIKE TO DIE RIGHT ABOUT NOW.  if there was anything that would cause emerson to  gouge  his own eyes out  ,  it would have to be listening to the senator of a midwestern state.  sure  ,  the agent had nothing against the corn belt or the farming community —— but he surely had something against the “  one-percent-ers  ”  that somehow unsuspiciously end up with most of the revenue and never need the help of TurboTax.  but to hear someone go on about their trips to this palm beach then that palm beach and then another palm beach where palm beaches aren’t even fucking native to the environment they’re built in  —

        her hand is warm.  perfect timing  ,  as usual.  she was always the best of distractions.  emerson’s noticed that her hands were incredibly soft despite all the training and combat situations she’s gone through.  the faint smell of nail polish on sunday morning somehow became an endearing habit  ,  something he began to prefer over waking to the smell of coffee.  he turned to look at mila  ,  giving her the  slightest  smile.  she is juliet larosa  —  the one who explained to the other housewives that  YES - KATHY  ,  for the last time !!  he really does only have one hand.  and  NO - MARTHA  ,  for the last time  ,  his amputation doesn’t effect their  goddamn  sex life.

        the group began to laugh but emerson was grinning for an entirely different reason.  his gaze remained locked on mila  ,  he gave up alcohol since joining the cia  ,  yet he was drunk.  the very  atmosphere  gave to a strange desire that he had when he was a young adult  —  to play as a rich man with a beautiful wife and a beautiful home.  with a beautiful this and a beautiful that  ,  and enjoying his beautiful those with some beautiful these.  though perhaps the reality is  far more interesting  ,  the narrative of two agents joining forces to gain intel on the country’s strangest machination under guise of the farming industry.  said agents-playing-pretend end up in the  mistletoe corner  ,  and maybe emerson does get lost in her eyes after a soft yet chaste kiss  —  his smile still evident as she rambles and wipes  Uncensored! by Fenty Beauty  off of his lips.  perhaps he does have the urge to go in again   ,  surely there’d be no harm in that?   her blue eyes are so easy to get lost in —  especially when she smiles at him like that  ,  her hands on his chest and a slight flush on her cheeks as the crowd around them looked on adoringly and cheered them on.

        when they’re back home  ,  however  ,  the feeling is muddled in confusion.  daniel and julia larosa revert back into agent emerson and agent mila  —  strictly professional and  in fact  ,  emerson was laying right next to her as he thought of how easy it would be to take advantage of her hindering heart.  it’s no easy game to play even when done earnestly  —   love  is easy to mold and manipulate for the cold-hearted.  others find it  difficult  to compartmentalize the fact that having the upper hand over an agent would mean having the utmost control in any situation that could arise. 

        two people  ,  trained to lose their sense of feeling in order to lie for the greater good. 

        the greater good.  that’s what this is for. 

[tearfest]

               she’d expected his ignorance , but what she hadn’t expected was for her to be genuinely hurt by it . there was only a few weeks left of term , & she’d be damned if he thought he could finish the school year without at least acknowledging her beyond grading her papers .                 “ mr kwon , “  the doors opened with brute force , & it’s slammed shut with even more as she spins towards him , her dainty frame storing up enough pent up anger to wage a war .  “ i don’t know who you think you are to be able to get away with ignoring me , but that’s not how it works . “  small hands crash against the desk , internally regretting the force used as the impact burns at her palms , bending at the hip somewhat as she glares across at him .  “ do you want to keep fucking me or not ?! because if you don’t just say so i can stop freezing my fucking ass off without any panties on in your classes once the dean fucking fires you . “  /  @summerlcst. 

[sweetcstfantasy]

@summerlcst || Anton & Jessica

Jessica wasn’t sure what was MORE scary. The fact that she snuck out of her parents house in such a SLINKY looking dress, or the fact that Anton had insisted upon taking the young girl to a party of his colleges. She wasn’t even sure how she had gotten into this situation, but whenever he smiled her way and asked something of her, the girl simply MELTED and nodded her head. There wasn’t MUCH that she wouldn’t do for him - despite no body else understanding their rather uncommon relationship. 

As she APPROACHED the street corner that they had agreed to meet at, Jessica TUGGED at the hem of her dress with anxious fingers. It was BLACK which already was an unnatural choice for her, but more than that - the LENGTH of the thing was startling. It felt as though her ass would just FALL out at any second, and the cut of the neckline? Don’t even get her started. She had to admit she thought she looked rather GOOD of course, but it still felt so strange. Yet he had INSISTED once more that she wear the dress, as he had picked it out JUST for her and therefore who was she to refuse? Slender arms wrapped around her waist as she waited, and nervous EYES were cast up and down the road.

[icyves]

( @summerlcst. ) | bc why not.

                          ❝   do you treat all of your student prodigys this way or is it just me ? i'd like to think i'm special to you.   ❞  

[ofdamnation]

@summerlcst LIKED FOR A STARTER FROM HAERIN!

             ‘  don’t you  dare  tell me what i can and can’t do in my own house!   ——  AISH,  i should smack you right now.  ’

[sweetcstfantasy]

@summerlcst

The Edge of Love (2008) dir. John Maybury

[atlvntida]

— 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 《 @summerlcst'𝔰 : Yura 》

        . ✧ . * . ˚  OBJECTIVELY  ,  THIS WAS A BAD IDEA.  though comparatively  ,  his job is precisely to pursue bad ideas.  ricky found angels to be tricky creatures  ,  he never quite got a hold of how long he’s interacted with them or been watched by them but they’re not incredibly hard to understand.  in fact  ,  he still didn’t know if he was placed here by god or a being that humans couldn’t grasp.  he was far too down the chain for that kind of knowledge  ,  but he was up the chain just enough to  play with his food . 

       “  well now  ,  I wasn’t expecting company.  ”

       yura.  angel.  possibly fallen already or maybe she was here to do some “guiding”  ( absolute bullshit ) ,  but definitely still emotionally attached to the comforts of an angel.  he could tell from how much he wanted to bring her down  ,  wash away her virtuous nature  ,  how much he  wanted  to see her fall.  though there’s never a particular single stated reason why demons hated angels  ,  the greed and the desire had always creeped through ricky’s initial displeasure.  he hasn’t interacted with many of them for the sake of time and effort  ——  he’s one of the few who pay more attention to the souls and signatures he has to collect  —— but he knows for a fact that he doesn’t have the best track record with heaven’s drudges.  she’s beautiful  , without a doubt.  most angels are irresistible  ,  but something about yura piqued his interest.

       he lit a cigarette and walked towards her with a cocked brow.  “  yura  ,  I’ve been seeing you a lot lately.  a little too much  —— don’t tell me you want to be my friend  ,  I won’t be able to handle the flattery.  ”  his remark dripped in sarcasm and was murmured through a smirk.  while he never followed her  ,  they always happened to pass each other.  but coincidences don’t happen in this realm  ,  where time doesn’t exist and all intuition is cancelled out by mere supernatural conduct.