Белое небо, кристально чистый воздух, в котором как никогда легко угадываются ароматы кофе и сдобной выпечки, вперемешку с дорогими духами, чуть развеянными легким ветром, но все же ощущаемыми, если прильнуть к плечу и спрятаться в ворот свитера, оправдывая себя необходимостью согреться, и все-таки тайно наслаждаться: лидерством и покорностью.
'And everything points to the same conclusion. It is someone in your department,' Richard says.
It should have been a dramatic revelation, if it went the way he planned it, but the words fall flat. Da Costa doesn’t even shrug or look at him, and at this precise moment someone scores, and the room is filled with too much noise to add anything.
* waiting out a storm by dousing all sails and simply letting the boat drift.
for Martym (who wondered if Richard ever gets in trouble)
*le gasp!* Wonderful! Wonderful corsairs! Both of them!
hmmm… these men…. *___*
Corsairs Felix and Richard, both belong to Kira!
For Lady Owl
Cold air burns, stone walls melt. So what can I say about flesh?
Tor - Glass And Stone
Oh it was a sad and a rainy night
And the rain did rain his lady gay
Never a fire nor a candle light
Die in my bower anymore
The best thing about working in a gym is walking body references of all kinds.
For Lady Owl :3
"So, we have to expect their agent?"
"Can we somehow find out who is this going to be?"
The man slowly looks down at his phone, where the contact list has the name of the one who can - and will be required to - get some information for the forgiveness of his financial debt. He turns the screen to the other man. For a while he peers at it.
A couple of a journalist and a security officer. Just think of it. [X]
Obligatory warning: it’s mild horror, and it’s in English. Feel free to correct everything.
You fall asleep.
It’s not much, the owner mutters apologetically, but it’s all he can offer. All the second floor is yours though, and they might occasionally use the stairs to get to the attic, but that shouldn’t scare away any customers, should it? Ahaha.
His laughter is awkward and not particularly pleasant, but he’s just a man trying to get by with no better options left than renting out a part of his house to a total stranger. You’d be nervous as well, you tell yourself, even though there’s something about this house that makes you feel a little unsettled. Have you been here before? Has anyone told you… Well. No time to figure this out anyway.
I feel really sorry for the Lieutenant. I don’t think he deserved to lose the ability to see… Well, I think so.