°˖✧ { ᴀsᴍᴏᴅᴇᴜs } ✧˖° (closed starter) – Page 3

_{———❝ You shouldn’t be here. ❞
It was said with a silent fury. You could see it in his eyes, his cold exterior crumbling with each second frozen in the doorway. No weapon in hand, no mask overhead, he stood there knowing what exactly he was capable of.}

He couldn’t stand to look the man in the eye. One miscalculation, the man too comfortable in his high tower to lock one fucking door. This was his fault, a fault which lead him not to set the mutt on fire where he stood. His study was the one room in the apartment that didn’t have the same emptiness as the rest; books and albums lined the shelves, old pictures of friends and family peering back at you, while several seemed to depict one blond child amongst an estranged family. She looked unhappy.

Feet quickly approaching the intruder, Elliot reached to grab him by the collar and push him down. The attempt at roughness seemed uncharacteristic of his usual attitude; the man often ignored the unwelcome guest or went along with his antics. Something had struck a chord.

❝ You just fucking love to stick your nose up my ass, don’t you? ❞

_{@catastrophicur}

_{———❝ Take some advice from a younger man: it isn’t worth the effort. ❞}

_{@bewitcheds sc}

_{———❝ Hold the car! ❞
The man slowed from his sprint, opening the taxi door and sliding in with an exasperated look. All morning, he’d been trying to hail a cab. If he wasn’t at the firm in the next 30 minutes, he’d be fired for sure.}

❝ Sorry, mind if I ride with you? ❞

_{@glxtzy sc}

_{———❝ I’m a big fan of dad rock, but maybe that’s just what I grew up with. ❞
He smiled, brushing a bit of his bangs from his face. Something about his phrasing seemed to linger. He did enjoy the music, but much later in his life.}

❝ Do you keep much vinyl yourself? I’d imagine with the new fad, you’d get some discounts from working here. ❞

_{@softlighted sc}

_{———The sensation of pain in his wrists and ankles told him all he needed to know. Olive eyes becoming accustomed to the overhead light, the man blinked away the floating afterimages as he finally came to. He rocked his head from one side to the next, limply rolling to ease the overnight cricks that resting in such a position had created. This was bullshit.}

❝ You know, it’s awfully strange finding myself in the chair, all things considered. ❞
A quip, if he could manage even that. His captor knew who he was, or at least, knew someone who did. A shame, really. He’d done so much to separate himself from his work.

❝ So am I keeping all my teeth and toenails, or did you have something else in mind? ❞

_{@hhemeraa sc}

_{———❝ Ah, Maki-san? ❞
Elliot stared for a moment, emerald eyes focused on the girl and her casual attire. Sunday was his free day from work and duties to the Joestars. He decided to head to the commercial district, gathering ingredients for the week’s meals. The one thing he hated more than to run into students, was to run into students he’d actually been assigned to teach.}

❝ Did you walk here? My car is just around the corner, I can give you a ride home if you’d like. ❞

_{@pressurecooked sc}

_{———There was a sort of fear that instilled itself in Dio’s presence.
Any prior notion of death had hardly swayed the young man before; still, he froze at the thought of what his employer needed from him at this very late hour.}

❝ It’s me. ❞
He muttered, fingers rapping on the chamber door.

_{@insatiablelustforpower sc}

_{———❝ Tell me, Vale… ❞
The man began, eyes on the horizon as the twilight began to roll across the shore.}

❝ If you were given the choice between receiving a million dollars knowing you would die in a year because of it, or losing a million dollars to buy the slim possibility of survival…

Would you take the money? ❞

_{@of-illusions-and-lies sc}