THEY BOTH REACHED FOR THE GUN — the sanctuary, apology

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  • twinges of resentment blister in the catacombs of her veins, every step she takes fire— almost literally, thin straws of smoke sifting between her toes and body radiating heat. even if not for the steam pooling from her body, it's clear that she's mad, eyes pinched wine red rather than deep plum, and legs stiffer than cardboard. the girl has been in situations like this before, unsurprisingly enough, where her tongue poked and prodded unrest into people and then amends were demanded of her. an apology was what they wanted, but it was not what they got. see, she has never been sorry for the things she believed to be true nor has she taken back words she wholeheartedly meant, ever, but now as she matches pace with her leader, her brain twists around the idea of it.


    to even be in this situation points towards her going soft, and she's supposed to apologize, somehow, but it won't be the least bit sincere. the way she pictures it, she'll by lying through her teeth to keep the peace between their groups— as if upsetting one cartellian would do any real damage and determine the outcome of their alliance. as if she cares what happens to the alliance, or who chooses to take offense to what words her tongue spins. she'd rather just let the insults settle like mud, but lucien demands otherwise. the caracal comes to a stop at the border, a soft huff billowing past her lips as eyes chip into the territory; a winter-fitted forest giving way to what looks like a highbrow mansion. they have taste, she'll give them that much.

    Lucien V.A.J.  

    LOUI VUITON BODY BAG CHICA FAZBEAR

    THE SANCTUARY & INFORMATION

  • He sits and he waits, feeling broken and hollow
    Hands held close to his face, screaming,
    "Why do I bother?"tags & plotting

    the hound isn't usually petty, but what she did, to him, was perhaps unforgivable. he could have understood her more if she had come with her concerns to him privately, voicing them when they were alone. but she had said her insults to his face, and to ryuu's, something he couldn't wrap his mind around. he was beginning to understand her personality, so it shouldn't have been as surprising, but it had still taken him aback, and not in a good way. he had chided her like a child- him, to the one that had founded the sanctuary in the first place! the irony was not lost on him, but he felt no pity or sympathy for her, not in this moment. perhaps it alarms him, the rate at which he is losing it. he knows that it isn't entirely this body's fault- but, still, emotional stress demands an outlet.


    he has been whistling the entire time they have been walking, a happy tune to a tense environment. really, ryuu hadn't earned chica's distrust in his eyes, or her insults. it was fine if she had a problem with the group as a whole, but why blame one individual? in the end, he knew it was pride thing, he just didn't care enough to acknowledge it much. "this is fun, isn't it?" his soft spoken voice is cheery for once, eerily so. "ryuu, chica has something to say ta ya."

  • ・゚ ✦ ° YOU'RE THE SWEETEST CHAMPAGNE - in the light of things, ryuusaki loved his home and whether chicagocrimes was aware or not, the cartel had most definitely changed for the better. he did understand that, perhaps, people were just too arrogant to accept "simple" concepts like the truth. ryuu wouldn't blame them-- he thought the entire fiasco with the prostitute division was dumb and frustrating too.


    the kishu inu had no idea that lucien had forced chicagocrimes to come all the way to the cartel to apologize to him. it would certainly be something new, as ryuu has scarcely received apologies (sincere or not) in his two years of living. a call of his name and the familiar scent of the sanctuary greeted his nose as he oh-so coincidentally placed himself near the border, eyeing the land beyond his home with an apprehensive frown on his face. the voice itself was familiar, he knew it to be the sanctuary's leader, lucien. and someone named "chica" had something to say to him? how quaint. however odd it was to be requested personally, the surgeon would heed the call and make his way over. ryuusaki almost blended in with the snow with his stark white fur-- the only things making him visible was perhaps his abundance of accessories.


    he offers lucien and chicagocrimes an obligatory smile in greeting, soft and pleasant. there wasn't an real meaning behind the smile, of course, apart from him just being courteous. "a-ah, hello... you two." his gaze shifts from the hellhound to chicagocrimes, who he remembered quite vividly. surprisingly, his expression doesn't sour but the thoughts in his head did as he looked expectant of the caracal.


  • -- BREATHING IN LIGHTNING TONIGHT IS FOR FIGHTING --

    Lucky had informed him about the new associate they had started a partnership with all thanks to Ryusaki. He couldn't deny he not was proud over what his boyfriend had done something he for sure wasn't going to ignore already having the perfect reward in mind once he put up the next meeting as well to Lucky how had succeed on his part as well not to mention everything he had done while himself had been laying in the death bed.


    However, what he not had been told about was the conflict Ryusaki had been forced to deal with during his visit to The Sanctuary and now he might found it out as the leader had appeared alongside one of his own clanmates. The tighound would take his approach closer to stand beside the surgeon and would even let his fur brush a bit towards his boyfriend while gaze was focused on the two visitors. There was not much he know about the clan itself but he always made sure to do his homework to at least know who run the place. What he had gathered and learn that male was the leader over that clan making sure to take everything in to remember by. The hardest part was the name. Luci something right?. Ouch, names why did people even have them for?. It was just making everything more unecessery difficult for the Godfather, he how never bothered to remember others names unless that had left a god impression from them, or a bad one all consider the situation.


    " Greetings. " he would say simple while wondering what they needed his boyfriend for. He know Ryuu well enough to notice he not was comfortable with this two present or in this case one of them. If they had done something to hurt Ryuu a apology would be the last of thier problems. For now he remain silence as the Godfather waited to hear what they had come here for and what this 'Chica' had come here to say. Introducing himself could come afterwards once he had a better view on this whole situation.

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  • a pride thing... that sounds about right. the huntress flexes her toes into the dirt, eyes flitting toward lucien's sickeningly merry tone and at his words mutiny firecrackers up her spine. thoughts bubble, not for the first time, within her skull, volcanic, as she peers at him. the damn asswad dragged her out here to wound her pride, no doubt. this isnt about damaging an alliance, this is about putting her in her 'place'— or so she keeps telling herself. (she'll tell herself anything to make him seem like a bad guy). her chin snaps back toward the treeline, eyes lowering as she finds herself to have gathered a couple of onlookers, one being the man she came here just to see and the other... well, she can't say she cares who he is. something nasty curdles in her stomach, like milk with lemon, as their words of greeting string up in her ears. gross, she has to acknowledge them, doesnt she? "hey," the girl sniffs, jaw tightening fleetingly, no doubt pondering on whether to say fuck it and stomp back towards home and face whatever hell lucien'll gve her over it or to go on with what she came here to do. the latter, being the easier, wins. words spoil within her mouth and as she lets them fall the poison in her gut is so thick she can almost taste it, "listen, i shouldn't have been throwin' around words like that, and i shouldn't have said jack in the first place. i'm sorry for pushin' my prejudice on you for things you had no control over. that was me bein' stupid and runnin' my mouth. it won't happen 'gain though, i swear it." chica's eyes drift to her left then, to sneak a peek at her leader and see if he's satisfied, before returning her fast-fading ruby gaze to the cartellians. "sorry."

    LOUI VUITON BODY BAG CHICA FAZBEAR

    THE SANCTUARY & INFORMATION