smooth criminals — francis. & bette. [blitz]
Jan 26, 2019 6:47:42 GMT -5
Post by gunner, d9 ₊⊹ 👹 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Jan 26, 2019 6:47:42 GMT -5
The bustling district's raucousness seemed to come to a tender halt inside the cafe. Beyond the worn, glass-paneled door was a world that he'd made it his mission to own, glowering back at him in all its excellence. It wasn't a utopia, but it was a world nevertheless —
with people, beating hearts, and wealth.
Francis did not covet the latter, however. What he sought for was the stellar authority that a mayor had to wield, the power to sweep the dirty doings under a rug and deposit things that he never wished would rise to the surface. Illicit affairs, like dead bodies, have a strange buoyancy that Francis never understood.
The small bell above the cafe's entrance chimed and the face he wanted to see waded in. Even though she should be mere months or a year beyond her adolescence, Bette Sublino bristled with subtle grace and poise. With a quiet gait, she took her seat in the booth's empty side, opposing Francis. The afternoon sun gave color to the dead girl's cheeks.
Francis swirled his tea with a spoon, making a vortex of sugar and steam. “Ms. Sublino,” he greeted. “I assume you are aware about why we are rendezvousing here?”
with people, beating hearts, and wealth.
Francis did not covet the latter, however. What he sought for was the stellar authority that a mayor had to wield, the power to sweep the dirty doings under a rug and deposit things that he never wished would rise to the surface. Illicit affairs, like dead bodies, have a strange buoyancy that Francis never understood.
The small bell above the cafe's entrance chimed and the face he wanted to see waded in. Even though she should be mere months or a year beyond her adolescence, Bette Sublino bristled with subtle grace and poise. With a quiet gait, she took her seat in the booth's empty side, opposing Francis. The afternoon sun gave color to the dead girl's cheeks.
Francis swirled his tea with a spoon, making a vortex of sugar and steam. “Ms. Sublino,” he greeted. “I assume you are aware about why we are rendezvousing here?”
[ thread title attributed to MJ, the Great. ]
