Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2015 19:37:20 GMT -8
Characters: Violet and Crispin
Summary: Violet texts Crispin to meet her after her cousin Rose informs her of what happened and what her plans are. The two engage in a tense conversation that ends with Violet secretly spiking Crispin's tea. He proceeds to have a terrible, drug induced trip.
Triggers: Swearing, drugs, violent context, blackmail
First part of post got cut off, sorry!
Crispin: The previous night had proved disastrous after picking up some chick at a local night
club, but he didn't want to think about that right now. Instead he had to focus on what was happening here and now; a few hours ago he received a text message from a number he didn't recognize, instructing him to come to Joe's on behalf of Rose...or else. Fuck, was his first thought. That crazy bitch wasn't done with him yet. With a deep sigh he braced himself for the worst and crossed the road before stepping into the warm, inviting coffee shop. He looked around, realizing he had no idea what the person
looked like, or even if they were here yet. He decided to order himself a cup of coffee. Coffee in hand, he sat down at a corner table and blew on his drink, waiting to see how this played out. -d-
Violet: it was interesting, really, the types of calls she received in the middle of the night. the things her family felt the need to let flash upon her screen during work hours, stupid emails and various degrees of annoyance that came into her life one by one by one. no wonder our dear violet tried her very best to keep out of the middle of foolish men and their foolish deeds, though foolish deeds weren't always carried out by the opposite sex. not always. rose's little bit of information had made eyes roll, a childish sort of action on her part, but if she carried the name she carried out their wishes. sometimes. joe's was not were she would have wished to carry such things out, nor was it really where she would like to find herself on a afternoon better spent pouring over frames, books and tea pots, but this was a nicely lit public area. meeting new people was awful enough and doing so in the comfort of her own home seemed like more a daunting task then she cared for... so there they were. a few seats away from one another, of course he didn't know her face or anything else about her. a little run in with her cousin and there the poor soul was, sitting at the coffee shop, the object of her eye as she slipped away from her own perch. "Pot of hot water please, two tea cups." words curled at the ends with the hint of an accent trying to escape. english to match her surroundings. those words were directed to the waiting behind the long serving area. a few long strides brought the girl to him, body slid into the seat across from him. "Coffee is such an awful drink. People seem to have forgotten the long history behind our beloved tea." now these words, these words were offered to her new little friend, dark lips curled into a smile. no greetings, sorry, not yet anyways.
Crispin: Imagine Crispin's surprise when this beautiful, edgy looking woman approached. A total babe, he thought -- just his type. But his pleased, almost smug acknowledgement soon turned to dread, for in his surprise he had forgotten she was attached to Rose in some way, which could only mean trouble. He assessed her cooly while sipping his coffee, his brows furrowing in silent disagreement. "You British and your tea," said with a roll of his eyes and obvious contempt, though it was unclear whether it was for tea
or the British. He pushed a few strange of hair out of his eyes, momentarily at a loss for how to approach this scenario. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest and his level of anxiety was reaching a fever pitch. Calm down, he thought. Relax. Fingers now drummed against the mug in his lap. "Under normal circumstances I would be absolutely delighted at sitting across a table from a woman like you, but all things considered...Let's skip the pleasantries and get to the point. What the hell do you want? I
told Rose the matter was done with. I just want to move on with my life. So say your peace, because I've got more important things to do than listen to some Brit wax poetic about tea." Perhaps she could see why Rose had taken such a disliking to the man, who was quite handsome and very clearly American. What he was doing in a country he seemed to hate was anybody's guess. -d-
Violet: beautiful. edgy. sure, these were words used to describe the girl often enough though they never really suited. edgy because the pant suit thundering woman she called a mother hated the shaved side of her head, now left exposed to the world. bulk of black pulled up and pinned in place by what could have been thousands of little silver needles. edgy with the darker tones she surrounded herself in. plum lips, black shadow with just the brush of violet beneath each eye. violet sterling was an opposite from those around her in a few ways.
crispin's eye roll was met with a slow shake of her head. "Though the British do love their tea the concept of it started way before they got their dovey little hands on it. Tea has been used for cures all around the world, for it's magical sort of nature. I could go on but I don't think Rose would care for me boring her new toy to death." words ended just as a man dressed in a black apron approached with a silver tea set. two cups with flower etchings to match the pot placed in the middle. violet reward the boy with a smile as he stepped away. no words to exchange and for his silent manners she would tip well later."Trust me whatever thing you believe to be so important isn't. Now why don't you behave and have some tea with me." not a question. yet not said as a command. a hand dipped into a pocket nestled along the folds of her black coat. a small bag was produced long enough for the contents to be tipped into each cup before her free hand reached out for the pot. tea leaves were nothing without water. "It's a rather good blend I picked up from my last trip to Egypt." small talk, let's do it. a cup was pushed towards the boy. "Now where are my manners... I'm Violet Sterling, and you?" of course she knows, just answer the question. please.
Crispin: "Again, I really didn't come here for a history lesson. What do I care about tea?" He sounded on edge and exasperated. Crispin smoothed his jeans out and then crossed one leg over the other, leaning back. His chin rested in the palm of his hand, but at the mention of being Rose's toy he sat forward and narrowed his eyes, an anger and frustration vibrating inside of him like he might just jump out of his own skin. "I am not her toy!" his voice rang out, drawing a few sideways glances. He leaned back, running
a hand through his hair, lowering his voice. "Look...What happened, happened. It was a mistake. She got her little revenge. It's over now. She just..." voice trailing off, he shook his head. "She's just messing with me. I get that. But it's already getting old." Worked up and high strung over what had happened, he said, "Maybe you're right -- some tea might help calm my nerves." He set the coffee down and took up the tea mug, sipping once the tea leaves were properly steeped. "Another Sterling, huh?
Wonderful. Look, I didn't know I was robbing from a Sterling, okay?" He wasn't stupid, afterall. They were a powerful family. "Name's Crispin Wellings. Somehow my parents thought that was a good name. I prefer to go by Alex." -d-
Violet: now now the boy really ought to get his wits about him. the more he spoke the more violet just relaxed. settling herself further in that lovely little chair of her's. trust her mister wellings these little family affairs were never a fun thing for her. she had traveled the world over a dozen or so times just to avoid it all only to find herself in the middle all over again. being a sterling was like being caught in a spider's web. though he may not eat you now your poor little wings are glued in place. "And they say females like to make a fuss in public." the eyes that had turned towards them with his snippy words were nothing to worry over, violet didn't seem to.
"I'm not really sure you understand your situation my dear. We'll see what the leaves say about your future." a reader, what a great talent there vi, gonna ask for his palm next? her own tea cup was cradled in a hand, long fingers enjoying the warmth the hot water offered, a bevy of silver and black rings clicking against the metal of it. "Another Sterling indeed, you had the great pleasure my meeting my dear cousin. She's a real charmer isn't she Mister Wellings." tea cup was brought to lips, a small push of cool air to disrupt the steam that gathered before a sip was taken.
of meeting*
Crispin: The busy chatter and bustling of the coffee shop began to fade into the background noise as his attention came to focus. There was something deep and threatening brewing behind this woman's casual demeanor and polite conversation that put him on high alert. "I'm not making a fuss, Violet. But anyone would be upset with what happened. I have half a mind to send her the hospital bill I received after needing someone to take a look at my back after our skirmish." Another sip of the tea and a thoughtful tilt of
his head. "My situation? Tell me, Violet, what exactly is my situation? What is all of this? You've brought me here for some reason and I sure would like to know what it is. Otherwise I will bid you a good day and take my leave. And please, tell your cousin to leave me alone; meeting her has been the worst thing to happen to me all year." He reached for his wallet, but thought better of it; she can pay the damn tip! He checked his watch and scratched under his chin. "I've got to be out of here in five
minutes, so..." -d-
Violet: she seemed to get that a lot. why was it such a weird thing to want to have a cup of tea with someone? maybe the idea that this particular someone had been caught with his hands somewhere they shouldn't have been? curious. "When someone raises their voice enough to be heard by prying ears it's making a fuss." the tone in her own voice never changed much, the usual casual conversation ebb and flow of a woman in a coffee shop with a man who could be anyone to her. now wasn't the tea wonderful, violet was taking slow sips of her own, letting the warmth slide into her stomach to settle the chill of her skin. lovely time of the year for a cup of tea, fireplace and warm clothes. truly her favorite.
"I would think you know your situation. Though I must say Rose was rather nice to you... If it had been my home you so rudely invaded I would have had you locked in a dark hole somewhere. Surely they have many of those lurking around." a shoulder had been pulled into a bit of a shrug. rose had her own way of dealing with things, much different from violet. violet like to end an ugly situation rather then play cat and mouse. maybe rose was more of a people person then her. "My reason for bringing you here is simple. I just wanted to meet the poor bastard that confused his love for my cousin. Such deep feelings you must have you poetic soul."
confessed* (sorry, stupid typing. )
Crispin: While Crispin did enjoy this weather and the crackling fire places, warm drinks and soft sweaters it ushered in, he was far to agitated to appreciate it right now. Violet's soft spoken, subtle shots taken at his expense were having an accumulative effect; it was like being seduced, slowly, only the opposite. She was getting under his skin, he realized -- and that was her intention. He had to regain some control and reclaim some form of power in the conversation, as the dynamic had tilted almost entirely in
her favor. "I don't love her. I said what I had to in order to put an end to confrontation, simple as that." Oh god, what else did she know? His face was turning a shade of red, and try as he might he couldn't reverse it. Even here, with Rose nowhere near, she was making him feel emasculated. He cleared his throat and set his tea down, opting once again for his coffee. He took a long drink, a pensive expression crossing his scruffy face. "Well you have now met me, Violet, poor, poetic bastard that I am,"
: he smirked. "If that's your only purpose then I believe we can conclude this unpleasant affair. Enjoy your tea." He could feel himself become increasingly desperate to get out of here; the shop had suddenly become too enclosing, and he felt claustrophobic. He needed some fresh air. Slowly, he rose, setting his drink down and cracking his knees with a little twist. Aah, much better. -d-
Violet: so well put together, reserved if you will. violet only spoke out of character when nestled in her own home. when fingers ran over a new painting, or an old piece just brought to life. the outside world was a cold bitter thing and she knew how to keep it at bay, for the most part. many humans couldn't handle the small jabs she took at them, only in the nicest of ways, her friendly nature was often taken as sarcastic. such is life. "Ah yes a cop out, a way for a less then skilled person to remove themselves from a place they aren't comfortable with. So it wasn't love then. Pity." though dear rose and dear violet were not as close as they may have been in childhood there was still a bond between the last names, of course, which meant by now violet knew most of the events that had occured between them. besides why would she had even bothered getting in contact with the man? a favor maybe. most likely. eyes watched crispin opt for his coffee now instead of the lovely tea mix she had poured him. oh well, the little leaves which sunk to the bottom were only half of what she had slipped into the cup. the rest would have dissolved when they came in contact with the hot water so gracefully poured over them. though the drug inside of them wasn't strong enough to cause the man to be knocked off of his feet instantly it would render him pretty useless without an hour or so. "Of course Mister Wellings, as you said... Very important things to do. Just remember... The things you may see are not always real. I hope you sleep well tonight."
Summary: Violet texts Crispin to meet her after her cousin Rose informs her of what happened and what her plans are. The two engage in a tense conversation that ends with Violet secretly spiking Crispin's tea. He proceeds to have a terrible, drug induced trip.
Triggers: Swearing, drugs, violent context, blackmail
First part of post got cut off, sorry!
Crispin: The previous night had proved disastrous after picking up some chick at a local night
club, but he didn't want to think about that right now. Instead he had to focus on what was happening here and now; a few hours ago he received a text message from a number he didn't recognize, instructing him to come to Joe's on behalf of Rose...or else. Fuck, was his first thought. That crazy bitch wasn't done with him yet. With a deep sigh he braced himself for the worst and crossed the road before stepping into the warm, inviting coffee shop. He looked around, realizing he had no idea what the person
looked like, or even if they were here yet. He decided to order himself a cup of coffee. Coffee in hand, he sat down at a corner table and blew on his drink, waiting to see how this played out. -d-
Violet: it was interesting, really, the types of calls she received in the middle of the night. the things her family felt the need to let flash upon her screen during work hours, stupid emails and various degrees of annoyance that came into her life one by one by one. no wonder our dear violet tried her very best to keep out of the middle of foolish men and their foolish deeds, though foolish deeds weren't always carried out by the opposite sex. not always. rose's little bit of information had made eyes roll, a childish sort of action on her part, but if she carried the name she carried out their wishes. sometimes. joe's was not were she would have wished to carry such things out, nor was it really where she would like to find herself on a afternoon better spent pouring over frames, books and tea pots, but this was a nicely lit public area. meeting new people was awful enough and doing so in the comfort of her own home seemed like more a daunting task then she cared for... so there they were. a few seats away from one another, of course he didn't know her face or anything else about her. a little run in with her cousin and there the poor soul was, sitting at the coffee shop, the object of her eye as she slipped away from her own perch. "Pot of hot water please, two tea cups." words curled at the ends with the hint of an accent trying to escape. english to match her surroundings. those words were directed to the waiting behind the long serving area. a few long strides brought the girl to him, body slid into the seat across from him. "Coffee is such an awful drink. People seem to have forgotten the long history behind our beloved tea." now these words, these words were offered to her new little friend, dark lips curled into a smile. no greetings, sorry, not yet anyways.
Crispin: Imagine Crispin's surprise when this beautiful, edgy looking woman approached. A total babe, he thought -- just his type. But his pleased, almost smug acknowledgement soon turned to dread, for in his surprise he had forgotten she was attached to Rose in some way, which could only mean trouble. He assessed her cooly while sipping his coffee, his brows furrowing in silent disagreement. "You British and your tea," said with a roll of his eyes and obvious contempt, though it was unclear whether it was for tea
or the British. He pushed a few strange of hair out of his eyes, momentarily at a loss for how to approach this scenario. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest and his level of anxiety was reaching a fever pitch. Calm down, he thought. Relax. Fingers now drummed against the mug in his lap. "Under normal circumstances I would be absolutely delighted at sitting across a table from a woman like you, but all things considered...Let's skip the pleasantries and get to the point. What the hell do you want? I
told Rose the matter was done with. I just want to move on with my life. So say your peace, because I've got more important things to do than listen to some Brit wax poetic about tea." Perhaps she could see why Rose had taken such a disliking to the man, who was quite handsome and very clearly American. What he was doing in a country he seemed to hate was anybody's guess. -d-
Violet: beautiful. edgy. sure, these were words used to describe the girl often enough though they never really suited. edgy because the pant suit thundering woman she called a mother hated the shaved side of her head, now left exposed to the world. bulk of black pulled up and pinned in place by what could have been thousands of little silver needles. edgy with the darker tones she surrounded herself in. plum lips, black shadow with just the brush of violet beneath each eye. violet sterling was an opposite from those around her in a few ways.
crispin's eye roll was met with a slow shake of her head. "Though the British do love their tea the concept of it started way before they got their dovey little hands on it. Tea has been used for cures all around the world, for it's magical sort of nature. I could go on but I don't think Rose would care for me boring her new toy to death." words ended just as a man dressed in a black apron approached with a silver tea set. two cups with flower etchings to match the pot placed in the middle. violet reward the boy with a smile as he stepped away. no words to exchange and for his silent manners she would tip well later."Trust me whatever thing you believe to be so important isn't. Now why don't you behave and have some tea with me." not a question. yet not said as a command. a hand dipped into a pocket nestled along the folds of her black coat. a small bag was produced long enough for the contents to be tipped into each cup before her free hand reached out for the pot. tea leaves were nothing without water. "It's a rather good blend I picked up from my last trip to Egypt." small talk, let's do it. a cup was pushed towards the boy. "Now where are my manners... I'm Violet Sterling, and you?" of course she knows, just answer the question. please.
Crispin: "Again, I really didn't come here for a history lesson. What do I care about tea?" He sounded on edge and exasperated. Crispin smoothed his jeans out and then crossed one leg over the other, leaning back. His chin rested in the palm of his hand, but at the mention of being Rose's toy he sat forward and narrowed his eyes, an anger and frustration vibrating inside of him like he might just jump out of his own skin. "I am not her toy!" his voice rang out, drawing a few sideways glances. He leaned back, running
a hand through his hair, lowering his voice. "Look...What happened, happened. It was a mistake. She got her little revenge. It's over now. She just..." voice trailing off, he shook his head. "She's just messing with me. I get that. But it's already getting old." Worked up and high strung over what had happened, he said, "Maybe you're right -- some tea might help calm my nerves." He set the coffee down and took up the tea mug, sipping once the tea leaves were properly steeped. "Another Sterling, huh?
Wonderful. Look, I didn't know I was robbing from a Sterling, okay?" He wasn't stupid, afterall. They were a powerful family. "Name's Crispin Wellings. Somehow my parents thought that was a good name. I prefer to go by Alex." -d-
Violet: now now the boy really ought to get his wits about him. the more he spoke the more violet just relaxed. settling herself further in that lovely little chair of her's. trust her mister wellings these little family affairs were never a fun thing for her. she had traveled the world over a dozen or so times just to avoid it all only to find herself in the middle all over again. being a sterling was like being caught in a spider's web. though he may not eat you now your poor little wings are glued in place. "And they say females like to make a fuss in public." the eyes that had turned towards them with his snippy words were nothing to worry over, violet didn't seem to.
"I'm not really sure you understand your situation my dear. We'll see what the leaves say about your future." a reader, what a great talent there vi, gonna ask for his palm next? her own tea cup was cradled in a hand, long fingers enjoying the warmth the hot water offered, a bevy of silver and black rings clicking against the metal of it. "Another Sterling indeed, you had the great pleasure my meeting my dear cousin. She's a real charmer isn't she Mister Wellings." tea cup was brought to lips, a small push of cool air to disrupt the steam that gathered before a sip was taken.
of meeting*
Crispin: The busy chatter and bustling of the coffee shop began to fade into the background noise as his attention came to focus. There was something deep and threatening brewing behind this woman's casual demeanor and polite conversation that put him on high alert. "I'm not making a fuss, Violet. But anyone would be upset with what happened. I have half a mind to send her the hospital bill I received after needing someone to take a look at my back after our skirmish." Another sip of the tea and a thoughtful tilt of
his head. "My situation? Tell me, Violet, what exactly is my situation? What is all of this? You've brought me here for some reason and I sure would like to know what it is. Otherwise I will bid you a good day and take my leave. And please, tell your cousin to leave me alone; meeting her has been the worst thing to happen to me all year." He reached for his wallet, but thought better of it; she can pay the damn tip! He checked his watch and scratched under his chin. "I've got to be out of here in five
minutes, so..." -d-
Violet: she seemed to get that a lot. why was it such a weird thing to want to have a cup of tea with someone? maybe the idea that this particular someone had been caught with his hands somewhere they shouldn't have been? curious. "When someone raises their voice enough to be heard by prying ears it's making a fuss." the tone in her own voice never changed much, the usual casual conversation ebb and flow of a woman in a coffee shop with a man who could be anyone to her. now wasn't the tea wonderful, violet was taking slow sips of her own, letting the warmth slide into her stomach to settle the chill of her skin. lovely time of the year for a cup of tea, fireplace and warm clothes. truly her favorite.
"I would think you know your situation. Though I must say Rose was rather nice to you... If it had been my home you so rudely invaded I would have had you locked in a dark hole somewhere. Surely they have many of those lurking around." a shoulder had been pulled into a bit of a shrug. rose had her own way of dealing with things, much different from violet. violet like to end an ugly situation rather then play cat and mouse. maybe rose was more of a people person then her. "My reason for bringing you here is simple. I just wanted to meet the poor bastard that confused his love for my cousin. Such deep feelings you must have you poetic soul."
confessed* (sorry, stupid typing. )
Crispin: While Crispin did enjoy this weather and the crackling fire places, warm drinks and soft sweaters it ushered in, he was far to agitated to appreciate it right now. Violet's soft spoken, subtle shots taken at his expense were having an accumulative effect; it was like being seduced, slowly, only the opposite. She was getting under his skin, he realized -- and that was her intention. He had to regain some control and reclaim some form of power in the conversation, as the dynamic had tilted almost entirely in
her favor. "I don't love her. I said what I had to in order to put an end to confrontation, simple as that." Oh god, what else did she know? His face was turning a shade of red, and try as he might he couldn't reverse it. Even here, with Rose nowhere near, she was making him feel emasculated. He cleared his throat and set his tea down, opting once again for his coffee. He took a long drink, a pensive expression crossing his scruffy face. "Well you have now met me, Violet, poor, poetic bastard that I am,"
: he smirked. "If that's your only purpose then I believe we can conclude this unpleasant affair. Enjoy your tea." He could feel himself become increasingly desperate to get out of here; the shop had suddenly become too enclosing, and he felt claustrophobic. He needed some fresh air. Slowly, he rose, setting his drink down and cracking his knees with a little twist. Aah, much better. -d-
Violet: so well put together, reserved if you will. violet only spoke out of character when nestled in her own home. when fingers ran over a new painting, or an old piece just brought to life. the outside world was a cold bitter thing and she knew how to keep it at bay, for the most part. many humans couldn't handle the small jabs she took at them, only in the nicest of ways, her friendly nature was often taken as sarcastic. such is life. "Ah yes a cop out, a way for a less then skilled person to remove themselves from a place they aren't comfortable with. So it wasn't love then. Pity." though dear rose and dear violet were not as close as they may have been in childhood there was still a bond between the last names, of course, which meant by now violet knew most of the events that had occured between them. besides why would she had even bothered getting in contact with the man? a favor maybe. most likely. eyes watched crispin opt for his coffee now instead of the lovely tea mix she had poured him. oh well, the little leaves which sunk to the bottom were only half of what she had slipped into the cup. the rest would have dissolved when they came in contact with the hot water so gracefully poured over them. though the drug inside of them wasn't strong enough to cause the man to be knocked off of his feet instantly it would render him pretty useless without an hour or so. "Of course Mister Wellings, as you said... Very important things to do. Just remember... The things you may see are not always real. I hope you sleep well tonight."