“Problem?” The argument that he should have known what she was talking about was perhaps a valid one, however, there were also so many alternatives. He certainly didn’t seem to lack, as far as problems were concerned — in fact, as of late, they seemed to be piling up all around him to the point where it became a wonder how the Congressmen was able to breathe. Whether the problem was rooted from his office or his home — it made the smallest difference; the fact still remains, they knew no end. Exhaling hard and deep, hands folded and pressed against the wooden surface of his desk ( away from the ransacked paperwork ) as a pair baby blue eyes turned to stare up at her — his darling wife. “Every time I fix one, another problem presents itself. It’s like I’m taking one step forward and two steps back. But please, tell me, which problem are you referring to?“

@butscrewmefirst

     Late night when you need my love.

Music loudly echoed through the penthouse walls; a clear indication of the fact that the Countess was out. And as the saying goes, when the cat is the way… With a glass of blood in one hand and his cigarette in the other, Donovan was dancing and singing along to what was perhaps one of his favorite songs as if no one was watching or listening. No one was, right?

“I know when that hotline bling. That can only mean one thing.”

a hundred random starters || no longer accepting || @blkwiidow

     “I take it, you’re fresh off of a bad experience.” He couldn’t help but chime in with his own view of the situation after hearing the words that came from the unknown woman seated at the bar in the Blue Parrot. “If you want my opinion, that might be because you’re hanging out with the wrong people.“

a hundred random starters || no longer accepting || @brokenragdoll

     “Maybe it’s just not their time. Maybe they still had to serve a bigger purpose.” He suggested, leaning against the wall and looking down at the junkie as she sat down on the bed in the otherwise empty hotel room — clearly devastated by her most recently failed assassination attempt. “Besides, they taste like shit when they’re dead.“

a hundred random starters || accepting ||

      She found out. It was an immediate panic that overtook the dark-haired man once the sentence fully left her mouth. But how? He was so sure that the Countess never even so much as batted an eyelash in Iris’ direction; he would’ve bet everything on that fact, so how was it that he was being proved wrong? No matter how hard he could’ve tried, he couldn’t bring himself to wrap his head around it. Before, Iris didn’t exist in the eyes of Elizabeth, but now everything was changing; he could feel his heart pounding heavily in his chest — he could feel death breathing down his neck. And although he tried his best to conceal the state of panic that he was in, there was no way of removing the clear expression of concern in his baby blue eyes. “C- consequences?” He repeated in a questioning tone, trying to force out a smile, but to no avail. “What do you mean?“

a hundred random starters || accepting || @butscrewmefirst

     Cruel, but it brought a smile to his face. If you were to ask him, they deserved nothing more than to scream until they turned blue in the face; crying and begging for mercy in the face of an inevitable death. It was yet another successful date night completed with some good old-fashioned hate watching; one of the couple’s favorite hobbies. Overjoyed at the way that she seemed to be recalling the events that they had just witnessed, Donovan’s lips curled at the edge of his mouth, giving a perfect display of how ecstatic he was. “Music to your ears, I bet. What was this, the third person that Ramona ate? We should make her our hate watch champion, you know? I think she should be properly rewarded for the entertainment.” He didn’t even need to elaborate any more, you could already tell by the tone in which he spoke that the reward he had in mind wasn’t going to be something good.

a hundred random starters || accepting || @butscrewmefirst

     “I’m sorry.” The words came from him in almost like a whisper. It was almost like a reflex. Apologizing was always Donovan’s first instinct when it came to Elizabeth, whether or not he truly was in the wrong. When he was sided against her, he was always in the wrong no matter what and he knew better than to think otherwise. Although his head dropped lower, his baby blue eyes remained pointed upward, aimed at nothing else but his platinum blonde haired lover. The dominance that she held over him was so overwhelming that he couldn’t even think to do much of anything else. In fact, he seemed to have forgotten the reason why he was apologizing in the first place. All that matters to him was that she was no longer upset.

     “Are you kidding me?” Most likely not and despite that being the one thing that he was afraid of, he knew it to be true. Still, he couldn’t really understand the problem. He was no fashion expert — not professionally, of course, but Donovan liked to think that he knew a thing or two about certain things. I mean, he didn’t have a tendency to always be fashionably dressed — wearing the latest trends and the most expensive names currently on the market. Hell, the hotel was owned by Will Drake, for crying out loud. He was the one who put this whole fashion show together, picked out all of the outfit and everything else that was required in terms of preparation — why was she refusing? “It’s from the newest line. I don’t understand what the problem is.“

valentine’s day sentences

     “Tough break. On the bright side, at least you got something, right? I can’t remember the last time I got anything or was able to give something for Valentine’s Day. The Countess doesn’t appreciate it as much as I do, apparently.“

assassin’s creed starters

     For the most part, he was drawing a blank. Resisting his immediate urge to respond with a roll of his eyes, pulling the cigarette from between his lips, a pair of eyebrows narrowed slightly in confusion as Donovan stared back at the elder man for a few moments with nothing but silence lingering in the air between them. “What was that supposed to be? Are you trying to say something about me?” He asked for clarity. A heavy dose of confusion evident in not only his tone but in his overall body language. “Run that through me one more time. In English, this time.”