deathinmydebts:

 

     { natasha watched him leave
       the general presence with a
       hint of despair, clearly alexi
       had noticed— grabbing her
       arm, he harshly mumbled
       into her ear ”we need to talk”.
       he knows. now, she was
       thankful for james leaving.
       he won’t endure the pain
       again. }

                “of course, mr barnes. you must get going, it sounds urgent if more important than dinner with the founder.”

                            { she spoke, raising her eyebrows
                               to james, hoping that he would
                               understand the importance of
                               him leaving now. maybe he would
                                figure that he knows just by the
                                glare she gave. }

     { he stopped in his step at
     the sight of several guards
     by the door, his hands
     clenching the tissue and
     other things that littered
     his pockets. this wasn’t good.
     he was in a lot of trouble,
     and had no way of getting
     out of it }

            “ —-… I suppose if I’m needed here, I could stay. It’s nothing that I can’t do later”

          { and he was shoved back
          down into the chair. james
          gave a heavy sigh, straightening
          out the dress robes that he
          had been given, and tapping
          his fingers off of the table. }

                           "—- Where’s the food?“