the best part of me was always you [r]

[VIENNE NAZARIAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; border: 3px solid #45331e;background-image:url(http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj194/commodore-sixty-four/w3ceidd.jpg);background-attachment:fixed;] vienne nazarian cold hard bitch, she was shakin' her hips, that's all that i need It was a sunny day in Lawless, and Vienne, as it was a free day for her, felt it necessary to go outside. She liked the outdoors, as she liked feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin and in her hair. Her small son, Valen, liked it as well; even though he could barely talk, he was happier when he was outside than when he was cooped up in their house towards the middle of the city. The little boy grinned as they walked outside, the baby clinging to her as she rested him on her hip. Vienne couldn’t help but smile at that wide, toothless grin her son had; it was adorable. He was just…adorable. Despite the fact that his father was a bag of worthless scum, Vale was the brightest thing in her life, and she couldn’t help but smile. “Do you wanna play in the yard?” she asked him, and he wiggled in response. The boy could talk a bit, but he didn’t know many words yet. He grunted a bit, uttering an enthusiastic “ya, ya!” and nearly squirmed out of her arms before she set him on the ground, letting him pull at the sparse grass in the yard. The blonde woman watched her son with a small smile as she sat down near him, cross-legged. Vienne had changed a lot after Vale was born; one could say she started to grow up. Whether it was growing up or maternal instinct, she couldn’t say, but all she knew was that she loved Vale like nothing ever before. Even more than she had loved the boy’s bastard of a father, or…had once loved. That was all in the past, of course. Thankfully, the man was stuck up in Adney, thanks to her of course. She smirked a little as she thought of the flawless execution of the plan…getting him in trouble so he was forced to either go to jail or go to Adney and serve in the military. It was perfect; she managed to get that terrible man out of her life and her son’s. Not that Vienne was much better. She was just as venny-obsessed and vicious as Faust Martel, if not more of the latter. But if the saying is true that opposites attract, then those that are similar must repel. It never would have worked out…or at least, that is what she tells herself. Of course, at the MOMENT of the “execution,” she wasn’t that concerned about her son, and more concerned about the money… But she doesn’t really bring that part up. Getting up, she raced to catch Vale who was starting to toddle away, scooping him up in her arms. “Don’t run too far away from me yet,” she joked with the child, kissing him on the cheek. She grinned as he began to giggle, clinging to her once more. “I love you, Valey~” she cooed, and he giggled again. She’d never get sick of hearing that simply adorable sound. tag: faust!!; words: 501; notes: lolidk this sucks.; music: none!

[FAUST MARTEL]

[atrb=width,500px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/0/635.png][bg=#ffffff] THIS IS HOW YOU REMIND ME OF WHAT I REALLY AM IT'S NOT LIKE YOU TO SAY SORRY I WAS WAITING FOR A DIFFERENT STORY THIS TIME I'M MISTAKEN FOR HANDING YOU A HEART WORTH BREAKING ! The Down Below. Never had been a place that someone such as Faust Aeron Martel would willing frequent, but it's also true that he used to be a part of this... location. This location from where he spent most of his years thusfar. It was home. Not the most ideal home, but a 'home' nonetheless. It was at here that people - or, most people, anyway - would not judge him as much for what he has or hasn't done in life. Not that most of the rumours were true, but it wasn't as if any of it was enough to bother Faust anymore. He's had more than enough experience than most men his age and with experience came the hardening of one's heart. Nothing was out of the ordinary any longer, and even at mere twenty two, Faust was already numb of the world. All he ever cared about was venny. Everything he did - no matter what it was - would only lead back to that one goal; to gain more riches. ... Oh, and to ruin some dumb bitch's life along the way if he could help it, of course. Still, while he could say all of that - while he could pretend that he was no more than some heartless demon from hell - there was a more than valid reason why Faust would continue to drop by a certain place in Lawless every time he had a 'business meeting' to tend to. As strange as it may sound at first, there was a certain boy Faust had connections with. A certain boy who had his blood in his veins, his DNA in his genes, his hair, his ey- well, no, not his eyes. His mother's eyes. But alas, who was his mother again? Faust let out an arrogant snort and adjusted his tie a tad as he strolled down street after street, block after block. His right hand reached upward and slowly pushed his sunglasses further up his head, his amber orbs flickering briefly to the nearest public clock available. Quickly noting to himself that he still had some time to kill before he had to head back to work - 'work' that was unrelated to the group known as the H.A.W.K.S - the twenty two year old allowed the shades to shield his bright eyes once more and continued down the path he'd chosen, his steps sharp and precise but not fleeting, matching exactly with the professional aura he gave off. Soon enough, his surroundings gradually turned homely though equally as cluttered. Not to mention shady. Though it certainly doesn't mean he didn't find himself comfortable in the environment; what else would one expect from a man who would continuously cheat money out of others? He may look like he didn't belong but what's underneath that facade of perfection was certainly more than rotten. In a matter of minutes, Faust had arrived upon a somewhat familiar house. However what Faust did not expect was the sound of a small boy's giggling. He turned to glance at the front yard and took notice of a mother-son duo although, rather than slowing down, the man was actually walking right pass. His brows pushed together just slightly at the sight of the boy as he ignored the mother-figure completely. There seemed to be a lack of affection or even fondness in his gaze but his expression soon returned to that normal one that almost reeked of too much confidence. The man continued down his path without even a small glance back. There was no need after all. It's not like that boy was his son or anything. Not when his mother was that woman. NOTES: + u + i'm uber in love with that icon, just sayin'. oh and uhh, i kinda just assumed that they're at the front, hurr, nvm that faust is walking right pass it and not stopping at all ;; template by A S H T O N OF O N T H E E D G E

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[VIENNE NAZARIAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; border: 3px solid #45331e;background-image:url(http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj194/commodore-sixty-four/w3ceidd.jpg);background-attachment:fixed;] vienne nazarian cold hard bitch, she was shakin' her hips, that's all that i need She’d hoped to never have to see Faust Martel again…Vienne’s hopes, sadly, were dashed that day as she looked up to see the very man of her nightmares loitering near the front of her home. She’d been so happy to see him leave that fateful day, her smirk following him as the airship ascended into the sky and up into the Blue, hopefully never to see him again. But, obviously, that wouldn’t be the case anymore. He wasn’t loitering, per say, but he had stopped to glance for a mere moment, if not a second in time. Vienne didn’t want that man anywhere near her son, not because of the rumors that he was a monster, but because she knew that truly, he was one. Why was he in Lawless in the first place? Didn’t he have work, his job to attend to? Wasn’t his military job supposed to take the place of servitude? Why, then, was he trouncing about the Down Below as if he had nothing else to do? “What are you doing here?” she called out with a sneer as he began to walk away. Oh, no. He wouldn’t leave that easily. She’d chase him if she had to, and that wouldn’t be easy in the heels she was wearing. But if it was necessary…she’d do it. Even if she had to throw one of the spike heels at his head in an attempt to puncture something, she’d do it. She held Vale to herself protectively, probably just by sheer instinct alone. It wasn’t really a conscious effort on her part, but she knew that Faust was someone she wanted to keep away from Valen. She wouldn’t know what she’d do if her beloved baby boy turned into his father. Would disowning him be too far of a stretch? It was true: Vienne really hated Faust. It had been so long that she didn’t remember exactly why she despised him so much, but all she knew is that she did. It was probably something stupid, which was why she was choosing to forget, but the blonde woman really couldn’t think of the reason. It might have been something petty, or something serious…for some reason, however, she was leaning towards the petty response, and a part of her wanted to just drop that bit of information and never bring it up again. She, Vienne, was a lot of things, but she wasn’t petty…or at least, that’s what she told herself. Approaching him, she caught up with relative ease. He hadn’t been walking that fast in the first place. Planting her feet in front of him, she blocked his way. He was quite a bit taller than her but she what she lacked in height she made up for with a glare that could pierce daggers through his heart…if only looks could kill. “I asked you, what are you doing here?” she repeated in a scathing tone, her hand covering the back of Vale’s head. It was a greeting fitted for a man of his stature and reputation…one that Vienne had ever so craftily created, with the help of some publicists and photographers. Thinking of it, she couldn’t help but smirk, and the snarky smile tugged on the corners of her lips as she glared at him. She could only dream that he knew why she was making such a face. tag: faust; words: 562; notes: IDK its bad?; music: li'l hipster girl - LMFAO