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Last Will and Testament of Vivienne Maureen Moriarty

I, Vivienne Maureen Moriarty, of London, England, revoke my former Wills and Codicils and declare this to be my Last Will and Testament.

ARTICLE I
PAYMENTS OF DEBTS AND EXPENSES

I direct that my just debts, funeral expenses, and expenses of last illnesses be first payed from my estate.

ARTICLE II
DISPOSITION OF PROPERTY

I direct that my residuary estate be distributed to Jessica Sarah Moriarty. If such beneficiary does not survive me, my residuary estate shall be distributed to Katherine Moran. 

ARTICLE III
NOMINATION OF EXECUTOR

I nominate Sebastian Moran as the Executor, with bond.

ARTICLE IV
EXECUTOR POWERS

My Executor, in addition to other powers and authority granted by law or necessary or appropriate for proper administration, shall have the right and power to lease, sell, mortgage, or otherwise encumber any real or personal property that may be included in my estate, without order of court and without notice to anyone.

My Executor shall have the right to administer my estate using “informal”, “unsupervised”, or “independent” probate or equivalent legislation designed to operate without unnecessary intervention by the probate court.

ARTICLE V
SPECIAL DIRECTIVES

I, hereby state, that in addition to the directives and bequests as set forth in this Will, it is my desire and wish to include the following special directives and last wishes:
I direct that my company and boutique be distributed to James Moriarty. If such beneficiary does not survive me, my company and boutique shall be distributed to Jessica Sarah Moriarty.


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When somebody loved me,
Everything was beautiful
Every hour we spent together lives within my heart
And when she was sad,
I was there to dry her tears
And when she was happy,
So was I
When she loved me

Through the summer and the fall
We had each other, that was all
Just she and I together,
Like it was meant to be

And when she was lonely,
I was there to comfort her
And I knew that she loved me

So the years went by
I stayed the same
But she began to drift away
I was left alone
Still I waited for the day
When she’d say I will always love you

Lonely and forgotten,
I’d never thought she’d look my way
And she smiled at me and held me just like she used to do
Like she loved me
When she loved me

When somebody loved me
Everything was beautiful
Every hour we spent together lives within my heart

When she loved me


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My Soul To Take

thecharmingkiller:

You were my conscience
So solid, now you’re like water
And we started drowning
Not like we’d sink any further

The time had come to finish the story. Victor could feel it in his bones; it was exhilarating. He didn’t need to plan too much, considering he knew how it would play out since the beginning. Doing it on their birthdays was the icing on the cake. No pun intended. She would go the same day he arrived. The perfect transition. 

At 7:00pm, a giftbox arrived at Vivienne’s doorstep. Her doorbell was rung, but the sender was nowhere to be found by the time she opened her door. The open box contained all the essentials for an evening in the tub. Floral soap petals, body scrub, bath gel, bath crystals, potpourri, and a loofa. Attached was a card with ‘Happy Birthday’ printed in script. Vivienne smiled to herself and brought the gift inside. She wasn’t expecting any more company, so there was no reason not to treat herself to a calming bath to end her birthday. 

But I let my heart go
It’s somewhere down at the bottom
But I’ll get a new one
And come back for the hope that you’ve stolen

Victor was silent and stealthy as he made his way into Vivienne’s flat. He waited for her to finish washing herself, and made his move when she was simply soaking. The door slowly swung open and Victor calmly walked inside. Vivienne was slightly startled to see Victor, but considering it was both of their birthdays, perhaps he was here to make amends. She forced her shoulders to relax as her eyes were fixated on his. He didn’t speak a word as he approached her, until he suddenly gripped her wrists. 

“Time to go.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he pressed her hands down on her chest and pushed her under. He smiled serenely as he listened to her screams under the water. He couldn’t blame her; this was her deepest fear. Drowning at the hands of her ‘imaginary friend’. “Oh, sweet little Vivienne. You knew it was going to end this way. How silly of you to think I would ever leave you alone. You’re mine; you always have been. Remember all those years ago when you saved Jessica from killing herself in that tub? Oh, how disappointed in you she’s going to be when she finds out you took your own life the same exact way. Don’t worry though, I’ll be there for her. Nobody needs you anymore, Vivvy.” Finally, her body stilled as she sunk to the bottom of the tub. Victor stood and dried his arms off and walked out with a smirk. 

His smirk spread into a grin as he imagined the looks on everyone’s faces when they discover poor Vivienne finally giving up on life. ‘So much for keeping me away,’ he thought to himself as he made his way out.

Well, you thought of strength and solutions
But I like the tension
And not always knowing the answers
But you’re gonna lose it


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Happy Birthday, Vivienne

I know it’s early, but I figured you would have plans tommorow and I might not catch you.

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Oh thank you so much! It’s my favourite brand of chocolate! Those shoes are adorable as well.

You’re very sweet, Susan.


anniewyatt:

When it fucking calls for it. It’s for emphasis. Back to business: Chris, Ice Cream, Pub. 

This situation does not call for cursing. It’s unbecoming.

I’ll think about it.

(Source: vivienne-moriarty)


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anniewyatt:

I’m pretty sure you have, but have you ever been to an ice cream bar? Fuck no. Do that shit for your birthday.

Must you always curse, Annie?

(Source: vivienne-moriarty)


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anniewyatt:

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I’m talking about Chris. Don’t tell anyone.

Don’t knock it ‘till you try it.

I’ve had ice cream before, Annie.


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thievingmagpiemoriarty:

[text] I see-JM

[text] Date and time, dear? -JM

[text] It’s on the 17th at 14:00. 44 Conduit street. -VM


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anniewyatt:

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Oh yeah. I forgot about that… He’s a jerk but he’s… nice? And I don’t hate you. How does that even work out, Chris? Whatever. 

Tell him you’ll go out to an ice cream bar or some shit.

Why would you hate me?

It’s my 30th, not my eighth. 


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thievingmagpiemoriarty:

[unsent] Boring

[text] Fair enough~ -JM

[text] You should come to the next show. I think you’d like it. -VM

[text] They have a Westwood slot. -VM


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anniewyatt:

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Why stop there? Get Jess and Kathy in the mix. Maybe you could even go out with Chris. Still an asshole. Do something.

I actually get along quite well with Christopher these days. But that does sound lovely.


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thievingmagpiemoriarty:

[text] Where ever you want is fine. -JM

[text] I can pick you up and we can go to Neiman Marcus? -VM


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anniewyatt:

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Yeaaaaaaaaaaah! That’s what I thought. Get your ass out of fashion week and take a vacation for that day. *whispers* Seb isn’t one for birthday celebrations, but if you don’t tell him, he’ll be up for it. 

I can’t just stop everything because it’s fashion week. But I would like to spend some time with you and Sebastian.


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thievingmagpiemoriarty:

[text] I suppose I wouldn’t mind.. -JM

[text] I’m not busy. -JM

[text] Perfect! Would you like to meet somewhere? -VM


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anniewyatt:

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Are you one of those people who just totally shit on their age on their birthdays?

No, I’m only turning thirty.


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