B E A S T .

“OH, WISH I HAD A CHANCE TO actually judge.” The tint of mischief flashed in her eyes when, with a subtle grin, she looked at Vincent. Mind absently, Pepper reached her hand out to brush away the hair from his forehead. And for a second, somewhat concerned and dreamy expression settled on her face. If she only knew what is the true meaning of their paths constantly crossing?

She didn’t need a savior. She managed that for herself. Yet, here he was anytime she’s got into trouble. At times, Pepper wondered whether this is the purpose he is seeking. Aside of the revenge and destruction of the HYDRA’s division that turned him into mutant.

“You didn’t sleep that long.” Softly answering, Pepper backed off and sat in the chair opposite the couch Vincent was laying in. “Maybe you should get some more rest. Or I can get us some order in, if you are interested and hungry, of course.”

       SPOTTING A HINT OF mischief in her gaze caused Vincent to smile briefly in return. Despite all the bad opinions and thoughts he could have about himself and the belief that he was a repulsive, monstrous being — he still allowed her to reach out and brush some hair from his eyes. Much rather, he was telling himself not to give her too much of a puppy dog eyes look when their eyes met. J.T., to this day, continued to point it out to Vincent that his gaze could easily be any girl’s weakness.

       “I think I’ve done enough sleeping for now,” Vincent uttered with slight annoyance, and a raspy voice. The last time he’s slept for a proper eight hours might as well have been a decade ago. He always went ahead and assumed that a life with a lack of sleep was something he’s gotten used to long ago.

        Briefly, Vincent’s gaze moved to the window, he thought about J.T. and how he didn’t like Vincent being gone for too long — and he thought about how he was a grown man who should get to make his own decisions, too. He didn’t have much of a life, but around her, he could assume all was at least somewhat safe.

at   the   threat,   agnes   could   feel   her   nostils   slightly   widen.   he   truly   had   it,   didn't   he?   the   courage?   the   thought   embedded   in   his   head   that   he   could   honestly   do   it?   that   he   could   lay   a   hand   on   her   without   the   urging   nightmares   that   were   to   follow?   who   was   he   kidding?   ❝   are   you   sure   about   that?   ❞   as   thoughts   were   put   to   words,   a   chuckle   resounded.   it   was   quieter   than   before,   obviously   due   to   the   pressure   applied   to   her   larynx.   

and   still,   there   was   that   smile   at   the   corners   of   her   mouth,   that   little   smile   that   simply   told   him   what   he   knew   before,   that   she   wasn't   scared   of   him.   after   all,   he   was   the   good   guy.   ❝   it   would   be   a   pity   if   that   girl   of   yours   gets   impeached   because   of   sweet   evidence   that   pops   out   of   nowhere   like   bubbles.   ❞   a   sigh   drops.   ❝   or   if   she's   the   next   body   you're   going   to   have   to   take   care   of.   ❞   while   the   pressure   had   already   crept   up   to   her   nose,   she   still   found   herself   capable   of   mockery,   had   always   done   so.   and   yet,   there   are   eyes   that   are   rolled   in   agony.   ❝   and   then   there   it   is,   your   entire   life   poofed   because   of   a   bubble.   fucking   bummer,   a?   ❞   

        DARK VEINS CURLED up from underneath the hem of his shirt, all the way up his neck and throat — where his eyes would shimmer golden, and teeth would shape into fangs. The fragile flesh of her own throat was threatened by the sudden cut of sharp claw-like digits as he succumbed to the beast within. Such was the effect Catherine Chandler had on him — the primal urge to protect her, watch out for her. Anyone who dares threaten her... Vincent couldn’t let that happen, ever.

         The pressure of his claws upon her flesh caused a drop of blood to escape under the force he applied to her throat. A low growl, as a first warning, ere Keller spoke — voice much lower, and primal, than before. The golden glow in his eyes nearly reflected in the darkness of the night like a cat’s glare.

THAT SOUND. THE SOUND that made her ever-so-distracting thoughts stop all at once. There was something specific about the way he laughed. The occurrence was so rare it caused her to smile in return almost immediately. “I had no clue you knew what is the concept of having fun.” She teased, bending for a little bit more snow.

“And you are making yourself to be way too easy target.” Pepper added swiftly while throwing another snowball. A little bit more snow now stuck in his raven hair.

         “OH REALLY?” Vincent asked amusedly. “Maybe I’m only playing fair game,” he said next. After all, he could so easily blur from view and find himself elsewhere with a whole pile of snowballs to launch at her if he so desired. But where would be the fun in that? There was no reason to cheat at this silly little game while at the same time, he could maybe for once forget about all his troubles. No beasts, no powers. Just Vincent Keller. He could do that, right?

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@pepperpxtts​​ ASKED ::  “Don’t go yet.”

The Great New Year’s Inbox Purge.

           THE MORNING WAS SURPRISINGLY quiet and Vincent couldn’t tell if it’s always like this, or if it’s only because he was with her. Maybe she was his focus, rather than what was going on elsewhere around him. And it felt good, actually. Her presence, a soothing influence on Vincent’s mind. One way or another, he didn’t feel as nervous or on edge as he commonly did upon waking up. Perhaps, he should try this more often — maybe they should try this more often...

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@pepperpxtts​​​ ASKED ::  "Before we'll start running you should know I cannot run."

The Great New Year’s Inbox Purge.

          IN THE HEAT OF THE stressful moment they found themselves in, with Muirfield on their tails and Vincent on the brink of succumbing to that other part of himself — he still finds the opportunity to turn towards Pepper Potts, and give her a look of reassurance. They need to run, yes. They will have to be quick, too. The frown tugging at his brows perhaps said it all...