Egotistixx

[ ooc ]

Oh, heck no! I'm a freaking hoarder so imma keep ALL BLOGS. The reason i made the multimuse is cuz i was kinda missing meddling with my muses 'original' verse to say so and wanted to dip my finger there too. Might fluctuate a bit in activity everywhere tbh, but i was slow to begin with sooo ^^()

Normally, such comments would draw the villain to sneer. After all, insults reacted different depending on who said them. When it was a hero snarling them at him, he took it as a form of pride. When an underling did it? It was also pride, but the sort that he snuffed out with his claws. This, however? Oh, this was fascinating.

Those claws moved upwards to cup along her hair and tuck a strand behind her ear. He brought it downwards to cup up underneath her chin and tip it so as they had to meet eye to eye. The villain smirked as he stroked his tongue around his teeth and kept his thumb pressed along the underside of her lips. “When you call me vindictive, my dear, you don’t know how vindictive I can be.” Toshinori tutted. “But when you say it, I might almost take it as a compliment.” 

The villain dropped his hand again and withdrew to clasp them to his side. He would simply let his looming presence do most of the work. He leaned in further again and hovered their lips together again without touching. Her words brought a shiver down his spine and he couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled upwards from deep within his chest. 

“You think yourself more powerful of will than I?” The tone of Toshinori seemed to take on a different voice. One heavier, almost foreign, though it was still in the tyrant’s voice. “I’m sure you’re so used to men who grovel at your feet, waiting for a handout. Waiting for their chance with you.”

This time his hand moved quickly and he grabbed her by the jaw, shifting down to run his tongue up alongside her cheekbone. A simple taste, but one he was enjoying. 

“I am not a weak willed man. I’ve taken quite a career in changing realities.” 

Underneath his abundant attentions Adrianna’s form remained cold and statuesque, each movement and reaction carefully calculated and her focus never wavered. It’s true that she’s very much enjoying all of this precious attention though; the proof of her satisfaction is in the vague smile that curves thin lips and the sensuality of her fluid movements as she strokes his hair or ever so slightly leans into his touches. This was quite some dangerous territory she’s threading, a true minefield in fact. But nonetheless, her determination of leaving this episodes unscathed pushes her further. 

His figure is too imposing, pushing him backwards is nearly impossible. So Adrianna resorts to falling unto her back and against the soft cushions of the sofa herself. And since she’d so elegantly coiled herself around him as if he were prey, the Sun was brought down on top of her as well. 

“...Does it matter anymore what or how i think of myself? Of you?” low husky tone of voice carried the words out with a prolonged breath- no, it’s almost a moan as that tongue glides across her skin. Not necessarily one of arousal, but rather one of satisfaction. “As i said... i’ve no threat for you. Only facts. No need to build frustration or take offence. It will not change how we perceive ourselves or eachother... especially in this context.” hands retrieves from his hair with the same slithering movements. One arm is flung back, to lay relaxed unto the sofa and above her head, while her other hand trails to cup his sunken cheek, thumb stroking his akin almost lovingly. 

“...and besides, you’ve taken things too far already. Do you honestly concern yourself with whom has the upper hand... instead of simply enjoying the course of events?” despite his firm grip on her jaw, she eased her way through turning her head to face him. The proximity is enough for them both to feel eachother’s breath against their skin, to lazily gaze in eachother’s eyes. 

At the suggestion the school children had been at fault for having their lives at risk Tine’s eyes narrowed a touch but he held his tongue. They differed greatly on any matter involving juveniles and arguing the point would only sour the reunion. 

Children looked to adults to lead, to protect and learn from. He was not completely against the school system training up heroes, better they learn what dangers await them on such a path in a controlled environment than going at it on their own. When said school loses that control however and lets the danger get too real well…

“Both sides of… Oh Adrianna.” 

With a heavy sigh he rubs his eyes in a mild frustration. It was her way and he knows it well but it still aggravated him how easily she put herself in harms way. Yes, he engaged with villains for business purposes as well but they were contacted through third parties without any trace back to his name. She was too egotistical for that, too ‘better to do it yourself’ and making her presence known.

With a shake of his head he muttered a soft ‘What am I to do with you?’ and gently pressed a closed fist to the small of her back to hold her in a half embrace. After a moment he dropped the hand and regained his composure.

“Apologies. Old habits.” 

“What say you of this ‘League’ then? If you predict a bad turn oncoming then, they are either incompetent in following through on their ideology in a productive measure and aim only for chaos ,or, their goal is to break the foundations of society and rebuild from the ground up to their own design…”

“...Tine.” like clockwork, she intones his name firmly, lifting chin to establish a firm eye contact. There’s a hint of condescending she picks up from his voice and actions, a muted displeasure as he undoubtfully views her actions as unfit. Even after all this time apart, after abruptly severing all connections he still hasn’t abandoned these overly caring impulses. As if she needed to be mothered around. 

Just as he aims to remove his hands from their embrace, her fingers unceremoniously curl unto the fabric of his sleeves, crinkling the smooth texture as she sent a mute but firm message ‘Keep your goddamn hands where they are.’ Of course, no blinking of eyes would shatter through her firm, scrutinizing gaze.

“...While they’re been quite loud and present all throughout mass media, it’s still too early to tell whether or not their intentions are that grand.” she continues with the same stern, official tone, despite the fact that she’s gradually latching unto the man, pressing her chest against him and slithering gloved hands up his arms and unto his shoulders. 

“This ‘League’ is objectively made up of idiotic morons. However, they seem to have the ability to focus on a singular aim they are quite passionate about. I suppose their prevail will be a matter of discipline and flawless management...” her words were curt and official, as if discussing affairs at a board meeting. But her body language was a stark contrast to the subject of their conversation, considering how she ever so slightly inched closer to his face, tilting head to a side while arms coiled around his neck. Was this some sort of veiled challenge? Perhaps, but given their past together, it might as well just be some odd display of muscle memory. 

For a brief moment she fell silent, neither smiling nor frowning as she seemed to ponder a possibility. 

His eyes fell on the glasses, then back at her. She was using little gestures to lead the conversation - seemingly busy with other tasks while offering some of hers to him, some kind of diplomatic warfare. He had seen it all with Sensei over and over again. It simply proved that this woman was more than just a walking source of income and the more Shigaraki watched her, the more he realized that.

  “ It wouldn’t make any difference whether you knew or not, only the outcome matters. “

His reply was calm, the strain in his voice fading as he contemplated her words for a few moments. She wanted to be involved like the rest of the league. Merely watching and offering money did not cut it for her, she wanted to know exactly what she was investing her money in. And so Tomura had to prove to her that she would not be disappointed.

The young villain approached one of the armchairs, sitting down on it and leaning forward with his fingers lazily intertwined. His gaze piercing as silence was pressing down on each moment before Tomura spoke again.

“ I don’t intend in actually playing into Overhaul’s hands if that’s what you’re worried about. Right now he’s more of a convenient game piece I can use against the Heroes. The drugs are the loot. “ He pulled a hand free and held two fingers up. “ This way I can get rid of my enemy while also getting my hands on the means to destroy my other enemy. It’s two birds with one stone. “

The protruding silence was heavy and thick, marked only by the intensity of his gaze; a stubborn man he was, armed with quite the cunning intelligence behind his crass reactions. But once the playing field was leveled and intentions are made clear, Adrianna could easily perceive a willingness for cooperation. And considering this young villain was currently among society’s most notorious figures, she ought to respect and appreciate that. 

Her whiskey is sipped lightly, with apparent immunity to the bitter burn of the strong alcohol. “...You pursue your own reasons and motivations of drastically altering the fabric of society. That much i can respect. But do consider that i too seek to pursue my own ambitions.” it’s not a threat in the slightest, but rather a thoughtful and almost wistful remark. 

“So you admit I’d be a great sugar baby and that you considered it?”

Opens mouth to say something but stops herself right away; shit they’d backed her into a corner. So cue her only weapon, the glaring.

“You’re no fun. I’d be a GREAT sugar baby.”

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