𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓼𝓾𝓷

Maika Monroe & Bill Skarsgård in Villains (2019)

"  why  would  i  be  scared?  "  she  questions,  still  not  picking  up  on  the  actual  danger  she  was  in.

"  oh, you don't know the shit you're in at all, do you?  "  can't help the smirk that curls the corners of his lips as he steps in to close the space between them. " boss wants your head on a stick for the shit you pulled, princess. "

⠀⠀ ⠀as  he  looked  up,  a  flicker  of  of  interest  passed  over  his  often  detached  expression,  and  he  maintained  eye  contact  for  a  few  silent  moments.  ❝  gun  to  the  head,  ❞  he  said  simply,  tilting  his  head.  maybe  he  should've  been  asking  why  a  psychatrist  even  said  such  a  thing,  but  for  once,  he  actually  wanted  to  participate.  ❝  somewhere  nonescript  obviously.  the  gun  because  you  haven't  done  anything  wrong  to  me.  ❞

⠀⠀ ⠀there's clear amusement in michin's gaze at his choice of weapon, brain ticking over - time at the possibilities.  ❝  interesting.  ❞  femme states bluntly, pen beginning to jot some things down though they're not of any importance — just makes her look the part.  ❝  i have to say that's a little disappointing to hear,  ❞ the psychiatrist shrugs, nylon - clad leg crossing over the other as she sits back in her seat. ❝  aside from the fact that i've done nothing wrong, still such a violent way to die — messy too. did you not think of the clean up? would someone else normally do the dirty work for you, roman?  ❞

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"  just  do  it.  get  it  over  with.  "

"  well it's no fun if you don't at least act like you're scared.  "

rowan likes seeing his princess like this : guard ( slightly ) down, looking a little more undone than usual, not putting on a show - - one she’s been forced to perform in. it feels raw. it feels real. and if he weren’t already enamored by her, this would do him in. but, the jester has been shamelessly starry-eyed for catriona for ages. “oh, i most certainly did,” flashes a grin, “and it was up to me to lift their moods afterwards. does your father know how daunting of a task that is? to make a fool of myself so the men turned down by you won’t feel too humiliated?” in all reality, rowan didn’t mind. at least this way, he knew she hadn’t accepted a proposal. there’s a fond roll of his eyes and he steps closer. “you know…” rowan muses, brown eyes tracking her every feature, “you’re just as beautiful when you’re scowling. so, if you’re trying to get rid of me, princess, i fear it’s having the opposite effect.”

brows raise for a moment at his words, finding it somewhat amusing to know that he made a fool of himself just to spare the likes of the suitors that she has turned down. “so you are saying that you sacrificed yourself for the sake of their fragile egos?” maybe she's getting a little too comfortable in the jester's presence, she'd never speak like this in front of any other member of the court. “my father put you up to this? — interesting.” gaze lifts to watch him as he draws closer, though she stays seated without a second glance to notice the roll of his eyes to which she would have most definitely commented upon had she witnessed it. “so my beauty amuses you so much you wish to stay and gawk, is that your best attempt at a flirting line towards the princess, jester?” this time the choice of title might sound a little more derogatory than she means it to. “and are you aware that citizens have been sentenced to death for less?”

Abigail's eyes shifted back to him as he spoke and she could only raise her brows, shake her head in disapproval. "Shut up, Miles." She said. And then he had the guts to mention her again. Abigail scoffed and stepped closer to Miles, pointing her finger at him. "Oh my fucking god - are you seriously defending her too, now?" She questioned, head shaking another few times in disbelief. "You know, you're disgusting. I'm going to find each and every friend of yours here, and I'm going to make out with them. See how you like that."

Low chuckle rumbles in his chest as she attempts to silence him, hands lifting up in feigned surrender. "Defending? Who was defending?" Miles scoffs as she comes closer, hands still held up in the air — Ready to hold her back from him if he has to but then the next words call arms to fall back to their sides. A normal response would be jealousy, annoyance — That's exactly what she wants out of him, so he doesn't dare to give it. "How I'd like that?" His arms fold across his chest now, smirk playing on the corners of his mouth. "Most of my friends are girls so I say have at it, baby."

Tom liked that Kinya challenged him. He shook his head slowly and moved a hand up to Kinya's chin, gripping it to make it look at him. Then he started walking very slowly, guiding the other to the end of his bed until the other was standing at it. "Alright, that's it." Tom said with a little scoff and a shrug. "You want that annoying mouth stuffed? I'll give you something." He moved his hand down to the other's throat, pushing Kinya down to seat him on the bed. "Now, let me get on my seat properly then."

Gaze is fixed on the other as he grips his chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes. How is this actually working for him? Part of him usually expects to be slapped for the shit that comes out of his mouth. Kinya almost pauses when Tom seems like he's suddenly giving in, following suit. "Oh, you're serious?" Eyes widen at the hand suddenly at his throat, before he knows it he's on the bed, looking up at Tom with a smirk. "Well shit— You don't have to tell me twice." Smug as ever, Kinya shuffles on the bed before laying down, hands inviting the other to get on top of him.

" you're ahead, aren't you? " he yelled back as he took a turn down the other street. it meant he lost sight of her ... momentarily. then he would intersect her in just a moment. beat up converse hit the concrete as he pushed on and boom ... like expected she appeared and he reached out for you. arms wrapping around her body as he pulled her in. " gotcha. " mouth by the shell of her ear. " i thought you'd outsmart me. "

eyes roll as he yells out, refusing to shout back and give away her position. femme takes rest behind a tree to look behind her, seeing no sign of the other and thinking she'd won. begins walking again only to be whisked against nico's frame, short gasp choking her as hands immediately come up to press against his frame. " shit! " breathes out harshly, palm smacking against covered chest. " how did you even do that!? i swear i lost you. "

" so ... are you gonna tell me ?? " he presses when they remain quiet on the other end , watching them from the comfort of his well hidden post outside their window . " C'MOOONNN , don't leave me hangin' . thought we were having a nice chat . "

" is this how you attempt to get dates ? it's not a great angle . " femme scoffs all of a sudden, maybe a form of defence — perhaps survival skills kicking in as she begins locking every possible entrance of her home . " i'll tell you mine IF YOU TELL ME YOURS . "

"Yeah, we're not together but that doesn't mean you had to go and kiss her. You know I hate her. What the fuck?" Abigail was breathing so heavily, her eyes scanning through the crowd, blood boiling. "Fuck this - I'm going to fuck her up."

Takes a second to gather his thoughts, blinking at the other several times before he lets out a low chuckle. "Fuck her up? Well that doesn't seem very necessary now, does it?" His sudden calmness is a front, maybe partly because he knows it'll piss her off more. "Come on, Abs— Put the claws away, what are you even mad at her for?"

“You haven’t razzle dazzled me yet,” Aislin stated bluntly, folding her arms over her chest in an act of defense when he stood in front of her and seemed to try intimidating her, thankfully unsuccessful. “I need to like you more to actually do it, I’ll admit,” the young woman confessed, crimson hair falling into her face slightly as she looked away from the man. “In all truth, I’ve been trying to figure out why you dislike me, but I can’t recall wronging you unless it was somehow indirectly that I wouldn’t figure out. It upsets me not knowing in case you’re owed an apology,” she added, biting her lower lip slightly.

“Razzle dazzle? Did you drop right out of the 1920s? You're adorable.” Homme chuckles out half-heartedly, eyes rolling at her comment — Women's need to feel something towards people so unrealistic in his eyes — He's not exactly liked by many. “Not necessary, in fact, makes it more fun to hate me during it I'd say.” Kinya shrugs as he approaches her, eyes narrowing at sudden words though he still finds amusement within. “An apology?” He's usually the one to owe others one of those, maybe he could play into this for his own enjoyment. “I guess you have hurt my feelings a good few times.” Scoffs out as if remembering those certain times, stepping in closer to Aislin. “I could think of a million ways you could apologise though.”