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[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

Aleksey  ,  at  all  times:    I  will  obtain  everything  and  when  I  do  you’ll  kneel  by  my  feet  or  I’ll  force  you  on  your  knees  (  shut  up  shut  the  fuck  up  I  hate  you-  )  I  only  wait  for  the  time  you’re  dying  and  reaching  for  aid  only  to  deliver  the  final  blow  myself  or  leave  you  to  rot  I  will  take   the  place  of  harbinger  and  from  there  I  will  only  ascend  to  my  destiny  in  this  world  or  I  will  do  so  by  force  unless  I  have  to  burn  the  entire  region  of  snezhnaya  down  with  me-

  Irritation kept beneath a mark, breaks. The grinding of his teeth isn't enough to SILENCE the raging inferno within, and how dare he even look his way. ɦɛ ֆɦօʊʟɖռ'ȶ ɮɛ ȶɦɛ 11ȶɦ. Anger, hate; the overgrowing DISGUST towards them all, swirling and tangling and enraging him, all transcended to the youngest harbinger. A hand shoots out, slamming against the wall beside his head.

But there is no recollection of his actions, no doubt, no fear; even in such defiance, he remains calm, as if squashing a bug in their dear harbinger's way.  ❝ A word of caution, to our .... more spritely Harbinger. You best learn to silence that tongue of yours.  ❞  He's close. Too close, but it's not STRANGE for him to invade the space of other's and, perhaps, it's Childe who makes him tick, who manages to break through his facade - who makes his very skin burn hot. ₮ⱧɆ ฿₳₦Ɇ ₮Ø ₮Ⱨł₴ ₩ØⱤⱠĐ.  

❝ 'Else someone might ... bite it off.❞  Never. Not to him. He will bow (under the mask of lies, upon lies, upon lies) but not to him. 

[he's PUSHING IT HE PUSHING IT and Yet no sanity in this boys brain and why does he always phrase things like this shut the fuck up]

AYAKS to be fair to aleksey... he has to be the most... intentionally intensely dramatic motherfucker that has ever tried to challenge him. the funniest fucking thing- does he know how obvious he is? sure, politicing isn't exactly- it's the fucking backbone of much of the fatui. there are those who can't be bothered with it, almost exclusively lower ranking. but... culling those who express a certain, ah, ambition. well, that'd just be a waste.

& besides... if they can make good on it? yeah, exactly.

so ayaks smiles, & it's not as fake as he'd have let it be. the fucker just keeps going. the entertainment value is honestly as good as the ignition of anger deep in his bones- both could have kept him nailed to the spot on their own. blinking slowly, lazily through the slits in the agent's red red mask. unable to keep his mouth from twisting, crooked, curved when it shouldn't be. this should be infuriating, but it's just kinda...

     don't usually like putting people in their place.

     aleksey doesn't seem to realise that he's making      the prospect uniquely satisfying.

　　THE LION'S DEN. WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING. How many other cliché titles suit them in this moment? His hand moves through her hair and she almost expects him to pull; he brushes his finger along her neck and goosebumps raise, anticipation of good and bad to come. The uncertainty fills the air, utterly combustible, whenever they, for some ungodly reason, choose to be alone together. Tem is both calm and not, just as Aleksey is both threatening and docile. Though his other hand isn't particularly tight around her, there's a possessive indication to it nonetheless.

❝  You  always  have  to  make  a  comment.  ❞  Frown  deepens,  but  that’s  as  far  as  his  animosity  goes.  Gaze  is  questioning,  thoughtful;  defiant.  She  really  thinks  she  can  tell  him  what  to  do?  How  cute.  Despicable  girl.  It’s  almost  comical  how  quick  to  offence  he  becomes;  it’s  unsettling,  how  fast  he  grasps  onto  it,  lets  it  drive  every  motive.  Weight  shifts,  leaning  across  to  move  above  her;  elbow  rests  aside  her  shoulder,  lips  lingering  near  the  throat  which  hands   refused  to  move  from.  

❝  If  you  want  me  to  let  you  go;  then  be  upfront  next  time.  ❞  Contradicting  prick. 

　　LOOKING AWAY IS USUALLY A SIGN OF FEAR. But for Tem, between them, it serves another purpose. Just to piss him offーto belittle him, in a way. More like allowing her gaze to wander than avoiding his. But right now, she stares right back at him, dark eyes cold and fixated on him in a glare. That doesn't mean there's the absence of fear; Tem does not feel safe around this man, but she also knows she has some hold over him, obvious in the way he begs in his own way for her to pay attention to him, in the possessive grip he has on her jaw.

　　Her back hits the wall and her pulse races, adrenaline rushing through her for a variety of reason. He's even more volatile than she is; in fact, he makes her look calm in comparison. Her skin prickles with the rush of hot and cold, anticipation but also the uncertainty, the fear, of what he just might do, even though it seems...obvious.