#anthanios

                    duncan was seeing red .      the color of fresh blood painted everywhere ,   heavily clinging to the tension between the two of them .   it was in the blood that dripped from his forehead to his unflinching eye .   it was the red on her garb that made her look like a walking altar for sacrifices .   it seemed to seep into the world outside their violent bubble .   in the conclusion of their useless fight ,   in the darkness of his dilapidated dwelling ,   they looked more like animals than humans .   well  -  oiled death machines hellbent on completing their assignments .   a crimson goddess and an emissary of death .   they could continue this pointless combat until they are wasted to nothing but open wounds and empty bullet casings .   they could kill each other and leave nothing but a river of blood in their wake .   would it be worth it ?   would that bring them satisfaction ?   duncan shifted in his stance and took a step closer .   the air grew heavier with every step .   would killing her make him sleep soundly at night ?

@anthanios​   sent   💔   and received a  kiss  to  give  up control .

                    duncan’s gun dropped to the floor in a loud   clank !   as he pulled her to him ,   lips connecting and not letting go .   people describe it like fire ,   and rightly so for he felt the burn as he felt her skin against him ,   but there was no romance in it .   no fireworks and no warmth .   instead ,   it came like a crashing icy wave .   the cold bite only made him want more .   he was exhausted .   expended .   hungry for something other than the shallow thrill offered by his job .   this was his surrender .   he let the kiss unravel him into her arms .   he let himself melt .   when he pulled away ,   his breaths came in labored heaves .   “   let us stop .   just stop .   ”

elektra could, reasonably, pick padme up and throw her over her shoulder…

make   pad   feel   smol

                    it is the nature of a predator to play with it’s prey .      a lethal cat and mouse game ,   where he shows them his claws and his hungry maw only to delay the final bite .   to give the sense of possible escape .   to make them feel like they have the power to turn the tables on the order of nature .   to give them a little glimmer of faith in their weakening grasp of their life .   duncan doesn’t smile ,   only stared at their burning eyes as they try to squirm and claw and attempt to fight back .   and unlike predator and prey in nature ,   there will be no satisfaction at this hunt and kill   --   only the thought of another job well done .   another tick on his list .  

                         soon ,   the predator would stop this silly game .   here comes the final bite .

          @anthanios​   sees them fighting someone !

                    he heard heels against the thick tiled floor and in the dimness of the room ,   she was just a red silhouette .   a slash of blood in the dark .   the game finally seized with the crack of breaking bones and their cry realizing they were not playing anymore .   here came the plea for help ,   for forgiveness .   alas ,   the maw still came in the form of his hands against two sides of their jaw ,   and the bite was the sound of their neck snapping grotesquely .   they fell limply to the ground .   duncan let her watch ,   let her listen .   and finally he smiles .   “   were you entertained ?   ”

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INTRIGUING IMPRESSION STARTERS . @anthanios​​​ : “ you know what ? i like you . ”

wolf’s  ears  aren’t  used  to  kindness ,   or  to  courtesy .       words  bred  from  such  are  rarely  heard  and  even  rarer  to  be  spoken  with  honesty ,       not  with  split  tongue  or  in  order  to  acquire  something  in  return .       wick  is  not  a  person .    an  omen  rather ,    someone  else’s  ill  intent  towards  another .       and  he’d  wondered  a  few  times  this  night  if  she  is  merely  such  a  tool  as  well .       or  if  her  soul  truly  enjoys  the  piercing  of  a  stranger’s  chest  with  her  silver  blades     -----     the  light  of  life  slowly  draining  from  dying  eyes .       what  a  shame ,       he  almost  thinks ,       that  acquaintances  in  their  line  of  work  can  hardly  ever  be  of  mutual  trust       (     or  to  be  enjoyed     )         but  fleeting  rather ,       empty  yet  sometimes  necessary .       with  the  threat  of  a  knife  in  the  back  a  constant  shadow  looming  over  both .