#beherits

❥    𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   . @beherits​​​  ✐  ―   your  mouth  is  open,  sound  is  coming  from  it.  this  is  never  good. // Ilya

❝    Funny.    ❞    An  unamused  scoff,  yet  irritation  remains  LOW;  it  does  little  to  deter  him.  Idiot.  Those  sounds  were  his  words  &&  they  were  ones  to  take  seriously,  less  he  make  a  true  enemy  of  him.    ❝    Keep  making  your  jokes,  IIya,  and  we’ll  see  where  that  gets  you.  Do  you  really  wish  to  try  my  pคtiēຖ¢ē.    ❞    The  man  leans  across  the  desk  separating  them,  his  frown  deepened  ━━━━  the  papers  shift  as  he  does,  &&  no  he  won’t  be  picking  them  up.  

                  ❝    Quite  the  COMEDIAN.  I  know  it  was  you.    ❞

Trying  to  make  a  fool  out  of  him,  &&  he  was  no  fool.  He  knew  there  was  no  Dixie  Rec  he’d  been  tasked  to  speak  with.  Met  by  stifled  laughter,  Aleksey’s  world  FLIPPED;  twisted.  He  felt  something  in  his  mind  snap.  And  so,  his  war  path  began  ━━━━  the  Fatuus  by  the  door,  who’d  overheard,  had  the  misfortune  of  being  in  the  wrong  place  at  the  wrong  time,  &&  who  dared  to  make  eye  contact  ...  their  fate  was  sealed.  

                A  GRUNT  &&  loud  thud  outside  the  building,  a  whimpered  cry,  before  Aleksey  entered;  leaving  the  man  hunched  over  with  arms  wrapped  around  his  stomach. 

                         ‘W-....  why-  ....  he  fucking-  ...  winded  me  ...  -  that..  prick...’

       ❝    There  was  no  Dixie  Rec,  IIya.  Do  not  try  and  make  a  mockery  of  me,  or  I  will  make  you  regret  it.    ❞    Leaning  further,  he’s  close  enough  now  that  his  breath  lingers,  the  gaze  behind  the  mask  RELENTLESS  and  unmoving.  Words  are  whispered,  deep,  low,  as  he  continues,  the  atmosphere  growing  more  unnerving  as  time  went  by.    

                           @beherits​    ⋮⋮    starter   call   ⤸   accepting ♡

CARING FOR SICK MUSES ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ █ ▌▌▌@beherits​.         accepting

‘ you look miserable. ’ ilya @ pantalone

REGRATOR  one corner to thin lips cants up / bares half a pointed canine. “hrrgh.” the ache in his eyes is but barely staved off by the palms ground into it. spectacles teeter on his knuckles, cling to the hair that lies in tangles around their temple tips.               “i am.”

     tenderness in the dark.

the ability to be vulnerable without the immediate consequence that translates trust into an advantage taken where it had not been offered. well, trust is a bit much. nonetheless. composure’s tightly wound control may ease just a touch.

“i don’t suppose in your time here you’ve picked up on some especially fast-acting cures for a headache?” despite everything, he’s never done well with the heat- & that was back in fontaine. liyue is... sweltering. it’s got a humidity to it that is frizzing dark hair & the brain it helps cook.          “or a particularly private pond to dunk myself in;     that would be something.”