#breakthings

Dual Promo + splitter - ft. Jason Brody ( @breakthings ) & Vaas Montenegro ( @cultesdesghoules )

                    oh   for   the   creators   sake       his head rolled to watch the elder  ,  brows pinching at the middle.        [  is  this  how  bad  he  was  when  the  mark  rang  him  like  a  rag .].       tongue rolling harshly against the roof of his mouth releasing a loud   click    the beast clawed at walls to escape   ,   to show   this   alpha what it was really like to rule.        ──       he took those steps closer   ,   and  not  at  all  warily.       he wanted him pissed   ,   he wanted to test those rocky waters.       TO SEE HIM SNAP.       matt had been a pain at his side since the moment he met him.       [ it was only right to return the favor. ].         now stood   ,   two alpha's.       one just slightly hovered the other  ,  him.       his fangs bearing   ,   head falling to a tilt as he gave the threat a   smirk       ‘  or you'll what matthew   ?    i can't die   ,   i'm immoral  ,  so what exactly    ARE  YOU  GOING  TO  DO  ,  TO ME ? ’

   ⎯  ✖  ♡  morning  after  starters  (  accepting  )

“  i thought you left.  ” - @breakthings

        Jason  in  spite  of  his  struggles  –  was  a  good  boyfriend.  Not  that  the  former  gun-for-hire,  had  many  successful  relationships  before  him.  Her  upbringing  didn’t  exactly  allow  for  child  hood  sweet  hearts.  Both  of  them  had  their  traumas  –  their  moments.    He  loved  her  –  and  took  care  of  her,  and  she  in  turn  love  and  took  care  of  them.  Most  importantly  –  they  understood  one  another.  There  was  a  comfort  in  that  far  greater  than  most  could  even  fathom.  Indonesia  had  left  a  mark  on  them  both.

        “Outdoor  yoga  was  cancelled  because  of  the  rain.”  Momentarily  there  was  a  pout  on  her  lips  –  which  blossomed  into  a  wide  smile.  “That  just  means  you  are  stuck  with  me.”  In  nothing  but  an  oversized  Wire  band  t-shirt  –  she  jumps  into  the  bed.  On  her  hands  and  knees  she  crawled  on  top  of  him.  Long  blonde  hair  fell  around  them  like  a  blanket,  as  she  leaned  downward  and  captured  his  lips  with  her  own.  “Your  up  early  –  So  what  do  you  want  for  breakfast?  Coffee?  Tea?  Or  Me?”  She  giggled,  and  she  nuzzled  her  nose  against  his.

@breakthings said: ❝ don’t make me tell you again. ❞ Jason @ Hoyt

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Everytime Hoyt seemed to like the boy in blue, he went and did shit like this. Which, at first, was amusing; like his own personal reality TV show set entirely within the confines of his islands. But now it was becoming tiresome and boring. Unoriginal. Like everyone else on this God forsaken heap of privacy known as Rook, he was falling into a set pattern of actions and words. How sad.

He took his time to light his burnt out cigar, brows arching as he took a drag and considered its flavour. It wasn't one of those he usually had, and he found himself quite enjoying the new flavour. He looked to Jason after contemplating his treat, fixing The Warrior with a briefly silent look before he gestured his way in a small cloud of smoke.

"I like you, Jason!" He began enthusiastically, voice dripping with that unnearable sense of ' I'm better than you ' . "Really, I do. You remind me of someone I know from across the pond," He paused again, but this time realised that he wasn't here for a game of verbal tennis.

Very well.

Vaas had the nose of a purebred bloodhound. Either that, or he was crazy beyond comprehension. Or both. Not only was he a master huntsman and tracker, but he was also frighteningly patient, biding his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike, always aiming for the kill. And with every single one, with every single notch in his belt, there came a childish sense of joy, elated in all the brutalistic ways there were to tear someone down. If the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over again, could Vaas say he was sane with the loophole of there being so many methods at his disposal? As much fun as the current hunt was, however, it was also infuriating. No, not infuriating. Vaas wouldn’t say that. He’d say it was pissing him off. Conveniently, he’d leave out why it angered him that much: envy. Envy that Jason was so privileged, so lucky to have someone who would go to the ends of the earth for him (unlike that manipulative bitch Citra), yet he wanted to… to what, exactly? That, Vaas never knew, and the more Jason slipped from his grasp, the more his rage grew. ❝ You motherfucker… ❞ Vaas growled, turning on one of his men. He’d been told they’d found a trail, yet now it proved fruitless, leading them to a dead end. ❝ You waste my time, you waste everybody’s time, and that fucking colonizer prick is still fucking skipping his merry way through my jungle. And why is that, eh? ❞ As the grunt fumbled with his words, Vaas had casually unholstered his handgun, planning to make an example of him in front of the surrounding crew. ❝ Because of y— ❞ A nearby rustling interrupted the punishment. Swiveling in the direction where the sound came from, he grinned, teeth bared. Vaas knew all the fauna of the islands like the back of his hand, knew their habits, their scents, their sounds, their tracks. And just like he could tell all the familiarities of his homeland, he could also tell when something foreign had trespassed. This was entirely human. As if on cue, Jason showed himself before turning tail, running deeper into the overgrowth of the jungle, with Vaas’ laughter trailing behind him. The hunt began. ❝ Hermano, why’re you running? Huh? WHY ARE YOU FUCKING RUNNING?! ❞ Cackles and yells resounded from his men as they followed suit. Fueled entirely by bloodlust, Vaas never slowed down, nor did he ever tire, continuously gaining on the outsider who didn’t know the chaos of the island as well as he did. As the sun drew down, Jason entered his field of vision once more, and gleefully Vaas barked and howled like a wild animal to instill fear, to warn the other that he was closing in. ❝ Jaaasoon… What’s the matter, Jason? ❞ The dread Jason felt was palpable, acrid and heavy in the air. Closer, closer, Vaas could hear him breathing, could smell his sweat, could taste his fright. A hand shot forward, fingers tightly wounding in the back of Jason’s hair as a swift kick landed in the back of a knee. ❝ You fucking little bitch. I asked you a question… ❞ Words trailed off into a hyena’s cackle. ❝ WHAT’S THE MATTER, JAAASON?! ❞

@breakthings​ rolled the dice ;; [ text ] what the hell happened? ( from robbie! ) ›» ( text prompts.)

[📱 — robbie ] i think you need to be more specific  [📱 — robbie ] because A LOT has happened

❛     you WILL talk to me about it one day, won’t you?   ❜   a divine thing, she is PATIENT. she may wait & wait & wait. if need be, she’ll wait centuries ( but they are not immortal. she may be divine, but she is not immortal. neither is he. they’re both human. oh so human. ), but she wants to know if she should wait, at all.  a pause.  ❛     about everything, i mean.   ❜   she adds on, turning soft eyes unto marcus & an even SOFTER smile.

KNUCKLES  CLASHED  AGAINST  HIS  JAW  in a ferocious punch  .  All  weight  &  strength  given  into  it  would  be  enough  to  force  Marcus  to  the  ground  .  Bianca’s  breathing  was  all  ragged  ,  tearing  up  her  throat  as  her  own  jaw  was  clenched  .  Her  instinct  was  to  continue  ,  the  beast  within  her  began  to  show  .  Her  eyes  were  red  and  nostrils  all  flared  up  in  anger    ---    and  suddenly  ,  a  kick  was  delivered  to  his  stomach  ,  between  his  ribs  .      ❝     You  disgust  me  !     ❞