#chaosvice

@chaosvice said:

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Someone is with them ( or it very might as well have been a hallucination ) , but he’s so tired , his vision is blurry , he can only internally panic. 

all my life - foo fighters

Calm down, don't you resist You've such a delicate wrist And if I give it a twist Something to hold when I lose my grip Will I find something in there To give me just what I need? Another reason to bleed One by one hidden up my sleeve One by one hidden up my sleeve Hey, don't let it go to waste, I love it but I hate the taste Weight keepin' me down

wo bist du - rammstein

I don't love you anymore Or less than you When you loved me When you still loved me Pretty girls are not pretty Warm hands are so cold All clocks stand still Laughing is no more healthy and soon... I'll look for you behind the light Where are you? Where are you? I don't want to be so lonely Where are you? Where are you?

brows furrow, as she quite simply stares at him. there's a profound hurt, & deep confusion in her eyes. that which reaches out to whatever humanity in chaos that could potentially catch it. that had the capacity, & the drive to meet it halfway. tongue pressing harmfully against her teeth, her breath is even. drawing in & out, as it pushes at her chest. anxiety rising. lips pursed just slightly outward. a slight flush of anger rounding out her tanned complexion.

"you're fucking kidding me, right?" eyes narrow in speech. disbelief associated with the action, causing arms to cross defensively over her chest. the hurt in her eyes becomes masked with anger, as if he wasn’t worthy of seeing her spirit bent in the first place. & perhaps she doesn’t fully understand. perhaps she’s letting assumptions spurred by anger guide the proverbial rocket. yet still, protective measures rise like mechanisms, re-building the holes in walls she's chosen to break down, for the other. once fading expectations fulfilled, in her mind. convenient? a reason she was searching for, to cling onto? that which affirms her suspicions? an out? only time will tell. but, the hurt is genuine. the care for chaos is genuine. which, is all that matters. it’s all that needs to matter. "so what, exactly?" she asks, hip jutting, as weight shifts. hands falling to her hips. "i'm just another one of your experiments, now?"

@chaosvice​: 💕  non-verbal. - accepting  « 💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss »

     HE IS A SPY, WRAPPED IN AN ENIGMA. He is a mercenary. He is a killer. He is a fighter-- but beneath a stoic façade, he is but a man. He is a lover. He is also an open book to those who take the time to learn its chapters. Despite all odds, it is Chaos who willingly reads the words lain before him-- caresses the pages with utmost care & handles the cover with tenderness that Spy did not deserve. 

     Lips meeting his own-- gentle, loving ( a luxury for a man of his nature ) & the personification of something short of perfection. Oh, how he can remain here ( let me stay here, just for a little longer ), in his lover’s embrace. He does not wish to pull away-- he cannot pull away. He could almost weep at the tenderness ( dry your eyes, it is out of character-- for the love of god, let him have this )

teeth clench & speckled nostrils flare in searing anger, as his inhuman hands worm their way around her upper arms. pinning her body against the wall of the lab. she feels suffocated - so what if above the surface is nothing but a battle to get out of the loop? a hail of bullets & mayhem. it's not always that way. & besides, she needs some air. initially she had plotted see if meowscles was still at her dad's yacht. always welcomed company, if she were honest. though it seemed chaos agent, had other plans.

"let go of me, you molten creep!" she's just angry. flared temper brought back an old insult she used to sling at chaos, though she knew it would snap harshly now. intensity in her eyes as she stares at what could be described as a face. struggling more-so than the moment he'd put hands on her, prompting a certain shock from the young woman. that which physically portrays a sadness in this, what she sees as a betrayal. "you don't get to dictate where i go." tears spring into her eyes even, as she pushes against his chest. no give where she expected it, a tiny sob leaves her lips as she gasps. "let go of me, or i swear to god i'll tell my dad about this." not to mention everything else they've done. & she was dead serious, in the moment. brows pinching in desperation.

@chaosvice​ said   "The last thing I want to do is cause problems... and after that my to-do list will be complete!"

“Weak.