@daevout asked : ❛ tell me . . . tell me you want me . ❜
this isn’t a game anymore or something that seemed like a fantasy . villanelle has fantasised about this moment for a long time and has just waited , patiently , for eve to reciprocate . they’re the same . two halves of the same whole . eve dare not deny her appetite once more .
villanelle presses eve against the wall , the blade in her hand poking against eve’s rib cage . mild terror is foreplay . villanelle sighs softly , pressing her body against eve’s . the fingers of her free hand pulls the hair tie from eve’s hair , flinging it across the floor . the assassin has always preferred her hair down . her pants for breath makes villanelle ecstatic , almost erratic . eve is villanelle’s own personal drug and she is in all the way . until the end . ─ tell me . . . tell me you want me ─ eve whispers . closing her eyes , villanelle rests her forehead on eve’s , fingers gripping the blade tightly . upon retrospection , their most vulnerable moments are nearly always followed by an injury . this time , it won’t be villanelle .
❛ oh eve . silly , silly eve . . . i have always wanted you . the only question is , do you want me too ? ❜ she does . villanelle has no doubt in her mind . her own ego won’t allow her to be wrong and if she is . . . bye bye eve .
