#definedinsanity

“At least your style for doing things is...Interesting among other words.”

None of the other words would necessarily be bad ones either, interesting just happened to be the first word that came to mind when she spoke. Speaking before thinking was a natural talent of hers anyway, often not giving real thought of what she spoke until it was out in the open and a conversation was started.

“I should clarify that I don’t mean that in a bad way of any sort either. Interesting is far better then being boring, in my opinion.”

Figured it was probably best to add that onto the sentence in case the first part sounded insulting, though nothing about her own posture would give any indication that she was trying to offend or start a fight of any kind. It was a moment of pure curiosity.

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Smoke filters through the air as he breathes it out slow. 

They’d been through the wringer lately. There had been news of Brody arriving on Hoyt’s island, slowly but surely causing FAR MORE ruckus than he had previously on Vaas’s territory. This caused a stir among the privateers; they spread out across all corners of the island, even leaking into the NORTHERN island. Hoyt believed Vaas dead and Hector missing. The hitman wanted to keep it that way.

The door swings open; with a loud bang, the privateer drops with a bullet clean through the skull. His arm falls back down to his side....and then he WINCES as teeth dig into the soft column on his throat. This caused Hector to focus ENTIRELY on the man in his lap.

Vaas’s hands knead into his shirt, knuckles taunt with the grip he had. He’s much smaller than Hector is himself, but he fits easily right on top of him. Vaas snickers into his throat, pressing featherlight kisses over the spot he bit, showing no signs of getting off him or stopping. And? Well, Hector didn’t mind that much.

@definedinsanity​ said: [ GAZE ] 👀👀👀 - right before the kissing begins, sender gazes at receiver's lips, then back up at their eyes, waiting for them to make a move or give confirmation.

mercy wondered what it was that had gotten her here. logic dictated that she should have handled all of this differently, and yet, when having been faced with the fact that she’d been taken against her will with absolutely no idea of what her fate was to be, the woman was strangely fucking nonchalant about it. but it was hard to care what was going to happen to her when she’d been through something like this multiple times before, and she already didn’t give a fuck about what happened to her at all. maybe that contributed to vaas taking something of a liking to her--at least, she assumed he liked her, seeing as how she hadn’t caught a bullet between the eyes, or that she hadn’t been sold off to some crazy fuck just yet. maybe it had been her behavior that earned her this much attention, seeing as how she was more than happy to hold a conversation with him rather than cry like the other sniveling captives she’d seen. perhaps it had been her humor, or her familiarity with violence, or the fact that she could be useful if afforded a chance to be. mercy didn’t know, but she planned on riding it out as best she could. it was only a matter of time before he grew tired of her and cast her aside. at least, she thought anyway.

funnily enough, though... she’d grown fond of her captor. maybe that was just stockholm syndrome talking, but mercy didn’t particularly give a fuck. vaas listened to her when she spoke, and sometimes that was hard to ask even of her crew back home in new york. and while, at first, her deference and attention she gave back to him had been out of necessity, as time passed, that had changed. he was a lot more intelligent than people seemed to give him credit for, at least from what she saw. most were just terrified of him, did what he said for fear of the consequences, and while that was justified, she still found there was more there than that. then again, mercy had a different perspective on all of this because of the way she’d grown up; most people weren’t introduced to violence like she was at such a young age, nor did most go on to run their very own crime syndicate like she had. so in a way, annoying as it was, she supposed she could understand why people would respond to him with sobs and pleas rather than taking the time to listen to the things that were coming out of his mouth. that was their fucking problem, though.

it was still a hard thing to wrap her head around though, the idea that someone could actually enjoy her presence. most people responded to her less than favorably, but mercy supposed she could understand why. she could be clumsy, awkward, and abrasive. she was rough around the edges with eyes that looked at you hard, having long since traded her softness for sharp edges. her mannerisms were gruff, her mouth off-putting, and her voice sounded like she gargled sand and shards of glass after knocking back a shot of bourbon that she took with a gravel chaser. the sound of it could grate after a while, she’d been told, along with her personality altogether. she was like breathing exhaust and the smell of gasoline; like rush hour traffic when you were two blocks away from home; like singed plastic and spent shell casings; like wet socks when the damp soaked into your sneakers during a rainy day. but with vaas it hadn’t felt like that. she’d made him laugh a few times even with her crass jokes that most others balked at, and hadn’t made her feel like such a monster when she’d talked about the things she’d done in her line of work. perhaps it was her mentioning those things that even bought her the time that she’d gotten so far, so he must have appreciated it or thought it would make her useful. whatever it was, she knew that... she liked it. that she liked him. 

god... how fucked up was she?

whatever. mercy would reflect on that some other time. at the moment, she was deep in some monologue about money laundering, since he’d asked what it entailed. and after passing a joint back and forth between them, she was sufficiently loaded enough to explain her process and what it would involve. before she could get too far into it, though, she saw that he wasn’t looking her in the eye anymore.

she must’ve been talking too much again. the woman wondered why he hadn’t told her as such, figuring he wouldn’t let her keep yammering on if he wasn’t interested, but her brows rose ever so slightly when she finally seemed to catch on to his intentions. all right. interesting, and certainly not unwelcomed. probably should have been, considering the circumstances that had brought her to this point and how messy this could all end up, but... ah, fuck it. not like she cared that fucking much anyway.

“somethin’ on yer mind, jefe?”

as much as she wanted to pretend like she could be coy, it just wasn’t mercy. she was too impulsive, too brazen, to behave like anything else. so with that, she reached out and gripped the front of his shirt, and pulled him in to crush her mouth against his. after all, he didn’t seem to be moving too quickly on his own with the way he was eyeing her like that.

hector:

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               Buck didn’t look pleased at all.

   Lips tense, eyebrows furrowed, the older man was clearly not a fan of people talking for him. Even more so when answering questions DIRECTED at him. Buck didn’t know why the Pirate lord had to stick his nose into his business anyway. Didn’t he had pirate-y things to do? What do pirates even do in their spare time?

   “Y’know I can speak for myself, mate.” Buck pointed out. As much as the Aussie loved to rile people up, Vaas was the exception. The guy was too damn unpredictable. And his little tantrums were not Buck’s idea of a fun time. 

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So fucking long to heal.

Patience, he’d tell himself, but patience is not what he needed. Brody was off at Hoyt’s island now, fucking everything up there. Which left Hector and Vaas stranded out on the northern island in the middle of the ENTIRE Rakyat. Vaas hasn’t woken up for awhile now, slumbering the infection he got away. 

Gun in his hands. Familiar. 

Almost comforting.

Door opens ahead of him. He takes aim and fires. BANG. Down in one hit, blood pooling from the new hole in the Rakyat’s head. Alarm from outside. His unwelcomed guest was not alone as they were las time. He reloads and stands his ground. Let them come to him. All lined up for a quick SLAUGHTER. 

Door kicks open. BANG. Another dead, spilling headfirst into the house and making a mess of the floor.  The other doesn’t come in. Footsteps outside signal that they were making a RUN FOR IT. 

“Nice shots, amigo.” Comes the weary voice beside him.

Rakyat were everywhere, collecting the bodies of the fallen pirates and BURNING THEM. He never really liked many of the people that Vaas employed but Carlos was one of the good guys and he didn’t see the man’s body ANYWHERE.  He kept to the shadows, overhearing that Jason’s body had already been moved, carried away back to  Citra’s temple to rejoice.

But Hector had something he needed to do.

Getting to the main compound was easy. None of the Rakyat paid attention to their surroundings, believing everyone was dead, so he bullied his way into the concrete building and slunk through the rooms until he found who he was looking for...

“Damn. He really got ya, didn’t he?”

He crouches beside the body of the pirate king, dragging a hand down his face. Jesus Christ. The wound in his chest was bloody and still warm. Hector laid a hand down on his chest, the other reaching for a pulse point on his neck, not quite sure what he was even expecting. But there was a beat. A tiny pulse against his fingertips and Hector almost LAUGHED out loud. “You lucky fucker.”  

He doesn’t hesitate to gather Vaas right up into his arms, swiftly taking the back exit to get the FUCK off this island. 

There were no plans to head to Hoyt. Hector came here on his own accord. Hoyt thought Vaas DEAD. As well as the Rakyat. First things first was to get the wound patched and stave off whatever SICKNESS might have been slathered on the knife that stabbed through him. Citra fought DIRTY and Vaas looked pale and sickly. 

“You’re gonna feel like SHIT when you wake up. But, at least you WILL.”