#ft. viktor

featuring: @hcrrifying

“Kill Viktor. I’m mad at him. I’d do it with a spinning high kick but he wouldn’t be allowed to catch my ankle in his fist ‘cause it’d probably make me horny or something and this is, like, serious, angry business. In this universe I’m suddenly super strong so that’s all it’d take. I’d say ‘HA-YA!’ as I did it and everything. Demolished. Marry Leo in Vegas. Elvis impersonator officiate. We’re both drunk and we start making out in the aisle until we’re thrown out for public indecency. And fuck Dom ‘cause I think about it all the time, so.”

It was hard for most people, post prison, to integrate themselves back into society.

Meanwhile, Áine took to it like a fish to water, finding not much was different between the two only she was surprisingly more bored being free than she had been behind bars. It wasn't as if she lacked things to do, but her purpose had been put on hold by all her time away and she just wanted to get back to work.

In jail she'd managed to find a purpose and spend her time on that, but now that she was free she was struggling to find the thing that let her release all the little demons in her person that people truly did not want to see from her.

So, when she found out that the Crimson Monarch was out of town for a bit — she didn't really care what he was doing or what it meant that he wasn't there, just how it effected her — she had a little twitch of annoyance that was swallowed down hard.

What helped was that Viktor had been the one to deliver the news and, in fact, was in the position to tell her her next job without much delay. She supposed that was one reason that it was good that the Liddell family had such a stranglehold on this particular bit of business, but it was fine.

She liked Viktor.

Well, no, she nothinged Viktor, but she was on good terms with him and found it easier to be friendly than venomous on most days — not that he's immune to her bad moods and that she can't find some annoyance to sling his way on days when he's trying very hard to push buttons.

A knock on the door to an office she knew well was all that announced her before the door started to creep open beneath her hand; finally she spoke, "Viktor? Are you in here, darling?"

“Just five? God, it’s Sophie’s Choice. Um… Viktor, Leo, Zeke, Romy, and Juno, I guess? But you’re a total party pooper, for saying just five. That’s limiting. That’s against my rights.”

“Lux seems kind of iconic, in an effortless way. Consider my peace sign? Thrust up, in the air, foam finger style. Rose seems cool, too. Um… And Viktor, actually. We’ve always hung around each other – same shitty circles, or whatever – but I guess I don’t actually know them, that much, and they’re funny, so. A Jameson stamp of approval, bright red and across the forehead! Signed, sealed, delivered!”