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[text]: Your drunk naked friend is roaming the living room. Started roaming my room. Please come retrieve him
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RAISING A SWORD to a blood drenched warrior goes on the list of mediocre ideas. “ Listen lady, I get it. You got shit to do with this guy and he’s a bit of a scum bag. ” Real hand is held up, helplessly trying to keep a wolf from tearing at his jugular. “ But I need him. Not in the ‘ i wanna fuck him ’ way. In the ‘if i stab him and take his soul i get paid ’ way. Surely you can understand. ”
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SHE HAD KNOWN FROM THE START that she needed a guise if she was going to live forever. nobody appeared so GRAND and wealthy without a job that paid well -- & it had taken mara centuries to decide just what it was she wanted to spend her time doing as she mingled with the average human being. she’d searched her imagination for so many potential jobs -- lawyer, social worker, detective ... but all of them required intense training and none of them really appealed to her. WHICH IS WHAT LEAD HER TO STUDYING MYTHOLOGY AND FOLKLORE. it was a subject she was more than qualified in -- an object of greek mythology, a creature that most didn’t even believe existed. she had lived through storied of gods and GODDESSES. she had mingled with minotaurs, CYCLOPS, and the sphinx ... & now she was here, in the TWENTY FIRST century, a MAENAD guised as a professor of MYTHOLOGY, a woman with an office in a college, teaching a specialised subject to only those with minds open enough to believe in what she had to say.
it had been a research task she had been helping one of her students with that had LEAD her here ... in a bar, on her own, waiting for a WOMAN who went by the name valeriya. with a glass of wine in her hand, she watches the door, waiting for the woman to arrive. & as her gaze locates that of a DARK HAIRED BEAUTY, she rises from her seat, smile planted upon thin lips and a hand extending far too prematurely for the other to SHAKE. ❛ miss vasilyev -- thank you so much for meeting with me. i’m PROFESSOR damara romanos. we spoke on the phone. ❜
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impuriitate replied: rip me my wife, the poet.
i wish hubby, i wish :’))))))))))))))
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'' ( from alexei )
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AN INSTINCT IS what is is. a new one though. all the things that happened, all the things that threatened to happen and even the sole ideas of them happening changed her. there was fear more often than not and panic and thoughts caused by paranoia that she could never explain or suppress. so she readies herself for whatever is to come as soon as he’s too close, too suddenly eyes shut in an instant, no fighting back. perhaps, deep down she thinks she deserves some sort of punishment for all the words she’d spat at him. they were meant to hurt, but they were just. truthful. but then again, when did she ever hurt him by speaking her mind.
as soon as bodies collide ( stubborn & statuesque, the impact is hard, stealing her breath away ) lada’s mind starts screaming, flashes of warning red behind closed eyes. but an older instinct too rises to surface and hands clutch to broad chest. and then nothing. it takes a few more rugged breaths ( anger, frustration, fear. all boiling inside ! ) before she opens eyes and those those icey blue hues stare right back. she expected some sort of fight clearly so did he.
he might as well be the devil himself, though she knew no prayer would send him away. he was her shadow, always there, even especially when she did not want him to be there. like now. because despite all, despite the crude remarks, despite all that he’s done and all she fears he yet has to do, there was something intoxicating in his presence. and she doesn’t know whether the hairs on the back of her neck stand in attention because of the fear or the excitement that always followed, but still her gaze falls to the tempting line of lips. and of course he notices - she knows because the weight of him on her own chest becomes more insistent. she welcomes it. and there is no shame anymore, no reason either. only the shards of painful memories cutting at the flesh of her heart as she moves closer, brushing her lips against alexei’s own, eyes only briefly fluttering closed.
❝ i hate you. ❞ emotion claw their way out of her throat leaving it sore and dry. she repeats again & again and each time there is something more to her words. i hate that you do this to me. she wraps her legs around his waist. i hate the voices inside my head telling me you won’t change. that you’ll hurt me. she takes his hand, guides it up up up stopping only at her neck, inviting. i hate myself because i let you do all these things to me still. a feral growl follows. surely it is something more to be expected from valeriya, fierce and beautiful valeriya. what would she think? lada’s nails trace all the skin to be found, merciless, aching to leave marks, cause pain … for what physical pain could she cause him to balance out the pain leaving her gasping in her bed as she suffocates on memories? she could torture him for weeks and it would not be enough.
' Daddy's missed you, Kitten. ' He says with a devious grin; arms outstretched for her.
LANGUID MOTION SET arms to accept the gesture, hands trailing muscled limbs, but there was something about how her eyes avoided all contact until the very last second only when his nose was not more than an inch from her own face would she let him see her. the doubt, the accusation, the questions. a stark contrast to her body’s carnal motives, legs snaking higher up the man’s thighs, nails clawing at the back of alexei’s skull. ❝ i am no liar, daddy, so i won’t say i did not miss you… but you see, i’m still not quite sure TRUST is in place here. ❞ her gaze falls to his lips ( ever so tempting ! ) and parting her own, lada’s mouth moves forward, breath washing over skin. and like a snake she slips away from his arms just when their lips almost touch. ❝ there is always room for improvement when it comes to your behaviour, vasilyev. don’t think all is forgotten. ❞ she leaves him in the darkness of the room hanging. yet she deems herself merciful, just and kind so in the end, she lets oxygen to the fire of hope and out of nowhere as night still wraps itself around her form, a kiss on just the corner of his lips is his gift for the eve.
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“ WHY SHOULD we trust them? ” his head turns, facing his younger sibling. long fingers tug on gloves that hide his fingers, fingers that turn people to ROT.
REACHING OUT, she grasps her brother’s sleeve, linking their hands together. “ You’ll have to forgive him... He doesn’t trust anyone. Did you need help? ”
