" 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭     ---     you got a look on your face that says i went and said something funny .     “     on deft fingers he turns the knife he cuts with into a more upright , and playfully threatening gesture .     “     did i ??     “ 

@leombres​​​ sent: "tell me, mr. redford: do you believe in the devil?" the man in white smiles, keeping his gun aimed directly at the other man's chest. however, his motions are calm / far too relaxed. he doesn't aim to kill the man, but give a message. "because i believe you know his face. please make this easy - i'd hate to ruin a handsome man in this way." (for dennis!)

you think you get used to having guns pointed at you,  but you don’t -- at least not completely, at least not within the body. as red stays still, inquietude prickles up his scalp, synapse to synapse, and attempts to rouse instinctual reactions: draw the colt and shoot the man between the eyes. or take his gun and shoot him with it. or take the plate on the table and toss it at them, or take the knife. it would take less than speaking, he reasons. it would take less than a blink to do any of those things. 

but something stops him. not the name drop -- he’s used to being known -- and not the poise with which the gun is held, which speaks of experience, of the possibility that getting shot would take less than a blink, too -- it is the smile, white like the man’s clothes and the scleras of those unreadable eyes, what makes him rethink his strategy. 

"     𝐡𝐞𝐲 .     "     and jacob heugh asks him next in the most simple of ways , with all the sincerity of a man half lulled by the muted drone of half sleep     ---    more a boy in the body’s curl , the softness of his graveled speak . he asks him , next , a peculiar thing to ask , for a man upon his back , un - bothered .     “     you still tryna kill me ??     “  

❝      -   —     loneliness        becomes     a          𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓      .   .   .      ,  

                                                         solitude           a              darling      sin    ,   ❞

                    life has finally colored the night ,      as the beasts of the underground started to gather for their little party .   they are only after one man .   an alligator in the guise of a businessman ,   who has taken thousands of lives without lifting a single hand .   a man who thinks himself a god .   although he didn’t come there for revenge   (   nobody hires him for revenge .   only to rid the world of it’s weeds and parasites .   )   he couldn’t help but expect satisfaction in this kill .   he truly fucking hate people who think they don’t walk on the same ground as other people on earth .

          @leombres​     said     ❛   this is pathetic ,   and fucking boring .   ❜

                    “   and you have no patience and ,   frankly ,   you are being arrogant .   ”   duncan replied with a bit of jest ,   shifting his gaze to the young man with him .   his partner ,   they have told him .   a talented young man with many successful kills under his belt .   when he spoke again ,   there was a ghost of a smile on his features .   “   people do stupid things due to their impatience ,   and a good mission is sometimes spoiled due to arrogance .   a good hunt is not only measured on the success of a kill ,   but also on the effectiveness of the chase .   this has to be a clean kill .   no spilling of innocent blood .   no unnecessary commotion .   we only have one target ,   understood ?   ”

     "     𝐡𝐞𝐲 ; 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 , 𝐜'𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐰     ---     "     his combatant is skilled , heugh learns this more and more with each time their paths converge upon one another be it in more subtle ways than in outright ferocity , and heugh likes that . he’s caught in places where he finds himself less armed , less secure , more frequently     ---     he’d be less charmed , if with each time he was more dead than the last . perhaps a persistent killer ?? waiting until the last of heugh’s reserves run themselves thin and parched ; what good came of it was that , and only this , that he found himself puffing just a bit less as the occasions came and went . ah , perhaps it was merely coincidence . there was always some interruption , someone realizing heugh’s absence or their squabbles attracting too much attention . it left him giddy . it left him feeling young , getting caught in the scraps , silliy thing that it was . maybe that’s why he giggles now in between pant after arid pant , slumped back against the wall as he waves off the clear victor .     “     at least let me get my gear , and make it a fair fight .     “