#viciious

Oh, there he was! Nnoitra was glad to see him, a bright grin instantly appearing on his usually gloomy face. He held up a hand in greeting. It had been a good while since they last met up, and Nnoitra had more or less forgotten about him. That was, until he NEEDED him. That was what the missed calls were about.

Despite never glancing in Lir's general direction, Vil had become a master at knowing whenever a pair of eyes (or more) were on him — not in the way a certain recluse might convince themselves and wish to slink away into the depths of shadows looming down Nightraven's corridors to save themselves from prying eyes — but in a way of elegant authority and regality. Head remains high, eyes fixated on the task at hand, never wavering at what others might be thinking if they're looking in Vil's direction.

With the practiced ability to tell whether someone was watching him, Vil could know if they were eyes of envy or longing — or even something more than longing. Typical. Dismissing such wandering eyes, the Queen tucks a loose strand of hair behind his ear as he went ahead a few pages to review a session in his textbook as his peers jot their notes as best they can to keep up with the professor.

Exhaling softly followed by rolling his eyes, Vil doesn't acknowledge the compliment. "I heard your scores have begun to dwindle, especially after last week's pop quiz. If you're having difficulty in this next semester already, there's no shame in repeating a grade..."

the blacklist / accepting

" are . . . you upset with me ? " shanjie asks , tone quiet . lir has always been hard to read for him , he can never tell what the man is thinking and that unsettles him . shanjie cared little about how people thought of him , but when it came to people close him -- like LIR -- he cares A LOT . the last thing he wants is to upset them in whatever way . . .

“I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I’ve ever had.” // for violet !!

unprompted. || always accepting

─「ヴァイオレット」─  you're a weapon and weapons don't weep.

                THE BEAST OF BOUGAINVILLIA was exactly that. she was a living weapon and a proof of how far one could be pushed into becoming deadly enough to be called a weapon rather than a person. despite possessing an appearance of a young woman, those azure eyes had shown no emotions ever since she was brought up. she was raised, and taught to be nothing but a killing machine. a living, breathing tool for someone to use, and a BEAST to bring victory to her master. fight and kill. blood and ashes. war and sacrifices. that was all she knew. that was her entire life. one order after another. no question, no emotion, none.

                and here she was, the same beast, the WEAPON whose her collar was cut loose and she latched onto the person who freed her from the officials ready to dispose of her. bright blue eyes were no longer emotionless, however, as they sparkled with silent delight every time they landed upon HIM. perhaps, not unlike a puppy awaiting to be petted, to be praised, to be called.

                " i am who I am because of you. you are every reason, every hope, and every dream i've ever had. "

                and the SOLDIER stared at him, feeling the warmth of his hand against her cheek, feeling the warmth of his words seeping into her heart. each syllable registered itself into her mind, wrapping like vines so tightly and securely around the BEATING ORGAN in her left chest. and she stared at him with her eyes revealing everything words cannot.

                she looked at him like he was light, like he was hope in the darkness, like he was that silver-lining through the endless storm, like he was dawn that broke the dark, like he was EVERYTHING.

                and it was just that. it was truth. to violet, lir was her reason to live.

                shouldn't it be her who said those words to him ? shouldn't it be HER who told him just how much he meant to her, how she would be so willing to break every bones in her body just to keep him safe ? it should be like that, right ? her gloved hand slowly came over his own, gently pressing it closer to her cheek as she leaned into his touch, head turning so that she could nuzzle her lips into that the calloused palm that had been stained with blood countless of time. even so, she treated it like he was HOLY.

                lir ... lir ... lir ...

                " please don't go where i can't follow. " it was a plead, a confession, a pledge, a VOW, all in one. in that single sentence, it was clear how her whole existence was tied to this person, how her VERY sense of self was made up, and around, the man before her. nothing else mattered, no one else could come close. his existence in her life was so massive that she cannot comprehend GOING FORWARD without him.

                " no matter where the path you walk would lead, whether it leads to salvation, eternal paradise, or literal hell, i will follow you. i will follow you anywhere. " LOVE ... she knew this was love in its purest sense, in the sense that she would have loved him regardless of time, circumstances, or any change in the future. she clutched his hand a little tighter, then leaning forward just so she could rest her forehead to his. like a lost puppy, like a lost soul finally finding a home after wandering aimlessly for so long.

                " i never dream, never hope. i never have desire for anything ... except you. "

                " if a weapon, a war tool like myself can become someone's hope and dream, then it's all because of you. i owe it to you. because you taught me what love is, all the love i have in me is for you and you alone. "

                there was a change in him ( @v-iciious ) that was obvious to the one who had always stayed by his side.

                the time she had seen him became lesser and lesser, though the ex-soldier would never complain about it. the lives they both led even prior to their first meet shaped who they are now, and their pasts were exactly why their paths had crossed in that fateful night and the mission that should've ended her life as they knew it.

                the BEAST watched him from the corner, noting that inevitable change in his demeanor, the way his eyes were more fierce even when he wasn't reading the documents in hand. violet was never someone demanding of his presence or time ever since they were together, there was never once a complaint from her side. perhaps, the only thing that came to her mind was that of worry, of the hardened personality he began to adapt after he returned from work, if it could be called that.

                if it were the time before this, he would've noticed the subtle change in the BLONDE's demeanor. the way her lips parted as though she was trying to tell him something, yet decided against it. if it were before, he'd have inquired what was on her mind, or why her eyes were following him as though she was longing for his presence despite him still seated beside her. but those times were no more, not when sometimes it went weeks, or even more without them seeing each other.

                she didn't know what was on his mind anymore, nor did he know what was on hers.

                he was busy, that was what she kept telling herself. from days turned into weeks, of how she had never found the right time to speak to him about what was on her mind, and it was beginning to eat up at her. day after day, she would be lucky to get a glimpse of him returning home ( could their place still be called that ? )

                " lir. " the silence was BROKEN, and for some reasons, she noticed how the sound of his name became foreign to her tongue. since when did his name that used to be the very thing that calmed her down become something alien to her ? when was the last time she had called him by name ? she didn't know. bright azure hues were staring at him, hoping for a moment of his time but even the affectionate nickname he used to call her felt like a distant past, too. a wordless gaze was all she got from him, this time, but she had his attention.

                an envelop was presented to him, rather a peculiar way to communicate something. no other sound nor words were uttered until he took it, and only then would he notice it was not her handwriting, nor was it addressed to him. if anything, he wouldn't have recognized the HANDWRITING at all. it was, however, the content of the letter that would grab at his attention.

                a hand-written letter with no address. it could only mean one thing —

                — this was delivered to her in person.

                as he read it, the EX-SOLDIER stood there with mixed emotions. when she first read the letter, she could feel her heart pounding. should this news be received many years prior to this, then she would have leapt for joy and rushed to the person's side without any hesitation. yet, the fact that she was standing there, looking like she was torn between making the decision with her heart or her mind. it was a summon, or perhaps one could say a request and a plead ? but to violet, anything that person said would've been an order.

                so why was it that she was reluctant to follow ?

                " he's calling for me. " finally, her words were heard once more, and the man-made weapon was sure that he already finished reading the letter itself. lips thinned, and gloved digits curled inwardly, the matching ring she had on her finger gleamed dimly upon the light, mirroring the one he had on his own.

                i don't want to leave. i don't want to leave you, lir ...

                head lowered, and her hand came to caress the EMERALD BROOCH on her person. no matter what he said, no matter what was asked of her, if he simply said the word, she would follow. she was his tool, and he was her master. he was EVERYTHING — despite being unable to feel it with her prosthetic hands, she gripped the brooch tightly.

                after all, it was the man who gave it to her that wrote the letter.

                " lir — " idon'twanttogoidon'twanttogoidon'twanttogo.

                " — i have to go. to him. "