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        The younger Petrov scoffed, nearly letting the nuisance slip from his grasp in tandem. “I was going to throw it in the river. Besides, I’ve already eaten today.” How he would have loved delving into detail about the pretty little redhead he found so amusing just before ending her life. “Now there’s a thought that crossed both of our minds, brother. Dare I say we’re more in sync than ever?”

          (  @vincepetrov.  )

        “It ran over my foot,” Ivan held the small child by its leg, head dangling dangerously close over the pavement below. “Then it threw a pebble at me. I tried to look for the mother, but she’s nowhere to be found. You have some terrible luck, you know that?” He spoke directly to the child, the wailing it let out doing nothing to deter Ivan from his actions of rage.

“Keyword minor doesn’t hold much appeal, but that’s likely the most we could get away with in this town without landing ourselves a stake in the heart.” The amount of hunters present was nothing short of overwhelming, it set off about twenty red flags in his mind every time he set a foot out into the open— though Ivan was never one for caring much about the danger he was in. “The latter, clearly. You’ve lost your touch.” If he’d said it once he’d said it a thousand times. “Why haven’t you left then? I’m curious.”

“What? No.” She scrutinized him after the words left his lips, and probably what was the dumbest question she’d been asked all day. “Mhm, tell that to someone who’ll believe you. Because I don’t want to go into the city, what makes you think I’d survive any longer there than I would here?” She couldn’t control herself even in the small town, when seeing more than a handful of people a day took some sort of effort on her part, let alone a bustling city with hundreds of thousands of people at every street corner. “Stop giving me bad ideas.”

( “Have you not learnt by now that making people uncomfortable is among one of my favorite things to do. Annoying you also makes the top five. Just below feeding from pretty blondes whilst they plan their weddings.” ) 

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I would give anything to see you in a box right now buried two hundred feet beneath a solid layer of concrete. D’you understand that? Seriously, like, are you comprehending how much I don’t wanna even fuckin’ look at you right now?”

                  “Okay — consider it accepted I guess. So this is your, I’m busy chaos kinda deal? Uh — nah, its nice in here and warm because of all the hair and everything.”

It shut her up, quickly. She didn’t have a plan, just a poorly timed attempt at pushing Vince out once again, at finding a reason to not need him. He’d left.— again, and it might have hurt even more than the first time. To protect you. Aurelia couldn’t voice how tired of that excuse she was anymore, and though he’d yet to say as much; she was well and truly aware of why he’d left in the same breath Noah Carmikael had. It simply caught in her throat and drew out a long pause behind a exhausting sigh where argument might have been months before hand. No longer did she have it in her, to fight him on anything try as she might have. “Why? Because you don’t want to think about it?” She asked quietly, a near defeated tone filled her lungs like water, “Why don’t you want me to say shit like that? Because it hurts? Because you don’t want to think about it? You should have thought about that before you came back.” It cut like a raw diamond through flesh, and she might never have meant something she’d said less than this. “I’m just collateral.” It sprung something akin to pain in her chest, a sinking feeling that left her eyes to blink away at the prickled heat that itched. “I’m just enough to be used and abused as some kind of … weapon. You stay when you feel like it, and you leave just as quickly. I matter when you know losing me will hurt, but other than that it’s too easy for you to leave and claim you’re protecting me. Look where it got me, Vince.” It broke the early morning silence like a shotgun, the small human biting back on her tongue until she swore she tasted blood, eyelids clenching tightly as she tore them from his form on her doorstep. “I need you to leave.” It didn’t sound as confident as she’d hoped, but she’d try over and over until it stuck. “I need.. – Please just go. Just go and don’t come back.” Her heart hammered against her chest with every strained lie. What she wanted and what she needed were one in the same, but Vince made it all too difficult to ask for such a thing as she once had, wrapped in the jacket he wore in the backseat of her car. 

“Only if I’m trying to attract more of myself. Isn’t that the whole opposites attract thing? Like, I need someone the complete opposite of me and that’ll be some magical experience. Someone tall—- and dirty… like you. Your blood would probably be good if you weren’t dead, too.”

“Okay, bugs. I don’t know, give me a few more hundred years and I might consider it. Oh bullshit, you deserve everything coming your way, especially before ten in the morning. Don’t even try and play the victim card, Vince.”

( “I really should have guessed you were still here. Are you not over this love sick puppy thing you have going on, Vince, Brother? It’s mildly embarrassing and does nothing for your reputation.” ) @vincepetrov

"I’m still tryin’ to figure out what the actual fuck made you believe I wanna talk to you, of all people, right now. What’s mildly embarrassing is your inability to take a fuckin’ hint.”

Sex:

Who is on top? - Lyssa....... We aren’t gonna talk about it.

Who is the one to instigate things? - Lyssa.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard (BECAUSE IT’S SHAMEFUL) | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Too fucking long. Haha get it?

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - No, Lyssa is greedy af.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 (shit’s hateful tbh) | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Vince, of course.

Who is the best man/men? - Ivan. He was forced to be there as a witness to sign papers and he hated it the whole time.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Whatever human pal she’s got rn.

Who did the most planning? - Neither, it was a courthouse thang.

Who stressed the most? - Vince because he had a surprise honeymoon planned after and wanted it to be perfect. #hopelessromantic

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 (elopement) | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. 

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - NOAH CARMIKAEL. But his bitch ass probably still showed up like Maleficent. 

“Brilliant game plan, Vince.” She said rather snidely, because even when Vince was gone, it could never be that simple, and any dissociation with him would never just stay that way. As if she needed that kind of complication. “It doesn’t matter. If he’s in then he’s in!” She threw her hands up in the air, solidifying how utterly tired of this she might have been. “There’s not a thing that you or I or anyone else can do about it if he’s already worked his way around getting into my house and I’m dead anyway.” It felt like acid in her throat and turned her stomach more than she’d thought it would at the thought of it. “.. I’m dead anyway.” It was hard to look past it, to not understand how completely fucked up it was to be in the middle of something this bizarre with her ex and a man that for lack of a better definition, was a total fucking psychopath. “Stop it..– Just stop, Vince. I’m not underestimating anything at all, I get it..– I get it okay, but what do you want me to do about it? Just let me worry about what I want to worry about, since nothing else in my life seems to be my own choice at the moment.”

“You know,” Christian shook his head adamantly, “I haven’t had a donut in a damn long time. By the time I get around to it, the deputies have usually eaten their weight and then some, I’d be lucky to get some of the powder left behind.” He reasoned that he didn’t really have a taste for them, which wasn’t wrong in the least. “Hard pass on the heroin too.”

                 “ — Because of the hair? I can’t help it, it just goes like this. I just don’t get it, you know? There has to be something better to do than destroy something just because. Or is it the just because that makes it —- I’m overthinking.”

“You hopped along the outskirts of town? You’re a fucking creeper, when exactly are you going to leave that poor girl alone to die? She’d be better off.”