𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧.

🙏  Is your muse religious? What do they believe in, if anything?

They were all back right where it all started. Her Viper friends always made it better at the end of the day. Vivienne was lucky to see this side of her beloved’s, Klara and Emilio. Now, here they were at a place where they could discuss without judgment amongst each other. Well, not that much judgment. She brought out her favorite wine glasses and a bottle to the patio, taking a seat on the cloud couch as she began the familiar motions of popping open their first bottle of the night. She poured the liquid into the three glasses with a cheeky grin on her face. Thankfully, Emiliano’s cooking skills were pulling through for the Viper queens before him. She slid over the glass to Klara and motioned Emilio to come over and join them quickly. “Let’s have a toast,” she mused lifting her glass. 

“To always winning, Суки,” she said, laughing. 

-

Walking down the path towards where he hoped his car was, Steve kept an eye out on their surroundings, always careful. At this point, he couldn’t be sure that they weren’t being followed, and now that he had Vivienne by his side, he didn’t want to risk anything. “Tilt? Even that sounds like a damned challenge.” He mused as they walked.

Relief washed over him when he finally spotted his car, fishing the keys out of his pocket. The sooner they could leave, the better, especially if the police was bound to show up at any moment. “It’d be amusing to see you hangry.” He couldn’t help but tease her. And while he was set on getting to safety as soon as possible,  his own stomach growled. “Fine. But no getting inside the restaurant or anything okay? And we gotta be fast before my face gets all distorted with that bruise.”

Steve’s presence was helping Vivienne’s nerves settle. While she wasn’t scared to face death, it was never a pleasant feeling being surrounded by it. She liked the lively side of life and tonight, while they celebrated their victory, there was still another death in Oceanside. The news would eventually ripple somehow. She just wondered what would come out of the room and who saw what. 

She was just glad she wasn’t alone right now after watching what happened in the past few hours. “Exactly, no one would dare,” she said and saw the vehicle in the distance. A part of her relieved since she was exhausted standing in her heels. Steve had it so easy. “I don’t think that’s a challenge you’d like to face, liefje,” she said to him with a shrug as she skipped over to his car. “Okay then! Let’s go, you turtle.”

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃   𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑    :      𝐑.      𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐙      &.       𝐕.       𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈

the events of the night had left him destroyed, brims pressed tightly together as he laid on the couch &. looked over at margarita who had been attending his wounds. hearing the incessant knock on the door, his housekeeper opening the door. he stands up &. sees the brunette still in her dress in the doorway, margarita looks at him &. he nods his head. ❝ vete a descansar , tranquila. yo me encargo . ❞ he says &. margarita takes her leave. 

turning to look at the brunette ❝ what’re you doing here vivienne, did you come to finish your dates job or did you just come to see that you’ve made a full out of me ? ❞ 

Vivienne’s breath was stopped short as she came face to face with the familiar growing figure. The fact he was standing before her gave her relief as a little breath of gratitude left her system. She stopped for a moment, wondering what her mother was thinking right now looking down at her. Vivienne wasn’t a religious person, more spiritual if anything. And she knew exactly what Zoe Janssen was thinking. She stood here and shook her head, a part of her wanted to just run into his arms. She approached him slowly with wide green eyes observing his injuries. “No me hagas esto más difícil,” she said to him and inched closer. 

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

status: open to all where: Z-form fitness

His body was still aching from the last argument he had with one of the Volkovs, yet Guasparre refused to show any kind of weakness. It wasn’t expected out of him, it wasn’t what he was raised to show, and so he did everything he could to pretend that he wasn’t all that much affected by it. People who needed to see it, saw just how much hatred he felt towards the Vipers and how much affection he had towards his own people who were affected, but that was just about it. So, naturally, it seemed almost obvious of him to go to the gym a few days after the disaster. Bruises were obvious on his otherwise tanned and fit body, yet he disregarded those, working his way through the punching bag to get the pent-up anger out.

“You might want to take a few steps back.” He warned a person who had approached him, as he continued to throw one punch after another. He was sweaty, he was exhausted, yet it felt like one of the few ways that he could get his energy out. “Wouldn’t want more accidental blood spilled in this town.”

After Vivienne indulged in pleasure and play, she was yearning to punch away yesterday’s problems. As she stepped into the familiar gym, she let out a huff as she mentally prepared to push herself beyond her limits per usual. Vivienne was a competitive person even towards herself at moments. And as she walked through the location to move onto her next set, the sound of his once familiar voice made the hairs on the back of her neck stand.  She had run into Rocco a few times already and it was only a matter of time before she ran into his father. An awkward grin across her features as she looked at him. “Yeah, let me just—“ she said, shuffling around him to the other punching bag. “–get out of your way, sir,” she finished her sentence. She hoped someway somehow she was just a mere memory erased from his brain.

-

Despite his question, Steve still looked the brunette over, even if they were surrounded by darkness. He knew there was no need to worry about her, yet even as she assured him, he still couldn’t help it. He had grown so close to her over the past few weeks, and knowing that she could’ve gotten hurt didn’t sit right with him. “Good. That’d be a national tragedy.” Steve joked along, wanting himself to lighten up the mood. His job was chaos and violence, yet this was an absolute next level, so he gladly followed her further away from ground zero, still very aware of their surroundings.

“I’ll drive you home.” he offered, no longer feeling even remotely drunk; the events had definitely sobered Steve up. “We’re not risking stopping by a restaurant, okay? It’s way too suspicious.”

Vivienne let out an amused chuckle as she heard him. She didn’t know if it was the lingering alcohol that remained in her body from the good time she was having before Isaak’s speech or the fact that Steve seemed kind of relieved to be with her. She was glad she could run away with him considering they were safe at the end of the night, for the most part. “My crown may tilt but it’ll never fall,” she said jokingly and laughed a little louder. Continuing to crack random branches under her feet as they made their way away from the scene. 

She nodded, until he seemed to protest her hunger. Her green eyes meeting his as she raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m going to get hangry, Steve,” she told him. “How about In-N-Out Burger?” She offered as a solution, as she skipped around in front of him. 

-

Wasting no time, Steve lead the two of them outdoors, away from the main chaos, away from any potential harm. Granted, neither was going to be safe until they were far, far away from here, but it was a start. Letting go of Vivienne’s hand, Steve looked around, keeing his eyes on their surroundings, all the while worrying about the friends he left behind. Were Ethan or Aeva going to be alright? He had met up with Skylar, but what if something bad was going to happen? What if something was to happen to Ryan? So many thoughts were going through his mind, but he had to push them all away and hope for the best.

“Fucking tell me about it.” He breathed out, letting the guard down for a moment, once he was sure that no one was coming their way. Starting to pace out of stress, he could feel the pain starting to set in his bones, on his cheek, but it was nothing too dramatic. It would’ve felt like another decent fight, another day at work, if it hadn’t been for everything that happened afterwards. “I’m fine.” He brushed it off. “You? Did anyone get to you?”

Vivienne let out a long sigh as she sniffled a little, rubbing her eyes. She cleared her throat, shaking it off and getting up from her cowered position. She didn’t have time to harp on what had just happened tonight. She cleared her throat, cracking her neck after having a little fight with a few Scorpions. They had put up a little bit, but didn’t stand a chance against Vivienne’s black belt and training. She looked up at him and nodded, “I’m fine. No one got this pretty face,” she lied to him and began walking farther from the scene. She looked at her phone and saw the time, ticking close to midnight. 

“I’m actually... fucking starving,” she admitted with a laugh as she ran her fingers through the tangled mess of her hair after everything she had been through tonight. 

After tonight’s events, she was a little shaken up. Not over the murder part, but more over the fact her mafia role had been exposed. She hoped no one remembered her face in the midst of the chaos of it all. Vivienne played a small role in the whole production and luckily, it seemed like it well to plan– not that she had exactly taken part in deciding anyways. She was just there to fulfill her duties, just like how she was raised to be. She obeyed because it was all she knew but she was smart. And she knew what she wanted. She wanted to know if he was okay despite it all. Just like he did her, she found out where the man stayed and rushed her way there after being dropped off at home by her date. Her car roared through the dark streets of Oceanside as she pulled up through the gate, getting out and running up the stairs still in her green dress from the night. No security? Even better.

Approaching the door, the brunette brought her fist to the frame and began banging on it. “Rafael!” She called out. “Are you here?” Vivienne yelled out.

with: @vronskiii

Chaos was all around them, and while Steve should have been thriving in it, he was lost. He was done with his task-and he hoped for the best- and once he had found Skylar and checked up on her, he was still panicking. There were so many people everywhere, blood everywhere, and his eyes wandered around in the crowd. He spotted Ethan- an innocent civilian, not really belonging there- among many others, yet soon enough, his eyes were fixed on his date for the night, Vivienne. She was just as involved in all of this as he was, yet he was genuinely happy to see that she was fine. Avoiding fights- getting people out of his way without getting too much back- he made his way over to Vivienne, quickly taking her hand to make sure she wouldn’t suddenly be pulled away from him. They had to stick close if they wanted to get out of this chaos before anyone unpleasant showed up. “Hey-” A small smile of relief appeared on his face before he looked around again, noise and shouting surrounding them. “-let’s get out of here. Now.”

As soon as she handed Max over to Diana, she made sure to keep any scrambling Scorpions in line. Yet as she watched Steve handle Rafael, she made sure to look away incase his time was up sooner than they both imagined. The sound of the bullets leaving Isaak’s gun and entering the brunette’s body was deafening. Vivienne shoving the stranger across the floor and turning around to find her way out of the chaos. She pushed past those she considered too slow for her groove and turned around as she felt his hand wrap around hers. A wave of relief exiting her body as she nodded up at him. She gripped his hand tighter, running away from the bloody scene left behind. As the sound of the ruckus faded away and they grew deeper out of Cressino Farm, she let out huffs of air as she caught her breath. She wasn’t the best runner in heels but she managed to keep them on the whole night. 

“Holy fucking shit...” the brunette groaned, standing against a tree, slowly crouching down as her heart pounded. “Are– are you okay?” She asked him as she buried her face in her hands. She was having a tough time trying to wrap her mind around what had happened. She had a brand to protect, after all.

   It was simply funny to him that she was nowhere near fearful of Giovanni. Then again, Vivienne didn’t know that his boyfriend was an assassin. “What do you think would happen if he sees you dancing with me?” he quietly asked, highly curious still, as he had always been, when it came to her and her fascinating train of thought.

   Hazel hues locked into her green ones, as if searching still for a semblance of the person he once loved, because the girl in front of him was someone he no longer recognised. “I know that. I think I do know that, but a part of me will always blame myself for it, no matter what you say.” It was what he did, despite her blatantly telling him there and then that it was all on her. “At this point, it doesn’t change anything anymore now, does it?”

Vivienne watched her Viper friends from across the floor, hoping none of them would bring this up. They had eyes everywhere and she knew eventually it would become a topic of discussion. One that she would not entertain or enable due to the pain that lingered behind the truth of it all. His question leaving an uneasy feeling in her stomach. “Nothing,” she said, emotionally distancing herself from the feelings she was experiencing. “It wouldn’t matter. You would never tell him who I am, anyways,” the coldness behind her words protecting herself. 

Looking back into his dark hues, his words were brutal but true. She was used to it, fortunately. She would find another time to cry about it. She swallowed the lump in her throat, nodding at his question. “Sometimes things are better left unsaid,” she muttered and let go of him as soon as the song ended. “It was nice knowing you, Rocco.”

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃   𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑    :      𝐑.      𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐙      &.       𝐕.       𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈

this could result with his head on a spike but then again is not like he was doing anything bad , or at least that’s what he told himself. vivienne was just someone who was here &. he was having a nice chat with her . yet he knew very well that this couldn’t work out , there’re were so many factors against them already, so he results to only thing he can do, talk to her. 

he feels her approach on his hand again &. for some reason ( a reason that would most likely have his head on a spike ) he liked it. he lets her touch console him in a way no one had been able to do it just yet . ❝ well, I’m glad that you have that confidence of nothing happening to you but regardless , be careful . ❞  he lets chocolate hues tear themselves from her so that he can take a look around &. then their back on her. ❝ tengo que mantenerme vivo si quiero it’s cita contigo, preciosa. ❞  rafael wasn’t one for cockiness but then again he always did get what he wanted but for some reason this time it was just some conquest. ❝ quieres salir a caminar un ratico  ? ❞ 

And the sound of the helicopter wing blades slapping as they approached their presence outside of the venue snapped her back into her reality. She had a job to do. A duty to fulfill. As much as she wanted to take his hand and run for the hills away from the events about to happen, she had made an oath. Her mother had made an oath. She had loyalty to them. Her green eyes widening at the metal machine landing and she placed a hand on his jaw, giving him a serious look. She knew this would mark something for their growing relationship, but the truth hurt.

“Look at me. Don’t fight back. Es para tu bien,” she told him over the deafening sound of the helicopter landing. “Please.”

》 VIVIENNE

As his date spoke with some of her friends, Max headed back to the bar to get another drink. While he waited some brunette seemed intent on chatting him up. Since it was a wedding he decided to oblige her in small talk, something that he often loathed and failed miserably at. “Sure. Can’t go wrong with an open bar and some dancing. Always a plus if the food is good too,” Max replied with an amicable smile. “Are you friends with the bride or groom?” He didn’t recall seeing the female before and knew she wasn’t a Scorpion. The bartender delivered his vodka tonic in front of him and Max thanked him. Glancing over at his date he noticed she was still caught up in conversation so Max figured he could sit at the bar a little longer.

The only reason she was here was because she needed to get her job done. It was painful acting like she was interested in what he had to say. At least he was responsive. She could give him that, since it seemed like many of the Scorpions had an attitude problem. “Did you try the dessert bar?” She asked him. “They have so many different options, I’m going to roll out of here,” she mused with a light chuckle and made eye contact with the familiar Viper bartender approaching them. They had their plan set since before the wedding took place, giving a small nod of approval as a smile overcame her features. “Can I have a pint grigio?” She ordered. 

“I’m friends with the both of them, ironically,” she lied. “And a lot of my friends are their friends,” she lied again, kind of. She saw some of the Vipers around the venue not acting too surprised at the crowd. “What about you? How are you lucky enough to be celebrating Julia and Gabe at Cressino Farm right now?”