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& KNOWS BETTER.
❛ you’re thinking too HARD. ❜ the words are a drawl as he easily BLOCKS what, he supposes, was meant to be an attack of s o m e sort. it’s a nearly effortless dodge, one which HARDLY causes him any breath. ❛ you need to stop TRYING so hard and just do. if you THINK, the blows will get caught up in your mind, take too LONG to process. they’ll never land on me in time. ❜
❝ HMPF. ❞ the little sound of frustration slips her as fist is met with nothing but air, and the thin woman falters in her movements. lips are drawn tight, eyes squeezed shut briefly as she tries to clear her head just as instructed. she feels nineteen again, gaining bruises and embarassing herself as an amateur. but there are things haunting her mind, distracting. ❝ or maybe you’re just a ghost and that’s why my blow never lands. ❞ the blonde mutters loudly enough, stance ready, fist send flying. don’t think, don’t think.
#breakslaws#i. ( pure as a river: ic )#( it does!!!! thank you v much ~ u w u )#i. ( and justice for all: arc 001 )
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*drops down on one knee* will u sin with me
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& VALERIYA.
❝ SOMETIMES… ❞ heavily lilted utterance is the response to dulcet inquiry. vibrant mossy hues made all the brighter due to the dark circles beneath them. palms press to tiny thighs; she never had much shape compared to Lada’s own. boyish, petite: formless. raising the younger moves toward her girlfriend, ❝ YOU HELP— just in case that was another worry plaguing your mind, Lada. ❞ to lighten the tone, palm raised to tuck a silver strand behind Lada’s ear.
THE TOUCH, LIGHT and seemingly insignificant as it might have seemed, was welcomed. eyelids slid close and for just a moment that was all lada would ever need. ❝ that ... is a comforting thought. ❞ her own hand reaches to brush against riya’s a way to make sure she truly was there with her. ❝ you know that you can ask anything of me. and if i can help, i will. ❞
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& JONES.
❛ look, i’m sorry but — i don’t have time for this. ❜ case after case, no matter how many she solved ; malcolm just kept ‘em coming. if it wasn’t multiple voice mails, it was the uninvited DROP-BY. some more motivated clients even going so far as to find her at a bar.
❛ if it’s a case, you’ll have to wait for malcolm to schedule you in. ❜
HER MOUTH OPENS and closes, like a fish gasping for air. the mere thought of having to endure a single night more in a motel with gun in hand, panicking at every conspicious sound, made her throat tighten. a desperate step closer is taken ( she looks like death, did this woman encounter ghosts on daily business? )
❝ i can’t. they look, i’ll pay you DOUBLE the sum. this is important. i need to disappear. now. ❞
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& UNKNOWN.
❛ Y’SEEN A GHOST OR SOMETHIN’ ? if not, which is most likely the case, i’d appreciate if you’d stop staring. ❜
❝ I’VE SEEN ENOUGH ghosts for a lifetime. you’re not one. i do apologize if these make you think i was staring at you. ❞ not even the dark shades, however, could hide the bruises completely.
#adecie#( p ls <333 and thank you for the starter!!!! u w u )#i. ( pure as a river: ic )#i. ( and justice for all: arc 001 )
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& UNKNOWN.
❞ capability do not come with looks you actually seem very capable of a lot of things. ❞
❝ TRULY NOT ? i must’ve been lied to then! ❞ she flashes a brief grin, ❝ i suppose that does ruin the surprise. i quite liked everyone unsuspecting. the hardest punch always comes from the one you’d least expect to fight. ❞
#prophetstar#( meanwhile lada and her wisdoms here---- :')))))) )#i. ( pure as a river: ic )#i. ( and justice for all: arc 001 )
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#( ://///////// )#i. ( i wore your love like a cross and whispered my prayers into the crook of your neck: alexei & lada )#i. ( more sinner than saint: lust )
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impuriitate replied: rip me my wife, the poet.
i wish hubby, i wish :’))))))))))))))
#impuriitate#( if by that u mean: makes herself cry bc of otp feels then yes im def a poet :)))))))))))) )#i. ( hoe don't do it: ooc )
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'' ( from alexei )
meme. accepting. @impuriitate.
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.
#impuriitate#( hOLY FRICKING W OW )#i. ( answered call: ic )#i. ( i wore your love like a cross and whispered my prayers into the crook of your neck: alexei & lada )#i. ( and justice for all: arc 001 )
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Send '' to push and pin my muse down on their bed
#( ima work on drafts and in the meantime ;))))))))))))) )#i. ( something new for every night: memes )
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support ur local nerd ~
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justice. justice. justice.
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i met a lady in the meads, full beautiful— her hair was long, her foot was light, and her eyes were wild.
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