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Vera Claytorne and Philip Lombard, And Then There Were None…

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My entire body knows when we are together. It sighs, uncurls like a cat, reaches, and says, “Yes, finally, you are right here with him.”

Azra.T, Speaking is not enough (via natalieroleplays)

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get to know me: female characters [6/10] Vera Claythorne

“Three little soldier boys walking in a zoo; a big bear hugged one and then there were two.”

#✔ | cool customer { vera claythorne } #aaaaa i miss my girl

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His question rings in her ears, a low growl falling from her lips as he gives her bum a good grab. Vera’s mind is suddenly flooding with violent imagery, bruises along Philips tanned skin. Her hands dripping with blood. It almost frightens her, but she assures herself that the blood would never be his. It would belong to anyone who dared to cross them. 

❝I wouldn’t shoot you,❞ She husks suddenly, ❝I’d use my own hands for you, if it ever came to it.❞ 

It’s perverse and yet sentimental in it’s own grotesque way. She tries to not imagine wrapping her hands around his throat, but it comes despite her. He would be far too strong for that, however, she assures herself. And that idea, her not being able to kill him, shouldn’t make her moan -- but it does. 

She presses herself to him, impossibly closer. ❝How about we just shoot everyone? Kill them all, end it --❞ She whispers lowly with a whimper of desire.

And there’s the catalyst – her agreement is subtle yet enticing. Philip exhales hard, composure slowly losing out to lust. The feeling of her leg draping over him reminds him of their positions earlier in the evening and he suddenly wants her like that again. He wants her sitting astride him. He wants to push into her from behind, scraping his nails down her back.

Vera, Vera, Vera, he thinks with a smirk as he parts his lips against her jaw, finally kissing her. You’ll be the death of me.

❝How would you like to kill me?❞  Philip’s question is teasing, and he runs his hand over the silk of her backside, squeezing and groaning at the feel. ❝Surely a woman like you has thought about it.❞ He wants to hear her inner thoughts, the things that make them truly one in the same. The very thought turns him on immensely.

❝Instinct says you’ll shoot me,❞ he adds, nuzzling his nose against her cheek, close enough to her ear to purr into it. ❝Y’don’t strike me as the type to get your hands dirty.❞

#lxmbard #600 years later omg i'm so sorry #✍ | meaner than my demons. { au verse }

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Protective sentence starters

“I wont let anything happen to you.”

“Get behind me.”

“I would die for you.”

“I’ve got you.”

“I wont let them hurt you.”

“Tell me who hurt you.”

“Who did this to you? I’ll kill them!”

“I’m here for you, always.”

“Sit down, tell me what happened.”

“Take my hand, I got you.”

“C’mere, gimme a hug.”

#{ ask meme }

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rp partner: you okay with multiple thre- me:

#literally me #{ out of noose }

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send me a ship and i’ll tell you which one:

immediately begins to shimmy when maroon 5 comes on

wakes the other up at 3am demanding pancakes

sends the other unsolicited nudes

brags about knowing karate even though they never made it past yellow belt

comes to a complete halt outside bakeries/candy shops

blows sarcastic kisses after doing ridiculous shit 

killed the guy (also, which hid the body)

wears the least clothing around the house

has icky sentimental moments for no apparent reason

#{ ask meme }

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He presses her against him, skin pressed to skin, his heat radiating through the silk of her dress. A smirk is written across her lips as her head tilts back, gladly allowing him the access he desired. Her eyes scan the door he had held her against only hours ago. It feels like it’s been days since then, and she wanted more -- needed more. She curls her leg over his hip, a hand gripping his shoulder.

❝How will I kill you?❞ Vera whispers lowly, seductive. Her haze of lust clouds over once more. She has never felt his way before, never desired a man’s touch. Her sex life was passive at best, and that was long ago. Philip lit a fire inside her, both body and mind. 

He chuckles, the noise rumbling in his chest, matching her amusement. ❝I should feel glad about that, shouldn’t I?❞ His fingers dig in at her hip, pulling her closer, though they can’t get much closer than they already are. He can sense that need in her again, it’s the same feeling he read on her face as she stared across the hallway to him just before he entered her room the first time. The memory of himself pressing her up against the door and gliding his lips over her neck burns fresh in his mind and he can’t help but feel arousal settle itself in his abdomen. 

❝The only way we have a chance is if I’m believed to be dead,❞ he explains, pressing his nose against her hairline before running the fingers of his other hand over it, urging Vera to tilt her head back so he can have access to her jawline. He wants to get the coherent thoughts out of his head before they’re replaced with simple thoughts of her. ❝No one suspects a dead man to have motive.❞ 

#lxmbard #✍ | meaner than my demons. { au verse }

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Vera smirks in amusement, a smile tugging at her lips. She did trust him with her life, clearly, that much had not changed one bit. She didn’t think it ever would. It was ingrained in their new life, they were both changed. Drastically. Despite the occasional freak out and detachment on her part, all was almost stable. Never normal, not with them. They could never be. And that was perhaps the best part. 

A hum escapes her as he touches her leg once more, his mere touch brought her back down from her anger, her jealousy, her fear. She listens intently as he speaks, extremely surprised that he planned to let her in on the action. Philip rarely ever spoke of his business, and Vera learned to accept that eventually -- bandaging him and trying not to fret too much. She was a liability, she knew. A weakness of his. She actually giggles as he looks back to her, perhaps the happiest she’s ever seen him. She’s thrilled -- he trusts her, he know she can stand on her own. That she isn’t some meek damsel -- she’s a dangerous woman.

Her smile is sharp as a razor. “If they catch us we’ll hang.” Her eyes are lit, sparkling. “Mr. and Mrs. Lombard, side by side. Quite romantic.” She jokes darkly. They won’t get caught. They wouldn’t. Bumbling Americans with badges were no match for what they could do together. 

He laughs, loud against the wind whipping against the car, a genuine show of teeth. “You suppose you can trust me?” Philip asks, looking over to her stretched out in the passenger seat. “Darling, we both know you trust me with your life. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.”

It’s spoken light-heartedly, but something lurking beneath the surface makes the statement seem heavier than intended. If they were speaking in truth, Vera owed her life to Philip. Without him on that island, she would’ve fallen prey just like the rest of them. He doesn’t hold that over her head, though. He wanted to rescue her just as badly as he wanted to rescue himself. 

“I’ve been making connections, Vera,” he continued, his right hand going back to her thigh, curving along overheated skin. “Banks. That’s where all the money is these days… what little they’ve got left. You and I, we team up with these guys I’ve been talking to and go after some – small at first, until we get the hang of things.” Philip glances back at her again, raising an expectant eyebrow. He’s ecstatic about the opportunity and he can’t stop grinning; he wants her to be excited about it too. “What do you think?”

#lxmbard #✍ | this world will remember us. { bonnie & clyde au }

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ships that want to rule or burn the world together (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

ships that would fuck in blood and savor it (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

ships that devour each other (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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Maeve Dermody in episode one of Marcella

#✔ | cool customer { vera claythorne } #look @ this babe

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can you [ L O O K ] at me ?                                    look at me. can you [ S E E ] me ?                                    c a n  y o u  k n i t  m e  together ? or just tear me  a p a r t ?                                    touch me, t o u c h  m e. you’re supposed to reach inside me.                                    kiss me, k i s s  m e, k  i  s  s   m  e .   .   . just kiss me.                                    kiss me for REAL                                                                                                            please.

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#✎ | veraisms. { vera af }

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guys, if i ever end up publishing a crappy reply or one that just doesnt give you enough inspiration

tell me

please

and i will fix it and write you a better one

because sometimes i just kinda flop

please dont let my sometimes crappy writing ruin a thread

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She left for Cornwall in a week, spending the entire summer on it’s sandy beaches watching over a small boy. So naturally, she decides to go out before she leaves -- visiting a nice pub for a much needed drink or two. Her current job, watching over spoiled prepubescent girls in a private boarding school wore down her nerves, and she was relieved to be done until the fall.

She had worn her best dress even, a red cocktail dress that swayed just above her calves. Red lips to match. The woman is clearly aware of her own looks, and she isn’t waiting long on a barstool before she’s approached. She isn’t haughty, however, always smiling kindly at every suitor, handsome or not. Her smile was not forced with this particular gentleman.

 He was very handsome, and he knew it just as she knew. Cocking a brow slightly, she takes on a teasing tone with the stranger. “Regretted it for the rest of your life?” She asks sweetly, fully aware this was a line but flattered still. “I suppose you should buy me a drink, then, Irishman.”

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Eyes narrow in a manner that suggests their owner is attempting to counteract the poor lighting of the room as a scrutinizing look skates across the way. In actuality, the gaze is more predatory than anything. The owner of aforementioned eyes leans over to the man accompanying him, says something under his breath and allows a tiny smirk to pull at his lips.

Pushing himself away from the wall, Mitchell adjusts the jacket of the suit he’s wearing as he saunters toward the woman he’d been eyeing. She doesn’t appear to be with anyone which is both beneficial, but also somewhat disappointing. It’s a very minor hiccup in the game he’s become so accustomed to playing; barely even registered to him initially. Why would it?

As he reaches the woman, a smile plays on his lips. Charm turned up. “Pardon me Miss, but I couldn’t help noticing you,” he remarked, tone pitched low. “I had to approach you or I’d have regretted it.” It was horribly cliched and still wound up working in his favor time after time. He had no reason to believe things would be different in this particular instance.

#( sorry this took so long!! and sorry my html was screwy and I gave up lol ) #inxhuman #✍ | before the storm. { pre-canon }