icecoldwilliams

[icecoldwilliams]

There was something on the tip of her tongue. A rebuttal, commentary on the rebels pesky little habit of passing up chances. Swallowed with only a hmph it's dying breath, in favor of more... pressing matters.

Of frozen features tensing beneath the eye and a seemingly never-ending headache quite literally from hell.

❝No.. Thankfully if the big bad boss suspects anything, he's too preoccupied with his own delusions of grandeur to care.❞

Mornings entailed the usual hostility with coffee, afternoons lies sprinkled among boasts of prestige, evenings spent watching the globe fall from G-Corporations high-rise offices.. for once even she found the notion of so called 'power' remarkably.... dull.

❝When not plotting the worlds demise, he gets off on fooling himself into believing my sister is the epitome of skill...❞

As if lies could breach her skin. Obvious ones at that. All the devil knew how to do was showcase the number of his red flags no shrink alive could ever fix. — Living proof that the deranged always find each other... How bittersweet the irony tastes though when those words are considered by a woman cleaning her knife.

Cyan hued irises paused. Observing the possibly only sane Mishima's reflection within polished steel.

❝...Must've been nice, growing up blissfully ignorant of who shares your genes.❞

continued from — ✪

“Yes, that is one way to put it…”

The statement described both of their lives quite well, each with their own outcomes. It was alarming how a mere moment could alter one’s life so drastically; warp or nurture a mind, set them on an irreversible path. A number of consequences…

When asked which of the two best described his musings, Lars leaned back in his seat, broad shoulders lifting in a shrug, “Monologue. Haven’t had much luck prying when it comes to you.”

The result was usually the same anyway.

“One would hope that your new boss also isn’t the prying type?”

@icecoldwilliams

#⁺˚*𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓃𝓊𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒.*˚⁺ - Thread #|| Kaz won't allow a ceasefire in their insult war #|| Lee won't stop the barrage of flirting & annoyance #|| and Nina's hiding on top of Lars' fridge saying ''this house is a /f*cking nightmare/'' 😔 #teslagravity

[icecoldwilliams]

“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”  [ from kazuya! ]

In a world overcome by war, peace only survives in hidden nooks and crannies of life. In the seldom silence criminals like her could call an ally, growing rarer with every toppled city, march of JACKS and ignited pyromaniacs delight.

Embers replacing the stars even from the heights of the devils abode. Office windows the perfect viewpoint to the worlds demise.. and the devil himself expects her to savor each and every one while his endless barrage of taunts mucked up her ears.

❝Last I checked, entertaining you is not listed in my job description.❞

And it wouldn't be. Ever. But...what would be added to their contract was a little reciprocity clause:

Two hundred thousand additional yen, cash, for every insult, taunt, degrading comment and threat towards one Nina Williams. To be tallied and added to her final paycheck should Kazuya Mishima unfortunately survive all the turmoil he's caused.

Until then, her boss and his sparse commentary could slide off a glacial surface. An ice sculpture coated in apathy and carved with crossed arms. - Blistering, yet not shattering at the drop of a dime like a certain thorns temper.

❝We can chat once you're done hopelessly comparing me to her.❞

| @asteriskheart / @devilgene | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

#⁺˚*𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝑜 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹.*˚⁺ - Answers #|| Keep it up & pay up sir 💴💴💴 #|| This has been sitting in my inbox so long I'm pretty sure the meme it's from is so lost it has a search party looking for it #|| I'm so sorry bb!! 😭 #asteriskheart #devilgene

[icecoldwilliams]

𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑼𝑬𝑫 | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

Per the cliché: 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend. The friend of my enemy is my enemy.' – Yet a shared target in her line of work was the epitome of an at times literal double-edged sword. It was a scenario that reeked of unnecessary hurdles, competition.

Collateral damage present even with casualties seemingly plagued by naivety.

Sickeningly sweet contrasting a robust deep crimson, sipped in purposeful silence before it could spill ; Near polarizing fixed blues, a cocked brow, yet no ripples in the sea throughout vague threats and accusations tossed like stones.

Only a coy smile.

❝ You don't make a habit of threatening others, do you..? ❞

Jun Kazama. Environmental officer. Yakushima native. Syndicate intel dictated as mundane as her attire, yet WWWC honed observance intriguing to say the least. Capable of discerning a predator in the reeds, apparently sans the consequences of what happens when you get a little too close. ; of simple common sense.

What typically happens.. when you threaten the fatals cover.

❝Listen, the whole animal lover mission of yours is cute-❞ Idealistic to the extreme. Nevertheless, she now faced folded blood tainted hands, and even worse: An assassins intrigue. ❝-But tell me.. If Kazuya Mishima is so dangerous, what makes you think a little bird watcher like you can handle him, when right now you're not even sharp enough to realize how easily I could slip arsenic into your tea..?❞

| @lightflown | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

#⁺˚*𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓃𝓊𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒.*˚⁺ - Thread #⁺˚*𝐹𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓉*˚⁺ - 𝕋𝕎 #⁺˚*𝒮𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒜𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃*˚⁺ - T1 / T2 #|| I'm so sorry this took so long!! 😔🙏 #|| Take as long as you need to reply - I hope you're enjoying your break lovely! #lightflown

[icecoldwilliams]

Infamous red string of fate, more like a golden phantom noose wrapped around his neck, other end of the rope not strung upon a beam, but around cordiform ice. Tightening ; restricting with every increasingly cloying word that slipped past the vampires fangs.

Every inch her resolve dare slip, and the near groan from her lips.

– As the saying goes, 'Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results' while others claim 'Repetition is the mother of skill'. Well far be it her to entertain being motherly or follow any of the modern attributes of Luna. So let this be the last time the assassin turns to give him a certain look.

Judgement, dipped in indignation, coated in a tinge of warmth foreign to frigid pools. ❝Then you're a fool.❞ And she ran a hand through his soaked locks for good measure before exiting the shower. Briefly checking her reflection with another comment tossed his way. ❝Pity too... Staying in one place too long.. That's never been my style.❞

With that and a mirrored wink, Nina returned to their luxury abode. Making her way across the suite to her bag, looking for something to wear, turning on the tv as if this was a day that couldn't be filed under anything other than mundane. Even when the news broadcasted nothing but segments of an ensuing war.

Reports of the latest attacks, the leading players.

Jin Kazama, former Mishima Zaibatsu CEO. Heihachi Mishima, current CEO, presumed dead.

Nina Williams, de-facto CEO and assassin. – All MIA amidst the chaos.

Perhaps if there's one benefit to being underestimated and working in the shadows, it keeps your identity obscure. ; in most cases, it prevents your picture from being right alongside the rest on the screen.

Yet it doesn't keep azures from glancing over just to make sure.

The lion saw it all clear as day as he looked in her eyes, the shock that came from his actions, the way her mind for just a moment was at a loss, as if he had done something so unexpected it had left her lost and confused. But thats exactly what love did sometimes, a feeling that nether of them had truly felt until there meeting just under a week ago. He saw something else as she looked into his eyes, a want, a desire to let herself believe, to fall into him and let the ice melt fully for once, but just as quick as he saw it, that flame peaking through the blizzard, an avalanche hid it from view as she turned away. Normally he would give her space, let her take her time but that was exactly what they didnt have much of anymore, time. The vampire followed closely, one hand turning off the shower and the other grabbing a towel and putting it around her body as he began to dry her. “My job is not done yet, i have to properly take care of my queen by drying her and combing her hair~” He said with a kiss to the back of her head as he took his time drying her skin with the soft towel. As Dio began to dry her hair he spoke “I dont have a death wish, far from it, in all my time i have never felt such a strong desire to live. However after meeting you i have no desire to live in a world where i cant be a your side. My immortal life is only worth living if i have you with me.” As he finished drying her hair he tied the towel around her frame and gave her cheek a soft kiss. He wound not let her escape this, not allow her to hide her feelings. He knew how she felt, he knew this was no lie and even if she never reveals her name, even if he meets his fiery death once there game comes to an end he will make sure she admits it to herself, her true feelings for him.

#⁺˚*𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓃𝓊𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒.*˚⁺ - thread #⁺˚*𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓊𝓇𝓈.*˚⁺-𝕋𝕎: 𝕊𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 #⁺˚*𝑜𝒻 𝐿𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 & 𝒬𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃𝓈*˚⁺ - dioxnina #diotheworldus

[icecoldwilliams]

|| Sidenote: Honestly the fact that devil Nina will still utilize her martial arts skills like normal before she gets all cryomancy is so demeaning in a way

Her pride whether devil or not is 100% telling her she don't need it for you

#⁺˚*𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉?*˚⁺ - Random Thoughts #*˚⁺𝐼 𝒷𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹'𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎*˚⁺ - Verse Notes #⁺˚*𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝐿𝑜𝓈𝓉*˚⁺- 𝑨𝑼 #|| it's when you annoy her enough that you're getting turned into a soul flavored popsicle 🧊🧊🧊🧊🧊🧊 #|| you gotta earn that level of effort. #|| and then it's a double-edged sword bc you've just proven your soul is possibly heckin strong #|| run. #|| run and go take a peek at the headcanons I posted the other night if you haven't already thank you~~~

[icecoldwilliams]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 ( 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐋: 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑨 ) | ✲・*:✲・*:･･

As per the poll over on my hub (months ago, everyone say thanks life!), also bc my girls been through enough let her be unhinged : For more info on this verse, see: 𝟏, 𝟐, 𝟑

❄️ - Goes without saying, Nina wasn't naturally born with the devil gene like Kazuya, Jin, and presumably Kazumi. Her DNA was biologically altered to converge with Ogre's, so technically she contains a mutated and imperfect form of the devil gene. (For new lovelies, this verse is based off the old fandom belief that Ogre was the og origin of the gene & the theory that Heihachi spliced Nina's blood w Ogre's during her cryosleep) Bc of this, and oversight on those responsible for Heihachi's experiments part, her body isn't naturally accustomed to it's effects, let alone built to handle them. It's likely each full on devil episode she has takes a tremendous toll on her body and overall health. To what extent however, remains unknown. Due in part to her own stubborn insistence on hiding and pushing through any pain she goes through to the best of her ability, and also in part to how Nina rarely experiences her devil transformation in it's full capacity (y'know, with the wings and the horns and all that good stuff).

❄️ - Bc I'm a sucker for symbolism, Nina's devil form design contains a few hints towards her connection with Ogre. First and most noticeably the markings on her skin - this was not intended to match Devil Jin's design, but actually Ogre's newer Tekken mobile design ( which... tbh I like better than the jolly green giant I'm sorry not sorry 🙏). Hence why she's more covered in them than Jin. — Her sclera turning black upon transforming is another similarity she shares with Ogre as well, to name a couple.

❄️- Oh you know her devil concerns were a big part of why she agreed to help Jin in T6 in this verse. Not just in regards to her devil, but lowkey also bc... if the experiments done on her in regards to the super soldier project are what resulted in her mutated devil gene... you know who else likely has it 😔 She's full on team this gene needs to be exterminated, no matter what. (Not that that can't change per plot of course)

❄️ - Devil Nina probably has an affinity with snakes, bc of the whole.. snake arm thing Ogre had going on. – Yeah she can't do that. But she probably thinks they're pretty neat.

❄️ - No Nina does not remember what happens when her devil takes over. But she is smart enough to surmise the gist of what occurred and realign the jumbled broken pieces of memory and reality. She's grown accustomed to that over the years unfortunately.

❄️ - Devil Nina on the other hand recalls all. Just as she thrives on the emotions Nina's buried over the years, she thrives off of the buried memories tied to them as well. While Nina still struggles to remember parts of her past, you might find that her devil remembers some missing subconsciously buried pieces down to the finest details. And she'd probably love to chat about them too whenever she's in a good mood. Just makes the emotions keeping her around stronger, right? 🤷‍♀️

❄️ - Finally not official per-say, but a thought I've considered: Devil Nina may have her own version of Nina's evil mist attack, only the secret to hers doesn't lie in dissolvable capsules. Since she consumes souls like Ogre, her digestive system obviously isn't... normal. It could be possible it can somehow convert remnants of the souls she consumes into a poisonous vapor? (Still iffy on the idea, but throwing it out there anyway, let me know what you think?)

#*˚⁺𝐼 𝒷𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹'𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎*˚⁺ - Verse Notes #⁺˚*𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝒿𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔.*˚⁺ - Headcanons #⁺˚*𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝐿𝑜𝓈𝓉*˚⁺- 𝑨𝑼 #|| in regards to that last one - your bb's been rewatching too many subnautica playthroughs #|| sumthin sumthin the reminder of just how freakily aliens bodies could function + Ogre being an alien #|| so I'm telling you now that jolly green giant is /not/ real ;n; #long post tw

[icecoldwilliams]

"a moment is enough to change the direction of your life completely."

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 (𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈) | ✲・*

Report in hand and read. Personally, she still didn't know which her palette favored more : the way they traded blows like fond enemies, or philosophical musings like a parley.

It was almost sickeningly sweet how both could now thaw crests into the slightest curve.

❝And a barrage of them can be as fatal as a bullet.❞

A single sentence can lodge in a persons brain sans the intent. A traumatic event, whether split-second or hours long could completely shatter the psyche. Years of them could mold resiliency... or a tragedy.

And a productive night over drinks and contracts could lead to an unlikely ally, loitering around a rebel commanders office in her free time. – His desk a seat and sanctuary ; He the lesser of two irritants between him and arrogant adopted kin. The less... predictable.

Yet at times still pricking at her skin, threatening to bore.

❝Is this your way of trying to pry or monologue..?❞

| @teslagravity ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

#⁺˚*𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝑜 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹.*˚⁺ - Answers #|| thank you babes uvu 💜 #|| his space is her safe space from cruel Kaz & just Lee being Lee now - deal w it or keep your brothers in check sir. #teslagravity

[icecoldwilliams]

He who is solely immune to her silver split tongue had captured her heart ; The frozen artifice, right alongside her hands, pulled off guard into yet another saccharine meeting of crests and confusion. While he was possibly pulled tighter into her web.

Nina Williams, Mother of All Assassin's, top of her field. – Lies were akin to the cells making up her fabricated DNA. Her allure. Present from the moment she walked into his life. Every sweet nothing whispered in his ear, every touch, kiss.. Even each and every word from her lips...

All possibly a lie.

Why didn't he mind?

The Adonis hardly flinched, instead settling for what he seemed to do best: Stunning her. Practically shocking every thought from her brain. And for once the assassin froze, struggling to process this turn of events like a predator confused when it's typical fatality failed. – Only snapped out of her stupor by their own personal rain, growing fed up with their extended stay with every colder drop upon their skin.

Pulling away with now her turn to again do what she does best : Subterfuge.

Taking in crimson pools, she merely tsked before she could drown. ❝You really have a death wish...❞

Swift switched focus onto turning away and cleansing herself would be her life preserver. Keeping apathy afloat amidst a fought off hue threatening to overtake ivory.

It was no lie, his feelings were true, he was sure of this, more certain than anything else this love he felt for her was real as so were the words he had spoken to her. He watched as she turned the tables on him and began to wash his body with tender care, he melted at her touch and stayed quiet, what he did was enough of an answer, his heart belonged to her, now and forever, no matter what happened, even if madness overtook him and he escaped the consequences of there game Dio would never be free, always yearning for her and only her. Of course he would never leave like that, no force on this world or any other could stop him from being with his beloved, he might even find a way to beat death itself. He felt it, as her hands washed his neck, the cold hands of death, a future that might come to pass, his untimely end at the sands of the sun but in reality it be her, he would walk to his doom all to please her, all for the sake of her pride and give her the win…in this moment he realized something he had known all along but had hid from himself somehow, perhaps in his optimism or confidence in his victory but the truth is that if the worst came to pass…he would do it, gladly…he was hers. He knew her words were a ruse, he knew her feelings were as true as his and yet, he could feel the chill, for just an instant his body felt fear, a dreaded feeling he soon dispelled and silently cursed his own weakness for allowing this blasphemous doubt to poison his resolve. He loved her, nothing would change that. Completely unguarded he let out a submissive moan as she kissed his scar, he was her prey, a lion hunted by a larger and stronger lioness. Then the silence, the deafening silence as the water washed over them. In this moment he could feel it, the voice within the ice, the warning of what may come, what may happen if he breaks through. Would they truly be happy? or would this just bring pain to them both? He would give her an answer. he held her hand with the cloth, holding it tightly as he grabbed her other hand as well. They were in this together, no matter what came, what happened, this, this feeling they felt right now as Dio looked into her eyes, this was worth everything. “Thank you…mo shaol…” he kissed her, that was his answer. Even if she had been lying all along, even if she threw away this love and caused his death, this would never change in fact he would do it all again. For his love is boundless, deeper than that sea that trapped him for so long, higher than the sky they had danced together in and more true than death itself. What would she do with his answer?

#⁺˚*𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓃𝓊𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒.*˚⁺ - thread #⁺˚*𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓊𝓇𝓈.*˚⁺-𝕋𝕎: 𝕊𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 #⁺˚*𝑜𝒻 𝐿𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 & 𝒬𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃𝓈*˚⁺ - dioxnina #diotheworldus

[icecoldwilliams]

the story of a new name, pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from the story of a new name by elena ferrante.

you're always doing what you please.

you overdid it.

i'm the oldest. it's up to me.

sometimes i don't like you.

you diminish everything and everyone.

a moment is enough to change the direction of your life completely.

you're playing with fire.

do you think you can play with people's lives?

who are you putting on this show for?

i want to stay in bed with you all night and all day.

aren't we friends anymore?

one way or another, things are always found out.

my mother will kill me.

no mother has ever had a daughter like you.

you know how to wound. it's written in your face.

you really are a devil. but in a good way.

let the worst happen.

when i don't know, i pretend to know.

even pretending to know, one gradually learns.

you let yourself be manipulated like a puppet.

are you alright? please tell me, are you alright?

men are all made of the same clay.

i will live for myself only.

suffering helps one grow.

if you have a way of finding out what's happening, let me know.

why should i worry about them when they don't care about me?

get in bed. don't tire yourself.

how quickly people change.

tell me how i can help you.

i think that beauty is a sham.

do what you have to do, but be careful.

i've always known you thought you were better than me.

remember who you are, and which side you're on.

how happy i am that you came to say goodbye.

am i allowed to know what you want?

all right, kill me. do what you want.

until it's done your way, you won't stop.

if you won't come, i'll stay here with you.

i've loved you since we were children.

if you don't want to suffer now, you'll suffer later.

those glasses really suit you.

i'm still here just for this.

even your voice has changed.

don't you give a damn about us anymore?

guess who i am.

you were destined for great things.

you were rude as a child, and you're rude now.

i don't want you. i don't like you.

you think you can do anything and take anything without regard.

infatuations have this good thing about them: after a while they pass.

you're right to be worried, i'm afraid.

i'm not supposed to have even a thought of my own.

you can't defend my good name. i don't have a good name.

everything is interesting if you know how to work on it.

you're behaving like your mother.

tell me what you want, and i'll give it to you.

what do you want at this hour?

you really are a piece of shit.

the weight of my life belongs to me.

are we engaged?

i have no feelings. i'm like this wall or that table.

you keep saying it, so it must be true.

we mustn't lose each other anymore.

what have you done to yourself?

you're a pain in the ass.

#⁺˚*𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒*˚⁺ - Memes

[icecoldwilliams]

|| If you say: "Nina is a bitch and a terrible mother because of her traumatic upbringing and all the trauma that came after." Yes. That is valid. I like you.

But in comparison if you say: "Nina is just a bitch and a terrible mother." I will smite you. 🙃

#⁺˚*𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓅 𝒶𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒.*˚⁺ - OOC Post #⁺˚*𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉?*˚⁺ - Random Thoughts #|| whether a year later or twenty this doesn't change 💅

[icecoldwilliams]

𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑼𝑬𝑫 | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

Hostility was a shadow tracing the callous' path everywhere around this cursed globe. The ill will latched to each step, the soles of designer heels. – Apparently so potent as to even taint a sanctums holy floors, and string a patrol of plague masks and their pistols high to a cross brace.

New leader and all, playing a role so familiar ; so malleable, if Nina didn't know better, she might think the archers were trying to make her feel right at home.

❝Third time's the charm.❞ Now it was apathy's turn. Imbedded in the thin line of coquette lips, the momentary listless raise of her hands that accompanied a subtle shrug, and near dancing atop similar azures. – Glacier capped ; Analyzing, mocking, but opposing the others depth.

Cyanic cyanide.

❝I see the Sirius Marksmen waste no time adjusting their ranks... While I respect your diligence, despite what a certain exorcist may have told you, typically I'm only someone's problem when under contract.❞ Fingers flexed, revealing for once not even a trace outline of hidden weapons beneath her glove or jacket sleeves.

No scorpion to pierce yet another under Orion.

❝So unless you know of something I don't....❞

| @soverina | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

#⁺˚*𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓃𝓊𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒.*˚⁺ - thread #|| I am so so so sorry this took me so long lovely - thank you so much for your patience 🙏💜 #soverina

[icecoldwilliams]

'Honest, genuine and heartfelt'... to a woman as lithe as a serpent to anyone who sought to keep her close. Whose exhausted mind twists and maneuvers around his sentimental curse as if her life, her sanity, depended on it. – Processing his words like a broken scratched up record at the whims of wicked denial, skipping, some parts repeating through her ears. All while only sultry whispers danced from her curved lips.

❝How sweet you lie...❞

Who else but a snake charmer, a soothe sayer, a devilish vampire could go toe-to-toe so profoundly with a viper herself? Who else could match a ivory form, silver tongue, and fatal touch. Slipping from his embrace all to gift his skin with body wash and an accompanying cloth. — Chiseled arms, thighs, and abdomen. Pectorals. All cleansed. All skin merely an obstacle to an immortal heart. ❝But if there's one thing you're right about.. I wouldn't be so sure your heart isn't mine.❞

With that, her task lingered upwards. Collarbone next to be washed by one pair of hands, as the specter of another reached to brush his throat with every word from his Goddess. His cold mistress. Dealing him a double dose of the hands of death sans barely raising a finger.

Sans tomorrows sunrise.

❝It's what I do, love... I coil around hearts like prey... trap them in my web... and walk them like puppets to their last beat.... ❞ Azures targeted a visible weakness ; a certain scar bruised from a vipers previous bite. One soon gently kissed and whispered barely audible against.

❝Thank you, mu chroi...❞

For his heart. Her heart. Even if both she couldn't completely grasp. Even if in denial over how they perfectly fit in her palms. – For now all that mattered was the silence she then tortured him with. Spent placing the cloth in his own hand, squeezing the soaked fabric akin to a beating artery for all it's worth as one more quiet warning with each drop of water towards the drain.

Intent on reminding Dio of the thin ice he walked, and the danger that came with overturning both of their worlds with his idealistic fantasies.

No matter how tempting they may be.

He was silent as he washed her golden locks, taking his time, enjoying the moment especially when she turned around to give him easier access. As the water washed away the bubbles and left the air with a scent of roses he thought about how incredible this all was. In just under a week his whole life had changed, all because of this assassin whose job was to kill him, he doesn’t even know her name and yet he would gladly give his life for hers in a heartbeat. He didn’t believe in things like fate or destiny but how else could this be explained? His musings soon interrupted by his beloved.

He raised an eyebrow at her comment, he listened to every word, understanding the meaning behind them and smiling once the realization fully came to him. “If only it were that easy…sure I can charm any woman or man I want but it was different with you from the start. I had to not only try but go all out, try the hardest I’ve ever tried before, like nothing short of my best would have a chance of reaching you….” He kissed the back of her head and continued “I know that in legend vampires have this hypnotic charm but I lack such an ability, i use my years of experience to guide me but even that seemed to fail me with you. I was forced to do something I had never done before…be honest, genuine and heartfelt.”

The blonde put his arms around her waist and simply held her gently, enjoying this very intimate moment as there hearts seemed to sync in there rhythm. “Thou I wonder…if that’s what happened with me, maybe you cast a spell on my damned soul, capturing my heart for all eternity….but of course that’s not the case…I simply love you, a fact I was too afraid to fully admit for a while but now I embrace. Some say the truth will set you free and I believe that’s what happened with me.” Would his words resonate with her? Perhaps give her the courage to accept her own feelings or calm her doubts? The clock kept ticking, there time together had a limit, all for this wicked game that nether was ready to lose and yet depending on the outcome they would both end up losing.

#⁺˚*𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓃𝓊𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒.*˚⁺ - thread #⁺˚*𝒞𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉*˚⁺ - ℕ𝕊/𝔽/𝕋 #⁺˚*𝑜𝒻 𝐿𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 & 𝒬𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃𝓈*˚⁺ - dioxnina #diotheworldus

[icecoldwilliams]

The comfort of almost domestic bliss... A concept so mundane to most, yet as foreign as otherworldly skies to an ice statue. Chary and chilly, always resolute in her ways.

But today, even if only temporarily amid the contrasting steam, this statues feet defrosted from her pedestal ; Nina allowed herself to move at the whims of another, even gracing him with her back to give him easier access to token blonde tresses, albeit in exchange for the full spa treatment her Lion insisted on spoiling her with. And perhaps all it could entail. – From the almost too peaceful atmosphere, to said ease and added hint of exhaustion coercing the tongue.

At first she basked in the silence, Dio's attentive touch luring nothing but a sigh, a content sign, until the water cascaded through. Washing remnants of rose scented product with a few loose ties binding her thoughts down the drain.

❝I figured it out, you know....❞ Obscure words left hung in the humid air as she rest the back of her head against the Adonis mucking up her otherwise morbid reality. Turning her face towards the manufactured rain almost as if his 'spell' it could negate. ❝Why you're so.. addictive...❞

Dare she think, 'perfect.'

❝It's strange.. from the night I met you, I've found it hard to think, to breathe... If I didn't know better, I'd say you drugged that first glass of water.❞ And yet ever the macabre, only a tinge of amusement mixed with her sultry timbre, joining those beautiful azures that opened to further accuse. ❝I think my vampire did something.. and he's still doing it right now in order to live.❞

Compared to the unstable, cliché notion of love and sentiment, even the idea of him using one of his many unspecified 'talents' to charm her sounded more rational.

For her even close but no cigar, it was the difference between swallowing a bitter pill to smooth whiskey.

He saw it all in her eyes, the melted ice, how she tried to remain composed and how she held herself back, the way he made her feel like none had before. Dio even saw it, fantasies of what she wanted, a scene of pure indulgence, filled with rough love making that would make anyone blush, but just as quickly as he saw it the fantasy vanished, her ability to control herself far surpassed his, this was proven as she spoke with clear intent to save that for later tonight, something the vampire didn’t mind at all, after all waiting will only make things better.

However before he could speak his lips where captured by her own, a kiss that sent shivers through his body, the softness, the way her tongue danced with his, he wanted more so much more but within seconds she had pulled away. His eyes a daze as if that kiss that wiped his mind clean of all coherent thought but he quickly recovered just in time to notice her subtle answer to his question. “A fine choice my love~” he says with a slight smile while licking his lips clean, the sensation of her lips still fresh on his own.

Dio reached out for the shampoo and slowly poured it on his hands. “Close your eyes for now.” He asked of her as he began to lather up her hair, slowly brushing his fingers through it and getting every strand coated with the cleaning shampoo, the rose scent was lovely as well. After a few seconds he moved her just enough so the water fell directly on her head and he began to properly wash her hair with tender loving care.

He would have to go all out tonight, he didn’t want any regrets if his end did come on the next day. Even if deep down inside he knew what the likely outcome was he would not dream of not taking her seriously in this game that had perhaps doomed them both.

#⁺˚*𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓃𝓊𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒.*˚⁺ - thread #⁺˚*𝒞𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉*˚⁺ - ℕ𝕊/𝔽/𝕋 #⁺˚*𝑜𝒻 𝐿𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 & 𝒬𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃𝓈*˚⁺ - dioxnina #diotheworldus

[icecoldwilliams]

Redundancy and hastiness never paired well. – Query the isopropyl, the soldiers agitation - however delectable - finding kin in bleach, and conjoining to rob the rendezvous of any conscious mirth.

Preferable tension, seeping through the atmosphere like a nerve agent through cotton paper.

Both perfect for settling affairs.

❝Last I checked, it was the extent of my occupational limits that put a dent in our last partnership.❞ Regardless of reasoning, going as far as aiding the worlds ruination doesn't exactly scream restrictive limits.

A fact stated without much fanfare, only apathy towards counted winnings brought out from under the table. Amount short as two deft fingers took a note amidst the rest and the ice sculpture they belonged to fired a look at the hustled ; a silent threat shot and reluctantly dodged with a patron walking over and fixing their apparent mistake.

Azures ceasing fire until he trudged back to the bar and their sole focus could snare the development in front of her with gloves off and folded arms.

❝My limits depend on the details of the assignment.. And more importantly, I can't draft a contract if my client doesn't tell me what they have in mind...❞

Even more so when said client comes with familiar pompous hair and idealistic ambitions.

A sound of disdain rose from his throat, “Most of my funds are going towards keeping a certain man alive.”

With Nina finding a place for them to have their conversation, Lars mulled over whether or not he wanted to chance getting a drink. He rarely had a taste for alcohol, and he was conspicuous enough as is. He decided against it, technically still on the job despite the more casual environment. Settling on a lime seltzer to occupy the barkeep, he offered to cover her tab before he joined Nina in the booth.

The assassin seemed completely at home in the dive despite out-classing them all. While Lars was far from intimidated by the dwellers, shoulders were rigid and square in his seat. Though this was a common image of him.

Crossing his arms, slate irises covertly observe the other occupants, as directed by Nina.

“Yes, decent people…” He jeered, sampling the plain beverage in his glass.

“I’d rather not linger. I’ll get to business: how far would you go for Kazama? I have a potential assignment for you, I need to know your occupational limits.”

#⁺˚*𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓃𝓊𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒.*˚⁺ - Thread #|| wooo!! #|| ''pompous hair and idealistic ambitions'' (affectionate) I'm sure I'm sure #teslagravity

[icecoldwilliams]

Azure frozen waters glistening, a union of cold and steam birthing dense fog above a sea. ; A blanket signaling a low in the battle of ice against humidity with ice caps fighting to recover area lost to the heat. – Slowly, surely dissipating as minutes ticked by. Clarity soon revealing pools usual beauty, staring back at the supernatural figure momentarily seen straight through.

That's what Dio would see in the mercenaries eyes.

View only temporarily disrupted by her own eyelids, lulled shut by his fingers weaving, practically coercing ; enchanting even her fearsome will. Head tilted up towards his own, with a sultry hum her only rebuttal. – Nina didn't even notice her lips subconsciously seeking out his own, only stopping short when those deep blues he loved opened again. And instead of meeting, his wicked Goddess only feigned a smirk.

Clear mind finally processing his earlier words ; his sickeningly perfect earlier words. Putting down attempts to discourage with ease... In spite of other matters refusing to go down at all.

It was a hold he held on her. It truly was. The vampire enraptured her, he numbed the reality of their fatal situation and of her muscles pathetic cries all in favor of drowning together hand-in-hand, over and over again. Even when it didn't make the slightest bit of sense, the images of her rough yet attentive Lion took up her thoughts ; Of him pulling her hair, and fangs decorating ivory.

However... ❝Save some of that sop for tonight, love~...❞ Was all Nina whispered, right before giving into temptation and allowing him one slow, sensual kiss. Tongue greeting tongue, tasting her own essence before reluctantly pulling away and torturing the poor vampire further.

Calculating eyes cast towards the hotel brands rose scented shampoo and glancing back again without another word.

Just possibly his unspoken doom.

His eyes looked up at her perfect form, reading her every expression as he kept moving his tongue with all the skill he could muster and then finally the vampire got his prize as her walls squeezed his tongue and then came the sweetest nectar. He took his time, slowly moving his tongue and drinking up every last drop of that precious liquid. After what must have felt like an eternity to her with how sensitive she must feel, the blonde finally pulled away from his rightful place between her legs and smiled as he licked his lips.

He had her her, what she said in her native tongue, words that almost a week ago would have filled him with apathy but now he sees those words for what they truly are he opens his mouth and speaks “tá a fhios agam…” with those words he stands up slowly puts his hands on her head so he can brush his fingers through her beautiful hair, lightly brushing it and then very softly asking “what kind of shampoo would you like my queen?~” he was being so gentle even thou his body was craving anything but, his manhood was throbbing, demanding attention and yet he was resisting.

She would definitely notice with the way it was poking her but it was her choice what to do, ignore it or give it the attention it wanted, she was in control just as she always was. “I could stare into your eyes for hours…” he says his thoughts out loud as he can’t help but admire them as he often did.

#⁺˚*𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓃𝓊𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒.*˚⁺ - thread #⁺˚*𝒞𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉*˚⁺ - ℕ𝕊/𝔽/𝕋 #⁺˚*𝑜𝒻 𝐿𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 & 𝒬𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃𝓈*˚⁺ - dioxnina #diotheworldus

[icecoldwilliams]

Anna and Nina Williams.

#⁺˚*𝐼𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒹𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒?*˚⁺ - Musings

[icecoldwilliams]

How quickly things can change l anatolknotek

#⁺˚*𝐼𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒹𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒?*˚⁺ - Musings