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vasilyevna.

          ’  NOT  EVEN  FOR  ME  ?  ‘    hand  slides  against  skin  as  she  walks  round  to  his  front    —    hoping  that  low  gaze  and  gentle  touch  will  entice  him  just  enough  to  indulge  her.    she  looks  up  and  smiles.    it  is  not  a  petersburg  smile  and  he  is  not  a  soldier  she  is  only  trying  to    seduce    for  her  own  amusement.    no,    this  is  something  more,    something  incomparable  to  russian  men,    those  who  seemed  so  weak  and  inferior  in  comparison  to  spike’s  strange  levelheadedness  and  curiosity.

          arms  reach  up  to  wrap  around  his  neck,    the  act  something  of  a  feat  due  to  his  height.    doe  -  eyed  innocence  mixes  with  arrogant  grin,    shoulder  raising  in  a  stunted  shrug.    ‘  i’m  delicate  enough.    i’ll  have  you  know  i’m  a  very    complex    individual  !  ‘    it’s  not  a  laugh  that  follows,    but  a  snort  under  her  breath.    ignore  it,    spike.    for  her  benefit.

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          eyebrow  raises  as  hands  move  to  shoulders.    she  contemplates  other  ways  to  reel  him  in,    but  decides  maybe  the  proximity  would  be  enough.    even  this  is  more  than  she’s  used  to  having  to  do,    for  so  many  times  only  a  smile  and  bit  of  cleavage  was    necessary.    this  one  she  has  to  work  for.    ‘  well  ?    would  you  teach  me  ?    i’m  a  good  student,    you  know.    not  troublesome  at  all.     head  tilts  to  the  side.    ‘  for  the  most  part,    anyway.  ‘

he isn’t blind :    helene is beautiful,   but  women will be his downfall and death.   it would be a lie to say she is charmless with the way she acts,   the way she speaks with that light lilt in her voice that can lure anyone.    it would be a lie to say that a piece of him hadn’t felt inclined to lean closer to her and have the distance between them diminish to nothing, and let themselves get wound up into the feel of one another’s lips.   but that is his impulsiveness talking.     

he is lucky now to disregard this atmosphere she wraps around him    (  that atmosphere : that he is the only one in existence she cares for and can please in so many ways  )  which begins as his hands clasp onto her forearms, keep her there. 

stays there for several moments, observing her. 

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a very complex individual  and  not troublesome at all.    “ you sure about that ?      she is shorter but clearly knows how to pave the way for herself and for her benefit.  it’s a feeling he can almost nest himself in out of comforting familiarity.   almost.   he leans a little closer, curving his back, and makes her job easier. with a lower voice that borders on a dulcet softness :     hate to bring bad news,  but fighting is on a different kind of frequency to this.     and he peels her arms from his neck to upright himself again,   this time there is a hint of a smile through his eyes,   just barely touching his mouth.   then as if in a simple swipe it returns to a calm that can be easily misread or indiscernible at once.      how much do you really wanna learn ?  “ 

no more than two seconds tick by before there’s a blur,  a brief rush of wind,  and he has a fist less than an inch away by her temple,   visible by the corner of her eye.   he has no intention to hit       or is this just an excuse to get close           and lets his hand fall back to his side so casually and slow.

vasilyevna:

          got  answers  for  everyone     —    endless excuses.    not  habit  for  anyone  ’cause  i’m  trying  to  break  your  click  track  heart.    seen  a  vision  of  perfect  grace    —    airbrushed and lifeless.    all  contempt  and  aftertaste,    it’s  like  i’m  waiting  for  the  scars  to  heal.    soft  -  focus  for  full  appeal    —    pictured  as  flawless.    no  context  for  self  -  esteem    —    i’d  be  pushed  to  give  you  love  on  that.    as  far  as  the  eye  can  see    —    too  much  perfection.    pure  substance  for  wannabes    —    keeps  you  beating  to  a  click  track  heart.    you  sew  loretta  young  silks    —    SWAPPING  YOUR  LOVE  FOR  HATE.

nathdar.

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✲ ||   SO IN TELLING him he had no food, he means to say he has no money. Fair enough. Fingers tap on his desk as he grows silent for just long enough to recalculate his original bounty price. "—-Incredible. I’ve previously quoted you ₩50000 for the job, but if you return early & with zero complications that can be brought upon my head I’ll double it. Sounds reasonable enough for both food & a lawyer. Lucky for you I know one with a decent rate so long as you don’t get him in trouble."

         He meant himself.

he catches on,   a little more relieved there will be more money coming his way. fifty-thousand alone didn’t necessarily cut it    (  still, he has done more work for less  )   and with a lawyer for any future endeavors that’ll tie them to any court ?      hmm   ( a hint of a smile )   all right.   if you recommend this lawyer,  then why not ?       his eyes don’t stray from him,  aware.

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 “  i’m still gonna need more details about this job.     

galacticdemon.

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❝ Damn right. I’d throw ya under the bus for a beer. Maybe less. ❞

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    i’d throw you off a building for free.  “ 

YOU'RE GONNA CARRY THAT WEIGHT.