SUNSWALLOWING

@greazemnky 
            
            "I can handle violent. You are not drinking anymore - you can barely stand."

/     yes

/      psst   !

@killerwidows 
            
            /   mwah you on top of the list >:)

@SUNSWALLOWING     /    yes

@killerwidows 
            
            [  He huffed right back, matching in attitude as he hauled the rucksack on his back. His head turned to spare a final look at the dead target before walking ahead of her into the damp, dark hallway. ]  Generous of you, Sokova. We both know you could have handled it yourself. [ Mikhail adjusted the straps and looked over at her. He couldn't hear her steps, but a part of him knew he would see her if he turned. The hall was dark and far ahead, the light of day seeped onto the wet floor.  Mikhail tipped his head to the side and cracked his neck with a soft 'pop' ] Good to see you're growing onto this whole team play.

@SUNSWALLOWING    ( … )     unfortunately,   it   wasn’t   one.    [      kalina   retorted   just   as   quickly,   her   eyes   flickering   briefly   to   the   cctv   cameras   that   she   had   disarmed   beforehand,   ensuring   that   they   remained   that   way.   she   remained   by   the   door,   ready   in   case   anyone   made   the   mistake   of   trying   to   come   in,   whilst   also   getting   a   good   view   of   the   entire   room.   she   scowled   at   his   russian,   pushing   herself   off   the   wall   as   she   slipped   her   blade   back   in   the   sheath   hidden   on   her   thigh   underneath   her   dress,   straightening   out   the   fabric.      ]    Я   привёл   его   в   эту   комнату,   не   вызвав   подозрений,   правда ?   Я   не   хотел,   чтобы   ты   пропустил   всю   работу   (  I   got   him   into   this   room   without   raising   suspicions,   didn't   I ?   besides,   I   didn't   want   you   to   miss   out   on   / all /   of   the   work. )     [     she   mused,   flashing   him   a   brief   smirk,   before   ensuring   he   was   ready   when   she   slipped   out   of   the   room.    ] 
            
            /   HEART   EYES

@killerwidows 
            
            Thank you for the compliment. [ He spoke in a tone that could've been equally produced by a device, a voice flat and uninterested in whatever she might try to sidetrack him with. He saw that she busied herself with nothing, and with a roll of his eyes hauled the bag into his rucksack before zipping it shut and stepping from it. Only then did he pull his mask off, gulping in the fresh air. Mikhail began to fold it into a small square while throwing in his two cents. ]  he was weak. I hate weak men. [ The mask was tucked into the breast pocket of his vest, and finally his eyes lifted to look at her. A beat of silence passed before his exhale echoed in the empty building. ] Что это? Это не шоу красоты. Давайте - уже выйдем на улицу. ( What is that? This is not a beauty show. Let's go outside already. )
            
            /   I am so glad you do because I love your girl

/ always because I’m selfish 

@SUNSWALLOWING 
            
            /???

/ !!

@SUNSWALLOWING 
            
            / she is so PATHETICALLY in love with him
            
            Roxy’s lightly freckled nose scrunched ever so slightly as the smile she’d been wearing softened into something quieter, more genuine. Her sharp brown eyes found his in the rearview mirror, and for a brief moment the road seemed to disappear beneath the steady rhythm of the engine. His promise settled over her like a warm blanket, wrapping itself around the frightened little girl she’d spent years pretending no longer existed. Not this time. This time she wouldn’t be walking into that house by herself. Something tugged hard at her heart, something deeper than romance. It was comfort. Safety. Feelings she’d almost forgotten were possible.
            
            A quiet breath escaped her as she shook her head with a fond, almost disbelieving smile. “I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that…” she admitted softly. “Gracias, cariño.” [Thank you, sweetheart.] For just a moment, one hand slipped from the steering wheel, her fingertips brushing gently over his forearm before giving it the faintest squeeze, the only way she knew how to return the comfort he’d given her. “Guess you’re stuck with me now,” she added with a small laugh, warmth returning to her voice. Her gaze met his once more in the mirror, steady and sincere. “And from now on… you don’t get to be alone either.” A faint smile lingered on her lips as she looked back to the road. “No take-backs.”

@greazemnky 
            
            He listened carefully to it all, his eyes moving from the mirror to her face. The road was nonexistent and the car itself with it. It was only them. 
            
            Mikhail pressed his lips as he looked up. Her gaze was warm in the mirror, despite it all she was still gentle, even if she had no need to be - in his eyes at least. His dark eyes reflected the golden light inside her car as he stared at hers, watching how the irises moved to and from as if trying to engulf him. "You won't be alone." He said it like a promise, and turned his head towards the window now, pressing a fist against his cheek. "I know what its like to be, so I won't allow it."

@SUNSWALLOWING 
            
            / IM SO READY FOR THIS TYPE OF ANGST AND ENOTIONAL BONDING HDHSHSBBDJDJJJDND spittin on that man’s grave smh we love strong independent grandmas who take care of future criminals 
            
            Roxy’s grip loosened on the steering wheel as his words settled over her. She caught his eyes in the rearview mirror for only a second before looking back to the empty road ahead, a small smile tugging at her lips despite herself. “It means something,” she admitted quietly. “More than you probably realize.” She let out a slow breath through her nose, brushing a few silky strands of brunette hair behind her ear as the tires hummed beneath them. “My Aunt Elena was the one who called.” A faint laugh escaped her, though it carried little humor. “First thing she said was, ‘He’s gone, mija… you should come home.’” [my girl.] Roxy shook her head gently. “Home…” she repeated under her breath. “Funny word.” Her gaze stayed fixed on the road, but for a moment she wasn’t really seeing it. “I never thought I’d bring anyone back there. Not after my abuela passed.” She swallowed, the admission catching unexpectedly in her throat. “That house… it doesn’t exactly bring out the best memories.” Another quiet pause settled between them before she looked back at him through the mirror again, her expression softer than she’d intended to let it become. “But somehow…” A small smile returned. “You didn’t even hesitate.” She shook her head in quiet disbelief. “Most people would’ve found an excuse. You just grabbed your jacket.” Her shoulders finally untensed, the rigid posture she’d carried since dawn easing ever so slightly. “So…” she said with a gentler smile, “if having you there means I don’t have to walk into that place by myself…” She nodded once, eyes returning to the road. “Then yeah, Mikhail.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “It means something.”:::

@greazemnky 
            
            /  COME ON LIKE GIVE THEM SOME STRENGHT </3 yes they're traumatized ofc they are but give them something related to that trauma and not "ohh she gets weak when someone holds her hand" MATE.

@SUNSWALLOWING 
            
            / A LITTLE LOUDER FOR THE BACK BB <3