@SUNSWALLOWING
"Give me the bottle, Mikhail—I'm feeling VERY violent tonight, and I will not be responsible for my actions."
@greazemnky "I can handle violent. You are not drinking anymore - you can barely stand."
/ CB , he needs some terror in his life ;) I love to torment my boys
/ He really needs more connections, moreso in his field of work whether agents or criminals; friends and lovers sure, but enemies too ;)
you clean up well when you’re in a suit. now all you need to do is fix that brooding look, and then you won’t look suspicious.
@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
/ I'll get to replies soon don't shoot me
/ this boy needs more action
CB
/ IM NOT JUST A BITCH—IM A BITCH WITH A BACKSTORY LMAO <3
Roxy lingered outside his door with her hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket, rocking lightly on her heels until he answered. The usual cocky grin was there, though noticeably smaller. “Hey…” she greeted, scratching the back of her neck. “You busy?” She hesitated for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh. “Necesito un favor.” [I need a favor.] A crooked smile returned as she looked away. “My old man finally kicked the bucket.” She said it with a shrug, almost as if it were an inconvenience more than anything. “I’ve gotta go back to my childhood house… there’s something in there I’ve been trying to get back for years.” Her brown eyes lifted to meet his. “¿Vendrías conmigo?” [Would you come with me?] “I… don’t really want to do it alone.”
@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.”:::
/ genuinely I am tired of accounts here who portray either assassins or agents or COD inspired whatever and make the characters weak. Okay yeah a weak link makes a character interesting, reason why I gave Misha PNKD and made Levi a vampire but come onnn why is your character in the FBI for example and you make their weaknesses being hugged or something PLEASE, WHAT-
@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.
/ a lil jealousy ;)))
“I’m sorry…am I interrupting something?”
@SUNSWALLOWING / I KNOW IT KILLS BUT FEELS SO GOOD LMAOOO Roxy let out a light laugh, the sound effortless despite the storm she was carefully locking away behind her smile. “Ay… you two are relentless.” She lifted her glass with a playful shake of her head, as though she’d been completely outvoted. “Alright, alright. I’ll finish the drink.” Her grin returned with practiced ease, the same cocky smile she wore at the starting line before a race. “But then I’m disappearing before somebody remembers I actually have responsibilities.” She pointed toward the table with mock seriousness. “One of the guys is getting his car ready for this weekend, and if I don’t show up he’ll start ‘improvising.’” She made exaggerated air quotes before laughing. “Trust me, that’s just mechanic talk for breaking something expensive.” Another sip followed, her composure as polished as ever. “Besides…” She shrugged casually. “Engines make a lot more sense than people most days.” The joke landed with an easy smile, as though nothing had happened at all. “So I’ll finish this, say my goodbyes like a civilized adult…” She raised her glass in a tiny toast. “…and then go save another poor motor from a man with too much confidence and not enough common sense.”
@greazemnky / I hate that ur right </3 He felt pride for the briefest moment, not in himself but pride for her. She was glowing, despite how dull the light was compared to the one before she still spoke with confidence. That is what Chloe needed to hear. He himself put up those walls against her, pushing her away in hopes she would stop scaling up each brick to get to him. Only when she looked at him did he realize how wrong he was. She was cold, pure ice in her dark eyes; she was dismissive and could not care less whether he were to die now or not. Mikhail blinked at the sight of it, and words died in his throat before they could exit. "Woah!" She exclaimed, and followed it with a laugh. "You are too nonchalant about it. That's so impressive." Chloe was leaning toward again, and the only man at the table slowly leaned back against his chair. His hand withdrew from hers, and he settled them on his lap, curling a palm against a palm as if to hold himself. The thought of her leaving made his calm heart leap for his throat, and he visibly swallowed hard in an attempt to remain calm. His gaze lifted to Chloe, catching her staring right before she would turn her attention to Roxanne. She scoffed then, following her words with an exaggerated pout. "Nooo don't go, come on." She whined, and with a smile gestured down at her drink. "You still have to finish that, and Mikhail is paying as always." She was quick to aim her attention like a gun towards him now, and he stared back with a furrow in his eyebrows. "He never lets me pay." "I never let anyone pay in my company." He added, and brought his coffee close, taking a small sip of the now cold drink before placing the cup down. Chloe only rolled her eyes playfully before turning to Roxanne again. "You wouldn't leave us now, would you?"
@SUNSWALLOWING / ITS SO GOOD THOUGH, LIKE I ADORE THEM BUT ANGST MAKES THEM SM BETTER <3 I love seeing both their faults and insecurities because it makes their romance feel so soft <3 Roxy didn’t flinch when his hand settled over hers. Her fingers remained curled into a fist beneath the table, refusing to return the touch, though she made no move to pull away. She turned to Chloe wearing the same impossibly sweet smile she’d perfected years ago—the one that hid every bruise beneath polished charm. “It wasn’t anything extraordinary,” she replied with a light laugh. “The Bureau needed someone familiar with the racing scene, and I happened to know the people they were looking for.” She lifted one shoulder in a casual shrug. “I answered a few questions, pointed them in the right direction, and that was about it.” Her eyes dipped briefly to her untouched drink before rising again. “I figured if I could help keep someone else from getting hurt, it was worth my time.” There wasn’t an ounce of warmth in her voice now; it was smooth, composed, professional. The lively, flirtatious woman from moments ago had disappeared behind carefully constructed walls. Only after finishing did she glance toward Mikhail, offering him the exact same courteous smile she’d given Chloe before looking away again, treating him with the same distant professionalism he’d so carefully established between them. “Besides,” she added pleasantly as she reached for her drink, “it sounds like you two have plenty of work to catch up on. I only assisted with the investigation, so I probably shouldn’t keep the professionals from talking shop.”
/ I realized I never did a page on his illness ugh
Anyway CB
- action/tension, keep in mind action is an ambiguous word
- shenanigans ;))
