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@everfatale_ 
            
            [  he knew better than to show her attitude, which is why he sunk his teeth into his tongue. Eyebrows lowered over his eyes, as if shielding his gaze as it followed her movements, graceful as ever, dangerous as ever. The Russian took a deep breath in, his eyes briefly closing before he'd reopen them to look at her. ]  oh, now she's making things up. Threaten a woman? What do you take me for? [  Levi asked in a slight offended tone, and with his hands tucked behind his back he approached her desk, scanning the scattered documents after the meeting closed in a slight rush. Because of him. He couldn't fight a proud grin from his face, knowing that its because of him. He picked a paper up and examined it, but spoke words unrelated to the print  ]  as for the really important meeting... I must say I'm glad it ended so soon [  he opened his palm and the paper slipped like a feather on her desk  ] my eyes may have deceived me but he did seem too.. eager for your approval [ his pale eyes tilted to her, watching how she swaddled the papers like a child squeezing a toy. It made him uneasy knowing she was alone here, with him, these four walls firmer than any temple]
            
            Tell me: what was this meeting about?

@FANGEDFXCK    ( … )      [     anastasia   rolled   her   eyes,   shaking   her   head   as   she   picked   up   a   wad   of   papers   from   her   desk,   tucking   them   neatly   against   her   chest.      ]     my   assistant   isn’t   stupid.   she   was   doing   her   job,   which   includes   not   allowing   anyone   to   disturb   me   when   I’m   trying   to   have   an   important   meeting   with   a   client.   that   includes   / you /,   levi.    [      she   pointed   out,   shooting   him   an   unimpressed   look,   her   heels   clicking   as   she   walked.      ]       she   said   you   fucking   / threatened /   her   if   she   didn’t   let   you   in.   what’s   really   / that /   important,   that   it   couldn’t   wait ? 

| @everfatale_ |
            
                      she laughed in triumph ,   propping an elbow on the table ,   and resting her chin in the palm of that same hand .     "   you'd defy a demon ?   are you certain that information is worth the consequences that comes with that ?   "

@temptisms     ( … )     you   caught   me.      [        the   brunette   hummed,   a   gleam   within   her   eyes   as   she   analysed   the   other   carefully.   her   finger   tapped   on   the   desk   in   front   of   her.      ]      the   same   as   everyone   else.   information.   I   have   a   big   clientele,   you   see.   but   I’m   afraid,   draga,   that   that   information   remains   confidential. 

| @everfatale_ |
            
                      "   hm ,   i imagine you say that to everyone who has no desire to buy what you're selling .   "     she quipped with a short laugh ,   before she too leaned back .     "   what is it you think i want ?   "

/    it’s   missing   her   hours 

@ocyeaniks    ( … )     [      anastasia   rose   her   eyebrow,   a   smirk   curling   on   the   edges   of   her   lips   as    she   lowered   the   custom-made   firearm   in   her   hand.       ]       sylvester   laurier.   I’m   fairly   certain   you   owe   me   money,   draga   ( darling ).

@everfatale_ 
            
            //: I’m fine (: it’s been a while.  
            
            Do you still use Disc? 

@Taroon_Summers   /   heyy!   I’m   good!   how   about   you ?!   <3

@bloodshed     /     TYYYY !   I’ve   had   her   for   ages   but   haven’t   been   active   for   a   while !   I   need   to   get   on   here   more ! 

[ as she mentions the confused look on his face he quickly smiles it off, shaking his head. ] i just didn’t expect you to be so candid with me… usually you’re so mysterious when we talk about what we are. [ he doesn’t say whether or not he feels the same just yet, his smile only grows, a glimmer of satisfaction igniting sterling hues. his hands grip her thighs, gliding up and down and stopping to trace hearts and circles on her skin. ] if that really the case then… i think it’s only fair that you do bite me. we should have matching marks, if you meant what you said about biting back— my love. 

@wiccaanways    ( … )    [      her   head   tilted   to   the   side,   her   brunette   curls   brushing   against   her   cheeks   as   her   jade   hues   glinted   with   mischief.   she   forgot   how   little   he   knew   of   her   language.   a   smile     graced   her   lips   as   she   lifted   her   hands,   one   brushing   a   few   strands   off   hair   out   of   his   face,   the   other   resting   on   the   side   of   his   neck.     ]       in   loose   translation,   it   means   partner.   it’s   a   term   of   endearment,   but   if   you’d   rather   hear   me   say   it   bluntly,   I   said   ‘ boyfriend ‘ .    [      she   leaned   over   to   the   side   casually,   picking   up   the   glass   she   had   just   placed   down,   taking   a   measured   sip   from   it   with   slow   and   deliberate   movement,   as   if   to   let   that   final   word   sink   in.   her   lips   curved   around   the   rim   of   the   glass,   and   she   raised   a   brow   over   its   edge.     ]       what ?    [     she   asked   innocently,   eyes   sparkling.    ]    you   / did /   ask.

[ the siphoner hums as she settles on top of him, a ghost of a smile tugging on lightly reddened lips. his eyes shamelessly trail down her body before he speaks, holding her waist. ] good.  [ the siphoner says lowly, an almost proud look in his lazy eyes. there was a form of contentment to be found when he was around her, it was so easy and comfortable; more so that he ever felt with a mortal. she wasn’t afraid of him. his brows furrow slightly, the translation of the romanian phrase on the type of his tongue. ] what does that one mean? i’ve never heard you use that one with me before. 

@wiccaanways    ( … )      [      a   faint   smile   formed   on   her   own    lips   at   the   sight   of   his   grin,   taking   her   attention   momentarily   away   from   the   reason   she   was   down   there   in   the   first   place.    ]     I’m   fine.      [       she   reassured,    her   hand   lifting   to   gently   place   on   top   of   his,   which   was   resting   on   her   cheek.   her   thumb   would   graze   briefly   over   his   knuckles   as   her   head   lifted   to   meet   his   eyes.    ]     only   a   few   hours.   I   couldn’t   sleep.    [      to   be   perfectly   honest,   anastasia   wasn’t   sure   if   that   was   a   lie   or   the   truth.   she   had   lost   track   of   time.   she   thought   if   she   kept   shooting,   maybe   she’d   stop   seeing   their   faces.   but   they   always   came   back.       ]       just   needed   to   remind   myself   I   still   know   how   to   aim.  and   I   thought   if   I   kept   my   hands   busy,   my   mind   would   follow.
            
            /   so   sorry   this   is   so   late

[ his expression instinctively softened as she spoke again, eyes watching the way she pulled herself together quickly. part of him wondered if she heard him or made out what he said but he decided to ignore that for now. his head shakes at her apologetic tone barely able to suppress a grin at her question. ] a little. but i’ll allow it. [ he gives a nod, as he finally takes a good look at her face. she notices the redness in her eyes and the darkness under them and can’t help but be concerned. gently lifting her chin, his hand runs against her cheek. he couldn’t help himself, the subtle admiration of her features had never changed. ] how long have you been down here? 

@wiccaanways    ( . . . )     [      anastasia   hadn’t   intended   to   snap   at   him.   he   was   only   trying   to   help,   offering   a   gesture   of   kindness,   and   that — that — was   how   she   responded?   she   set   the   gun   down   with   deliberate   care,   her   fingers   tightening   against   the   edge   of   the   table   as   she   drew   in   a   slow,   measured   breath.   keep   it   together.   her   pulse   thundered   in   her   ears,   drowning   out   the   first   part   of   what   he   was   saying.   his   voice   drifted   through   her   thoughts   like   sound   muffled   by   water,   distant   and   warped — until   one   question   cut   through   the   haze.   her   eyes   slid   to   the   side,   landing   on   the   box   of   weapons   resting   on   her   workbench   a   few   steps   away.   she   swallowed   hard,   lifting   a   hand   to   pinch   the   bridge   of   her   nose,   grounding   herself.     ]      you   don’t   deserve   that.   I’m…   sorry.      [      she   murmured   at   last.   she   took   a   tentative   step   toward   him   before   faltering,   catching   herself   mid-motion.      ]     I   am   happy   to   see   you.     [     she   added,   softer   now.    ]    I   just—   does   it   sound   painfully   cliché   if   I   say:   it’s   not   you,   it’s   me?