𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝓴𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓

[ Lucian’s expression remains a mask of granite, though his grip tightens almost imperceptibly on the hilt of his blade. He doesn’t look at the body at his feet; his focus is entirely on Kalina, tracking the way her lips press together and the rare, fractured vulnerability in her voice. He steps closer, invading her personal space until the scent of ozone and iron hangs heavy between them. ] " Trust is a luxury for people who aren't currently standing in a pool of blood ." [ He reaches out, not to touch her, but to tilt his head, searching her eyes for the reason behind that desperate 'please.' He can see she's wound tight, driven by something more than just the mission, even if he can't put a name to it yet. ] " If you 'need' to do this, then do it. But you do it with me at your back. You want trust ? There it is. But don't mistake my silence for a lack of observation—if you get reckless, I'm stepping in. "

@bloodshed    ( … )     [      kalina   tensed   as   soon   as   she   spotted   the   assassin   behind   him,   and   she   had   stepped   forward   to   intervene.   but   lucian   already   had   it   under   control.   it   did   not   bother   her   how   easy   it   was   for   him   to   kill   a   man — in   fact,   it   was   far   more   fascinating   to   observe   the   way   he   worked,   and   moved.   her   lips   pressed   together,   glancing   away   for   a   moment.   to   be   perfectly   honest,   staying   alive   wasn’t   on   the   top   of   her   priority   list   at   the   moment.   what   she   wanted,   was   this   place   gone.   blown   off   the   map.   / that /   was   her   main   goal.      ]      this   won’t   work   if   you   don’t   trust   me.   I   need   to   do   this   raelthorn.   / please /.   

[ Lucian lets out a dry, humorless huff of a laugh, finally taking that step back—but it’s a tactical retreat. His eyes remain locked on hers , cold and unreadable, until the sudden scuffle of boots behind him breaks the silence. In one fluid, predatory motion, he spins on his heel. His coat flares out as he closes the distance in a heartbeat, his blade catching the dim light before sinking deep into the stomach of the charging assassin. He holds the man’s dying gaze for a second, his expression hauntingly calm, before wrenching the steel free and letting the body slump to the floor. ] " It concerns me the moment they start bleeding on my boots. " [ He turns back to her , slowly wiping a stray drop of blood off his leather glove as if nothing happened. ] " Permission was never the point, rogue. Staying alive is. "

@acterror    /    ty   love   < 333

/   might be my favorite 

@bloodshed    /    < 333

[ Lucian lets out a sharp, startled 'hiccup' as the collision happens, his body going limp and heavy against the target to ensure the man can't easily move away. He wears a look of dazed, goofy contrition, reaching out with a trembling hand as if to help wipe the champagne off the man's expensive lapel. ] " Oh— blast it ... look what— what we've done now, " [ He slurs, his head lolling dangerously close to the target's shoulder. Under the cover of his 'clumsy' leaning and the frantic distraction Kalina is providing, his other hand—the one hidden from the target's view—swiftly unsheathes the concealed blade. With the target's attention entirely on the spilled drink and the 'horrified' woman, Lucian finds the soft gap just below the ribs. ] " So sorry... truly... let me just... " [ He whispers, the goofy grin never leaving his face even as he prepares to drive the steel home. ]

@bloodshed    ( … )       [      worry   etched   into   her   expression   as   her   arms   encircled   around   him,   as   if   she   were   struggling   to   hold   his   weight.   her   gaze   flickered   around,   as   if   embarrassed   by   the   display   her   “partner”   was   showing.       ]       please…   I   really   think   we   should   go   home,   dear.     [      kalina   replied,   her   own   feet   stumbling   as   lucian’s   body   knocked   into   hers   “accidentally”.   she   bumped   into   the   target,   her   flute   of   champagne   spilling   over   the   target’s   suit.   immediately,   her   eyes   widened,   dropping   the   empty   glass   as   her   hand   covered   her   mouth   in   horror.     ]      oh   god—   I’m   so   sorry— 

[ Lucian doesn't miss the signal. The sharp, tactical edge in his eyes vanishes instantly, replaced by the glazed, heavy-lidded look of a man who has had far too much expensive scotch. He lets out a loud, slightly slurred laugh, leaning his weight heavily into her shoulder as if his legs have finally decided to give up. ] " You... you worry too much, darling, " [ he says, his voice now raised just enough to carry to the target, thick with a feigned, drunken bravado. He stumbles, his boot scuffing loudly against the stone floor, and he uses the momentum to 'accidentally' veer closer to the balustrade. Under the cover of his clumsy swaying, his hand slides away from her waist, his fingers brushing against the concealed blade beneath his jacket. He glances at the target with a vacant, goofy grin. ] " Is it just me, or is the moon spinning ? Help me out here, 'love'—I think the floor is tilted. "

@acterror     /     you   hype   me   up   every   time   <33

/  i get you  <\3  the mental drain is real 

/   for   those   waiting   for   responses   from   me,   sorry   for   the   wait!! 

/  what a woman <333

@killerwidows 
            
            [  His eyebrows raised at her. The blunt answer was certainly something. He was far too used to people hiding fear with admiration, hiding intrigue with disappointment - and he could read through each deceptive mask as if it were a book. Yet she was a different story all together. Smiling, he stepped back a bit, contrasting her carefulness by lazily dragging a shoe back and leaving behind a trail of dark red on the cold cement floor. ] I usually face no problems with that. You should know. [ He locked his eyes on her now, something between amusement and accusation ringing in his tone. ] You brushed through my biography quite thoroughly. Did you find what you were looking for, or did you come to ask me yourself?

@FANGEDFXCK    ( … )     [      kalina   knew   he   was   a   threat.   it   would   have   been   foolish   to   deny   it.   she   usually   annihilated   those.   a   scoff   left   her   lips   at   his   reasoning   for   the   man’s   death.   she   had   no   idea   this   guy   was   so   / dramatic /.      ]        so   this   was   a   pissing   contest ?   a   competition   between   egos ?       [      men.   she   resisted   the   urge   to   roll   her   eyes   as   she   manoeuvred   around   the   bodies,   careful   not   to   step   in   any   of   the   blood.   not   because   she   was   afraid   of   getting   her   shoes   dirty,   but   because   she’d   rather   not   have   her   dna   smeared   across   the   crime   scene.        ]       well,   you   are   stupid   enough   to   cause   such   a   mess.       [       she   responded   bluntly,   as   if   she   hadn’t   just   witnessed   him   tear   someone   apart.       ]        hiding   your   tracks   won’t   be   easy.