𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝓴𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓

@FANGEDFXCK    ( … )     tы   слишком   много   жалуешься.     [      kalina’s   gloved   fingers   tightened   around   the   front   of   levi’s   jacket   as   she   hauled   him   out   of   the   debris.   her   breath   steamed   in   the   cold   air,   sharp   and   controlled.   she   crouched   beside   him,   her   expression   a   mixture   of   annoyance   and   reluctant   concern.     ]     you   are   lucky   your   ribs   are   the   only   thing   still   intact.     [      she   said,   her   voice   low   and   edged   with   that   unmistakable   russian   steel.    ]     next   time   you   decide   to   play   hero,   try   not   to   stand   directly   in   front   of   the   explosives.

@killerwidows 
            
            “Yes,” she said gently, folding her hands atop the table. “I did offer wine.”
            Her eyes drifted to the bottle, then back to Kalina, unhurried.
            “But you mistake the intention.”
            She rose now, slow and deliberate, the skirts of her dress whispering against the floorboards. There was no fear in her posture   only quiet calculation.
            “When I suggest a truce,” she continued, voice smooth as warmed honey, “it is not because I believe fermented grapes possess miraculous properties.”
            A faint arch of her brow.
            “It is because I prefer civility before unpleasantness.”

@crims0nblack    ( … )      [      the   russian   woman   wandered   around   the   other   woman’s   home,   slowly,   steadily,   as   if   she   was   taking   in   every   small   detail.   kalina   moved   with   the   lightness   of   a   feline,   her   hands   clasped   behind   her   back.   her   steely   hues   flitted   over   the   place,   until   they   landed   on   sylvia,   the   corners   of   her   lips   twitching   upwards   only   slightly.     ]      do   you   think   that   wine   will   save   you ? 

@FANGEDFXCK     ( … )      don’t   get   sentimental.   it   doesn’t   suit   you.    [       kalina   wiped   the   last   trace   of   blood   from   her   blade,   the   metal   catching   the   dim   alley   light   as   she   slid   it   back   into   its   sheath.   her   breathing   was   steady,   controlled — nothing   about   the   fight   had   rattled   her.   levi’s   voice   drifted   in   behind   her,   smooth   and   annoyingly   self‑satisfied.   she   turned   her   head   just   enough   to   look   at   him,   one   brow   lifting.     ]     teamwork   implies   I   needed   you.     [     she   said,   brushing   a   strand   of   dark   hair   from   her   face.     ]       I   didn’t.

@bloodshed    ( … )     [      she   could   sense   it,   the   change   in   his   demeanour.   out   of   the   corner   of   her   eye,   she   saw   his   body   retreat.   her   head   turned   to   look   at   him   now,   chest   tightening   at   his   words   and   for   a   moment,   she   felt   guilty   for   being   so   harsh.   so   abrupt   with   him.   sometimes   she   forgot   that   they   were   still   both   human.   kalina   looked   at   him,   / really /   looked   at   him,   and   swallowed,   the   tension   dissipating   within   her   shoulders.       ]      no.      [      she   breathed,   the   words   softer   spoken.      ]       you’re   not   weak.   far   from   it.   you’re   probably   the   strongest   person   I   know…    

[ Lucian watched her avoid his eyes, and for the first time, his composure wavered. The 'handler' in him wanted to command her attention, but the man—the one who was tired of the killing—just felt a dull ache. He let his shoulders drop, his presence losing its 'looming' edge, replaced by a heavy, quiet stillness. ] " I know you aren't easily broken. That’s the problem. You’ll take the hit, and you’ll stand there and bleed in silence because that’s what we were made for. " [ He finally stepped back, giving her the space she seemed to be clawing for, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. ] " I'm not protecting a 'fragile thing,' Kalina. I'm trying to protect the only person left who actually remembers who I was before I became a ghost. If that makes me weak in your eyes... then maybe we were taught different lessons after all. "

@bloodshed    ( … )      [       a   scoff   escaped   her   as   she   shook   her   head,   looking   away   from   him.   instead,   kalina’s   eyes   focused   on   one   pinnacle   place   on   the   wall   behind   him,   refusing   to   give   him   any   eye   contact.       ]      don’t   tell   me   that   / you /   weren’t   taught   that.       [      she   mused,   jaw   clenching.     ]        is   that   what   you   think ?   that   I’m   this   fragile   thing   that   will   snap   if   the   wrong   thing   is   said ?   do   not   think   I’m   so   easily   broken,   raelthorn. 

@bloodshed    /    love   you   &   our   interactions   sm !   < 33

/      always waiting for you , sweets   , take your time    < 3

@killerwidows 
            
            Hm. It must've been a lucky guy then.
            [ Her comment pulled his smile more, his dimples showing at the corners of his toothy grin. She assessed him as if he were a beggar coming to plea for a dollar, which to some extend he could understand - if it were not for his attire that no beggar /would/ wear. Still, despite the obvious annoyance she had with his nickname, he couldn't unsee it. She moved and acted as one, at least in his animalistic eyes she did. Levi raised his brows, and spared a glance behind him. Crowds of people left the bars, almost in the same state as he. He didn't seem too bothered with being shot, or stabbed, at least tonight, and it showed in how casually he stood next to her: cold hands hidden in the depths of his coat pockets. ] I will be fine. Don't tell me you're worried for someone who can't die. [ The Russian mused playfully, and shifted his weight onto his other leg - the action almost causing him to lose balance but he ignored it. ] But i am curious...why the dress? [ He finally asked, brows furrowed as he tried to focus his eyes to see if she wore heels or was he completely out of it , his voice a quiet hum in the dark. ] it looks... difficult. To walk in.

@FANGEDFXCK    ( … )      a   foolish   mistake.         [      she   retorted,   voice   honeyed   as   her   eyes   remained   assessing   of   the   way   he   held   himself.   curious.   she   hadn’t   been   sure   before   whether   vampires   / could /   be   affected   by   alcohol,   given   that   they   were   technically   dead.   tonight,   her   question   had   been   answered.       ]        you’ve   said   that   before   and   yet   here   you   are,   comparing   me   to   one   of   the   least   intimidating   animals   on   the   planet.   again.      [       her   brow   arched   at   his   final   comments   about   what   she   was   wearing,   clicking   her   tongue   to   the   roof   of   her   mouth,   almost   in   mock   amusement.     ]        well,   black   is   my   colour.   and   what   if   I   said   it   was   both ?      [       she   shrugged   her   shoulders   absentmindedly,   before   pressing   her   lips   together.       ]       you   shouldn’t   dull   your   senses   here. 

@killerwidows 
            
            I took it as one. [ The man replied smoothly. Despite his ragged state he seemed completely sober in tone, ignoring the fact how overly confident he was in expressing his thoughts. One final step and he stood in front of her, even in his lost mind and morals he had the manners to at least stray away from her personal space. His green eyes swept over her frame again, curious about her attire, intrigued by the sight of her, so out of place, in a damp and dark alleyway. Levi raised his brows at her words, and he raised his hands, palms up, in defense. ] Это больше не повторится. ( it will not happen again. ) [ The Russian chuckled softly, and brought a hand up again to wipe his face. ] Mhm, a little. And you... [ He trailed off, returning her gesture and running his gaze over the dress she wore, his brows furrowed in intrigue. ] I would assume it was a date, but for you it was likely a funeral.

━━━  【  子彈  】       ،،      &&.   THERE  IT  GOES  —   the  familiar  dance,     this  tug  of  war.     he  could  already  feel  the  headache  building  up  in  his  temples.     ‘  unfortunately  for  the  both  of  us,     the  higher-ups  don't  see  it  that  way.  ’      HIS  STANCE  IMITATES  HERS,      CLOSING  OFF,     arms  crossing  as  he  sighs  through  his  nose  and  begins  to  explain.      ‘  a  friend  of  yours  tipped  off  my  boss  about  a  job  you've  been  working   —   something  big,      too  risky  to  go  in  solo.     said  you  could  use  “ a  few  spare  mags. ”  ’     HIS  EXPRESSION  TWISTS  AT  THAT,     grinning  humourlessly  as  he  scoffs  out  a  bitter  chuckle.      ‘  my  team  and  i  would  be  assigned  to  your  op.     tracker,     medic,     architect  —  the  whole  package.  ’
                      BEHIND  THE  SNARK  AND  DISGRUNTLEMENT,      HOWEVER,      thaddeus  did  not  entirely  disagree.     from  what  little  intel  they've  been  given,      there  is  no  way  this  would  be  approved  as  a  solitary  op  in  the  department.      but  kalina  was  not  PALLAS,     &&.  ultimately,     the  choice  belonged  to  none  other  than  the  assassin  herself.
            
             ‘  so,     agent  sokova,  ’     he  says,
                       ‘  what's  your  verdict?      we  in?  ’

@incruciar    ( … )     [      he   was   the   last   person   the   russian   assassin   was   expecting   to   see   at   her   doorstep.   they   didn’t   exactly   get   along,   especially   considering   her   independence,   lack   of   trust   and   her   issue   with   authority   figures.   kalina   saw   holloway   as   arrogant,   but   perhaps   that   was   just   her   mind   twisting   things.   she   never   saw   the   best   in   people.   she   tended   to   see   the   opposite.       ]       if   you   think   this   is   my   pleased   face,   you’re   sorely   mistaken.      [       she   mused   dryly,   not   expecting   anything   good   to   come   from   this   conversation.   her   eyebrow   rose,   arms   slowly   folding   over   her   chest.      ]       a   favour ?     you   don’t   owe   me   anything.