killerwidows

@bloodshed    ( … )    I   knew   you’d   give   in   eventually.   there’s   nothing   to   be   so   worried   about.   why   only   once ?  

@crimsonhour    ( … )     [      her   gaze   remained   hardened   as   she   pinned   it   on   him,   daring   him   to   look   away.   the   assassin   was   in   no   mood   to   play   games — not   tonight.   she   was   dressed   more   casually   tonight,   given   she   was   in   a   public   place — no   mask   covering   her   features   and   none   of   her   tactical   gear,   though   it   would   be   foolish   to   believe   that   she   had   no   weapons   on   her   at   all.   her   lips   curled   slightly   at   the   mention   of   his   charm,   her   head   tilting.       ]     what   appeal ?     [     she   retorted,   a   low   hum   leaving   her   as   her   expression   remained   unchanged,   except   for   her   eyes   lightening   subtly   around   the   edges.   his   grin   caused   her   to   exhale,   almost   in   dry   exasperation.     ]      you   have   a   regular   customer   who   comes   into   your   lounge,   around   9pm   every   thursday   before   the   end   of   the   month.   he   meets   with   a   woman,   blonde,   pretty.   he’s   got   a   scar   down   the   left   side   of   his   face.   noticeable.   what   do   you   know   about   him ? 

[ Jasper didn't flinch under her sharp glare, though his lips twitched into a faint, amused smirk at her immediate deflective answer. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze dropping briefly toward her lips before shifting back up to meet those intense blue eyes. The tilt of his head remained casual, entirely unbothered by her cold demeanor. He stayed relaxed, fold of his arms remaining steady against his chest without breaking his composed frame. ] " Just information, huh ? " [ Jasper murmured softly, his voice carrying a light, playful rasp as he leaned in just a fraction over the counter close enough to match her posture, yet keeping a respectful, effortless distance. ] " And here I thought my charm was at least part of the appeal. But fine ( ... ) business first, then. " [ An easy, teasing spark flashed in his eyes, his expression softening into an innocent, almost harmless grin to contrast her heavy glowering. ]
            
            /        lmao right ? he just test her patience and push her buttons for fun to see her reactions 

@crimsonhour    ( … )     [     the   assassin   glowered   at   him,   gloved   fingers   tapping   on   the   edge   of   the   counter   as   her   electric   blue   eyes   traced   his   features,   assessing   for   any   crack   in   his   facade.   she   found   none.      ]     don’t   flatter   yourself.   “special”   is   not   the   word   I’d   use.     [     she   murmured,   shaking   her   head   briefly,   before   leaning   forwards   against   the   counter.     ]      you   have   information   I   need.   that’s   the   only   reason   I’m   here. 
              
            /     I   love   how   much   he   annoys   her   for   absolutely   no   reason   lmao

@theamericandream    ( … )     [     the   assassin   barely   batted   an   eyelid   at   him,   only   her   eyebrow   lifting   to   convey   how   unimpressed   she   was   with   his   monologue.   the   lower   half   of   her   face   was   covered   by   a   black,   cloth-like   mask,   the   only   noticeable   visible   feature   being   her   eyes,   which   were   an   electric   blue,   piercing   and   unyielding.     ]       …   says   the   guy   waltzing   around   in   a   costume.       [     she   hummed,   finding   his   last   comment   amusing   more   than   anything.   though   she   was   curious.   most   people   couldn’t   see   her   when   she   blended   into   the   shadows,   but   he   could.       ]     oh,   I   am   no   saint.     [     she   murmured,   before   narrowing   her   eyes.   she   didn’t   have   time   for   whatever   nonsense   he   was   giving   her.   kalina   continued   forward   across   the   rooftop,   feet   as   light   as   a   feather,   like   a   phantom   in   the   night.     ] 

@greengoree    /    thank   you   love   < 3

/  i hope all is well,  babes!  

@killerwidows 
            
            //: always <3000

@terminalwebs    ( … )     [     the   widow   lifted   her   eyes   up   to   observe   the   spider   woman   hanging   upside   down   by   a   rather   strong   web.   her   masked   face   was   just   above   kalina’s   eye   level,   forcing   her   to   lift   her   chin.   her   electric   blue   hues   squinted   at   her,   tilting   her   head   to   the   side.      ]     it’s   you   who   seems   to   be   loitering   everywhere   I   go.   are   you   sure   you   aren’t   the   one   following   me,   spiderling ?      [     the   assassin   mused   dryly,   before   she   side   stepped   around   the   other   woman,   fingers   ghosting   the   knife   strapped   to   her   ribs   as   her   eyes   locked   upon   her   target.       ] 
            
            /   apologies   for   the   late   reply !   a   lot   has   been   going   on   so   I   haven’t   had   a   chance   to   get   to   this   < 3

/  pov: it’s spider woman upside down!  :D 

“ i can /see/ you laughing , you’re not even trying to hold it in ” he muttered , a mixture of embarrassment and defensiveness coursing through his veins. for a brief moment he looked up , appealing to a deity he didn’t even believe in to get him out of this situation. he knew her well enough to know that she wouldn’t let this go now… or presumably ever. “ what happened to knocking , i could’ve been doing anything in here ” he added as he sat on the edge of his tub , gloved hands covered in black box dye , one section of his hair still noticeably strawberry blonde 
            
            / lmao yep, he is sadly a natural blonde but that doesn’t really go with his aesthetic </3. and don’t even worry ml, your real life always comes first you never have to apologise for taking your time <33 if you ever need to talk dont hesitate to reach out 

@ocyeaniks    ( … )     [      kalina   stood   in   the   doorway   of   his   bathroom,   disbelief   painted   onto   her   features   as   she   tried   to   comprehend   what   she   was   witnessing.   the   dye   box   sitting   on   the   shelf   and   his   soaked,   painted   hair   was   enough   for   her   to   put   the   pieces   together.   she   bit   the   inside   of   her   cheek   to   attempt   to   stifle   her   laugh,   folding   her   arms   over   her   chest   casually.       ]      oh,   I   think   we   will.   in   fact,   I’m   / sure /   of   it. 
             
            /    omg   I   didn’t   even   know   this.   love   it.   she’s   so   gonna   tease   him   lmao.   also,   side   note,   I’m   so   sorry   for   the   late   reply.   a   lot   has   been   going   on   atm   < / 3

/ her finding out he is in fact not naturally dark haired lmao 

@-demonicprince-    ( … )     don’t   flatter   yourself.    [     the   assassin   mused,   the   lower   half   of   her   face   remaining   covered   by   her   mask   as   her   icy   hues   continued   to   assess   him.     ]     guarding   the   house   requires   me   to   ensure   that   / you /   are   also   not   made   a   target.

[ A quiet, huffing chuckle escapes his chest low and dry as his lips curve into a sharper, intrigued smirk. He doesn't move immediately; instead, he studies her tilted head, the arch of her brow, and that smooth, confident smile with an unhurried, calculating gaze. Slowly, he steps into her space, bending at the knees to set a solid, grounded stance right beside the barbell. ] " Fair enough. " [ He glances up at her through his dark lashes before wrapping his hands around the bar with practiced ease. With effortless precision, his back and upper body muscles tense as he lifts the weight cleanly, demonstrating the exact form, foot placement, and balance he just described. Setting it back down with a controlled, barely-audible thud, he stands to his full height, stepping back to hand the floor over to her with an amused glint in his dark eyes. ] " Your turn. Let's see if that confidence holds up under the iron. "

@bloodshed    ( … )     [      the   assassin   was   no   stranger   to   gym   equipment.   however,   during   her   time   growing   up   with   the   red   room,   their   training   mostly   involved   the   art   of   dance   and   gymnastics.   any   upper   body   training   usually   involved   bar   pull-ups   rather   than   equipment   like   dumbbells.   her   gaze   followed   him   as   he   made   his   way   over   to   her — she   couldn’t   help   but   notice   the   way   his   skin   seemed   to   shine   under   the   lighting   with   each   step.   when   he   stopped   in   front   of   her,   she   lifted   her   eyes   to   meet   his,   a   slow,   amused   smile   tugging   at   the   corner   of   her   mouth   as   she   tipped   her   head   to   one   side.      ]    then   show   me.    [     she   murmured — a   challenge   wrapped   in   velvet,   her   eyebrow   arching   with   interest.      ]
            

[ A dry smirk twitches at the corner of his lips, completely unbothered by her mock surrender. He wipes a thin sheen of sweat from his forehead with the back of his forearm, his dark eyes tracking her with a calm, calculating intensity as he lowers his hands. Closing the distance between them with slow, deliberate steps, he stops just shy of her space. ] " Not weak — I wouldn't dare call a black widow that. But reaching for weight like that without setting your stance first is an easy way to tear a shoulder or throw off your balance. " [ He tilts his head slightly, his gaze dropping to the barbell before rising back to her face. ] " Pick it up if you want, but don't say I didn't warn you. "

[     she   teased,   before   her   gloved   palm   lifted   to   push   against   his   face   while   she   slipped   out   of   his   hold,   already   moving   toward   the   next   corridor   with   a   twitch   of   a   smug   smile   at   her   lips.     ]
            
            / 2/2    @ocyeaniks

@ocyeaniks    ( … )    oh,   I   know.   you   crave   the   noise.   the   adrenaline   rush.   the   moment   everything   could   go   wrong   in   the   blink   of   a   second.     [      the   brunette   voiced,   staring   at   him   pointedly,   as   if   the   reasoning   behind   his   actions   were   obvious   enough.   an   exhale   left   her   lips   that   sounded   more   like   an   exasperated   sigh   at   his   mention   of   flirting   again,   resisting   the   urge   to   pinch   the   bridge   of   her   nose.   she   swore   he’d   flirt   with   anything   that   / moved /.      
              
                he   teased   her   again — darling — and   she   didn’t   scowl   this   time.   instead,   her   lips   pressed   into   a   thin   line   that   wasn’t   quite   irritation.   more   like   reluctant   tolerance.   kalina   figured   if   she   tried   her   best   not   to   react,   then   he   would   grow   bored   of   calling   her   that.      ]     well,   at   least   / one /   of   us   has   to   be   the   serious   one,   / darling /.     [     her   eyebrow   lifted   in   challenge,   not   at   all   surprised   that   he   was   using   his   “messiness”   as   a   tactic   for   her   to   get   closer.   there   was   something   almost   charming   behind   the   actions.      ]
                
                 don’t   get   ahead   of   yourself.   you   haven’t   won   anything   yet.    [      kalina   reminded   him,   shooting   him   a   look   when   he   slung   his   arm   comfortably   around   her   shoulders.     ]    / if /   you   walk   out   of   this   spotless,   I’ll   keep   my   word.    [     she   leaned   in,   her   breath   ghosting   his   jaw.   her   voice   dipped,   soft   as   a   blade   sliding   home.     ]     but   if   you   don’t…   I   get   to   choose   the   punishment.    
            
            / 1/2

“ i am disappointed , i didn’t take this job to just make peace and smile ” he said , his tone entirely serious. he didn’t know when this itch had started , his need for the thrill but it had been with him for as long as he could remember. she was one of the only people who indulged his nonsense. “ in the middle of a massacre is the /best/ time to be flirting ” he added , lip twitching in amusement. 
            
            “ should’ve taken me with you then with me you’re all ‘we’ve got be quiet’ and ‘don’t make a mess’ not exactly jaw dropping stuff darling ” he smirked , he dipped in and out of using the nickname she hated so much. occasionally he loved seeing the scowl it put on her face. if only his proximity bothered her as much as it used to , it seemed that she was now much more familiar with the idea. 
            
            “ if i don’t get messy then you wouldn’t clean it up ” he said , amusement clear in his tone as he finally pulled away and stopped flicking his lighter. he raised an eyebrow at her proposition because he just hadn’t been expecting it. he had been sure that she was just going to brush him off and tell him to stop being annoying. “ alright … sounds like a challenge but you’ve got yourself a deal ” he said , his arm sliding around neck , casually pulling her closer “ don’t try and go back on your word when I win ” he murmured , confidence oozing from every pore.