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                Words    mean    nothing    to    him.    He    doesn't    give    a    shit    about    anyone    else.    He's    selfish    and    psychotic    and    the    entire    world    could    burn    for    all    he    cared.    The    Russian    has    no    feelings    other    than    what's    in    his    dick.    And    that    won't    ever    change.

                Viktor    watches    as    she    aproaches,    brow    raised    as    his    lips    remain    unmoving.    The    knife    doesn't    scare    him.    Nothing    scares    him.    He's    soulless,    it    seems.    Except    he    suddenly    has    rage    built    up    the    moment    the    knife    sinks    into    his    chest.    Not    out    of    anger    and    fear    of    dying...    anger    because    she    ruined    his    favorite    fucking    suit.

                Hand    reaches    for    the    knife    in    his    chest,    fingers    wrapping    around    the    handle    and    pulling    it    out,    other    hand    reaching    for    Lexi.    He's    spinning    her    suddenly,    back    to    his    chest,    arm    restraining    her,    and    sharp    edge    of    the    knife    still    in    her    grasp    is    pressed    to    her    throat.    Did    he    not    find    her    worship    and    undying    love    so    fucking    hilarious,    he'd    kill    her    right    then    and    there.

                Viktor    leans    down,    whispering    to    her.

                "    Every    word    comes    out    of    my    mouth    ??    I    mean.    You    do    not    make    decision    for    me.    "

@thehollyverse (vik) said: [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words.

black painted lips quiver, big green eyes staring at vik like he just shot her — it would've been easier to stomach it if he had, because at least THAT was something she could understand. one bloody knife falls to the ground with a clank, red splatter staining black leather that adorns her legs. heels click against the floor as she inches closer to him, grip tightening on the second dagger in her other hand [ anybody else would have been screaming, running from her, & maybe that's why she's so enamored with vik ]. tears roll down her cheeks, leaving red trails where her clown makeup runs.

❛ you don't mean that! ❜ as if convincing herself would be so easy. sadness turns to blind rage in the blink of an eye, & she's pounced on him in an instant: 5'1 frame standing toe-to-toe with him like he's nothing with bloody dagger pointed straight at his heart [ it wouldn't kill him, but it certainly would make her feel better ] ❛ you're always so funny. ❜ manic laughter through the tears, while metal pierces through his skin just enough for the smell of iron to fill her nostrils. ❛ that's why i love you! ❜

* MEME, always accepting.

                His    mother    tongue    on    her    voice    makes    his    anger    grow.    Arm    shakes    her    hands    away,    and    digits    wraps    themselves    up    in    tendrils    of    dark    hair.    He    yanks    her    head    down,    knife    pressed    harder    into    her    skin.    He    no    longer    finds    it    funny.    That    is    very    dangerous    for    her.

                "    Я    бы    посоветовал    тебе    подумать    о    своих    следующих    чертовых    словах    тщательно.    Сегодня    вечером    я    без    колебаний    перережу    тебе    горло    и    искупаюсь    в    твоей    крови.    "

                Even    with    his    lips    pressed    to    her    ear,    whispering    things    he    doesn't    need    to    be,    it    should    be    obvious    how    angry    he's    gotten.    Viktor    is    not    a    merciful    man.    He    is    not    a    kind    man.    He    is    no    good,    and    he's    sure    Lexi    knows    that-    she's    smarter    than    she    looks.    Or    maybe    she's    more    fucking    stupid    than    he    thinks.

                "    Shut    up.    "

she lets him do as he pleases. ever the submissive pet that jumps when he says to, even if it goes against every fiber of her being. she doesn't fight back, nor does she panic when her own blade is pressed to her skin. instead, a sick & twisted grin spreads across her lips [ oh, he does love her after all!! ] while fingers pretend to claw at his arm. there's a sharp intake of breath [ not fear, no, but excitement ] while her heart beats just a little faster, like this was all just a game.

she's content as she leans back into him, anger seemingly quelled for the time being despite the cold words — it was a good joke, even if the PUNCHLINE was a little lackluster. she laughs again, less maniacal this time. painted nails dig into the fabric of his pretty suit, like a weak game of tug of war. his blood seeping into her own clothes only fuels the fire, igniting that desire in her for more carnage & bloodshed.

head tilts upward, as if chasing the feeling of his lips against her ear [ desperate, needy, yearning, aching ] & there's a low hum that escapes her throat, akin to a cat's purr. ❛ it's okay, i forgive you. ❜ entirely ignoring the fact that his words were in fact the complete opposite of an apology. ❛ kak skazhesh', lyubov' moya. ❜ smile is still wide enough to put the sun to shame, despite the fact that her life is in his hands [ & she herself was putty in his grasp ].

                He    does    pull    harder    on    her    hair,    yanking    upwards    instead    of    backwards    this    time.    Knife,    however,    is    pulled    from    her    throat,    and    he    carefully    (    thought    carelessly    at    the    same    time    )    presses    the    balde    on    the    inside    corner    of    her    mouth.    A    low    hum    is    made    in    his    throat,    lip    snarling    as    a    defeinsive    dog    would.

                "    Maybe    I    should    give    you    smile    like    the    Joker,    huh    ??    Since    you    are    in    love    with    him,    no    ??    "

                He    thinks    her    ideation    is    dumb-    NO    one    should    love    someone    else    that    much,    whether    they    be    GOD    or    him.    Though    he    doesn't    turn    down    a    little    worship    from    time    to    time.    Though    they're    never    this    insane,    really.

the grin on her face grows, tears no longer spilling down stained cheeks. smeared makeup & all, she was laughing enough for the both of them. tug of dark strands of hair only earns him a moan, a small gasp [ it’s like foreplay to her, even if the man refuses to give her what she wants ]. she could fight back, twist his arm until it snapped clean in half, wrestle her blade back, use it to slice his throat so deep his head nearly falls off — but she doesn’t. the idea of it, though? it was like heaven to her, a high she hadn’t gotten to experience in much too long.

heart pounds harder, faster, like the THRILL of knowing he could have killed her already if he really wanted to just spurred her on. this was love in its truest form: raw anger, spilled blood, lives hanging in the balance [ his? or hers? who knew ]. she’s practically begging him to pull her hair harder, rip it from her skull, shove the knife into her neck, make her bleed like a pig — daring him to take her on, & see who comes out on top. SPOILER: punchline doesn’t lose.

❛ that all ya got? ❜ egging him on, chin tilting up to give him better access. one hand finds purchase on his leg, painted nails digging into it through the fabric of his suit. ❛ you can do better than that! ❜ any sane human being would be trembling, yet she’s practically shaking with excitement.

@vi0lnt asked: " YOU'RE LIVING ON BORROWED TIME ALREADY. " viktor romanov + yelena belova,

                Funny    how    she    thinks    he    cares.    The    man    truly    does    not.    The    only    thing    he    has    ever    given    a    shit    about    TRULY    was    his    mother    and    his    money.    Maybe    the    rest    of    his    family,    but    those    two    came    before    them.    Whether    or    not    he    is    dead,    it    doesn't    really    matter.    Well,    considering    he's    come    close    many    times    and    he's    not    sure    he    actually    can    die,    he    seems    to    live    life    to    the    fullest    these    days.    Doesn't    care    too    much    what    anyone    has    to    think    about    him    any    how.

                "    Yeah    ??    Don't    care,    really.    Find    someone    who    does,    ya    ??    "