PURE LUCID EVIL !

i'd sleep all right with that on top of me.

[ambitiouslyarch]

welcome back too to this queen !!

[ambitiouslyarch]

drags my hands down this blog... you'll always be famous to me, miss nina liu. you're my most favorite who ever existed.

[magicmesssi]

[eleutheriya]

@ambitiouslyher loid x nina

[femme11fatale]

KANG BITNA & HAN DAON (S1:E14) I love these two & this kiss is so cute...! 😍 THE JUDGE FROM HELL, 2024

[corvus-musings]

Send me "Good boy/girl" for my muse's reaction to your muse saying that to them!

[paulwelsey]

[eleutheriya]

@moontrope @koseigu

[spilledw1ne-deactivated20250125]

Whatever strength he wields against her, he's still an idiot for entertaining past the walls of his alter ego. Maybe it's curiosity, arrogance, and the need to feel alive mingling in a cocktail that has him reveal himself helmet by domino mask -- to have something real, even if their real isn't very real at all. He holds his own well, never the soft, rehabilitating type like much of his family, yet she works her away through still, wielding his name like the most personal of swords.

This reminds him of Bruce and Selina, and the thought that he's anything like his would-be father is aggravating. He's also met Selina, and Selina has more humanity to her than Nina. Is it just the nature of the job, to be pulled in like this -- tempted by the flirtations of opposing sides? Or is it a true pull? A spark to be lit among the never-ceasing fire of Gotham. It's not love, either way. Not everyone gets that kind of story.

"Would you? Want to hear about all of my sordid details?" It's the itch in his chest that pushes him to speak about his romantic inclinations, if only to gauge a reaction from her. Would she give an inch? Squirm at the thought that he can still look at another woman without wishing he was touching her, even if watching her be touched by anyone other than him sets his skin at a crawl?

Jason glances out the window as the car drives along, wondering if its course is back to her office or a safehouse. He'll get booted before they ever reach her penthouse, and he'll jump out before he ever gives her the chance to boot him. "Things have gone quiet on your end," he replies. It's a comment he's not unused to making when he pays visits to the lords and ladies who promised him cuts and tried to be sneaky about getting away with shirking said cuts, but Nina's company brings a different connotation with it. "If you're rescinding our deal, I don't take kindly to roundabout discussion. Either cut my breaks or be done with it."

[ambitiouslyarch]

nina clicks her tongue, a tone of disapproval veiling the complicated twist of amusement and offense at the mere thought. amused because it's too clear to her what his intentions are and offense that it's actually working. nina's never been a jealous woman. not really. but, she could certainly be territorial. in this particular situation, she has no right to be and her pride gets in the way of her expressing that twist in her gut otherwise.

"i don't take you for the type of man who kisses and tells. unless i've misjudged you." it's a never-ending battle of wits, turning the table on the other until one of them grows tired enough to quit and call for a truce long enough to actually get down to business. or, the other version of their truce that often ends up with them being much more receptive than when the conversation started.

"you'd know if i were rescinding our deal, jason. " she breathes a clipped laugh. "i'd make it much clearer than simply cutting off communication." her words contain a promise that he would hardly have to read between the lines to understand. it's been the nature of their partnership from the very beginning.

" it was fashion week. " she stated matter-of-factly, as if he was supposed to keep up with that area of her world as much as she did. " i don't do business during fashion week. " that, and the girls had strictly forbidden her from inviting him at any of the after parties. a 'test of her willpower', they'd said. of course, she couldn't admit as much without admitting that they thought she had a problem keeping away from him at all. " is that all? or, do you have some other concern on your mind? we're about ten minutes out from your drop off point. so, i'd make it quick. "

[10ve1etter]

prompt 28 of pininglongingyearning ... the morning after and holding back what you really want to say. // ninajason. (@spilledw1ne)

the coffee's earthy rich scent rouses her first, and it only gets stronger as she hears the soft padding of his steps nearing the bed. the space next to her dips and his fingertips are trailing down the length of her spine uncovered by the duvet. he knows she's awake--- he says as much when he rests the mug on the bedside table, leaning in close to her ear as he tucks her hair aside.

it's unnervingly easy to forget where she stands when she's laying in his bed, wrapped up in his scent, tucked away in his safehouse. but, now that she's returning to the waking world and not as hazy with the pursuits of pleasure, nina needs to remind herself that this is simply a misstep in their overall partnership. a blip, a mistake.

it's one thing getting carried away in her office or in the backseat of a town car, or even a roomy coat closet in some bigshot's multi-room mansion.

it's another thing to know what it feels like to fall asleep in his arms, to see what jason looks like when he's just woken up, how he makes coffee, and how he looks at her like she's more than the criminal he tolerates partnering with for mutual benefit.

his lips still ghost over the shell of her ear, his touch lingering over her skin. tucking her head away from the kiss she feels is coming, nina maneuvers as gracefully as possibly to the opposite edge of the bed.

" i have to go." she doesn't even try to come up with some half-baked excuse to make him feel better about the cold shoulder. besides, when has she ever attempted to sugar coat her words? neither of them have ever been the merciful types.

she feels the way his gaze follows her around the room, her periphery catching him in the mirrored surface of one of his display cases. he knows that she sees him watching, picking apart what's just happened in the span of a few moments.

crossing the room back to where he's seated at the edge of the bed, nina ignores his stationary gaze, the quiet insistence. she reaches for her earrings on the bedside table, but before her hand pulls back, his fingers catch her wrist.

" look at me. " the demand lacks its sultry husk from last night, but when her eyes meet jason's, she sees the very same look she wishes she hadn't see the night before when he'd said those very same words.

her eyes had been screwed shut, completely lost in the pleasure, a near desperation in the way her body arched against his. he responded in kind ... matching her pace for pace, with his hands grasping her hips, fingertips tight and bruising against her flesh. then, his demand came and her eyes snapped open, and she saw it.

it's that same look now that echoes the feeling burning in her chest, simmering and slow, but burning all the same.

tension pulls taut in the air between them. both of them waiting for the other to say something first.

it's an unspoken question that only nina has the answer to.

she pulls away and jason doesn't stop her again.

"let's not make fools ourselves, jason. we can't afford it."

[ambitiouslyarch]

i think as i write matias' pov, it'll all be much shorter because i don't even want to live in this dude's head for more than i need to. he's disgusting and nina should have killed him, but --- alas, here he is about to ruin her life. which i mean to be fair, she has a choice and she chooses wrong but. you know. she's only human

[ambitiouslyarch]

sooner or later, she knew it would catch up to her. the past never really stays in the past, and one as colored and checkered as the past she shares with the petrovsky family could never be one that would simply fade away into the background.

how long has it been since she's spoken to anyone from her adoptive family? she'd dropped any contacts connected with them, having acquired her own throughout the years. she worked hard to garner her own connections throughout the years following kit's murder death. and even before then, those who had expressed interest in her expertise outside of her father's immediate circle of influence, were kept bookmarked in her mind. contacts she could keep for herself later on. these small acts of disloyalty were nothing but insurance. an investment in her future that she knew could only exist with the molding of her own hands. whatever future she hoped to have as a petrovsky no longer suited her. they were a means to get where she really wanted to be in life. at the top of the heap with an empire of her own making.

still, nina understood they were a useful foothold in this world she clambered up. but, she had paid her loyalties in full. when she should have killed her adoptive brother, she had let him live. in shame, but alive. she still remembers as he begged for his life with her knife biting into the flesh of his throat, and his arm wrenched behind him until she heard it pop. all of it while she bled out, ebbing and ebbing until she threw him back to their father's feet.

seeing matias now with that condescending smirk and haughty gaze transports nina back to their youth. he embodies all the unpleasantness and unworthiness she had been made to feel under their father's tutelage. one that he had allowed to go on, to foster her mental fortitude, to test out whether she would give in. she forces herself to remain steely-eyed, leveling him with a tilted chin.

" i don't have all day, matias. " russian is rusty on her tongue, but she manages. " why the friendly visit ? "

[eleutheriya]

ambitiouslyher asked: you don't look like you love me. you look like you're constipated. - loid !

He raises an eyebrow, looking over to her with sheer indignation. "Constipated?" he repeated, his tone dropping with some hint of disbelief before making the effort to regain the composure of professionalism. "What are you talking about?" his voice is calmed, and unamused, "My 'deeply in love' face is just fine. If anything, you're the one blowing our cover critiquing your partner in the middle of a crowded cafe." that last part in more of a hushed whisper as they bantered.

// @ambitiouslyher

[ambitiouslyarch]

" these poor women... " she mutters beneath her breath, tilting the teacup to her lips to hide the disdain so clearly marring her expression. the work of a spy demands expertise in disguising even the most opposite of emotions, betraying not a single inner thought. admittedly, she finds herself struggling right about now. " while i'm sure that might work for those you manage to sweep off their feet with your good looks, a woman like me is different. " they could still keep the part of married couple, it would just be a married couple in the middle of a spat. thus far, however, they've kept their volume low enough as not to attract attention. " face it, @eleutheriya, you lack passion. ---even a fine agent like myself can't possibly cooperate. act the part and then maybe i won't cause a scene. "

[baijingting]

THE JUDGE FROM HELL 지옥에서 온 판사 (2024) dir. Park Jin Pyo

[baijingting]

THE JUDGE FROM HELL 지옥에서 온 판사 (2024) dir. Park Jin Pyo

[ambitiouslyarch]

this incoming drabble (whenever i complete it) is not only going to be important to a canon occurrence in nina’s relationship with jason but it’s also going to highlight nina’s vulnerabilities. living for the untouchable being touched and brought to any kind of ruin, actually—

[ambitiouslyarch]

you’re in his DMs, i’m at my desk plotting his demise while watching him on my office building’s surveillance feed, looking for a way to get into the new security system i put in place after he messed up the last one, we are not the same

[eleutheriya]

He stays quiet for a moment, his watch remaining sharp and focused on their targeted area despite feeling her gaze lingering on him. Of course he'd thought about that. "I suppose it's crossed my mind once or twice." that's blatant bs, that both of them can spot. He glances at her out of the corner of his eye, "But, I think we both know it's actually a game of patience." The faintest trace of a smile suffuses his features, "It's a matter of who blinks first." He let that sit for a moment. There's an underlying dancing of their words, and it's just the kind of challenging dynamic that always lingered between them. He knew that. "So, if anyone's going to crack... it won't be me." there's a hint of arrogance, his gaze flickering over to her slightly, knowing the weight of his words. "I suppose we'll find out in time."

@ambitiouslyher

[ambitiouslyarch]

" i look forward to it. " she likes that he believes he has a chance. it'll make the victory all the more satisfying. at the end of the day, only one of them will be a fish on a hook and she's already been dangling the bait. to his credit, loid's a tough fish to catch, and his touch and go demeanor has made him difficult to pin down. but, now that she knows she can appeal to his arrogance, to the competitive nature that lies beneath the surface, then she has something tangible to exploit. " let's not get too distracted, though. " nina nods towards their quarry's hideout. " even though it seems our target's not using this safehouse anymore. i'll defer to your expertise, however, @eleutheriya . you're the senior spy, after all. "

[ambitiouslyarch]

i think it's funny that nina has probably had sex more times in her office than in her actual bed at home. to be fair, it's always when no one is there because she's not into doing anything in public in that sense / when people can catch them or are around. but, i also think it's funny because i've said that any sort of intimacy, including sex, is something that comes with a measure of trust. i wouldn't say complete trust, but there's Something there if she's gonna be exposed like that in both a physical and somewhat emotional sense. but, it's like--- i trust you enough to have me but not enough to bring you into my home.