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@aryadna-slezak
“Noticing her smile he only knows he was right. He could break her, leave her sobbing on the floor if he really wanted to, but he could also build her back up and make everything alright again, he could put that smile on her face. He also knew she could do the exact same thing to him, but somehow he trusted her with it. She had his heart in her hands and it was hers to do as she pleased. Yet for as much as it scared him, he wasn’t going to take it back” .
SHIP AESTHETICS [03/?] - Aryadna Slezák & Lukas Richmond
THIS IS WAR - St. Mary’s Saga edition
the good: Quinn Taylor and Brian Webb the evil: Orion Hearst and Frederick Knight the soldier: Jon Wolfe and Archer Shepherd the civilian: Adela Hart, Sasha Cohen and Julian Blackthorne the martyr: Sophia Bleek and Genevieve Woodsen the victim: Anya Ellington, Viviana Bellinari and Adam Warren the prophet: Sebastien Woodsen and Benjamin Wainwright the liar: Lukas Richmond and Aryadna Slezák the honest: Arianna Carrington and Ingrid Blackwood the leader: Matthew Grey-Cohen and Catherine Crowe the pariah:Russell Hier, Corinne Blackwood and Tristan Tillstrom the victor: Phoenix Hearst and Charlie Crowe the messiah: Caitlin Grey-Cohen and Echo Enderson
❝He saw the darkness in her beauty. She saw the beauty in his darkness.❞
I do not spew profanities. I enunciate them clearly, like a fucking lady.
(via fakenasty)ut (via the-icarus-theater-at-noon)
We didn't have a stick of furniture. We would have picnics in the living room. We ate when we felt like it. Stayed up all night when we wanted. We vowed never to fall into routine, to go to bed or wake up at the same time. We lived on that mattress.
“Whatever.” He waves her off, doesn’t bother to argue further. “Yo, it comes with my awesomeness. Take it or leave it.” He shrugs off with his arms wide open, grinning. “You don’t make me do shit. I just tolerate you enough.” He scoffs. No one makes him do their shits. “Yeah, well, if you give a shit about him, you’d come visit him more often. He’s fine.” And it’s not a lamb anymore. It’s a grown-ass sheep. “Technicality.” He points at her with a pointed look. “Doesn’t change the fact that you started it.” Greg rolls his eyes. “That’s totally different! Those shits are weird by nature and it’s just the way things are. But remembering everything, man. Those are freakish shit in normal shit. That’s weird, like, weird-weird.”
“What’s awesome about that? You don’t even swing for my team, Gregie. If you did maybe I’d agree. Just maybe. But you don’t, so your attributes are useless” she replied with her usual bluntness and unabashed demeanor. “You kept Dick. Not everyone would have put up with that” she pointed out with a smirk. “Clearly I don’t or I wouldn’t have dumped him with you. Aww it’s good to hear your son has reached his teenage years” Arya told him with a teasing tone, giving him a pat on the shoulder. The Clairvoyant just waved off his comment and shrugged like it didn’t really matter. She’d gotten some information out of him, that’s all that really mattered. “You’re such a Neanderthal. Having eidetic memory is not that weird, Gregie, get over it. So if it bothers you that much dump your fuck buddy and find someone else, end of story”.
“Uh-huh. Thank you so fucking much.” He replies indifferently, going back to his task. Arya is one of very few friends he didn’t share with his brother. Most of his friendship died with Derek. Other than that, he had been fed up by the legacy bullshit and merry bands of Hearst. “Nope. I didn’t even get into my dick. I was talking about my ass.” His ego knows no bound. “Keep on believing that, Slezak, though you are obviously delusional.” Though Greg doesn’t insist. Whatever Lukas and Arya has, and however weird that is, it’s different than what Greg has with her as she has pointed out– and ew, no– “What, you went through my subconscious and shit?” He gives her a look, before shrugging it off. “I always think about sex. He was the latest.” Of course, now that she is here, there is no way in hell he can continue to work. “Yeah, that, ei.. shit. That doesn’t freak you out?”
“You love me and you know it” the Clairvoyant teased her friend, giving him a nudge. “Okay, awesome, you have a grand ass for sex. Can we move on from the topic or you still need to keep measuring your ego with your dick and your butthole?” Arya asked with a completely calm tone, tilting her head to the side. “Honey, you do stuff for me. I single-daddy’ed you when I dropped a fucking lamb in your room and you basically raised him as your child” she pointed out with a raised eyebrow. She’d told him to look after Dick and Gregie ended up cuddling with that damn lamb. “By the way, how’s Dick? I haven’t seen him in a while”. She shook her head before running a hand through the messy curls “No, I just picked something about sex and Cross. I actually took a wild shot assuming those two were related, and once we started talking you confirmed it” she told him with a smirk. Perceiving minds worked that way often for her, she picked up bits and pieces and by pretending she knew the whole thing, people ended up blurting out everything. “Nope. Viktor, a friend of my brother’s has eidetic memory too” she replied with a shrug. Sure, upon meeting Viktor it had been impressive, but not something to be freaked out about “Gregie, you’re surrounded by people can perceive your thoughts, create force fields or teleport. And good memory freaks you out? Even regular humans can have eidetic memory, it’s not a big deal”.
“Yeah, yeah, you the only sunshine of my life. Eyes of my apple.” He makes shit up as he goes, “you can basically hear joy in my tone.” Rather it is oozing with sarcasm. “Ha-ha. Fuck you. I’m a fuckin’ catch. Guys go crazy with this. Good sex, four times– his words not mine. That’s how good I am.” Greg points at himself arrogantly. “What the fuck are you even talkin’ about? I’m the most important man in your life, Slezak, including Richmond.” He looks up from the screen, grinning. “And I wasn’t thinking about him. You asked.” He adds. “No, not like that. I mean, I was drunk. He was sober, I think. But not like that. He remembers what I said or did, in details.” He finds that disturbing as much as he doesn’t like someone peeking inside his head– yes, Slezak, get the fuck out. He glares at her as he is forced to scoot.
“I know, your shitty life’s meaningless without me to brighten your days” she replied with a sweet smile, playing along to what he’d just said. Arya raised an eyebrow as Gregie went on talking about how he was oh so good in bed. “Are you done bragging about your dick?” she said, not impressed at all by what her friend just said. Men and their ego... “Yes, of course you are. Only because you’re my bitch and I keep you to do stuff for me. Lukas is there for more ‘interesting’ things, and I have no use for you in that area” the girl replied with her trademark ‘fuck you’ smile. What she said was half a lie, not the part of him being her bitch, but the part of him being more important that Lukas. Gregie had nothing on Lukas. “I just got hints from your mind and then asked. And then you blurted the story on your own” her words are accompanied by a shrug. “What’s the big deal? Bravo, you were finally memorable for one of your fucks” she mentioned in a slightly condescending tone “Or does he have like eidetic memory and I’m supposed to be as freaked out about it as you are?”.
“Oh, great.” Greg mutters under the breath. He doesn’t bother to look up from the laptop. He doesn’t give a good damn about the gossips and talking behind his back. The problem is this one talking in front of him. “Well, I got drunk and horny. He was around.” shrugs him without a shame. Then he pauses for a moment before asking, “did you know that fucker remembers everything? I mean, everything.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know you’re thrilled to see me, Gregie” Arya said with a grin, not giving a fuck that he seemed anything but glad to see her. “Really? Huh. He really must’ve been desperate” she pointed out with a teasing tone. “And no, people aren’t gossiping about it, your life is not that important to all us, Booker. But you know, you were thinking about it, so...” the blonde said with an innocent smile. “What, you blacked out or something? You don’t remember squat and he recalls that he fucked a little moron?” she mentioned with a carefree shrug before moving to take a seat by his side, causing him to scoot over a little.
“Cross!? Dominic Fucking Cross?” the blonde asked with a loud tone, not bothering at all to be discreet. Subtlety had never been her strongest suit. Prying into people’s private affairs by perceiving their mind, on that she was an expert. “I never pegged you for one to sleep with a professor for grades, Greggie” she said with a teasing smirk.
Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.
Josephine Hart, Damage (via larmoyante)
AU SHIP: LET'S GROW A CANCER - 4
About a year ago, Greg Booker lost his brother in one of their Resistance missions. He didn't quit the Resistance just because he wanted to see Hearst fall, but ever since he started working solo. Of course he was less than pleased when he had no say and some dumb blonde was assigned as his partner for a series of missions. Soon enough Aryadna proves to him that she's anything but dumb and that her hacking skills paired up with her Clairvoyance are the reason she got this job alongside one of the Resistance's best. Despite their rough start together, they soon learn they're not as different from each other as they initially thought and they learn to trust and rely on each other. In time Greg and Arya truly become partners in crime, having each other's backs at all time.
So you're a vegetarian?
Greg tilts his head to the side, looking up and down as if he’s checking her out. “I guess you’re not that bad… Do you have any relative I can hit on?” Laughing lightheartedly, he just shrugs off. “I can’t hear you over my ragged handsomeness. C’mon, man, stop criticizing my sandwich. You’re hurting its feeling.” He doesn’t think his sandwich is bad at all. Actually, compare to what he puts in his mouth, sandwich with all the greens and whatnot is an improvement. He’s not that picky with food. “Aaaaaand there goes the sandwich.” Greg deadpans, putting down the sandwich on the dish. “Well, then don’t give me a reason to cut you. As long as you stay out of my way, or don’t stab me in the back, you’ll be fine. It’s simple as that.” It’s the matter of necessity. Greg wouldn’t hurt Arya unless the circumstance requires him to. He wouldn’t enjoy it, but if he has to do it, he would. It would be a shame, though. “Fine, hacking his phone was a little bit personal. Apparently he’s fucking weirdly attached to it.” He mutters under the breath. “He stabbed me in the back. Half-literally, because he actually attacked me.” It has become somewhat personal. He let himself care for that bastard— a tiny bit, and bam, he got betrayed. Also that bitch is annoying as fuck. “It doesn’t matter. He’s one of those Genesis bitches so we go after him. Good enough reason?”
(She rolls her eyes when all she gets is a 'not that bad', but well, maybe that was the best she could get from someone who wasn't even attracted to her gender) Nope, all gone. Courtesy of Hearst (she manages to infuse a bit of a humorous tone, but there was a hint of bitterness behind her words). Fine, your sandwich is fucking amazing. Happy? (she dismisses his wordswith a wave of her hand, not really meaning anything she'd just said. Merely for the sake of moving past his disgusting sandwich). What? Sex talk makes you uncomfortable? (she smirks and laughs a bit as she perceives he gave up on eating his sandwich) Of all people, I never thought it'd make you uncomfortable. (An eyebrow arches at his words and then she nods. She doesn't say anything about what he thought about regarding her, but deep down she knew that he'd actually grown fond of her even if he wouldn't say it) Fine. Same goes for me. You stay on my good books, we can go on being friends and making a living hell of those who piss us off (she grins, kind of looking forward to what Greg and her were planning for the poor bastard they were going after). Oh fuck, he's the one who got you all beaten up that time? (Well, she didn't see that one coming... But she definitely remembered what had happened to Greg when the Genesis went on a killing spree a couple of months ago). Honey, that's all the reason I need (she states with a smirk, because she had quite the personal vendetta against all Genesis for what had gone down in New Orleans).
So you're a vegetarian?
Oh, she’s being cocky. “Please. I can handle anything. But then again, I’d enjoy it more if you were a man. Now that’s something I can handle.” Smirking, he cocks up his chin a bit jokingly. “Ruggedly handsome, you mean. Beside, what’s wrong with my sandwich? It has vegetable. Tomato thingy. And meat. Seriously, I’m eating healthy as fuck.” He gives her a frown that he used to give Derek whenever he made a comment about his eating habits. “See? That’s what you’ve done to me, Slezak. I’m fucking paranoid thanks to you. Fuck, I’d need a support group for this. Does Richmond have one he attends?” He jokes but with fake-serious tone of his, fake-concern for his own mentality written on his face. “Keep up with that shit and you will learn that people sometime cut things they like.” Greg replies with the state-of-art ‘fuck you kindly’ smile. “Credit card? What are we, an amateur? If we get his phone duplicated we can track that bitch down to his friendly psycho’s den. Also, I think this nerd stores all his personal info in his phone. We can make new credit cards with those. But I wouldn’t stop you. Pull whatever shit you want, Slezak. This brat had it coming.” He smiles to himself. Revenge is the sweetest of all, really. He loves it so much.
I'd be a pretty sexy dude, I'm sure. My family has good genes. You should've seen my brother (she replies with a bit of a humorous tone, and a confident smirk after that). No, I said haggard. If I meant ruggedly handsome I would've said it (she points out with an arched eyebrow) And that sandwich looks like jail food. (She can't help but burst out laughing when he mentions she'd turned him paranoid. Oh if he knew how many times she'd hear something similar coming from Lukas. He'd always bitch about that and the languages, but deep down, she knew he'd warmed up to both things. Everybody did. Booker might one day) Nope, he just has sex with me and forgets all about it (she shrugs and then grins in a bit of a cocky manner). You cut me, I'll put your powers to the test and see if you can grow your balls back (she replies in a sweet, innocent tone before she gives him an even angelical smile). Excuse you, asshole? I'm not an amateur, I learnt to hack and steal shit when I was like twelve. I bet you were just learning to spell your name or jack off at that time. You have no idea how much you can get from a damn credit card, besides we get to use his money, which is always a nice plus. And we don't need some stupid GPS shit, I just need to tap his shoulder or something to get a better perception of him and I can track him. But sure, if you want to steal his phone to feel accomplished, by all means do it (she says the last bit on a heavy teasing tone). Okay, let's make this bastard regret...whatever the hell he did to piss you off.
So you're a vegetarian?
"I know. I’m simply irresistible. Sadly, I don’t swing that way." Greg replies dryly, ignoring her sarcasm. "Do I look like a man who gives a shit about what food go into my stomach? As long as it has calorie, I’m good, man." He shrugs as he takes a bite of his sandwich. Unlike his twin who insisted on having a proper meal, Greg is set on more practical view with food. And it’s not like Derek is here to nag him… Sometime it surprises him how long he has been gone without his better half, actually. He used to think he wouldn’t last a month. "Get the fuck out of my head— oh, for God’s sake, I should just hire someone who can speak moron." Sighing exaggeratedly, Greg shakes his head fake-mournfully. "Really? Well, mostly it’s a shit but hey, whatever floats the boat. Either way my head is half full with those so stay out of i— stop smirking, I’ll cut you." He threatens in void attempt to stop her from being a smug. He should just develop a tool to block a mind reading. "Whatever it is, it’s both annoying as fuck." He grumbles as he fails to keep a sliced piece of tomato stay between the bread. Eating sandwich with one hand is hard, and annoying. "Awesome. His shift must be over now so we gotta wait till the next time. Don’t wanna get ambushed by psychos again. He works at a cafe, good time to interact with him.” And by interact he means annoys the fuck outta bitch and tries to hack into the phone. “Oh, man, this is gonna be good. I can’t wait to watch that bitch crumble.”
(She raises her eyebrows lightly as he points out he didn't swing her way, as if she didn't know already. She'd freaking helped him get a dude at a bar with her clairvoyance) Honey, you wouldn't be able to handle this even if you swinged my way (she says, her words being accompanied by a condescending pat on his back). You look like a man who should, no wonder you look so haggard, eating all that shit (she says with a carefree tone, suddenly realizing that commenting on appearance was a Lukas thing to do. Damn, he'd really rubbed off on her... But anyway, she'd always cared a bit about food and health because of her hobby of cooking). Gregie, you hallucinate that I'm perceiving your thoughts far more often than I actually am. I'm just smart like that (she grins innocently at him, though it was all just a facade of course. An innocent smile hiding a smirk that wanted to emerge). No, you won't cut me. You like me, Gregie. And you wouldn't hurt me (she shrugs lightly, a big of a smug smile on her lips. Whether he liked it or not, the two of them had actually become friends, even if he would never admit it. Friends didn't cut friends, so she was safe. If he did, she'd fucking ruin his life, she was good at that kind of retaliation anyway). I'm just saying, so at least when you bitch about me, you know you're bitching about the right thing, not whatever stupid thing you think I can do. (Arya nods as Greg speaks about his little plan and a small smirk starts to form on her lips) Sounds fun. But we're just hacking into a phone? That's so kindergarten, Gregie. If he has debit and credit cards we can double the fun (she grins, because that was one of her specialty areas).
