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@bisnero
𝐋𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨... 𝐚 𝐞𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀!
𝗕𝗜𝗦𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗢: 𝑨𝒏 𝑶𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑮𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝑪, 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑲𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒔. 18+ 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞. 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖎𝖓'𝖙 𝖆 𝖋𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓' 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉!
𝗦𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝗟𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳𝗳 '𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀'. 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴!
‘Two years ain’t really much of a sentence, baby.’
@bisnero
‘730 days, give or take.’ She responds before she turns, a plate of food still in her hand. Why had no one told her he was out? She still lives there, she stills spends his money, she still has her routines and her guards and everything that had been left when he had gone…why had no one told her that he was coming home? She would have….done something. Done what? She doesn’t know-shaved, probably….or maybe cleaned up a bit.
Too late now, all that’s left to do is face him. Anthea doesn’t smile….she never really does, and instead gives him an up and down once before returning to that neutral unreadable face. ‘No one told me,’ her voice betrays her, it’s borderline a whine, ‘No one would tell me when you’d be coming back. When you’d be coming home.’
She looks ethereal to him. A goddess in her place, waiting for him to lay worship. He drops the duffel he carried, a gnarly orange shirt poking out from the open top. He'd changed into the suit they'd taken from him, a black satin dragon clawing up its side along the plain but luxurious black fabric of the rest of the jacket. His jewelry had also managed to slip onto his fingers and ears, necklace with her initial dangling around his neck on a heavy chain. He looked like he'd never left but they both knew there'd been a rift. He knew he was going away, knew certain parties couldn't keep his trust for long.
❝ Mami, just C'MERE. ❞
He holds his arms open, fingers spread and she'd see he's shaking. Fear, nothing new to her but the fear of her turning her back? That's NEW. He'd been gone without a word and while she knew it was a possibility, he also knew SHE DESERVED BETTER.
❝ Venta pa' ca, te quiero en mis brazos, muñeca. ❞
He doesn’t have to tell her twice-the plate cast aside as she takes large strides to meet him, arms outstretched, shaking for her. Anthea wraps her own around his neck, claws digging into the smooth fabric of his suit, face buried in his neck. She hangs from him, tip toes skimming the floor as she pushes all of her body on him-he smells like himself but more, stronger…warm and spicy all at the same time. The tears are there, pressing into his neck from her cheeks, and she doesn’t pull away, even as her words are muffled into him.
‘I cannot believe it’s you-‘ she repeats, once, twice, ‘My love, I cannot believe you are here….’
He'd pull her to him tight, hands running down her sides and up the backs of her thighs before SQUEEZING her backside with tattooed hands. He'd feel how plush she still was, warm and firm in his grasp. His hands trail upward to frame her hips as he turns to inhale the scent on her neck. Perfume, faded from a long day could no longer mask her natural scent. He'd nuzzle her golden skin, murmuring apologies as he kissed her there gently.
❝ Next time I pull a trigger 's gonna be CLEAN, baby. Promise. ❞
He'd speak against her flesh, chapped lips rough on picture-perfect skin. HE NEVER COULD BE GENTLE FOR LONG.
Ok. No, he wasn't ok. This is the SHIT he hadn't wanted his uptight, lovable nerd to see. This, who he really was, what he was capable of. In reality, it's easy to go home to cheers and drinks than it is in shame and hesitation. He'd talked a big game, said he'd be GOOD for the other. It's obvious now, THAT WASN'T TRUE.
❝ Only one on y'er side who thinks so. ❞
The accent was there but less heavy. He'd spent too long inside, too long with nothing to do but read and work his body until he couldn't think. It was the only way to sleep. No bravado was needed after the first few fights. He'd even taken someone's eye but, the self defense case had saved his skin. It hadn't changed the fact that it had been all too SATISFYING.
"Because none of them knew you like I did." He admitted softly, putting his hands in his pocket as he bounced on the balls of his feet. 'He didn't mean to be heavy on the word 'did' it had slipped out before he could catch it. Yet the truth was there, because Winn wasn't sure that he knew who the other was anymore. Two years was a long time. Winn was intentional on not checking up on him, deciding that if he truly didn't want to talk to him that it was best he at least respect that wish.
"Plus I'm kind of used to people going silent on me." He bit his lip as he realized how accusatory that sounded. "Not that I'm trying to make you feel bad intentionally or anything. Just that ya know my mom and my dad and then my foster families. It's just a part of life, it happens."
'Don't' he wanted to say. Don't compare me to THEM. He'd done what he'd done to keep Winn ALIVE, not to abandon him. Still, his grimace doesn't come with scathing words like it normally would. He just holds the other's gaze as best he can, takes it on the chin like the man he'd been raised to be.
❝ Yeah, SHIT happens 'round me... So why you here, knowin' all that? ❞
He says it softly, wondering why the other insisted on wasting time on someone like him. Someone who used sex and drugs to escape the outcome of his actions. Of the blood on his hands.
❝ Why're y'so quick t'get wit' me, PAPITO? ❞
He'd near Winn then, reaching to cup his face. If he doesn't shy away, he'd draw him closer just a bit more before waiting for him to answer.
‘Two years ain’t really much of a sentence, baby.’
@bisnero
‘730 days, give or take.’ She responds before she turns, a plate of food still in her hand. Why had no one told her he was out? She still lives there, she stills spends his money, she still has her routines and her guards and everything that had been left when he had gone…why had no one told her that he was coming home? She would have….done something. Done what? She doesn’t know-shaved, probably….or maybe cleaned up a bit.
Too late now, all that’s left to do is face him. Anthea doesn’t smile….she never really does, and instead gives him an up and down once before returning to that neutral unreadable face. ‘No one told me,’ her voice betrays her, it’s borderline a whine, ‘No one would tell me when you’d be coming back. When you’d be coming home.’
She looks ethereal to him. A goddess in her place, waiting for him to lay worship. He drops the duffel he carried, a gnarly orange shirt poking out from the open top. He'd changed into the suit they'd taken from him, a black satin dragon clawing up its side along the plain but luxurious black fabric of the rest of the jacket. His jewelry had also managed to slip onto his fingers and ears, necklace with her initial dangling around his neck on a heavy chain. He looked like he'd never left but they both knew there'd been a rift. He knew he was going away, knew certain parties couldn't keep his trust for long.
❝ Mami, just C'MERE. ❞
He holds his arms open, fingers spread and she'd see he's shaking. Fear, nothing new to her but the fear of her turning her back? That's NEW. He'd been gone without a word and while she knew it was a possibility, he also knew SHE DESERVED BETTER.
❝ Venta pa' ca, te quiero en mis brazos, muñeca. ❞
He doesn’t have to tell her twice-the plate cast aside as she takes large strides to meet him, arms outstretched, shaking for her. Anthea wraps her own around his neck, claws digging into the smooth fabric of his suit, face buried in his neck. She hangs from him, tip toes skimming the floor as she pushes all of her body on him-he smells like himself but more, stronger…warm and spicy all at the same time. The tears are there, pressing into his neck from her cheeks, and she doesn’t pull away, even as her words are muffled into him.
‘I cannot believe it’s you-‘ she repeats, once, twice, ‘My love, I cannot believe you are here….’
He holds her tenderly, fingers finally sinking into the curves of her body. It'd been too long, too long with just his hand and a set of weights. The tender caress travels, and he'd squeeze her rear, burying his face in her neck as he hoists her up and into his arms. He'd hold her, kiss her jawline before stealing another from her lips. It's wet, her tears genuine, and he'd smile, warmth in his gaze meant only for HER.
❝ 'M, had t'tie up them LOOSE ENDS eventually, baby. A sentence ain't shit compared t'what I can really lose... ❞
He kisses her again, tongue and spit mingling between them. He wants to DEVOUR HER, to be on top of her, inside her but most importantly, to REWARD HER for her loyalty and for never proving his love wrong.
@bisnero || continued from here
Winn wasn't entirely sure what he was going to say, he hadn't planned that far ahead. He wasn't surprised that this is where they ended up. There were a million questions on his mind, answers that he wasn't entirely sure he wanted.
"I wouldn't shoot you. I've thought about punching you several times." Mostly on nights when he was alone and had just solved a case. It was easier to be focused on work than thinking about how hard everything else was.
"I'm still mad at you, don't get me wrong. But it's good to know that you're okay."
Ok. No, he wasn't ok. This is the SHIT he hadn't wanted his uptight, lovable nerd to see. This, who he really was, what he was capable of. In reality, it's easy to go home to cheers and drinks than it is in shame and hesitation. He'd talked a big game, said he'd be GOOD for the other. It's obvious now, THAT WASN'T TRUE.
❝ Only one on y'er side who thinks so. ❞
The accent was there but less heavy. He'd spent too long inside, too long with nothing to do but read and work his body until he couldn't think. It was the only way to sleep. No bravado was needed after the first few fights. He'd even taken someone's eye but, the self defense case had saved his skin. It hadn't changed the fact that it had been all too SATISFYING.
Maluma via Instagram
I would have regretted never seeing you again
WINN, THE... BOYFRIEND?
He stands, rolling his cuffs up but pausing when the other walks into the room. Two years, he'd gone down eventually but, his lawyer was a SHARK and he'd managed to screw the city out of a proper sentence. Winn standing there, like he'd never left makes something in his chest tighten.
❝ So... you been wantin' t'see me? ❞
He'd left, hadn't sent for Winn out of pure insurance. He had made enemies, had handled what he needed to and gone looking.
❝ Thought I earned A BULLET fr'm y'at least. ❞
@forthewinn
Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Joaquin Nin, featured in Reunited: The Correspondence of Anais and Joaquin Nin, 1933-1940
is it not better to be feared than loved?
ANTHEA, THE WIFE.
He'd look out onto the Parisian street, the night light and easy. His suit is pristine, her dress hugging every curve the way he liked. He'd been kissing the knuckles of her hand, her question having him pause, a few strands of hair escaping the rigorous gel routine he relied on to frame his slitted brow as he looks up to her in question.
❝ All I know is, when y'look at me, Y'SEE ME... ❞
He draws back but only to slip her hand in both of his as he leans in to speak, the candle light dancing across his face. Where one would see EVIL, she would see ADORATION.
❝ An' when them fucks lookit me, d'ey see THE DEVIL. ❞
He smiles up at her then, having never answered her but somehow, had.
@notyouraveragesecretary
‘Two years ain’t really much of a sentence, baby.’
@bisnero
‘730 days, give or take.’ She responds before she turns, a plate of food still in her hand. Why had no one told her he was out? She still lives there, she stills spends his money, she still has her routines and her guards and everything that had been left when he had gone…why had no one told her that he was coming home? She would have….done something. Done what? She doesn’t know-shaved, probably….or maybe cleaned up a bit.
Too late now, all that’s left to do is face him. Anthea doesn’t smile….she never really does, and instead gives him an up and down once before returning to that neutral unreadable face. ‘No one told me,’ her voice betrays her, it’s borderline a whine, ‘No one would tell me when you’d be coming back. When you’d be coming home.’
She looks ethereal to him. A goddess in her place, waiting for him to lay worship. He drops the duffel he carried, a gnarly orange shirt poking out from the open top. He'd changed into the suit they'd taken from him, a black satin dragon clawing up its side along the plain but luxurious black fabric of the rest of the jacket. His jewelry had also managed to slip onto his fingers and ears, necklace with her initial dangling around his neck on a heavy chain. He looked like he'd never left but they both knew there'd been a rift. He knew he was going away, knew certain parties couldn't keep his trust for long.
❝ Mami, just C'MERE. ❞
He holds his arms open, fingers spread and she'd see he's shaking. Fear, nothing new to her but the fear of her turning her back? That's NEW. He'd been gone without a word and while she knew it was a possibility, he also knew SHE DESERVED BETTER.
❝ Venta pa' ca, te quiero en mis brazos, muñeca. ❞
Maluma via Instagram
DREW STARKEY & DANIEL CRAIG Queer (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino
✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄. ( a collection of dialogue prompts originating from alice in wonderland 2010. adjust as desired. )
you have finally lost your senses.
this venture is impossible.
the only way to achieve the impossible is to believe it is possible.
that kind of thinking could ruin you.
the nightmare, again?
do you think i've gone around the bend?
you're mad. bonkers, off your head.
if you get frightened, you can always wake up.
doubt they'll notice if we never arrive.
who's to say what is proper?
to me, a corset is like a codfish.
i'm sorry. i'm tired, i didn't sleep well last night.
it's always the same, ever since i can remember.
don't most people have different dreams?
there. you're beautiful.
there. you're beautiful. now, can you manage a smile?
at last. we thought you'd never arrive.
[ name ] is waiting to dance with you.
i hope you don't think i've taken advantage of your misfortunes.
do you ever tire of quadrille?
i think you'll do best to keep your visions to yourself.
i was wondering what it would be like to fly.
[ name ], meet me under the gazebo in ten minutes.
but now you've brought it up, you have to tell me.
everyone went through so much effort to keep it a secret.
i don't know if i want to marry [ name ].
shall we take a leisurely stroll through the garden, just you & me?
what an odd thing to say.
i couldn't be more interested, but you'll have to excuse me.
i think i'm going mad.
i don't know. i'm confused, i need time to think.
me? but i'm not the one who's sneaking around.
i think i ... i need a moment.
i am not convinced.
how is that for gratitude?
who are you, if i might ask?
the question is, who are you?
what do you mean by that? i ought to know who i am.
wait, this is my dream. i'm going to wake up now & you'll all disappear.
that's odd. pinching usually does the trick.
did you steal them?
it looks like you ran afoul of something with wicked claws.
well, i'd better have a look.
i'll be fine as soon as i wake up.
what do you call yourself?
all i want to do is wake up from this dream.
i was obliged to kill time until your return.
we simply must commence with the slaying & such.
all this talk of blood & slaying has put me off my tea.
what happened that day was not my fault.
you ran out on them to save your own skin.
what's wrong with you, [ name ]? you used to be the life of the party.
would you like to join us? you're late for tea!
i'm not slaying anything. i don't slay, so put it out of your mind.
wait! you can't leave me here.
you're not the same as you were before.
you were much more ... muchier. you've lost your muchness.
it's not a pretty story.
that is not foretold.
i've been told what i must do & who i must be.
i'll decide where it goes from here.
i make the path.
i've come to you, hoping you would understand what it's like.
and who is this lovely creature?
you're too soft.
the trees seem sad... have you been speaking with them?
rest now. you've done well.
is it not better to be feared than loved?
i'm frightened, [ name ]. i don't like it in here, it's terribly crowded.
you're entirely bonkers. but i'll tell you a secret; all of the best people are.
that's better, you look like yourself again.
why is it you're always too small or too tall?
i don't take orders from big, clumsy, galumphing—
why haven't you mentioned this?
i believe this belongs to you.
i thought we'd settled this.
i suggest you keep a sword on hand.
it is far better to be feared than loved.
it's against my vows to harm any living creature.
here i am, still in one piece.
i would have regretted not seeing you again.
you know what tomorrow is, don't you?
still believe this is a dream, do you?
this has all come from my own mind.
i'm afraid you're just a figment of my imagination.
you would have to be half-mad to dream me up.
i'll miss you when i wake up.
you cannot live your life to please others. the choice must be yours.
when you step out to face that creature, you will step out alone.
nothing was ever accomplished with tears.
don't go. i need your help, i don't know what to do.
i can't help you if you don't even know who you are.
you're just as dim-witted as the first time you were here.
it wasn't a dream at all ... it was a memory.
the sword knows what it wants. all you have to do is hold onto it.
i know what you're doing. you think you can blink those pretty little eyes & i'll melt.
it is MY crown! i am the eldest!
sometimes i believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
so, my old foe, we meet on the battlefield once again.
you are banished. no one is to ever show you kindness.
majesty, i hope you bear me no ill will.
i do not owe you a kindness.
i'll be back again before you know it.
of course i will, how could i forget?
good lord ... are you alright?
i love you, but this is my life. i'll decide what to do with it.
i'll find something useful to do with my life.
shall we speak in my study?
perhaps you'd consider becoming an apprentice.
