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@boogeykill
“Just like the wolves, the more I am wounded, the more dangerous I become.”
— Channing M
soo my exam is over ! right now i’m pretty drained though and need some time to cool down and relax dfghjk b ut i’m excited to get back to rp’ing now
Look at us both. Covered in other people’s blood and talking about morality.
Mitchell (Being Human S2 E8)
okay but this is the soft / tragic ruska roma aesthetic that i need , l ike … wandering around the city in the cold of a russian winter , just having graduated and actually being let outside on a daily basis , trying to find your place in the world and realizing that you might not really have one
“So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence.”
— R. Arnold
czaranovna .
❛ john. ❜ slate of marble , emotionless visage. entire facade cracks the moment familiar frame takes residence in the seat beside her &. corners of lips begin to tug at a smirk. A DANGEROUS MAN ; AN EVEN MORE EXPENSIVE ONE IN HINDSIGHT. gilded coin is dropped along bar top &. slid forward with an index &. middle finger , widow near CHUCKLING to herself while opposite hand allows digits to curl around drink.
❛ someone looks like they’ve had a long night. ❜
@boogeykill· / starter call .
fresh from a job , not more than a nod to the concierge . red dots of crimson still upon white collar as he sits ----- too EXHAUSTED had he been to stop by his room for a change of attire , instead heading straight for the bar . an anger , an unrest that comes with the spilling of blood that needs to be suffocated , quenched first with a burning gulp of strong liquor before he can function . weary eyes track gold coin before they adopt something that could be interpreted as PLAYFULNESS if one doesn’t miss it with a blink . “ that mean your treat ? ”
love the aesthetics of his outfits
ikarvis .
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 . a laugh , no matter how inaudible , is noted down as a win in her book ( or , database , rather ) . humor . huh . who knew a man with a form like ice could be capable of great warmth . and she ? a moth to his flame . when he glances up towards the intricate projector scrawled across the ceiling like an ugly black line of wires , her expression falls slightly . ah , right . it was her tether , holding her back from exploring a world she had only just begun to understand , to document , to immerse herself in .
she chews the inside of her cheek , running through careful options of how to continue . ultimately , she manages a soft sigh . “ well , the company’s working on new tech –– wristbands , for mobility . ” she shakes her own wrist , bracelets clinking together gently to emphasize her claim . “ its in prototype mode currently , but uhh –– ” her amber eyes focus themselves on his drink currently perched on the table in front of him . without hesitation , she reaches over to grasp it . though technically she cannot take it , a holographic version of said drink does manifest into her hand , one that she brings to her lips in a nervous sip . “ –– i can put in a good word for you to the company so you’ll be amongst the first to get it . ” plump lips give a careful smile before taking another sip . “ i hope to see the beach one day . have you been ? ” then her eyes widen slightly . “ that was a silly question , of course you have . ”
excitement fades from her face as rationality of his answer seems to dawn on her ----- a topic he was not supposed to bring up , maybe ? ( he’d not read any instructions beforehand after all . ) teeth graze the inside of his cheek when he notices he’s ROBBED her of that temporary happiness . even when it’s programmed ----- to her it must be real . where do the lines blur ? a less rational part of him wants to keep her happy , wants to enjoy HER SMILE . the prettiest thing that has long - since filled his apartment . she ----- the most lively person that has been present here in a long time .
weary eyes gain a semblance of life watching the holographic glass being lifted off the table . corners of his lips twist into a tired but GENUINE smile . he’s too immersed in work on most days to truly follow every step the technology of their fast world makes . it’s a nice thought : going with someone to the beach he’d so loved , which brings so many memories and which he hasn’t visited on his own in a long time since his wife had passed . melancholy touches the dark orbs of his eyes , wrinkles on either side of them filled with both happiness and sadness as he lowers gaze for but a moment . “ it’s a place worth seeing . i used to enjoy it a lot . . . ” and for the first time , enthusiasm slowly creeps into battered , aging form . “ i’ll take you if possible in any way . ”
please stop repeatedly following me if i haven’t followed you back ppl...
Remember why you started.
ruskaroma .
◜♔ / * @boogeykill liked for a starter , accepting !
𝐕𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐀❜𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 were solely focused on the man she had heard so much about; all bloody and gasping on her doorstep. she knew of him. knew of the contract on his head too, but she had no interest in going after the boogeyman, so she kept inside her house. well, one of the many. admittedly this was almost like a base, the rest were well hidden in case of needing a place to hide. no wonder he stumbled upon this one. ❛❛ what are you doing here 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊 ? ❜❜
lips part to produce voice ; instead he exhales in pain once , twice----- another moment of regaining composure through breaths , then finally “ EXCOMMUNICADO . . . ” in case she doesn’t know . if she does however , then perhaps her ties to his world are still enough to make his intended payment acceptable . bloodied fingers reach inside pocket and with shaky hand he presents a bloody golden coin . naive hope that she’ll take it , that she’ll need it . other hand abandons its position over ribs , its job to keep blood from leaking , to show her a glock devoid of magazine . “ please ----- ”
Lord, please, silence my thoughts so that I can hear your voice.
l.m.c.a
i lied ........ i didn’t like my last header dfgh .. but this one i do
just a quick heads - up that i won’t be very active until february 14 as this is the time until my exam and i'll be needing a lot of time to study . i might reply occasionally but don’t expect much !
I’ve grown familiar with villains that live in my head
Halsey, Control (via goodvibesgonebad)