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#𝔠𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔯 ── muses for thefactionhq as penned by c
𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒓 ─ twenty8 , soldier , triptych , paul mescal 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊 ─ twenty9 , assassin , the wraith , eva de dominici 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒚𝒚𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒛 ─ thirty4 , pr specialist , tohum , melisa pamuk
"I'm no liar, baby." It's the god's honest truth, uttered with conviction. Because Nico is many things; rageful, selfish, and disloyal being chief among them. A man so flawed, his veneer of good looks and traditional name help cover up the cracks. But a liar? No, he is without lies. At least, if one started to count from the last few years.
He's a man, in love with two women. Unable to pick, and so he chooses not to pick. Hanging off the delicate balance between the love of his life and the woman of his dreams. Sighing, he scratches the scruff on his beard.
"I didn't think she'd be there. I thought she was off on a shoot." He's done this for years now. Enough to know how to balance his time and social circles, so that never the twain shall meet. "It must've been a last minute thing." Clearing his throat, Nico presses against the door frame. One hand reaching to cup her waist. She's too far away. When has he ever been able to stay away for too long?
"What did you want me to do? Run off with you? I -- you know our deal at home." Isabella is his wife, the mother of his son. She's family. And with that, comes their deal to keep things on side. But it doesn't matter now, because he can see it in Sumeyye's eyes. Breaking each other's hearts is a cyclical awfulness, second only to being apart. "Let me make it up to you. We can go anywhere. Do anything. Just you and me."
it isn't the thought of nico with her , nor the sight of them together , out in public , that sumeyye finds she really despises in the moment . it is the sincerity behind his words , the fact that nico had given her the truth when he'd said that his wife wouldn't be at the event . it would have been easier to deal with , a concept that sumeyye could rally behind to fuel the anger that has made itself home in her center , in the depths of her core . she has always been the smartest person in the room , but when it came to nico , she found herself to be a fool , caught up in the love that seizes her every time she gazes upon him . it would have made this moment easier , had he lied to her in the first place .
❝ a warning would have been appropriate. ❞ she chides , as she continues to guard her home against him , their home despite how his true residence was elsewhere . even when his hand settles on her waist , the familiarity in his warmth , she fights back against the feelings that shift inside of her , that wish for nothing more than to draw nico in . ❝ don't treat me like i'm some foolish girl. ❞ she proceeds , a light scoff on her tongue . she knows the arrangement , has known of it for some time , and she knows the ramifications if the marriage would fall to divorce . despite how she loves him , has loved him for some time , she finds that the optics of his marriage is more beneficial , given that it is a concept she finds no worth in . and she knows the worth of her own name , that which was built by her sister and herself .
it does not , however , ease the pain that has built , that eases itself into the core of her , right beside the anger . it is a fact of their love , of the marriage that he is unable to break , instead forced to do so of her heart , of his own . it has always been a case of imperfect timing , but she shifts it aside , as she steps forward , steps into him . her hand lifts after a moment , settles onto his chest , ❝ and where is it you'll take me, aşkım? ❞ she questions , in a tone that bleeds into a more amicable territory , into that which she's certain their neighbor is thankful for . ❝ where is it you think will make up for this? ❞ she challenges , as she casts her gaze up into his ever familiar features , the ones that have infiltrated nearly every one of her dreams .
He was named The Wraith for a reason, but Diego is kind enough not to sneak up enough on Ren - or perhaps the more honest answer is he's still too wounded. While normally he wouldn't have an issue with creeping up behind her and seeing just how well she responds and how she handles herself when startled by an unknown force, Diego knows that the wound in his abdomen isn't ready for that much of a physical altercation. That stings perhaps more than anything else about his injury, but downplaying it to everyone else doesn't make Diego ignorant of its implications. "Discussing old business is a waste of time, don't you think?" He replies, irritation over the events at Bacha-Lacha somewhat soothed knowing that a return message has been sent and people were left in disarray. It reminded him of ants sometimes, the way people scrambled in their panic. "Unless you believe someone from that secret task force the Mayor mentioned has infiltrated our organization?" The concept causes Diego to tilt his head, watching her carefully to see her response. Paranoia is an old friend of Diego's and while he doesn't believe the Wraith was a target, only fools assume safety.
the questions are spoken , they settle in the space around them , as they craft thoughts that slip through her mind , on whether she truly considers that one of the task force had found their way into the wraith . she doesn't immediately answer him , her gaze just as intent upon him as his is upon her , but she doesn't remain standing still as her hands work over the weapon . skillful fingers remove the take down pin , they slip over to the charging handle , then the bolt carrier . she removes the pieces , sets them side , as she collects her thoughts on the matter . ❝ if one were to infiltrate the wraith , they would either be extremely skilled or ungodly stupid . ❞ she speaks the words in a neutral tone , words only given warmth by the accent that clings to her tongue , that she hasn't quite lost no matter the years spent within the city . ❝ is that something you are worried about? should i be? ❞ she questions now , for she knows his mind , in a sense of it , and she knows that it is one that she can trust .
Neo let out a half scoff, "Yeah uh-huh." Though he did vaguely remember hearing about that. He wasn't paying too much attention to it all though. "Innocent this time, but who knows what else you are up to." Cian was a thorn in his side. A total case of worry. "Listen here, Guppy. I am not dealing with that shit tonight. I have no ambition of having to go out of my way to make sure you are still breathing." Neo knew that was unlikely to happen though, as much as he claims to hate the kid, he had a need to look after him. "At least try to be a nun for once."
there is a knowing smile that curls at his lips , the kind of smile that speaks volumes , that whispers that it knows something the other doesn't . it settles there , as cian nods his head to neo's words , takes each one in , commits them to memory . ❝ you ever think how we're like princess peach and mario? i always get myself caught up in some shit , and you come to rescue me. ❞ he speaks the words as the smile transforms , grows into this roguish smirk , a hint at how funny he considers his own words . ❝ consider me whoopi goldberg status nun , and not --- well , the nun status , you know what i mean? ❞ he questions , though he wonders whether neo was into scary movies , or maybe he found them as diabolical as cian found them .
Damian knew getting answers from Ren was not going to be a walk in a park. She was skilled and highly trained. The way her facial expressions didn’t give a single hint a way reinforced that sentiment in his head. After all, when dancing with the devil you had to bring your A-game. “Let us.” He repeated after her as he took the pear protection and put it in place. For the taunting of impressing her, Ian had a trick up his sleeve, not something he pulled out often but the result of years of practice. He looked down the range taking his mental measurements, distance, the mark placement, the airflow from the AC unit, “of course.” He flashed her a smile as he pulled out his Nathan Scott move, looking her dead in the eye, he raised his gun and fired off three shots. One hitting center mass, the second hitting the target's crotch and the last was a perfect headshot. “Spill.”
as damian agrees to her challenge , she offers only the barest hint of a smile , the sort that gives nothing away . she could be pleased with his decision , or she could be the viper that hides within the brush , poised , and ready to strike at a moments notice . she collects her own set of protection , settles them into place as she stands back , as she watches him ready the weapon that he brought . her gaze slips over it , noting every curve and line of the gun , memorizes it , in the event she'll ever need to add one to her collection . it's his words that draw her gaze , as she soon finds his own locked upon her , holding it before the first shot , then the second , and finally , a third . she smiles that same one , as she soon peers down the lane , settles her focus upon the paper that still rustles from the force of the bullets . if she's impressed , she gives nothing away , only moves to remove the protection from her ears , settling them back onto the table . ❝ if the wraith had anything to do with it , what would we have gained? a strike to our reputation? ❞ she questions , with a soft lift of one brow , a mix of amusement and sarcasm laced across the grooves of her tongue . ❝ it stands to reason that we wouldn't have been so foolish , to leave anyone affected alive . we aren't amateurs . ❞ she proceeds , opening the conversation with him , an indication that he'd done his best to impress her .
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marcus was no in one of the best moods. swirling rumors, poison getting far too close than he wanted to his people, and now a lack of answers. It was all set to drive him crazy. perhaps it was no surprise the man was in the training center for wraith taking out his frustrations on a punching bag. ren's voice rings through the gym, over the music he was currently blasting. and he turns to face her, sweat pooling down his body. ″ hi marcus, how are you? my, what great form you have. ″ his voice took on a lilt as he mimicked her voice. ″ why, thank you ren. of course I would love to join you in the ring. ″ he reached out and steadied the swaying of the punching bag as he raised his eyebrows at her with his characteristic smirk. no foul mood would effect his interactions with his people. ren looked cagey though, a mood he hadn't seen her in since the later stages of grief after her brother's passing. ″ do you see how that goes, ren? ″ still, he follows her to the ring. marcus knows better than argue with her when she's this pent up with energy.
it isn't the first time , that she's been critiqued on her conversational skills , or rather , lack thereof . ren simply has never seen the point of it , to draw out the inevitable , the root of the conversation that needed to be had . why would she waste time with pleasantries , with filler words that would sooner be lost to the atmosphere than to be held on to . she watches him , like a predator in the open wild , seeks out that which she can exploit , that which she can deem a weakness , all crucial for the ring that awaited them . she sees the smug grin that taunts her , and she makes note to knock it from his lips .
but she says nothing else , not until they are in the ring , until the gloves that cover her knuckles are fitted into place . she flexes her fingers , shifts her weight from one foot to the other . she is nearly vibrating , with the pent up energy that flows through her , that makes a home within the confines of her chest . then she steps closer to him , eliminating that space quickly that lingered , that separated one from the other .
❝ no , because your form could use some work . ❞ she doesn't sugarcoat the words , but whether he believes them to be true is for himself to decide , as she gives nothing away , no indication one way or the other . instead , she reaches out her hands , taps them on his own . before she spins , quick , as she immediately goes for his legs , her own sweeping at his . ❝ why are we waiting , letting these rumors back us into a corner? ❞ she questions as she draws back up to her full height , as her hands raise before her , as she shifts on the balls of her feet , she is ready for his counter .
starter. marcus , ( @dcvilsxadvocate ) location. wraith gym / training area
her skin crawls , itches with the need to do something , anything , that doesn't involve sitting on her hands . but she knows where the common eye strays , understands how the gazes have shifted , how they focus on the wraith , tohum , seeking out someone to blame for what had happened . it's a beast inside of her , clawing at her ribcage , wanting freedom . but she knows what releasing it will mean , and so she comes here , to the training area that will give her the outlet that she needs . she doesn't expect to see him , within the depths of the gym , working his own need from his bones . but she doesn't hesitate , steps through the various machines until she is near enough to him . ❝ we need to talk . you , me , the ring . ❞ she clips the words , because she can't ignore that which that resonates in her chest , at the back of her mind .
setting: ren and isabella at the torrio family home | @cfichor
they had the home to themselves. yet again. nico was out and isabella was not quite sure this time. perhaps it was business or perhaps he was seeking out his mistress. the rules were when he left he would always tell her any number of reasons besides him sticking his dick in another woman. she was sure there were times where the reasons and places he gave were true - he was a busy man as one of the triumviates. but she was also sure some were merely lies. how much of a farce this marriage was!
″ what do you think? this vintage is a particularly old one, we got it on one of our more recent trips to italy. ″ isabella filled both of their glasses generously as they had the house to themselves. PJ was out with a nanny and so the vast halls of the home was their private oasis for now. ″ but enough about wine. how are you recovering? ″ after bacha lacha that was.
the home scented of a particular smell , the kind that followed a man who thought too highly of himself , the scent that one would associate with a boy who played at being a man . it was no surprise , ren's distrust of the man of the house , the very one that had made himself scarce that evening , leaving isabella to her own devices , leaving open a perfectly good space for ren to claim . she lounges in the seat , having already made herself more than comfortable , it certainly wasn't her first time in the torrio home , and it wouldn't be her last either . she is as familiar to the home as its owners , as its staff , as the dust bunnies that no doubt hide beneath the fridge .
❝ i think you spoil me a bit more each time i come over , mi amor . ❞ she teases , as she lifts up her refilled glass , though she doesn't yet take another sip from it . the wine has eased into her bloodstream , has begun to work its magic on her senses , but the reminder of the shoot out draws a seriousness to her , for a mere moment , before she's smiling like the predator she is . ❝ oh , i've recovered just fine . unfortunately , the same can't be said for the man who guarded me with his life . ❞ unwillingly , perhaps , but who cared for semantics .
starter. stella , ( @pcisonpctal ) location. hollow point precision
❝ you'll get your shipment when i say you'll get it . ❞ she nearly growls into the phone , annoyance the very taste buds on her tongue , as she soon discards the item on the desk beside her . she knows that such a deal should be handled with care , precision , but she finds the very sound of the man's voice a vexation in the hollow of her chest . the kind that makes it nearly impossible to not want to shatter something , or shoot something . she hears the footsteps before she sees her , and for a moment , she considers lashing out , at whoever has come to expand that annoyance . but the sight of stella stills her , eases the grip of anger that has curled its fingers around her . ❝ hello , mi amor . ❞ she practically purrs , as her gaze lifts to settle on stella , a soft smile now curled upon her lips . ❝ if you've come looking for diego , he isn't around . ❞
MELISA ASLI PAMUK ERKEGE GÜVEN OLMAZ, EPISODE 3
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There was a poise to Ren, to a random eye, she was the pinnacle of beauty. Like she was kissed by an angel. Everything about her fir the definition of perfection and yet, she was one of the deadliest people he knew. "I'm pretty sure that's what everyone heard." He bellows back as he drops his case at the range countertop. He looked down the alleyway at the fresh targets put out. "I came here to shoot." He says as he takes his gun from the case and loads a clip. "But I would be amiss to not want to know your side of the story, the truth behind the accusations. I'm sure the implications of the news aren't good for your organization." He paused for a beat as he looked up at her, "Whatever is going on around here, I have a sick feeling strings are being pulled and this is only the start."
the word has eased its way through the streets , through the vines of the grapes , tantalizing any ear that wished to bend to it , to seek out the whispers of what the wraith had potentially done . but ren makes no visible reaction to his words , to the furthered remarks of accusations and allegations , she gives nothing away . only as his weapon of choice is pulled out , does she make any further comment or move , ❝ then let us shoot . ❞ she advises as she steps closer , collecting a pair of ear protection from a nearby table . ❝ impress me , and maybe i'll be more forthcoming with my side of the story . ❞ as the challenge slides across her tongue , she holds up the set of ear protection for him , the kind that muffles just the sound of the rapid gunfire . ❝ if you think you can . ❞