𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔

[cfichor]

#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

[songsaboutroses]

"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."

[cfichor]

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  .

[silentends]

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.

[cfichor]

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  .

[burningxheaven]

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."

[cfichor]

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  .

[burningxheaven]

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.”

[cfichor]

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  .

[jennifersbod]

#mood

[basketcasemp3]

[spencerhastinghs-deactivated201]

[dcvilsxadvocate]

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.

[cfichor]

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  .

[cfichor]

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  .

[glitterxgcld]

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.

[cfichor]

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  .

[cfichor]

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  .  ❞

[maggierogers]

[peachygifs]

MELISA ASLI PAMUK ERKEGE GÜVEN OLMAZ, EPISODE 3

[andrew-garfielld]

PAUL MESCAL Ph. by Greg Williams for Hollywood Authentic (Nov 15, 2024)

[maurawrites]

Eva De Dominici as Nadia Morales THE CLEANING LADY

[burningxheaven]

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."

[cfichor]

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  . ❞