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@controllingnadia
nomadaspen·:
“I’m sorry, are you talking to me? You don’t even know me.”
“Do you see anyone else here?” Nadia asked rolling her eyes at the younger female. “I know and I’m not even psychic. Mind-blowing, isn’t it? I bet you’re wondering how I know that you're in anger management classes.”
“Looks like someone has been skipping their anger management class.”
crazyxavy·:
❝ what’s the worst possible death you can think of ? asking for a friend . ❞
Nadia pulled her lips down with a raise of her brow seriously considering the question. She had killed many people over the years in numerous ways, some she had dragged out -- making their deaths slow and painful others had been quick and boring. The slow ones were always her favourites, of course. “Good question.” It lingered for a moment, her gaze drifting away until she pulled it to meet his abruptly. Her gaudy smile ripping like a stitch across her face. “Setting someone alight is always a good one, smells quite tasty too - like a barbequed chicken - but then you don’t get to see their life leaving their eyes which is one of the best bits.” She replied with a shrug before leaning closer in as she placed her elbow on the table and rested her chin on her hand. “I won’t share my favourite method with you but some of the best and most violent deaths happened back in the middle ages so that’s always a fun place to start.”
earthboundjean·:
Jean nodded, pressing his lips together with wide puppy eyes. “Yeah, of course, um, no problem… It just looked nice. But, I uh, won’t do it again?” He sounded unsure and looked to the other for confirmation. The blond fiddled with his cap for a moment before responding. “Yeah, when I was young… so I don’t really remember the city much. But I think it was nice?” He shrugged.
“Good.” The blonde nodded, throwing the male a smile pleased with his answer. “Then what do you remember?” Nadia quizzed cocking her head to the side slightly before letting her gaze fall back down to her postcard. She’d had many opportunities to travel there but she didn’t want to ruin the image she’d built in her head.
crazyxavy·:
“What a fool he is. He brought it on himself, in that case.” Xavier tutted with a shake of his head. “A gentleman should know never to throw out pet names as if he has any familiarity with a complete stranger. You clearly deserve a name far greater than pumpkin.”
Nadia narrowed her eyes at the male, stepping forward to close the gap between them. “Are you mocking me?”
loganemery:
“You can try, it would sure be interesting to see it happen but I think that guy might have something to say about it.” Logan shrugged as she pointed over her shoulder, to where Levi was sat watching. “He’s a tad protective you see.” Obviously if he wasn’t there, she wouldn’t have been quite as confident but the girl couldn’t help wondering whether the stranger would actually go through with her threat. “Once. With my brother.” At the admission, Logan couldn’t help but go silent as she was reminded once again of Jamie.
The blonde looked over the female’s shoulder to see who she was gesturing to. Her gaze lingered for a moment observing the male. To most he would have seemed intimidating, maybe even scary but Nadia was still yet to come across someone who stirred such feelings in her. “детские игрушки.“ She gave a shrug before giving the male a smile and a small wave. “I eat men like him for dinner, but nice try little girl. You’d be dead before he even managed to stand up.” Nadia warned tilting her head slightly as she smiled at the brunette. “Not to worry though дорогая, I really like this dress so I shan't kill anyone unless my hand is forced.” She replied smoothing down the fabric as she gave a bright smile. Her attention was taken away from London as she picked up on the girl’s body language. “Your dead brother?” She asked unsympathetically, almost fishing for more information.
Nadia tsked, shaking her head. “Touch my things again and I’ll put my pen through your neck.” The blonde plucked the postcard out of the person’s hand before placing it back down on the table in front of her. The back of the postcard was blank, it had never been sent yet it had sentimental value. It was a pretty picture of the Palace of Westminster, a place she had never visited. “And no, it’s not from someone. I happen to like London. I have always wanted to visit. Especially the palaces. Have you ever been?”
crazyxavy·:
“Can I ask what they did that made you resort to such measures? Not that I disagree with you measures, I’m just curious.”
“He called me pumpkin," Nadia replied, her Russian accent coming across strong with the pet name as she glanced at the blond before looking back down at the unconscious male. “свинья” The blonde scrunched up her nose before spitting in his direction.
Nadia gave a sigh, shrugging as she looked down at the person she’d just knocked out slumped on the floor. “I guess I made a bad call, but I have no idea what I could have done differently.”