Peter Solarz
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@eaterofhearts
“just browsing is all--” barbra kept her head down at the convenience store. her red hair fell over her face to cover a black eye she received the morning prior. “look-- i don’t think now is a great time to make small talk. i’d just like to find some milk and get home.” she folded her arms and turned away.
Minerva found herself scoffing at the woman’s use of sarcasm, an amused smile tugged at the corners of her mouth revealing pearly white teeth. “I missed you dearly, darling. Did you miss me?” There is an undertone of playfulness in her otherwise monotone voice as she motions for the younger woman to walk along with her. “You humor me, Barbie. Did you truly follow me for a hug?”
“Of course I did. It’s impossible to simply forget a beautiful face like yours.” Barbra winked and strolled along next to the blonde. “Of course not. I don’t do hugging-- unless it’s to literally stab someone in the back. I don’t believe I intend to do that to you.”
❛ I value my alone time and I don’t like sharing. ❜ After he shut his door, he followed the ginger inside. He took a seat farther across from the woman, his elbow arched up on the arm of the chair and he smoked his cigar blissfully. ❛ Is something needed from me?? Because I can’t fathom the idea of a woman like you casually visiting a man like me. ❜
“A woman like me? What type would that be exactly?” She said with a sly grin growing on her lips. “I’ve had an exhausting day, dear, after shooting three men point blank I think it calls for some unwinding time.”
“well perhaps it was a bit of a dramatic exit, but i simply cannot stand those outrageous prices…absolute bullshite, if you were to ask me. also, there was the small matter of him still being alive that i simply cannot allow to continue.”
“lucky me that mine’s actually in the ground. he was a bright man but i’m not one for competition. so he had to be eliminated.” barbra smirked as she flipped her red hair over her shoulder.
now barbra was the type of agent he WANTED in his corner. sure, she could be a WHIRLWIND of pure rage at times but she got the job done as QUICKLY as he could. the only DOWNFALL to it was, unlike apep, she was an ANXIOUS one. he stood straight with his arms folded behind him. ❝ i thought we were going to play NICE today. ❞ apep joked. within seconds, he could hear the sound of her hostler RUSTLING as she reached for the gun. he sharply turned, ❝ our current base can be EASILY comprised from a slight DISTURBANCE, put the gun away. ❞ it sounded more of a demand than a suggestion but, UNDERNEATH that mask – e v e r y t h i n g sounded like a demand. ❝ and we’re not ENTIRELY done with our guest here. ❞
“And we’ll kill whoever actually runs towards the gun shot. I mean, they’d have to expect it running to the danger.” Barbra’s eyes never left the person in the chair, almost like Apep wasn’t in the room and she was just speaking to herself. “They’re a worthless waste of our time, sir. I’m done dragging this out now.”
❝ it TRULY warms me that you think you’re special. ❞ apep spoke calmly with a hint of annoyance in his tone. ❝ — you’re not SPECIAL. ❞ he spat while turning on his heels, his beaten mask glistened underneath the fluorescent light of WHATEVER cheap warehouse ICHOR managed to hide in for time being. the masked man relaxed his shoulders and towered at six-foot-six; he leaned in close to WHOMEVER d a r e d to comprise the program he’d sworn his LOYALTY to. ❝ you’re REPLACEABLE, just another pawn we can easily swap for another. you are not immune to PUNISHMENT either. you’ve sworn loyalty to us and you will keep it. ❞ his hands were placed at his sides as he leaned in close, his head titled. ❝ consider yourself lucky, next time there will not be a WARNING. ❞
Barbra hated toying with the captured. With her, they all died eventually anyway. Even when she caught the wrong person she had them instantly killed. So standing in the back of the room, arms folded as she watched Apep give his speech she started to slowly walk forward. “Who’s to say they won’t do it again, hm?” She never gave the benefit of the doubt and her hand was already reaching for the gun in her holster.
❛ dude. ❜ tony started sounding less intimidating than he usually did. truthfully it was because he wasn’t in the mood. everyone was in a bar late at night for the same fucking reason, they were tired and wanted to be alone with their thoughts just for a second. ❛ seriously, chill out. ❜ he sighed, annoyed that he was even having this conversation. for once he thought he’d found the one bar in london that didn’t have their floors blood-stained. ❛ we get it, you can tear us all apart with your bare-fuckin’-hands. but look around, no one gives a shit. ❜ tony lifted the rim of his glass to his lips before devouring his scotch whole. ❛ have a drink, it’s on me. find your happy place. think about unicorns, rainbows, n’shit — or whatever is that’ll get those sick thoughts outta your fuckin’ head. ❜
Barbra stood there, staring at him as she grabbed a towel to wipe the blood off her knuckles. “Come on, Tony, that was my happy place.” She sneered, moving to sit by him waiting for that drink. Barbra had a very, very short temper. And the other man happened to run it pretty quick while saying some crude names towards her.
‘ are you following me or just checking out my ass ? ’
“It is a nice ass.” She teased.
Bellona lowers her tablet, glaring at a person situated on the other side of the café. “Excuse me—” she calls out in a hostile tone. “—can I help you? You’ve been staring at me for several minutes.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, darling. The mural on the wall behind you is just-- exquisite.”
The streets in London were busy. Traffic was at its worse, but in Minerva’s case, this was exactly what she needed. She had a feeling someone had been following her for the longest time, and all it took was an inconspicuous turn of her head to confirm her suspicions. Rather than crossing the road like she had originally planned, she abruptly stopped in her tracks and turned around to face the individual who was causing the unsettling waves of discomfort in her stomach. “Hello. May I help you?” She asked in a soft and polite voice as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Miss me?” Barbra raised a brow when the blonde she had been following suddenly whirled around. “Come on, where’s my hug?” She grinned at the familiar face while sarcastically holding her arms out. “Not all of the sudden now, Minnie.”
❛ Come at the worst possibly time, would you. ❜ Tony scoffed with a cigar hanging from his lips. ❛ Just save me the story, tell me what you need and you can be on your way. ❜
“If you worried about me barging in on your smoking time, Tony, hand one over and you could actually have someone to talk to for once.” Barbra said quite bluntly and took a seat in an arm chair-- “Can I not come see an old friend?”
in all honestly, he’s just not a morning person. pastel colours streak an azure sky, & the buttery hints of a rising disk are just beginning to peer over haphazardly-placed buildings, but all the irish male can focus on is the blissfully warm beverage that’s slowly defrosting the ice that’s dug its way into his veins. he’s not even sure why he’s out of bed this early — — it’s too early to be alive, & it’s definitely too early to be in contact with other people. ‘ top o’ the mornin’ t’ye. ’ the sarcasm that winds itself into an acerbic tone is BITING as cerulean optics peer up, gazing at the other figure through layers of feathered lashes & tousled blonde locks that obscure his vision. ‘ s’too early t’be fuckin’ alive. ’
“Morning.” Barb took a seat next to the boy with her own travel mug of coffee in hand, along with a book. “Is it? I quite like it when it’s barely morning and icy out. The cold stings to your face-- maybe it’s just me, but that’s one of my favorite feelings.” She sipped quietly on her coffee, looking around. “I don’t think I like London as much as New York though--”
❛ And it should open … like … this — oh, fuck. ❜
“That-- under any circumstance-- was not correct at all.. Why do I waste my time with you?”
text message ✉ _____.
MAVIS: for the last goddamn time i'm not sending you another nude pic or one in my lingerie. take a cold shower i don't give a fuck. i'm in a raggedy old t shirt with ice cream stains on it deal with it bitch.
MAVIS: is this even the right number omfg i'm sorry for showing you my true colors.
MAVIS: #hoelifeistheonlylife
BARB: yeah, wrong number baby girl
BARB: but if it's any consolation I'd ask for you in a raggedy shirt over lingerie any day ;)
“No, I don’t. I’ve just heard rumors about it.”
Barbra squinted her eyes, “Bummer. The job would’ve paid a hell of a lot.”
how do you feel about hyperion?
she heard of the things i could do— mostly what interested her was my ability to inflict immense pain on someone and not give a damn. but i consider her one of the closest people to me. i’m loyal to her and i’d never betray her. not even if my own life depended on it.
do u have a soul
this cannot be confirmed– oops, i’ve got to go
