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if i wanted your opinion i'd BEAT it out of younatasha volkova (bratva lawyer) for nochehqas adored by maddie

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THE FIVE SENSES / SENTENCE STARTERS .

some may be nsfw and / or be triggering.

01 : TOUCH .

❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞

❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞

❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞

❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞

❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞

❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

❝ you feel warm to me. ❞

❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞

❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞

❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞

❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞

❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞

❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞

❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

❝ let me give you a massage. ❞

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞

02 : TASTE .

❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞

❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞

❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞

❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞

❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞

❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞

❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞

❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞

❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞

❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞

❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞

03 : SIGHT .

❝ i see you. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞

❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞

❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞

❝ please, just look at me. ❞

❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞

❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

❝ have we seen one another before? ❞

❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞

❝ did you see that? ❞

❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞

04 : SOUND .

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ what is that sound? ❞

❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞

❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞

❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞

❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞

❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞

❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞

❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞

❝ i could hear screams … ❞

❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞

❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

05 : SMELL .

❝ what is that smell? ❞

❝ i have missed your smell. ❞

❝ you smell nice. ❞

❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞

❝ do you smell that? ❞

❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞

❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞

❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞

❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞

❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

❝ i can smell you from here. ❞

❝ are you smelling me? ❞

❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞

❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞

❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞

#tbt.

.: ﾟ･ .╰ ✧ zoé.

not even a moments hesitation was visible to zoé’s eyes as natasha’s fingers flicked through notes. it must have seemed like years before zoé finally reached out and took the offered cash. the wad made her feeling like she’d just engaged in some not so illegal activity, hard to ignore the fact the money could likely be from some sort illegal activity, she felt like she should double check her surroundings for feds. something she subconsciously found herself doing. ❝ just your everyday casual cash, huh? ❞ maybe the words could be taken as malicious, but there was no ill-will meant as a smile spread across her lips and her fingers closed around the wad of notes. she doubted she’d ever had as much cash on her in her life, she doubted it was the only time she’d ever have this much cash ever again.

though there was a smile already present upon her features, the words offered caused it to soften greatly in manner. she hated to admit just how greatful she was to hear the words come from natasha’s lips. at least she hadn’t lost respect of the one person who had seemed to be supportive of her & micah’s relationship. if things had been different, having natasha as a mother-in-law wouldn’t have been the worst thing in the world. ❝ i do. at least — now i do. i wouldn’t have blamed you even if you did though, i would have felt sick over it maybe. i always did, still do, admire you and how you are with micah. but i would have understood, micah’s your son after all. i did love him — if things had been different — ❞ her words trailed off as the corners of her lips struggled to keep the smile upon her features. ❝ i do hope you’re doing well though. ❞

❝ i told you, it’s disgusting. ❞ she doesn’t understand zoé’s hesitation to take it, nor does she try to. the closest she can come to terms with it is assuming that the girl expects her to ask for a favor in return, the idea of it being dirty money doesn’t even cross her mind. she’s absorbed the lifestyle like a sponge, it’s all she knows. but in dirty hands, dirty money is just, well, money.

a genuine smile traces over natasha’s features, etching out the coldness always present in her eyes. she couldn’t help but come close to envying zoé’s compassion and understanding — patience has never been a virtue of hers. she doesn’t think it would suit her, but it’s always been a trait she admires in others. ❝ hush. ❞ she doesn’t speak harshly, but it’s clear she means it. ❝ none of that. i understand completely. everyone does. ❞ even micah, crushed heart and all. ❝ i hope the situation with your father gets better as well. i suppose… in a way, i admire you and how you are with him, too. ❞

#❛ ― zoé. / ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ɪɴ.

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Famke Janssen as Xenia Onatopp in GoldenEye, 1995.

#❛ ― visage. / ɴᴏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀɴᴀɢᴇ.#when she was a youngin

mrs. volkova’s masquerade ball attire

#noche:masquerade #this isn't very good but i tried!#also i was crying in broke while looking at dresses

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#❛ ― nikolai. / ɪғ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴇxɪsᴛs ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʀ.

.: ﾟ･ .╰ ✧ leo.

“blame game?” his nails buried into his palms, a habit he had picked up when he was younger to let out anger instead of losing his temper in front of him. leonardo knew who she was and the reputation she carried. she scared him, and he was careful not to cross her - but right now, his emotions were at a high.

“a man is dead.” he said. “twenty-five, that’s young. this could mean war.”

if she’s aware she’s making leo angry, she doesn’t seem to care. she seems to feed off of it, an eyebrow raising as she observes him. ❝ a classic case of who did it? ❞ as if it needed clarifying.

❝ trust me, i know. ❞ she speaks coldly. ❝ but this was inevitable. peace isn’t in the cards for people like us. that man knew the risk when he came into the game. you act like he’s an innocent civilian. ❞

#❛ ― leonardo. / ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ɪɴ.

.: ﾟ･ .╰ ✧ leo.

Leo clutched his knuckles, turning them white with his own anger. One of their own. He repeated in thought, wondering how the fuck this could have happened here. So early too, he didn’t believe this. Obviously there was tension, but someone so young even had him surprised. Twenty five the same age as Jules. He couldn’t even fathom the thought. In plain sight. What message was this sending to everyone? “I don’t know,” He whispered, loud enough for the other to hear. “I have no fucking clue.”

she’s wearing a saccharine smile, unapologetically honest about being a monster. it’s what she was raised to be and she plays the part well. she appears relaxed, despite the paranoia that stabs into her stomach like a barbed wire. it’s only a matter of time before cosa nostra retaliates.

❝ sad, isn’t it? ❞ the smoke from her cigarette curls in the dim light, framing her face like a portrait. ❝ now the blame game begins. ❞

#i have the opposite problem tbh #theres very few gifs of famke looking happy #❛ ― leonardo. / ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ɪɴ.

.: ﾟ･ .╰ ✧ micah.

things were usually simple with micah and his mother, the usual discussion about the bratva and business he normally held with nikolai was dropped. they could be a simple set of mother and son, enjoying one another presence over a bottle of expensive liquor, pretending for just a few short moments that their lives were upturned and far from the average.

the relationship between them was something he feared to lose, rival mafias longed to knock his father down a peg and his mother was a vital tool. her protection was always at the forefront of micah’s thoughts and even tonight he assured security was tight outside the doors of the noche.

he swallowed hard, adverting his gaze from natasha’s as he allowed himself to lean back into his seat, wishing the topic was not up for discussion though he knew it had to be hashed out. he never dismissed his mother’s opinions or advise and in this moment he needed her words more than ever. “she liked you, never did get the chance to introduce her to father though i’m certain it would have been a mess.” micah hummed, a bit of a light hearted tone to his words as he flicked his eyes back to her.

“i am just not certain… i can protect her.. in this life. she’s too good for this, mother. but i can’t seem to let her go.” micah explained, his expression faltering as he grabbed the glass of scotch presented to him, eagerly taking a sip before setting it back down. “though do not blame yourself. we were not granted a normal life and i do not believe we would be suited for one regardless. zoe deserves normal… that is something i can never give to her.”

❝ your father is a bit of a hardhead. ❞ despite her words, there’s a clear affection in her tone. she softens up when she speaks of him, the words able to float into the air and settle around them like a hug. even just the thought of nikolai wraps her heart up, squeezing it just enough to not be uncomfortable. ❝ but he would have come around. eventually. ❞ with natasha’s gentle guidance.

after all, they were young once, too. even younger than micah, in fact. while natasha and zoé were not cut from the same stone ( natasha was bred for the war, zoé was as innocent as a lamb in her eyes ) surely nikolai would relate to his son being head over heels.

❝ teach her how to protect herself, then. ❞ she doesn’t understand all this talk about protecting. of course, she protects her family just as much, but she’s never understood an individual not being able to fight. ❝ everyone should have that skill, even if she doesn’t join our family. ❞ she takes another sip of her scotch, trying not to get her hopes up. if zoé’s uncomfortable, she has every right to be. and if that’s the case, she should be discouraging their relationship.

but she really liked zoé. ❝ it all depends on what she wants, любимая, as well as what you’re comfortable with. if you don’t end up together, well, there’s other people out there. it’ll hurt a lot right now, but that’s temporary. ❞

#❛ ― micah. / ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ɪɴ.

.: ﾟ･ .╰ ✧ zoé.

it was impossible not to gawk slightly at the other’s words. zoé wouldn’t call herself poor, she could afford some luxuries every now and again, but she was always hyperaware of what exactly was sitting in her bank account. the fact natasha hardly blinked an eye or even seemed worry about the amount that could possibly be charged to her account? zoé would never be able to get use to it. it had been the same with micah. finally she managed to strum up some words, ❝ i’m guessing there’s nothing i can say that could keep you from paying me back? ❞ the words were hesitate but even so, there was a hint of a smile curving up the edges of her lips. ❝ other than, thank you and accept it even if i really did object. ❞

but just as quickly as the corners of her lips had turned upwards, they faltered once more at the touch of the other woman. even after everything, natasha’s touch didn’t feel cold or simply out of pure action. a warmness instead spread through her arm. it was hard not to allow her features to completely break. if zoé thought about it was almost ironic. the people her father accused of only looking out for themselves, were the ones that were offering help to someone that didn’t necessarily have anything to gain by helping her. granted, it was the lesser of two evils offering the help but still. natasha didn’t need to help her, ever. but here she was, offering it.

❝ i appreciate the offer. really, i do but — ❞ the last thing she wanted was to offend but she’d broken up with micah for a reason. going to his mother if she needed help, it felt wrong. hypocritical even. ❝ but i think i lost the ability to ask for help from you, or anyone really, when i — broke up with your son. it wouldn’t be right. ❞

natasha offers the younger girl a wink, which is as playful as she’s comfortable getting. ❝ you catch on fast. ❞ she pulls out a wad of cash, counting it before handing it to her. there’s probably a little extra in there, but she can’t be bothered to correct it. if only one good deed could wash the lifetime of blood on her hands, right?

❝ right. ❞ she pulls her hand away once again, although it’s slow. it doesn’t hurt her feelings — no, her sensitivity was squashed at a young age, but she doesn’t understand it. micah would likely be MORE angry if natasha didn’t help zoé. there is no betrayal happening. if the breakup had entirely been zoé’s fault, well, it’d be a very different interaction.

❝ i just want you to know that you never have to be afraid to reach out. ❞ she sets her wallet back into her purse, closing it with a loud s n a p. ❝ your situation wasn’t black or white. you’re not the bad guy. ❞ her lips purse as she contemplates what to say. her english has gotten next to perfect after thirty years of living in america, but sometimes she still struggles to convey what she means. ❝ i — we don’t blame you. or hold any ill will towards you. i hope you understand. ❞

#❛ ― zoé. / ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ɪɴ.

.: ﾟ･ .╰ ✧ micah.

there was something to say about the bond micah held with his mother. it was unlike anything he held with the other members of the volkov family, it was special, it was real and genuine. ever since he was a boy micah could distinctly remember how important his mother was to his upbringing. she nurtured him and he was certain without her his father would have groomed him into an even colder man than he already was. with her there was still a sense of who he truly was, despite it being an aspect of him that he was certain was already gone.

micah knew his mother held reservations about his part in the family business, he knew it worried her to no end and that if she had it her way he would be far away from it. when he was by her side it was evident, the way she looked at him as if he was damaged goods was enough to seemingly flip a switch he did not know existed. though this never lasted long, the moment nikolai stepped into the picture he was rigid, seemingly puppet like.

the evening had been a long one for the solider. he had spent most of it in his office, going over plans for potential business ventures he had to run by his father and he was eager to get some air. after his meetings with zoe he needed to talk to his mother, get a sense of what he was feeling and the only person he could rely on was her. she kept him sane, she made him feel as though he had not completely lost himself though he was certain he had.

micah moved quickly to the noche, his father’s old leather jacket wrapped tightly around his body as he navigated the cool air. he brushed past some members of bratva, acknowledging each of them before arriving to the table his mother sat patiently at. he moved around the table, his hand resting on her arm as he reached to kiss the top of her forehead. “мама” he smiled before pulling back to take his seat before her.

at the mention of zoe, micah’s breathing hitched and he nodded a bit, pushing his fingers nervously through his hair as he watched the waiter pour scotch into his glass. “uh.. yeah, twice now.” he muttered, avoiding her gaze as he spoke. “saw her at the pub down the street.. then tonight when she tried to return the invitation for the ball.” he explained, finally able to pick his eyes back up to meet his mother’s.

her smile cannot be faked, it seems to illuminate her whole body. her cold stance is momentarily melted, the shell formed for protection becoming transparent. it’s a side of her only nikolai and her children have seen, regarded like a family secret. she loves her boy — sweet little micah.

( she still remembers holding him in her arms for the first time, his skin smooth and soft against her scarred and calloused. she spoke hushed words as if the newborn could understand her. she was terrified of anything hurting him then and now. some things never change. )

natasha senses his reservation when he speaks of zoé, waving the waiter off with a simple flick of her wrist. ❝ ah. ❞ she raises her glass to take a drink, concealing her true feelings. ❝ too bad. i would have liked to see her. ❞ always a sweet girl. good for you, любимая. she sets down her glass, offering micah a sad smile of sympathy.

❝ girlfriends are always hard. exes are harder. but i’m certain — i’m sure that if she’s meant to be in your life, it’ll happen. if not, let her go. ❞ it’s hard for natasha to imagine zoé involved in the bratva. a good girlfriend, but not suited for the life micah would have in store for her.

❝ but i do worry it’s partially our fault it didn’t work. ❞ she admits, running her polished finger around the rim of the glass. ❝ i love your father and i love the bratva, but i sometimes think it would have been better for you kids if we lived a normal life. ❞

#❛ ― micah. / ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ɪɴ.

.: ﾟ･ .╰ ✧ nikolai.

He knows that look well enough to know that he’s not actually in trouble. Well, it’s her eyes that give her away. Nikolai is tempted to tell her to work on that. Instead, he counts his blessings. “No excuses,” he repeats. “I just figured I might try to soften you up,” he smirks at her. That would be a miracle. The male flags down their server and orders another bottle of champagne.

“As if some lowlife could compare to my company,” he teases her back, “you’d get bored.” He allows himself a smile when she cracks one. He can’t help but think she’s still as beautiful as the day he met her. Russian women, in his opinion, always aged like a fine wine. Natasha had been the epitome of his example.“Fishy breath? That’s all you’re concerned about?” He chuckles. “You would have been fine if I came here covered in blood?” Nikolai raises his flute to take a generous sip of his drink. “You’re lucky I prefer the steak.”

❝ i thought you gave up on softening me up a long time ago, kolyenka. ❞ she uses the nickname teasingly, knowing his ( normal ) disdain for them. she’s already softened up, but by the flute of champagne, not her husband.

❝ yes, but it’d be fun to watch them squirm until you arrived. ❞ long legs cross under the table, her black pumps lightly brushing against nikolai’s leg. ❝ blood is fun to clean off. bad breath isn’t. i thought a man of your tastes would understand that. ❞ natasha forces her smile down, although the corners of her mouth are still crooked. it’s hard not to feel sentimental in times like these. the fizz of the champagne still fresh on her tongue, fine music playing in the background, and the love of her life sitting across from her. ❝ steak? typical. ❞

#❛ ― nikolai. / ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ɪɴ.

.: ﾟ･ .╰ ✧ zoé.

lips parted as zoé turned over the older woman’s words. it was somewhat embarassing just how long it had taken her to figure out exactly what the short response was towards, because a few moments later an unsure laugh slipped from zoé’s lips. ❝ right, yes. ❞ the cringe she felt towards her reaction was near impossible to keep from covering her features but she somehow managed to keep them unaffected apart from a small hint of shock tainting them. what she wouldn’t do for an excuse to leave right about now.

not that she disliked natasha. she held a lot of admiration and fondness towards her, but maybe that was exactly the problem. she didn’t want to imagine the possibility that she’d tainted herself in someway in natasha’s mind. micah was impossible to face. but facing natasha wasn’t easy either.

as natasha offered to pay for the damage done by her father, zoé’s head shook as a hand gestured frantically. it wasn’t that zoé was a proud person. she could accept help, sometimes. but the last thing she wanted was for natasha to pay for her father of all people. ❝ oh no. please. you don’t have to do that. it’s fine, really. i’m use to it. he’ll pay me back. ❞ sometime. her words trailed off as zoé fell silent for a moment. her eyes having a hard time focusing directly upon the woman’s features as she tried to pick the right words. it was never an easy topic to talk about, let alone talking about it with her. ❝ he — he has his days. sometimes things just get a bit too much and he — ❞ her words faltered once more before she forced a smile upon her lips. ❝ he has his problems. i know how to handle him. ❞

natasha watches her struggle over herself, only able to imagine how awkward zoé thinks this interaction is. she could throw her a lifeline, save her from drowning in embarrassment when she thinks of this moment later, yet she doesn’t. her kindness can only extend so far, it’s not something that comes naturally to her.

well-rounded. that’s the first word that comes to mind when she thinks of zoé. the type of girl every mother wishes would join the family. affable and clever. yet micah is on a scale, a quintessential figure of imbalance that a girlfriend would surely tip.

❝ i have too much money. ❞ she shrugs off the younger’s protests. she doesn’t mean to brag, her tone empty as she fishes her wallet out of her purse. ❝ i don’t know what to do with it. it’s disgusting, really. ❞ money has never been a motivator for her, however strange that may seem. she pauses when zoé stammers, and the faintest pang of sympathy graces her features.

her free hand pats at the other’s arm, and despite how unnatural it felt for her, her touch is warm and comforting. ❝ it’s alright. ❞ she promises, her accent overshadowing her nurturing tone. ❝ you don’t have to explain. ❞ there’s a story to be told there, sure, but it’s not natasha’s place to hear it. ❝ if you ever need any help, though… we’re always open. just come to me. ❞ not nikolai. she had enough authority to offer these things behind his back — she isn’t scared of him.

#❛ ― zoé. / ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ɪɴ.

there is nothing on earth that natasha loves more than her family. it's no sitcom — no, there was pain and murder interweaved in every interaction, but there was love, too. does that make her a bad mother? to let her husband, whom she has an unconditional love for, introduce her babies to this life? the question that hangs over her head, sits like a lump of the throat, slowly choking her day by day.

it's difficult to look at micah now that his father’s grooming is more apparent. he has forgotten how to live a normal life — no, he was never given a chance to experience it at all. he longs for a normal life, yet is scared of it all the same. and she was complicit in it. she shrugs off the concerns, reminding herself that nikolai is a smart man who knows what he’s doing, but when she sees the pain in micah’s eyes she feels sick to her stomach.

and it makes her angry. FURIOUS. not just at nikolai, but at herself for not stopping it sooner. she fears losing her husband, but now she has to fear losing her son, too. there’s a target on his back that’s bound to be painted in blood and the thought makes her ache all the way down to her toes. yet, she keeps her concern to herself. she bottles it up and wears it with grace.

she calls micah to suggest they meet up. she tries to give all the children equal alone time with her, but she hadn’t had a chance to speak to her oldest son in a couple weeks. she brings their drinks to a quiet corner, ( as quiet as noche could get ) offering him a tiny smile that doesn’t move the rest of her face. she wants to listen with a tenderness, she wants him to be completely open with his hurt in a way that she never was.

❝ i ran into zoé here, you know. ❞ she sits across from him, nervously adjusting the ring that sits on her middle finger. ❝ have you two talked recently? ❞

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#❛ ― micah. / ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ɪɴ.#i... tried

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#❛ ― musings. / ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇ.

.: ﾟ･ .╰ ✧ nikolai.

Nikolai is half-tempted to make up a poor excuse to explain to his wife why he’s late. The only person he would ever explain himself to. Date night happened to be one of those things you don’t miss under any circumstances. He doesn’t wait for someone to seat him, breezing past tables and easily spotting his Natasha in the crowd. “Forgive me, прекрасный, there were some complications at work,” he takes hold of her hand and presses a kiss to her knuckles. “Did you already order food?” he asks her before taking a seat opposite from her.

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she sits with as much dignity as ever in the booth, enjoying the champagne alone. occasionally she’ll check her watch, although she finds that it makes her more frustrated. when her husband finally decides to show up, natasha decides to play it as though she’s still angry. eyebrows arched, her lips press into a thin line to seal the deal. her eyes give her away. they’re gleaming with love, not dark with anger. she just think he’s so handsome, she can’t resist.

❝ no excuses. ❞ she allows nikolai to take her hand, watching him intently. it was amusing to see him try to make it up to her. ❝ you’re twenty minutes late. i’ve half a mind to let someone take your seat. ❞ she’s teasing, it becomes apparently as she cracks a smile. ❝ not yet. i couldn’t make my mind up on what you would like. the waiter suggested the fish of the day, but then i’d have to deal with your fishy breath. ❞

#if looks could kill lmao #❛ ― nikolai. / ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ɪɴ.

.: ﾟ･ .╰ ✧ zoé.

。.✦ ☾ @favoredstar .

she didn’t need this. especially not after working an almost 12 hour shift. she’d lost count the number of times bartenders had called because of her father, why couldn’t he let things go, it was exhausting. at least there was one perch about having once worked at noche because otherwise it was only a matter of time before his obsession got himself fired or worse, killed. thank god she’d managed to convince him to get a taxi back to her place before he caused anymore of a scene.

a breath escaped her as she brushed a strand of loose hair from her features and pulled out her wallet, “how much do i owe you this time?” the bartenders features were apologetic as the damage was revealed, but still zoé slid her card across the bar top. “what are daughters for right?” the words were dripping with sarcasm as she flashed them a smile and took the card from their out held hand, “thanks for calling me—again.” a far more genuine smile was given as she took a single step away from the bar, and just as she turned, her movements pulled to a complete halt seconds away from walking smack damn right into one of the members of the family she was sure her father had been rambling about drunkenly moments ago.

lips parted as eyes traveled upwards to settle upon features that held some familiarity in them, “na—mrs. volkova!” she breathed as she took a small step backwards. even after discovering the woman wasn’t as intimidating as her appearance portrayed, zoé would never get use to the aura of the woman. especially since zoé had yet to cross natasha’s path after everything with micah. for all she knew—feeling slightly dwarfed was the least of her worries. “i’m so sorry—my mind’s a little over the place, i didn’t realise you were there. thank god for quick reflexes, right?” rambling. great.

drunks are a common sight at noche. sad, but true. many drink until their skin is tinged with blue and the only name they can remember is jack daniels. natasha had never seen anything like it prior to coming to america. her father was a lot of things, but a drunk was not one of them.

she thinks of them as childish. she doesn’t even attempt to hide her judgement as she observes mr. tremaine. it sits in plain sight, embedded into deep lines across her face. zoé arrives like a parent coming to pick up their naughty kid from the principle, yet she’s the only person natasha can feel sympathy for.

regardless, her body is moving before she’s had time to think of a plan. there’s no harm in helping. the younger makes good money at the hospital, but natasha makes more. it’s the least she can do. old habits die hard, and she ends up sneaking up upon the poor girl.

despite their almost collusion, natasha stays as calloused as ever. there’s a twinge of a smile near the corners of her mouth, but zoé would have to squint to see it. ❝ like a cat’s. ❞ she means that the girl’s reflexes are on par with her favorite furry feline, but sometimes her sentences come out short. ❝ let me pay you back for his drinks. a girl should not be responsible for her father’s bills. ❞ overly formal, but there’s affection buried beneath the surface. ❝ is he like that… often? ❞

#❛ ― zoé. / ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ɪɴ.#a hot mess of a reply but i tried

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