HEARTBEAT

ind. priv. sel. WICEK MOROZOVA / HEARTRENDER original X-MEN character ( part of the world of marvel's x-men comics. ). please read guidelines & dossier before interacting. written by danielle est. june 16 temporary theme.

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turns out, I’m bad at keeping up with separate blogs so I’m moving Wick back to my multi here. 

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Matthew Bell by Lado Alexi - L'Officiel Hommes Schweiz

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GHEZENBLESSED:

            He didn’t want to objectify Nina with that description but he had to give Wicek a brief nod.  Still, the teasing went over his head and Wylan had to apologize, “I didn’t mean any offense. Just… it’s always hard to tell. Which works on your advantage, I suppose. Sometimes, anyway.” With very little that he knew about grisha and their history of oppression, he wasn’t surprised that activists like this man exist. So this was a propaganda. Wylan swallowed hard, “I’m sorry your people go through all that, but….. this is chaos you’re trying create! Wouldn’t that make things worse than it already is? Besides, this wasn’t my fight to get involved in,” as much as he cared for Nina, and other grisha he’d known in passing.

         EMOTIONS HAD OVERWHELMED HIM, giving away too much when he should have kept calm.  A foolish child.  He could almost hear Zoya chiding him for acting out.  “ We carry our marks in different ways, ”  he muttered, thinking of the lines that sprouted from the middle of his chest.  Wicek realises it won’t work and deflates, frowning at his shoes that scuffle the cobblestone. “ Sometimes CHAOS is all you can create in order to be heard.  You can fight fair or you can play by the rules but you won’t win.  We don’t believe we are better than everyone else, we only want to be treated like people.  Is that too much to ask? ”  He asks, almost pleading to be understood.  There was only so many wars they could fight and only so many battles they could lose before they became extinct.  

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character stats framework.

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full name:  wicek ilia morosova

nickname:  wick / heartrender

age:  eighteen (verse dependent)

birth date:  august 12th, 1999

ethnicity:  caucasion

gender:  male

preferred pronouns:  he / him

sexual orientation:   androphilia / bisexual

religion:  catholic

occupation:  mutant rights activist / mutant terrorist

status:  sleuthing 

fandom:  mar*vel

face claim:  matthew bell / thomas hayes

relationships

parents:  roman morosova (deceased), adrianna morosova (deceased)

siblings:  aleksander morosova (deceased) 

significant other:  sometimes kylo*ren and sometimes anne takeda & arnetta wynn

children:  n/a

physical traits

eye colour:  brown

height:  6′1

body build:  slim, slightly athletic though kind of scrawny 

notable physical traits:  intense stare, red markings on his chest like veins around his heart, once he gets older his teeth grow sharp as part of his secondary mutations. 

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GHEZENBLESSED:

        “Nina?” With that, he swept a gaze on the man from head to foot, as if taking in his full appearance for the first time. Wylan swallowed hard, “You’re grisha?” As flattered as he was that Nina would recommend him, as usual, he didn’t know what to do with the compliment. “S-sure. If she said so.” Cheeks flushed pink once again, his gaze dropped to his grubby boots. “Then why a church?” he tilted his head pensively, eyes subsequently widening at a certain thought, “Is this some grisha propaganda? If so, I don’t want to be a part of it.”

         “ YES, RED HAIR and curves for days? ” He had to know the girl.  The other heartrender had shared some names of the inner circle but revealed little more.  It was harder to find out the rest but he had his ways. “ Yes, I’m grisha.  I know, we look just like real people, ”  he teased.  It seemed compliments were working in his favour and he was happy to dole them out until the boy spoke again.  “ Is that what you call it when we fight back?  Propaganda?  Why isn’t it called slavery when they capture us and force them to work off a contract when they bought us like we’re pigs.  I am just trying to remind them that we’re people.  We’re more powerful then they are and yet they treat us like dirt. ”

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OTP idea

Person A @ Person B: fight me

Person B: *fuckin decks ‘em*

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TCNEBRISM:

TRUST  IS  A  FICKLE  THING,   something he at once finds easy to indulge in, and difficult to allow himself to feel. He has no reason to be wary of others when he can so easily look into their minds and yet ———— there is the knee-jerk sort of reaction to draw back, to  shield  himself. He trusts Wick as much as he can trust anyone, and also more so than he’s ever trusted anyone. Stretched out on his stomach, he makes pleased noises as deft fingers brush over his skin. He shivers, bites his lip ———— CRIES  OUT  in surprise when Wick’s hand comes down on his ass, silencing whatever smart remark he had ready.  “ Y… yes. ”

          HE KNOWS WHAT EFFORT IT MUST take for him to lie still, utterly exposed to him in the most delicious of ways.  Their minds are open to each other now, if there was any ill will in Wicek’s thoughts, Kylo would hear it.  So he keeps his mind open but still guarded, needing to disguise what would come next.  The controlled reply makes him smile, wicked and wise as he traces his own hand print, bringing the blood to the surface and flood his skin crimson.  “ Such a good boy, ”  he murmurs.  One hand trailed down Kylo’s spine, finding it’s way into his dark locks and curling around it.  As he pulled his head back roughly, bringing his other hand down on his ass twice, in quick succession.  “ Is this what you want, sweet thing? ”

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               “ WHAT A PRETTY BOY, ”  he murmured.  Fingertips drag down the bare expanse of Kylo’s back, enjoying the way his muscles twitch with anticipation.  He ends at his ass, squeezing the flesh with no gentleness, letting his nails mark the pale skin.  “ But I think you deserve this, yes? ”  He waits until Kylo’s mouth opens before his hand comes down lightening quick against his behind.  “ The only answer is yes.  You want to be a good boy, don’t you? ”

welcome to wick’s awfulness: @tcnebrism

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GHEZENBLESSED:

            It shouldn’t make a difference. He had no interest on taking on another job - especially another demolitions job. But he couldn’t help the sense of satisfaction that his name came up and not Raske, or perhaps anyone else that had better expertise on demo in The Barrel. Carefully, he extended a hand to shake Wicek’s, but not prepared to seal anything just yet. Averting from the question of breaching his contract, or going against the sanctity of the Church of Barter, and the fact that he was contemplating - perhaps, considering the offer, he asked instead, “How did you even find me?”

            THE HANDSHAKE IS THE FIRST STEP towards getting what he wants.  Maybe he can’t sway the kid all the way to his side but it was a good start.  He holds onto his hand for a second longer than necessary, a smile pulling at his lips.  There were other ways he knew how to get what be wanted as well.  “ We share a mutual friend.  Nina. ”  That was the thing about grisha, they all talked and shared secrets to keep each other safe from the world that threatened to enslave them.  “ She mentioned you were the most creative demo in the barrel. ”

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sana: noora? i have something to tell you. and please don’t be mad.

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GHEZENBLESSED:

        “Just fair to say I don’t feel comfortable sharing too much information with total strangers.” Wylan averted his eyes and ducked his head, knowing how awfully transparent his expressions were. A hard swallow rocked the column of his neck, sweat beginning to trickle down from his temples. “You’re offering me a job? I… don’t think my employer would allow that. Contracts in Kerch are sacred that way.” He can only assume the man wasn’t local to the infamous city. 

          “ THEN LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF.  My name is Wicek. ”  He held his hand out to the other in offering.  If he wanted to make a deal, he could be amicable.  His tongue darted out to wet his lips before pursing, surveying the other.  The nerves were easy to focus one but there was something else that kept Wick intrigued, taking a step closer to the boy.  “ So you have to listen to a contract?  How dreadfully boring.  How will you ever have fun if you’re stuck following the rules? ”  

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ERSATZHEIR:

      “ my life is a bad 80s action film, kid, ”  and hell if that isn’t the truth; eat your heart out, Die Hard,  “ just with a little more religious significance. ”  he moves his hands to rest on his holsters, a casual display of preparation – ‘ street ’  for  ‘ watch yourself .’ he’s not a big fan of metas running around like they own the place, but it won’t do any good to make a scene.

      “ look, I don’t really care what you get up to, so long as you’re not killing innocents or interfering with my business, ” it’s the pitch he gives to most of the low-lives crawling around in his territory, if they seem like they’re about to get ornery,  “ but maybe if you tell me what you’re up to, I could help you out. ”

         “ THAT’S DEPRESSING. ”  Most eighties films were tacky and so hetero.  That wasn’t a life he would want to be stuck in.  At one time, he had thought religion would be the end all and save the day, but he wasn’t a child anymore either.  He noted the subtle upbeat of his heart despite the casual movement. If he was planning on shooting him, he better be a quick draw. 

“ The definition of innocent is arbitrary but look... I didn’t kill him, he’s just passed out. ”  And really, that was an accomplishment.  Wick wasn’t exactly a one man band but in his experience, others just got in the way of what he was trying to do.  “ And what’s to stop you from shooting me if you don’t like what I’m up to? ”

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PASTISMYOWN:

“ CONSIDERING I HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU ARE? Absolutely not. ” A complete lie, but she wasn’t actually tracking the kid. But apparently even her days off weren’t even a vacation, though the bag of pastries on her arm had at least been purchased. Though she hadn’t been able to eat any. “ I was going to go back to my apartment, but you’re actually awfully suspicious. What, killing with your boyfriend doesn’t get you off enough? ”

        “ I THOUGHT YOU HAD NO IDEA WHO I WAS? ”  She had given herself away without his needing to pry.  Taking in her appearance, he noted the casual attire and shopping though it could all be a ploy.  He chuckled, removing his hands from his jacket, preparing for the worst.  “ The people in your country hate mutants.  Why shouldn’t I be suspicious? ”

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very very VERY GENTLY shoves him against a fuckin wall ;)

          AS HIS BACK MEETS the hard brick wall, there’s a laugh on his lips—— he feels high on adrenaline.  There’s blood on his lips, split from taking a hit in the fight but he thrives on it.  Arms instinctively wrap around the other’s neck, bringing him down to his height so their lips can meet.  They clash with tongues and teeth, tasting the blood on his tongue.  His fingers rake through Kylo’s dark locks, tugging hard — wanting more of him.

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Matthew Bell