ˢʰᵉ , 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖛𝖎𝖛𝖔𝖗 !

[ ... ]   𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻   —   𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙔𝙀𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙇𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙎 𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝘿𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙊𝙉 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙎𝙊𝙐𝙇

[hellsurvivr]

#hellsurvivr . ━━━━   an independent , private, & highly selective  supernatural based original character . established in  2014 ,   revamped in november  2022 .   minors dni .   , she / her, 30, gmt .

a study in   : battle of good and evil,     surviving trauma , fighting oneself, only known by their chosen name,      good is not soft , badass adorable. family fucking sucks,    too much power but a good soul . innocence loss. cursed genetics. achieving dreams.    being badass & sarcastic.

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@hellsurvivr​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​   /   payne  bones,  medium activity    /    queue  based.

@tba   /   tba,  tba activity.

[4m4zing-rp-resources]

Send a ship and I'll tell you who (SFW edition!):

Gives nose/forehead kisses.

Gets jealous the most.

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive.

Takes care of on sick days.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day.

Gives unprompted massages.

Drives/rides shotgun.

Brings the other lunch at work.

Has the better parental relationship.

Is more likely to cry when watching movies.

Firmly believes in couples costumes.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas.

Makes the other eat breakfast.

Remembers anniversaries.

Plans the craziest vacations/birthdays/parties/etc.

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ SYMBOL HEADCANON QUESTIONS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

EVERYDAY LIFE / DOMESTIC

📋 : how organized is your muse?

✅ : what do they pretend to have together that they don't?

🕰️ : what time do they naturally wake up when no one needs them?

☕ : what's their morning ritual, and what happens when it's disrupted?

🧺 : how often do they do laundry?

🪞 : do they look at themselves in mirrors, or avoid them? why?

🍽️ : do they eat to survive, for pleasure, or as comfort?

🏠 : what part of their living space reflects them the most?

🌱 : do they keep plants, and are those plants alive?

🧼 : what's something they're weirdly particular about being clean?

📺 : what do they put on when they don't want to think?

SOCIALIZATION / CONNECTION

🗣️ : are they better one-on-one, or in groups?

📱 : do they text back immediately, or let messages rot?

🫥 : how often do they pretend to be fine to keep the peace?

🎭 : how different are they with strangers versus people they trust?

🤝 : do they make friends easily, or accidentally?

🧠 : what do they assume people think about them?

🌘 : how hard is it to really know them?

🎉 : do they enjoy social events, or endure them?

🪑 : are they the type to leave early without saying goodbye?

INTROSPECT / INTERNAL LANDSCAPE

🕵️‍♀️ : how often does your muse think about death?

🧩 : what part of themselves do they not understand yet?

🫀 : what emotion scares them the most?

👣 : do they believe they deserve good things?

🧱 : what walls are they aware of building? which ones are they not aware of?

🕳️ : what do they spiral about at night?

📉 : what's their most common self-criticism?

💀 : do they trust their own memories?

🌊 : what emotion do they drown in when they're alone?

PERSONAL / DEEP / TRAUMA-ADJACENT

🩸 : what wound shaped them the most, even if they won't admit it?

🔥 : what moment do they replay when they're ashamed?

🧷 : who failed them first?

🕯️ : what do they grieve that no one else sees as a loss?

🪤 : what pattern do they keep falling back into?

🧨 : what pushes them past the point of restraint?

🧬 : what did they inherit emotionally from their caregivers?

🕶 : what lie do they tell themselves to survive?

🩹 : what actually helps them heal, even if it's unhealthy?

HABITS / VICES / COPING

🚬 : what vice do they justify the most?

🍺 : do they drink to socialize, numb, or celebrate?

💊 : what's their relationship with substances, past or present?

🏃 : do they move their body to feel alive or to punish it?

🛏️ : how do they sleep when things are bad?

🎧 : what kind of music gets them through the worst days?

🖊️ : do they write things down or let thoughts rot in their head?

☔️ : do they intellectualize pain instead of feeling it?

🕳️ : what habit would unravel them if taken away?

SEXUALITY / INTIMACY

🫠 : is it easy for them to get turned on, or do they need emotional safety first?

💞 : do they separate sex and feelings, or blur them dangerously?

🛑 : what's an immediate turn-off for them?

🔥 : do they crave intensity or stability?

🤲 : do they like being in control, or giving it up?

🪶 : are they gentle with people they desire?

🍒 : how do they feel about their own body during intimacy?

🎱 : what do they need to feel wanted?

🔒 : do they guard intimacy, or give it too freely?

💔 : have they ever used sex to avoid something?

MORALITY / CHOICES

⚖️ : what line will they never cross?

🩶 : what line have they already crossed and justified? or regret?

🧭 : do they believe they're a good person?

🔪 : what would they do if survival demanded cruelty?

🪙 : what do they value more, loyalty or truth?

🚪 : who would they abandon if forced to choose?

🕊️ : do they believe in forgiveness? for themselves? in others?

🧨 : what would make them snap permanently?

📜 : what promise do they regret making?

🪦 : what hill would they die on?

[rpstartersandmemes]

Send 🚭 for my my muses reaction to yours telling them to stop smoking

[hellsurvivr]

"PINNED" from Daniel

| | |     ⧼ ⛥ ⧽   𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝖺𝗌𝗄   ‚   \  @deadegos   :   still accepting   —   this fun prompt   !ㅤ

#𝙿. 𝙱 ⸻ any other time, she would have reacted completely different about being pinned to a wall with someone's hand wrapped around her throat. she'd have fought till she had nothing left, and she'd have killed. she knew that, but this time, she felt something completely different. she felt desire and want, pooling in her stomach like liquid fire. as her hazel optics burn into his fiery blue ones. as tattooed fingers grip his biceps, and her hips roll almost of their own violation, in a heady taunt. yeah she didn't feel fear, or the need to fight. she just felt nothing but desire, and want. to finally come to the conclusion their little game had been swirling too for weeks. to find the desired ending they were both craving. [   a reality she knew went both ways.  ]  the way he looked at her, was like a predator who'd finally caught his prey. and in a way he had, given the almost submissive state she was beneath him, breathing deeply as small whimpers fall off her pierced lips. but she had a darkness swirling inside of her, showing she wasn't the prey. she was a different predator all together. but right now those semantics didn't matter to her. no she'd be the submissive doll, the toy he wanted. if only he'd cure this feeling, burning inside of her.

❛   what now, hm ....   ❜ she purrs, her lips trailing along the expanse of his jaw. her teeth delicately nipping at the skin, before her tongue darts out to taste him. a faux action to soothe what she had caused. but also to simply stoke the fire even higher. to push his patience to a breaking point. [    as lord knows she was slowly breaking.  ]  pulling back: she levels her eyes on him. her usual hazel optics dark with desire. the perfect blend of being his toy, but also a player in whatever game he had decided was brewing between them. if he wanted innocent and docile, he'd chosen the wrong person. she was all fire, and was willing to burn anything to the ground. to get what she wanted.

[hellsurvivr]

"If they try to put their hands on you again, I'll kill them" // demon dad

| | |     ⧼ ⛥ ⧽   𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝖺𝗌𝗄   ‚   \  @choserage   :    always accepting tbh   —   this fun prompt right here   !ㅤ

#𝙿. 𝙱 ⸻ the appearance of her father's men, had been unwelcome. but in a sense also anticipated. it was around the time he sent them usually. what she had't expected though was to see the band around their wrists. showing they weren't the lower tier lackeys he usually sent. no they were much stronger, stronger than her. and they knew it. as the only way she could beat them would be to give into her demonic side. something she refused, rendering her weaker. and they'd expected an easy fight, till HE turned up. and she stood watching, as the scales tip the other way. [   the demons running with their tails firmly between their legs.  ]  ❛   why do you care ....   ❜ she finds herself asking. before remembering there is such a thing as a brain to mouth filter, and she should probably make hers work. quickly. ❛   thank you ....   ❜

[razorfst]

Andrei knew protests would be useless, knew that telling her she didn't have to wasn't going to change anything. Yet he was still saying it anyway, he couldn't stop himself from it. Of course that meant the gifts wouldn't be leaving his person at all. He knew her well enough by now. It was because he didn't feel it was necessary, it was just another day in his mind. Though one could argue that was the trauma he experienced growing up but he was't about to dive into that. He never would. Hell, Andrei wasn't even entirely sure at this point if he had told her why he didn't like celebrating his birthday outside of just not liking the day. But it didn't matter, he wasn't going to dive into that right now. No, he was going to focus on the fact she was being kind, showing him love in a way she knew how. It's why he wasn't a mad, a soft spot for her he always had and that extended to their son. After all, they were doing what most people did for someone's birthday. It was why he was here now, the protest of his words was the limit of what he could and would do because he knew better. There's a roll of his eyes at her words, though the smile shows it wasn't because he was upset. "Of course you did." He mumbles with a slightly amused smile. It was small but it was obvious he wasn't upset with her, he was used to her antics. "You have a....good point." The Romanian mumbles with a small chuckle. He would be the same, of course, with her birthday. Because he thought she deserved it, just as she thought he did as well. It was funny, how the two saw one another and yet saw themselves on a similar level.

"Well, he succeeded. I will be wearing it as much as I can....Both things." In reference to the watch and the bracelet. "He is very smart, he gets that from you." Andrei points out, fully believing she was the reason for it all. "And I didn't mean to haunt you....I would have always come back to you if I had known." But that was a different time, his word had always been binding and she knew that. She knew how he saw that time and judging from the kiss that followed, he was glad she didn't hold any ill will towards it still. Everything in the moment was testing his patience it seemed, the idea of the possible present she had for him was tempting as hell and he knew they had to plan around Luca. "I'll keep that in mind...." He says, idea already forming in his mind. Though conversation was soon cut short by the sound of smaller feet onto the hard stairs and floor came running in their direction. Andrei wasn't going to complain about that, it bringing a smile to his face as he picked up his son in his arms. His own words thanking his son, asking how he knew what to get him and so on. What he hadn't expected to get in all of that was a hint on what to get Cass and that started to make the Romanian smile more. Knowing his son's memories, something he got from his mother, he knew to put a pin in that away from her ears so he could have more information on just what he should get her for her own birthday. A chuckle leaves him as he nods, seeing exactly what she was doing. "Fair enough." He says, putting their son down so she could take him. "I won't be gone long, I promise." A wink given to Luca and a smile given to Cass, he makes his way to the home gym but in the walk he pulls out his phone. Cezar dialed immediately to ask if he could take Luca for the night, something it seemed the blond had expected and agreed to. It was in that moment he knew she had called him first. His head shook with an amused chuckle and smile before getting to his workout. It was an easier one for the day, due to everything else that happened and what was to happen. It's then he walks back into the kitchen with the same smile as before, watching the two interact. "So, should I shower or is breakfast ready?"

[hellsurvivr]

#𝙿. 𝙱 ⸻ she didn't need to know, the reasons he hated his birthday. it was inconsequential to her. he didn't like it, end of subject. same as she never shared that the reason she hated her birthday, was because her mother had died on that day. forever tainting it for the brunette. they were details that didn't need sharing and that was okay. it didn't change a damn thing. didn't change how she would spoil him, of how she showed her love, through physical representations. and in this case, getting him things that meant little in the eyes of others. but a lot to them. especially her soft declaration of just how much she hadn't forgotten. as sure she could have if she'd chosen too. but those memories were all she had, when she was without him. [   a wound that was slowly healing now they were together. now they were a family once more.  ]  she smirks at his eye roll, seeing the humour behind it. as he did know her after all. her every little trick and nuance that was, personally all hers. ❛   see you do the exact same as me ....   ❜ she mutters. already knowing with an unquestioned certainty. that she'd be spoiled on her birthday. and no amount of complaints or pouting from her would change it. he'd be as stubborn as she is now.

❛   hm good. and he gets it from us both agápi mou ...   ❜ words a husky response: as sure he loved to give her credit for luca's brains. but she knew it was the dangerous blend of them both. all piled into one child who didn't miss a damn thing. forever keeping his parents on their toes. still she smiles softly, a small melancholic tint to the edges despite herself. ❛   i know. we can't change the past. just make our future better ....   ❜ her words proof of how she was slowly trying to stop blaming herself for her choices. for her decisions in pushing him away. she couldn't change them, she couldn't go back and kick her own ass as much as she wished she could. all she could do was build the now. [ and today was another step in doing just that.  ]  ❛   m'outnumbered here in this aren't i !!   ❜ she quips. already guessing andrei was going to use luca's words, and his memories for her birthday. and there wasn't much she could do against such a thing. she'd pull the same move. and it's why she chuckles softly as her and luca head to the kitchen to work on the breakfast, she'd already excused the chef's for the day. wanting to do today herself with luca. a feat that is accomplished with only a small amount of flour ending up smudged over their sons face, which was a new accomplishment from how it usually was. turning, a wide smile on her face she hums softly. ❛   breakfast is ready. plus i like you sweaty !!   ❜ yeah, she really wasn't helping his patience today. in the slightest. but truly when did she ever do that. she's just thankful that luca was busy singing along with the radio thus for once, her words went straight over the five year olds head. they did not need that conversation just yet.

[raesource]

kissy kissy prompts

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the prompts are being sent for . you can add + reverse to swap roles . a couple of these are considered usfw / nsfw .

🫣 Kiss the receiver for the very first time.

🥀 Kiss the receiver as if it is for the very last time.

😡 Kiss the receiver during a heated argument.

🧱 Pin the receiver against the wall while kissing them.

🫦 Bite the receiver's lower lip before kissing them fiercely.

😭 Kiss away the receiver's tears from their cheeks.

😴 Wake the receiver up with kisses all over their face.

🔥 Kiss the receiver while snuggled up by a fireplace / campfire.

👔 Pull the receiver in for a kiss by their collar / tie / belt.

🛏️ Push the receiver onto the bed and pounce them with kisses.

💋 Gently kiss one of the receiver's scars / wounds.

🌃 Kiss the receiver while quietly stargazing.

😱 Kiss the receiver to shock them out of an anxiety / panic attack.

🥂 Press a kiss on the receiver's lips / cheek while a little tipsy.

🎭 Kiss the receiver while on a pretend date (for a mission / wedding etc.).

🌿 Kiss the receiver while standing under some mistletoe.

😈 Kiss the receiver on / near one of their private parts.

💦 Kiss the receiver while they slowly come down from their release.

💄 Leave lipstick marks on the receiver's face / neck / body.

🧛 Leave a trail of bite marks along the receiver's neck / body.

[hellsurvivr]

❝   i   can’t   believe   you   talked   me   into   this.   ❞

| | |     ⧼ ⛥ ⧽   𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝖺𝗌𝗄   ‚   \  @iudicatus   :   still accepting   —   friendly fire prompts   !ㅤ

#𝙿. 𝙱 ⸻ there's amusement that burns, at the edges of her lips. prominent with how she was attempting to hide the grin which wished to spread pierced lips wide. eyes casting to look at the other as she lets, a look of faux innocence bleed across her features. ❛   you're acting like i blackmailed you !!   ❜ at this point though, she guessed that pretty much what had indeed happened. given the lengths she had to go, to persuade the other to do this. to let herself have some fun, to ignore the weight that settled upon their chests. [    at least momentarily anyway.  ]  ❛   it's just a day at a theme park. its not gonna bite you, ya know !!   ❜

[ask-the-seahorse-archive-blog]

Send 📱 To Find Out About My Muse's Phone

What ringtone my muse has set for yours:

What contact photo my muse has set for yours:

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts:

How quickly my muse responds to your texts:

How often our muses text:

How often our muses call:

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours:

Last text sent from my muse to yours:

[razorfst]

He wasn’t a cop nor was he someone who cared where she stood on the line of the law. One thing was certain, she was no self proclaimed hero who tried to stop everyone who came across her path. That was enough for him to at least somewhat relax enough to not charge out of here, to not bother with entirely taking her out of his way. After all, a hero wouldn’t have patched him up and let him eat. She would have taken him to the nearest hospital to be put under arrest soon after. No, she took this upon herself and that was something he could at least respect. Even if he didn’t say it out loud. Though she was making that rather hard by the way she chose to wake him up. A pen to the forehead hadn’t entirely been what he had expected and she no doubt could see it on his features before he even spoke up. His unamused look remained as he sat up. Her excuse, however, didn’t seem to lessen his expression any bit as he woke up more and stretched as best he could.

A huff left him at her reply, not giving her much else to go on as he wasn’t in the mood to entertain. Standing up to his full height, slowly, he let her walk by but he didn’t look away. Watchful eye remained on her until she was out of sight and he let himself roll his shoulders, move a little more without having to worry much for his winces when he did so. He pulled out his phone soon after, shooting a message easily that he was alive and needed to be picked up nearby. Only then did he pocket his phone and move towards where she went as he didn’t entirely trust her to be alone now that he was up and about. “You won’t follow.” He says, now standing in the door way. “Once I’m gone, this never happened.”

[hellsurvivr]

she wasn't a hero, and there was nothing about her that could be proclaimed as such. her hands were dripping in blood of the people she'd killed, her bank loaded with the money she'd been paid for doing such a thing. and there were times, she never asked if the people she killed deserved it. there was no point, as she did what she could to survive. to fund her self-proclaimed mission to take down her twin brother. the funds helped her to track him wherever he went, to build a system that helped her find him. thus even if there were nights, she couldn't sleep due to those she killed, haunting her memory. there was nothing that would stop her. nor would she judge others. he could do as he pleased, be as jaded as he wanted to be. she'd helped out of whatever sliver of goodness remained in her heart. no other intentions then that. [ she didn't even care if he respected her for her decision. ] she can feel his gaze, on her as she moves. the weight of it, burning into her skin. in something akin to familiarity, which she ignores. as well as the gaze in question. she didn't blame him for watching her, analysing her moves. she'd do the same, in his predicament.

her eyebrow hitches, as he walks into the kitchen. the glass of water in her hand, stopping against her lips as she looks at him. the way her gaze was level, but at the same time. she had to shut down quite quickly, a part of her that reared to life, so quick it made her head spin. his demanding nature, and the clipped delivery of his words. was something in another scenario, a completely different one. would have had her melting to the fucking floor. but she has to silence it. as so not the right time. [ or any fucking time really. given they didn't like each other. ] taking a large gulp of the water: as though it can wash away the sins, that had come to life in her mind. she nods, absentmindedly. ❛  I know, 'm not stupid or believing this is anything more than just what it was ....   ❜ she comments with a shrug. but really, she needed to tell her fucking mind that right now. as she worked to get it back out, of the rated r era it had,  quite happily wandered into.

[choserage]

as someone who had dabbled in gardening, she feels a brief tinge of sympathy for the neighbor. no blame or accusations would come from her, only the raise of a single eyebrow. "do i want to ask what she did to deserve it?" there may not be a reason yet she couldn't help being curious. damage control's more caleb's thing than hers which payne seemed to need more often than not. her area of expertise is more of a tolerant acceptance than instigation.

[hellsurvivr]

#𝙿. 𝙱 ⸻ she did feel sympathy, for what she did. and the fact that caleb had to do damage control. but to the half demon it was also just what the other woman deserved. maybe from now on, she'll learn when to shut the fuck up. though that was just wishful thinking on her part. ❛   technically it was a loss of control on my part. i tend to blow things up when annoyed, or when people yap in a voice fifty octaves higher then they need too ....   ❜

[becomelions]

It hadn’t been what he expected upon walking into the bar but he wasn’t about to complain. A decent conversation with someone knew was always enjoyable, when they could participate and be interesting. Half assed conversations felt like a burden to the other if he found himself one, like pulling teeth to even be a decent person. Alec wasn’t always one to strike up a conversation with random strangers but when he found that opportunity, he took it. And seeing as she seemed to already enjoy having him to talk to, it only made him more interested. Leaning forward as he asked his question, it was nice seeing the recounted memories bringing about a smile. It was nice helping others remember good times whether he knew them awhile or not. It brought out a good laugh from the Scotsman himself . “That sounds like a typical time with one of us, aye.” He settled back down, the glass lifting to his lips again. His eyes widened at the mention of the games and he couldn’t help the grin that grew upon his lips. “Oh you did? Always a fun time to see, and be in.” He place the glass on the bar top. “I haven’t competed in a bit, but I’ve won some myself.”

In all honesty he could win all the games if he wanted but that drew too much attention to himself, which was the last thing he needed. But if there was one thing Alec was, it was being sincere. Even if he wasn’t being entirely honest by omitting certain facts, he could still at least sympathize and be sincere enough in his words that they meant something. A small huff left him, almost a chuckle but barely there at her words as he nodded. “That would be the dream wouldn’t it? Sadly one that will never happen.” He knows, he’s been alive far too long to see how people treated one another. He was, however, thankful that the conversation didn’t get too deep or heavy. The smirk helped show that and he couldn’t help his brow arch at the mention of working on cars. “Oh really? You do that? I’m impressed, not many people do that themselves now a days. At least it feels that way.”

[hellsurvivr]

#𝙿. 𝙱 ⸻ she lost track of how many, tried to keep a conversation with her. which never ended well. mostly because of her hating people, well not hating but not exactly being a people person. and paired with how her mind cycled through a thousand and one things at once, it was hard to engage her fully. thus she just let the conversations die normally. and yet he'd managed. to engage her, and have her focused on a conversation that was truly, engaging her. and not to mention bringing up memories. the happiness from them felt once more. given it had been one of the few times she'd been free from her brother. [   at least momentarily anyway.  ]  the laugh from him, makes her chuckle too. the energy palpable to the other. even without her empathy abilities being active. ❛   yeah i gathered that, pretty quick ....   ❜ she hums. an eyebrow soon raising at his words, as she nods softly. ❛   doesn't surprise me you've won some in all honesty !!   ❜ hand waving in his general direction. as yeah compared to her short ass self. he was huge, and she was thankful he was seated in all honesty. it helped her little leg syndrome.

she didn't care: if his answer was sincere or not, or if he was omitting details. it wasn't her place to know. she was simply a bartender who ended up offering him a conversation. secrets were all their own. heaven knows she was hiding enough of her own, to fill a damn book. ❛   ain't that the truth ....   ❜ she quips. raising a new shot in his direction before throwing it back. thankful he buys the way she didn't want the conversation to get too heavy. it hadn't been her intention. [   she was just guilty of letting her thoughts be spoken out loud too much. given the war she was talking about was her own.  ]  still she smirks softly: as she looks at the scotsman, lithe shoulders rolling in a shrug for a moment as she hums. ❛   nah they don'. and if they do they turn a classic into a catastrophe. which makes me wanna just string em up and why i make sure to replace all cars to their classic heritage ....   ❜

[taggedmemes]

SEND IN HEADCANON + A WORD / PHRASE FOR A RELEVANT HEADCANON ABOUT MY MUSE.

[rpstartersandmemes]

Send ‘I think I love you.’ for my muses reaction for yours saying that.

[milleroptimism]

[Text: More Than Enough] ............................... [Text: More Than Enough] HEY SPEAKING OF YOUR BOOK!!!!! [Text: More Than Enough] WHAT ARE THE CHARACTERS?!?!?!?!??!! [Text: More Than Enough] WHAT'S THE PLOT?!??!?!??!?!?!?!?!?! [Text: More Than Enough] WHAT'S THE DYNAMIC BETWEEN ALL THE CHARACTERS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! [Text: More Than Enough] C'mon, I'm one of the biggest readers you know!!!!!!! You gotta give me SOMETHING to tide me over til I buy my copy!!!!!! [Text: More Than Enough] Give me One Detail!!!!!!

[hellsurvivr]

CONTACT : 𝙼𝙰𝙼𝙰 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚁 ... [ SENT ] sms –––––– hmmm, should i share the details ... sms –––––– ......... sms –––––– okay fine, it's basically the fictionalised version of my story .... sms –––––– from my childhood onwards .. sms –––––– m'reclaiming my life, by telling my story. my way !!

[razorfst]

It hadn't been a loss, not on the scorecards and not on his record but it felt like one. A tie was a set back, it didn't get him closer to his goals but kept him stagnant. And the result of that meant others could pass, over take, skip him for the title shot. He needed that title shot more than anyone could know, sure they could have some idea but they didn't know how deep that ran within the Romanian. On paper it was easy to see why he wanted it but there was always more to it than what one could read into and now that was slowly slipping from his grasp. Despite the look of sympathy he may have received from his father, he was still unsure if he saw that right, he knew he was letting the other down. Not that he'd entirely say that out loud, Andrei was so used to internalizing everything and handling it his own way that it was no doubt going to stay with him. But then he's having something he didn't have before and that was her, Payne pulling him to her to soothe what pain the boxer was feeling.

He hadn't meant to but he couldn't stop the silent tears from falling, mixing in with the sweat and blood still caked to his face. No doubt he was ruining her shirt with the mixture and there's a bit of guilt that pangs within his chest that begins to make him gather himself so he could pull away. Though her words, his native tongue, didn't make it easier. His jaw tenses, sore but he ignores the pain, as he keeps it all together or at least tries to. Only when he feels he can, does he then pull way but keeps his gaze angled down. She was making it hard to keep his feelings so locked down, after all he'd only been alone after fights until his father appeared with the medkit to patch up what was needed, if it was. But seeing as he wasn't here yet, he was left with her and the soft words and gestures that showed him someone else cared more than anyone else outside of his father. Even if the two had different ways of showing it.

Andrei had to take the attention off of him, not liking the vulnerability he was showing. It was why he brought up her own fight, noticing her own hints of pain despite her brave face. It's her answer, however, that makes him lift his head and have green gaze meet her's as she looks down at him. He wasn't entirely sure how to respond with that and it can be seen for a moment as he looks over her features, letting the words register in his mind before he swallows. "....I guess." He finally says, arm moving to hold his side. "I'm not really....sure where to go so...I guess you can pick. I don't know the city." He looks over to the empty doorway, wondering where his own father was. "But after he takes care of everything."

[hellsurvivr]

they lived in two different worlds, two different aspects of professional fighting. and yet it gave each an outlet to understand the other. and given both were on the hunt for the world title, the title that would make it all worth while. payne understood what andrei was feeling, far better than most. their stories so similar it was almost haunting. for she knew the weight of needing to correct a family history, due to her own attempts to try to change the fate of her own family name. even if she didn't fight under the same one, her father had destroyed it with his drinking and stupidity. but that singular thought, is why she knew this draw, felt like a crushing loss. caving in his chest and making it hard to breathe beneath the weight, of failure. and why she doesn't comment, doesn't offer the fake interlude of sympathy or false promises. she simply lets him exist whilst she held him. her body, as bruised and battered as it was. working to become armour against the outside world, whilst he worked to calm his inner turmoil. to offer him stability, he probably wasn't feeling himself. [ and yet not a second goes by where she pities him. ] she loved him, those feelings playing havoc within her system. and right now she was fighting a battle to keep them contained, even more than she normally did. but it wasn't the time or place, so instead, her fingers continue moving in a soothing motion, as she lets him piece himself back together. the silence drifting between them, in a steady thrum of contentment. despite the situation.

❛   mine can be tomorrow's conversation ....   ❜ she offers, showing she wasn't shoving it aside simply to not talk about it. he supported her as strongly as she did him after all. but she knew bringing up the fact, that she'd won her match. and was now the number one contender for her belt. would feel like acid in his wounds. even if he wouldn't intend to feel bad about it, he would. thus the conversation could wait. the pain of a simple conversation could be delayed for another time. her mind once more wanting to protect him. from anymore emotional pain. [ even if he didn't know what was what she was doing. ] she nods softly at his words. she had an idea of somewhere to eat, somewhere that would offer privacy and them to disappear for a little while. to allow them all to recover from the emotional turmoil's of the past few days. standing up, she hisses softly at the pull on her ribs, her hand falling against his shoulder to steady herself. before she offers a small smile. ❛  want me to go grab him ....   ❜ head inclined to the door. her offer to find his father, veiled in multiple meanings. the main being so he could be seen too. but also to give him some peace and silence if he wished it. to put those walls up, without her around. that and of course, she needed to go find her own painkillers. to ease the tension, stirring in her rib cage.