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Funny, she thinks, how a relationship predicated on such rigid boundaries now seems entirely devoid thereof. Had they not been staunchly opposed upon introduction, walls and locks and oceans between them? And now, there was barely a knock – every door open, every tender wound gaping. Bunny cast a gilded glance over her shoulder, one curious brow raised in acknowledgement of his entrance.

“Such anticipation,” she taunts, turning back to the vanity, resuming her ritual of transforming into something unattainable – something otherworldly. It is only when he makes his intentions clear that Bunny pauses, placing her brush down with care as she considers her next words. It is not the act of intimacy that intrigues him, she understands, but what does?

“What his surname lacks in creativity, he supplements elsewhere,” she grins, lips wicked and lovely. Bunny turns, cooly crossing one leg over the other, eyeing him now with the full depth of her hunger. “But that is not what you care to know. Speak freely, amante. There are no secrets between us.”

◦ 「 ☠ 」 ——

another chuckle rumbles deep within his chest; the sound refusing to be tamed. it insists on being loud, if only to demonstrate how amused he is by her response. “bozhe moi,” gavriil mutters to himself, the words accompanied by a slight shake of his head. “the boys will never get over this one.” how many times have they laughed at the ruling parisian family’s expense by now? how many times even konstantin had stooped to their childish level and partaken in their juvenile exercise of ‘who comes up with the most insulting joke about the d’amours or the french’? the correct answer to both questions? numerous times. and now? it would only get worse.

his attention, which had somewhat drifted, returns to her in an instant when she continues speaking. his amusement fades away from his features, as his expression takes on a more neutral look, perhaps laced with a touch of curiosity. neither of them know the other fully, but he knows the workings of her mind well enough to know she is now baiting him — not that she is even attempting to disguise it. “i actually did want to know that.” he counters her claim. “but since you’re so eager to give a performance review”—the look on her face is unmistakable, after all—“i am all ears, love.”

there is a brief pause as gavriil considers his next words. once he is satisfied with that, the russian sits up straighter and speaks. “ruining a complete stranger does have its charms, but i do adore the thrill of knowing at least something about the person i go after.” contrary to his casual tone, there is nothing casual about the way he places his hand on her knee. it is not a relaxed gesture — it is all cruel intentions. “should we make it a game, darling?” an innocuous question; but he meets her eyes, his gaze is full of charged tension. “i try to devastate him faster than you can break his heart.” now, his left eyebrow lifts too, purely to challenge her. “how does that sound?”

#d: tbd.#l: bunny's room.#i: bunny.

WHEN: late spring / early summer of 2018; a few months after the cors’ arrival. WHERE: bunny and red’s room at dt. WHO: gav & bunny ( @uncaged-bunny )

“darling, i have a question.”

the statement is all the warning gavriil grants his beloved before his hand twists the knob, pushing the door open, and he enters the room. it is not a particularly socially acceptable way to invade someone’s personal space, especially when bunny is not the sole occupant of this room. furthermore, in the back of his mind, he can already hear marina’s inevitable griping about his lack of respect toward her establishment and her girls. yet, the russian’s mind promptly declines the opportunity to be concerned about any of those things. worry does not tarnish his features when he pushes the door close behind him. apprehension is nowhere to be found within his gaze as he pauses for a moment, taking a second to appreciate his girlfriend’s exquisite form.

seven full years; now starting their eighth one together. never did he fancy himself the kind of guy who would keep people around for longer than a simple hookup. never did he imagine he would so willingly carve out his still beating heart and present it on a silver platter to a woman, knowing full well she might toss it away if a whim struck her. but here he is, years later, as enamoured and bewitched as he was during those early days.

but, ahem. his near blind adoration of bunny is not why he has come here. gavriil breathes in deeply and lets out an exhale. yes, right, he came here because he needs his curiosity sated.

“it’s about that parisian twink of yours.” the russian continues casually, as if they discuss this topic frequently — like this is not the very first time either of them have openly brought up the subject in a conversation. his feet lead him toward her bed and, with instinctive ease, intimate familiarity, plops down it. “is d’amour really his surname? or is it some bizarre custom of theirs? either way—” and now he does not conceal the flicker of amusement that curves the corners of his lips upwards, “— it’s certainly a choice, considering where they’re from.”

#i: bunny.#d: tbd.#l: bunny's room.#( so i was inspired by those ask memes. but then. this happened. )#( it's also set in time after babel have become a thing #but before she's informed gav of that.#so this is basically gav confronting her abt it. )

GAVRIIL PARAMANOV + TATTOOS

all of his tattoos are black-and-grey

most of them don’t have deeper meaning; for example, he merely enjoys the dark imagery present in his chest and back pieces. his sleeves were inspired by the fact that he likes the symbolism of wolves and tigers; the rest of the content he left up to the artist.

though not super visible in the photo, his front piece wraps around his sides so that there’s no empty space between the front piece and the back piece. even though they are two separate tattoos, he insisted they look as cohesive as possible. the same applies to the sleeves. they are also connected seamlessly to the front and back pieces.

contrary to his upper body and arms, his legs are quite “messy” / less “smooth” when it comes to overall cohesion.

his right leg resembles a patchwork quilt. he has multiple smaller tattoos (most of which signify a connection to the bratva) all over the leg, with plenty of space between them. examples can be seen in the bottom left picture

also on his right anterior thigh, gav has a tattoo of a bottle of chanel no5 with flowers blooming from it. yes, that is the tattoo dedicated to abel. it’s both obvious and inconspicuous enough that people won’t immediately make the connection between it and the corsican man. and yes, gav knows it’s kind of ridiculous, but he finds it hilarious and adores it all the same.

his left leg, on the other hand, is completely clean of any tattoos, except for one. a series of roman numerals wrap around his ankle, forming a sort of anklet. the numerals form one of the most important dates in gavriil’s life: the day he realized he’s in love with bunny.

gav has no tattoos in the neck/head area, on his hands/fingers, nor on his feet/toes. therefore, if he so desires, he could cover them all up with clothes and leave an impression of no tattoos at all.

has no tattoos on his ass or genitals. ass is not a definite no-no, but genitals are. he’s not opposed to little pain, but genital tattoos is a little too much.

#about.#headcanon.#re: tattoos.

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A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments, Roland Barthes

#words.#about.

DATE & TIME: June 23, 2021; 9:30AM LOCATION: their apartment, midtown manhattan WITH: @uncaged-bunny & @prince-abel-d-amour-blog

EVEN THOUGH HE balances three takeaway cups of coffee in one hand and a bag of their favorite pastries on the other, the task of opening the door to their apartment remains a simple one. the key slides in its place easily enough; an effortless twisting movement of his wrist; and just like that, the door opens. it barely registers in gavriil’s mind as he grabs the key again, shoving it to his pocket before he steps inside the apartment and pulls the door close once more. he has gone on countless coffee runs, so, by now, he’s learned the script by heart. he could do it with his eyes closed — a testament to how automated this little routine of his has become.

today, however, the familiarity of this habit is what enables him to execute it successfully despite the startling phone call he received in the middle of it. he had just received their coffees when illarion had rung him. nothing extraordinary, for he did speak with his younger brother on the phone regularly. no, it was the information relayed during it that shook even a cold-blooded man such as himself. she’s dead, illarion had repeated frantically. she’s been murdered, brother. it had taken a decent amount of soothing words and firm questions before illarion had explained everything. marina, found brutally murdered in her own apartment. no culprit identified, though as illarion had mentioned, konstantin was already convinced of the killer’s identity.

in gavriil’s mind, it makes little difference whether the russian boss’ accusations are true or false. what concerns him more are the potentially devastating consequences of this act of violence that he and his loved ones will face.

before he can further analyze the situation, his eyes land on a sight and thus force his mind to consider something far more delightful: bunny and abel. “you’re both awake.” he observes, brows rising in a show of mild surprise. “pity,” the russian continues as he heads toward the dining table. “i’d hoped you’d both be asleep still so i could tempt you awake with coffee and kisses.” the corners of his lips curve upwards in amusement as he places their breakfast items on the table. unfortunately, the moment of joy is short-lived; the call returning to the forefront of his mind.

because of this, his smile dies and the expression on his features transforms into something somber. a brief inhale and exhale; and only then does he turn around to face his lovers. when he speaks, his voice is all seriousness and no humor. “have you heard the news already?”