gianna

                                   Dying Is an art, like everything else.                                                                     I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell.                                                  I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I’ve a call.                                                                                                                                                                      fandomless oc by hannah               

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[skulandcrossbones]

I’ve seen evil… and I’m looking at it now.

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emil

         a smirk escapes him and he shakes his head  “  i’m sure we could give ‘em a run for their money.  ”  for people who face death every day they all would rather avoid the topic of it in relation to themselves. he knows he prefers not to think too hard about what could await him on the other side. heaven. hell. reincarnation. nothingness. he can never quite decide which seems worse or better. but it does none of them any good to get lost in those thoughts. there’s no answers to the questions. no end to that road except misery. and they all clearly have enough of that to go around. emil’s gaze settles on her again, considering her a few moments.  “  you wanna tell me what’s got you pondering the existential?  ”  he inquires with a tilt of the head. he could find out easily enough with or without her permission. but they don’t do that. not to each other. the one line most of them won’t cross. unless tantalus orders otherwise, of course. 

           “I’m sure the devil fears me more than God himself.” It’s supposed to be a joke but her voice stays low, maybe it’s because if heaven and hell are real she wouldn’t even be allowed into hell itself, deemed to sinful for the worst parts. The remains of her smile slowly disappear as his question sinks in.  “ I don’t know if you know, But I’ve been in Vatican city for the past month, just got back really, and the entire time I was there, I spent most of my time looking for a young girl, a niece of someone from Tantalus, she had gone missing, they thought she had been kidnapped but she was just hiding deep in the catacombs, but... I had to be in St. Peter’s Basilica when I wasn’t looking, you know double-edged sword, look for an innocent little girl, spy on some cardinals ya know...” Brows furrow as she remembers the smell of the old church, the dampness of the catacombs. With a shake of her head, she shrugged. “ I guess being surrounded by so many faith-filled people, it made me question what was waiting for me, for people like us.” Her jaw is clenched as she finishes her drink with a wince as the burn goes down her throat. Standing to look out over the skyline she chuckles. “ Don’t think so much about it though, wouldn’t want you feeling so ... abandoned.” Grabbing the decanter she pours another drink.

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emil

          a heavy breath escapes him and he shakes his head, gaze blankly passing over their target. he knows it isn’t her fault. it isn’t like they get to pick and choose the majority of their assignments. but he still doesn’t like it. feels like he’s been given a babysitter, except if he missteps the consequences are far worse than a little time out. emil shrugs slightly as he glances away at passing civilians.   “  job’ll get done either way,  ”  he mutters  “  heard there’s a nice little coffee shop down the street.  ”  she could step aside and let him do his fucking job on his own. it’s not like he’d snitch. but they both know she isn’t going to do that. especially if she has orders of which he has not been made aware. data retrieval shouldn’t require two people. even if assassination is deemed necessary after. yet, here she is. chestnut hues shift back towards the target   “  he’s gonna leave soon. they’re both upset.  ”  

           An almost sneer graces her lips as she followed his gaze absently. “ I’d prefer to have my head on my shoulders instead of a nice coffee.” She would like to have a nice cup but if she didn’t do her job she wouldn’t get another chance to.  Auburn locks are pulled from her face as she nods, some fly aways hanging still in front of her features before a singular perfectly done eyebrow arches, a snicker leaving her. “I hope its something raunchy, it’s quite boring right now, maybe they slept together, and now this spouse knows. Straight from Coronation Street.” When she was just with fellow agents, her Scottish accent always seemed to seep through her words. She missed the rolling hills but now they’re replaced with foreign cities and stupid men completely oblivious to her presence. “ Shall we go for a Gelato the carts a little closer and with the crowds I can’t see his lips.”

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emil

@painendures​ || starter call

          “  you don’t need to be here,  ”  words are quiet as he glances back towards the other agent. he cannot help the paranoia which resides in the back of his mind when another asset is sent to aid in missions. something always whispers in his mind that they’re there to spy on him. and it’s more than that. he has had things go horribly awry before. he doesn’t want to be responsible for the death of another agent. not again. never again.   “  i have everything under control.  ”

             Eyes roll at his words, it’s not like she had much of a choice, she goes where shes told, does whats order and gets her job done, this was no different. “Well write a complaint card then.” While leaned back against a wall she keeps her eyes on the target discreetly, a file working against her nails. This was just a job, she didn’t know really what they wanted from her, she’d find out afterwards but right now that wasn’t what was in the forefront in her mind, right now it was what they were saying to a pedestrian. A large exhale leaves her nose as eyes narrow. “Can you please just stop talking? This is just another fucking job, if you have everything under control, it’ll be easy for me, but if something slips I’m here to help, anyways it’s not like I can just up and leave.”

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                                 ind. sel. ORIGINAL CHARACTER                                                                              tamed by HANNAH

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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

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Emil

@painendures​ said:  “  i have to believe death is the end. because all that waits for me in the afterlife is a debt of sin i don’t think could ever be paid off.  ” 

         her words strike a chord with him. one which is a little stronger than he would wish. he doesn’t need his abilities to empathize with the woman. not in this, at least. what they do is not pretty. and he supposes, deep down, he knows they would be counted among the villains of history. at least, perhaps he will. no amount of solving cases for the government will make up for all the other souls he has tortured and killed. even if it all balances out, at best he is neutral. and if he knows anything about the concept of faith, that’s even worse somehow. 

emil’s gaze breaks away from gianna’s. his eyes give him away far too easily. he knows this. wearing his heart on his sleeve is a fault the academy never quite beat out of him.   “  here’s to hoping god is dead after all,  ”  he mutters, halfheartedly lifting his glass of scotch. no matter what religion, what belief system of life after death, he knows there is nothing good in store for him. emil shrugs as he lifts the drink to his lips  “  ‘least i’ll be in good company.  ”

                her lips rest against the scarred skin of her knuckles, her own drink remaining untouched since she had made it. Even though she did not believe in a God, being in Rome for the past couple of months had led to her feeling a queasiness so uncommon to herself. That doing what they did would have a much large punishment than originally expected. When his eyes leave hers she doesn’t stop looking at him, waiting for her response to her, something to lessen the anxiety growing within the rigid exterior she had created. “ And here’s to hoping that if he isn’t, we can kill him.” It's more of a whisper than anything, but she still follows his action taking a long sip from the glass of wine in front of her. Maybe for the first time since returning a genuine chuckle leaves her lips. “They’d probably hire us for our expertise, I could definitely out torture a demon.

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ontari

the dark haired raven was never seen without her blonde companion , the tall man — her mentor — was easily the only reason the young woman had made it this far in her training , she’d grown an unhealthy attachment to the man. and would not easily take any assignment that required her distance from him , which at this point in training , was becoming more and more common. she’s even more hesitant about the female agents , while gianna is only slightly more accelerated than she is , it is a difficult thing for her to do , feel what the woman is feeling and understand it ( women are always far more complex than their male counterparts , it’s why ontari prefers working with men ). the statement catches her off guard , she checks her watch. she’s fifteen minutes early , or she thought she had been. “ i don’t drink. ” the words are curt , “ but i’ll take a lemon water. ”

                  “Hol dem Mädchen was zu trinken .” The german easily rolls off her tongue as she addresses the bartender, not bothering much to acknowledge him besides the sliding of money and a tip over towards him. “Am I to assume he will not be joining us? Or is he uncharacteristically late?” For the first time, she tilts her head to look at the dark-haired girl, she had to still be in training and in all honesty, it did worry the elder just slightly. She had opted out of being a mentor after finishing her training, not that excited about being in charge of someone’s life. “And don’t worry, it’s just a simple road trip up to Kiel, we have to visit a family friend, make sure they’re doing okay.”  Every time she spoke the german accent that she adopted came through, any passerby that heard her speak would assume she was from there. “Are you hungry? We have some time to kill.”

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michael

       they were trained to not be picky ; he’s not  sprised by her statement , and yet this meeting was being so dramatic for no reason ( this is why he prefered not to work with anyone else ) —- michael himself had never been given a mentee , he didn’t understand how the other agents dealt with the younger generation. their training seemed softer less , traumatic , though he doubted that was the case it was likely just different adapted so that they would fit in perfectly to any situation that their age group required which of course , was different than the needs provided by his own. his eyes catch the server , and as they’re in an itallian restaurant , he greets the man in perfect italian , his natural born spanish helping with the ease of the language as he orders for himself , and the lady , and her red wine. “ only a few days , ” the man’s natural latin-american accent is pushed asside for a british one when speaking in english , of course , they are never quite themselves out in public are they ? who are they at their core anyway ? the world doesn’t really exist to people like them. they are barely people anyway. “ and yourself ? ”

                Lips rest against the side of her hand as he speaks eyes starring blankly forward at the table cloth her thumb running over her nails as she simply nodded. She wasn’t phased at the foreign accent, nor would he when he heard hers. They were essentially blank slates to be drawn on and erased over and over for whatever reason, to blend in, or to stand out. “This morning, around six.” Her drink arrives within minutes and a small smile grows as she takes a sip. “Grazie.” She always wondered what it felt like, to not be a weapon in human form, to not have to hide behind fake names and passports. To keep a home where she would never fear for her own life. Maybe she romanticized a normal life, but how many movies did that to her own life. Doing their job was never and would never be as clean and easy as Hollywood made it seem, as black or white either. Shutting her wandering mind down she gently pushes her clutch towards his drink. “ I hope you heard about the big party in Venice, it should last almost a week, she’s getting married, and he’s very wealthy.”

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michael 

       he moves around , he moves around a lot. time always seems to echo in a strange way as he moves from place to place , following one thing and then another until he can achieve the goal that people give him to accomplish for that day , week or month , and then move on. he’s gotten used to it by now. the ‘ home base ’ apartment remains surprisingly empty for the most part. other than some very basic modern furniture the place was mainly empty , he picks restaurants the same way. simple , overcrowded , but so people haven’t looked over at him really , a simple suit as he glosses over the menu , a simply whiskey on the rocks and he’s just waiting for her to arrive.         “ there’s a menu in front of you , i recommend the steak. ” unless of course , she was on one of those female agent diets where hey couldn’t have meat , “ and stop calling me mikey , it’s john gonzalez. ”

                Eyebrows raise as she looks at the menu in front of her perfectly manicured nails trace over the the entrees listed. “Well, I’ve never been picky before, besides with my ice cream.”  Flipping the menu closed she  pushes it towards the edge. “Guess, I’ll take the steak. With a nice red, you obviously know the place so you can figure out which one. ” She’s anxious with her back to the crowd, but, it doesn’t show besides the gentle twist of a ring on her pointer finger. “Oh yes. John... how long have you been back since - from your vacation?” Her attitude and language changes as a server approaches the duo.

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@dngerclose​ Michael & Gianna

                It had been a hard couple of months for Gianna, she hadn’t been in the same city for more than a week at a time.  Red hair had been pulled into a tight ponytail at the nape of her neck. The restaurant was dimly lit as she made her way through the tables, couples and groups completely oblivious to what she felt or could do. She liked it, she felt normal. Until she caught her first glimpse of his face. Strides lengthen as she makes her way to the small table in the back before pulling out the empty chair and sitting down, legs crossing automatically. “Did you already order for me or should i ask for a menu?” Setting her clutch on the table she sets elbows on the table fingers linking as she leaned forward, as a bright smile comes on her features. “It’s been a very long time Mikey. I’ve missed you.” Straightening her back her smile never falters. “ Nice venue for a reunion if I do say so myself.”

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@ontcri​ - cause you my bb

               It had been a while since she had seen Ontari, months maybe even a year, but that was their job. But there she sat at a bar in Berlin. Ring clad fingers tap against the glass of her pint. Looking at the mirrored wall behind the bar checking the door to see the girl walk in. Gianna had to admit, she had showed up maybe an hour or two early, had been nursing the same pint since. As the bell above the door tolls for maybe the hundredth time during her stay. Blue eyes glance to the mirror before a half smile grows on her features. “About time O, I hope your stay in Berlin has been nice.” She doesn’t bother looking over her shoulder at the brunette but still pulls the bar-stool out for her. “ Have a drink.”

[thatmansplayinggalaga]

[kyloren]

They were right to fear me. Dark Phoenix (2019) dir. Simon Kinberg

[blondiepoison]

Sophie Turner by Daniel Jackson | Vogue China (July 2019)

[skulandcrossbones]

I’ve seen evil… and I’m looking at it now.