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[rostahm]

@emmysvance​

her smile didn’t widen, however, there was an extra amused spark visible in her darkened hues as she spotted her old friend. it was rare to see her so many times in a certain range of time, this one being only a few weeks. she wouldn’t complain, especially seeing her timing only  CONTINUED  to get better. fifteen minutes earlier and she would’ve searched for aya with no avail. it was BUSINESS HOURS after all — sometimes she had V E R Y  important customers to take care of.

                  “ keep comin’ on over here and i might get a complex. ”

[rostahm]

@mclaggxn       

             the wedding had certainly been  SOMETHING to learn about,              people among people    whispering   about it in the alleyways              and in the bars. quite frankly, aya had grown tired of hearing             it. she wasn’t exactly HEARTLESS, but she felt that the entire            ceremony had been idiotic in the first place. that was precisely            why, when rostam eyed the blonde at the entrance of her store,             she didn’t mention or hint at the POPULAR event.

                         “ what can i do ya for, darling? ”

[rostahm]

         she had seen her a few times, entering her store and looking around before         departing without so much as an item in hand. the lack of purchases weren’t         what bothered her —  N O,  it was the careful, somewhat worried expression         that plagued her otherwise beautiful features. something was W R O N G and         while rostam didn’t particularly know this woman,    she found herself curious         nonetheless. “ it’s a scarce gem found on the edge of a volcano. BEAUTIFUL &         R A R E; my two favorite things. ”  she said kindly, walking with an undeniable        grace as she let her fingers glide softly along the cleaned shelves of the store.         “ unfortunately dear .... VERY expensive. ”

@lyra-nott

[rostahm]

     she paused, eyes falling on the man she’d known for what felt like ages.      truth of the matter was, she never actually KNEW him. not as well as her     sister had. that being said, she still felt an odd sense of anger should they     remain separated for too long. he acted as a  r e m i n d e r  and one might     describe her as an ADDICT. aya would,  of course,  deny this. “ precisely     why i don’t go to weddings, ” she said, her voice like silk as she broke the     silence. “ y’ want a drink? ”

@fvrtescues

[rostahm]

ofvcnitcs:

        As what came to no surprise to probably anyone, while people were off dying         or damn near close to it at St. Mungo’s, Emma Vanity could be found at none         other than one of the local pubs. Her only current usefulness found in filling         the pockets of the bartender. She was perfectly CONTENT sitting there with         what was her third? drink. That was up until a shadow was cast over her as         someone approached. She gave a sigh before glancing at whoever dared to         interrupt her little pity party.                 “ Sorry.. this misery doesn’t want any company, ” She spoke.

                 “ hmm, ” the woman hummed, taking a seat despite the woman’s biting words.                   she was P R E S U M P T U O U S — thinking automatically that any warm body                    within spitting distance was interested in her upbeat company. under normal                  circumstances, aya would correct her mistake, but something about the crinkle                   in her eye and the lazy curve of her posture left her feeling  S O R R Y   for the                  stranger. aya would also assume that this girl would rather take a bludger to the                  face than to have anyone feel pity for her. perhaps that would be her FIRST favor. 

                         “ she’ll have another. ” her second. 

                      “ L O O K — i’m not asking you to get married or be my                      new best gal pal. s’free booze babe, i'm not offering twice. ”

[duskgifs]

Where do you think you’re going?

[rostahm]

[rostahm]

tessvasilko:

“and who’s they? those men?” tessa ventured to ask, doubting she’d get a response that would really clear up any of her questions as opposed to stacking on more. she stiffened cautiously as the other woman — aya — came closer, only to pass her without further thought. she paused for only a minute before turning to follow, driven by her own growing queries and the notion that she seemed like a girl who wanted to be followed. if it came down to it, tessa could handle herself. or so she hoped. nothing like taking a little risk.

“teresa vasilko. preferably tess,” she answered without further detail, moving onto her own proceeding question. “and where or what exactly is it that i’m walking into? reckon’ i’m not the kind of person to say no to dinner, but usually i prefer to have an idea of who it is i’m dinin’ with.”

                    her response wasn’t immediate, but she eventually answered           with a simple, “ they’re among a few. ” she’d certainly underplayed her own         reputation, forgetting to mention it’d been more than an easy few who knew of            her and her notoriety. that being said, her words had been chosen specifically                for that reason and if this so called tess was smart, she’d realize that. 

         “ what are you walking into? ” she asking humorously, a laugh escaping her        lips as she turned to look at her newfound company. “ you’re rather theatrical           aren’t you? s’not to say i don’t enjoy it, because i do. ” every so often they       would pass a few curious souls, looking in their direction and immediately closing       themselves off, worried of possibly garnering her attention. “ you’re walking into a                     restaurant with a woman who happens to LOVE indian food. ”

               she paused at a door, once again moving to look at tess. “ i’m sure               you have plenty of questions. you can ask them here. ” aya offered a                 smirk before turning and entering the tiny and somewhat off-the-grid               establishment. she always loved the smaller businesses; they were                          far more creative than people gave them credit for. 

[rostahm]

tessvasilko:

tess couldn’t shake the feeling that she was about to be eaten alive, were she not careful. she may not have really known this woman, but she knew enough to tell her that she wasn’t exactly someone to be underestimated. as she drew closer tess found her spine straightening, everything about her on edge. this had the potential to go swiftly downhill or in her favor, if she was smart about things.

                         then again, she wasn’t exactly known for making                  the most intelligent decisions. damn her curiosity.

“or both,” tess said dryly, shoulders rising in a brief shrug. “up in the air at this point. any chance i can get a name this time?” her eyes moved away from the other for only a beat, considering her surroundings again. “or, you know, not be standing in the middle of some street in a neighborhood i’m clearly not from.”

            “ they call me rostam, ” she gave without hesitating, the woman getting               closer and closer as she went to pass her. “ but you can call me aya. ”             it was then that she began to move down the alley, fluid steps helping her              glide across the cobblestone as she spoke again without turning around.             “ i do hope you’re following me. i’d HATE to eat alone. ”

           normally she wouldn’t take out a small chuck of time to spend an evening          with a woman who couldn’t benefit her, but she was curious as to why such          an angelic face was religiously found in such devilish places: especially when           they were normally found around HER vicinity. was it a coincidence or was                                she developing another fan? who really knew. 

              “ remind me who you are, dear, ” this came out as more of a request             than a question. it was the problem with aya, she rarely asked for things. 

[rostahm]

alastorestar:

It was the perfect agreement, albeit toxic. He had an excuse to keep nurturing his less ministry approved collection back at home, he built up his own career and simultaneously made sure that even someone infringing the law like Aya had something resembling justice. After all, there were much worse crimes to commit than selling illegal artifacts. He sure had a gray view of the world for a law enforcer.

Moody had other civilian contacts in the less colourful corners of the country, but Aya? Oh, she was his favourite. Alastor was a symbol of fear for the others, who gave him all information they could possibly have just to be sure the storm he brought never came close to their doorstep. He respected Aya. She wasn’t powerless, cowering in a corner like the others. No, she was a storm herself.

“Mean is an understatement.” He had contingencies for her too. Ways he could hide what they’ve been up to, ways he could wreck her business, ways he could clean his unholy tracks. “You are malign.” There was the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. “There’ve been some whispers in a few bars up North - maybe you could help. Do you know her?” A favour paying back a favour. He slid a blurry photograph of a cloaked woman to her, which was completely blank until he pressed his palm against it. A secret spell, created inside the Order.

                 aya rostam had a problem with TRUST. she liked to believe that she               didn’t give it out freely, that not just anyone could earn such a powerful             thing. for instance, when she first met alastor, she immediately waved him              off, not willing to even try. but he proved her ‘wrong’ — a word she didn’t             use lightly. time and time again he showed his true colors, a man of power             and determination. she’d be a fool to say she trusted him. of course, therein               lay the problem. despite her claims to the contrary, she trusted too easily. 

    she nodded at the anti-climactic description of herself, an amused      smirk crossing her features as she did so. perhaps he was right.   the brunette has spent quite some time imagining the untimely death  of those who tried to go against her. the previous man? with the cock  complex? he was buried alive: large eyes watching her desperately as  she tossed bits of dirt on him. it would take some time, surely, but she would enjoy every minute of it. then she would DANCE; she would dance         all night on top of his grave as he lay cold six feet under. 

                                      so yes, maybe she was malign.

                  “ you say the most charming things. ” she arched her brow, her gaze                    eventually falling to the photo on her table. the magic he used hadn’t                     been like anything she’d ever seen, a confused expression painting                      itself across her features as she briefly raised her gaze toward him;                    however, despite her curiosity, she merely lifted the photo and took a                    better look. “ seems i could help you — but i rarely send someone to                    the gallows without a reason. you know this. ”

[rostahm]

tessvasilko:

                — the moment she got a semi serious assignment on the field,                   it would figure she’d find herself in this situation. some seedy                        neighborhood beyond the center of wizarding london,                  with no backup. she had some serious shit opinions to share                      with auror jarvis when she got back to the office tomorrow. 

tess may have been no stranger to addicted wizards who were far too trigger happy with a wand ( wizarding new york wasn’t exactly known for being any safer than the city as a whole ), but that wasn’t to say she wasn’t on EDGE. she had been trained for things like this — keep a cool head, don’t jump the gun. yet her brain was running a thousand miles a minute, far less confident than her big mouth that just had to open with, “bless your hearts, gentlemen. sadly, i’m not exactly interested.” yeah, she was trained, but not quite to handle so many on her own at once. dammit.

though before anything could reach a boiling point, a smooth voice cut in, a sense of danger underlying the otherwise self-assured words. tess had heard that voice before — and when her eyes landed on the other woman, she couldn’t truly say she was surprised. the second time this all but avenging angel came stepping in for her favor; tess couldn’t begin to imagine the impression of a damsel in distress that she had left in return. while the men all seemed to freeze in their place, tessa didn’t dream of relaxing, eyes flickering across the circle to ensure that no one took a step out of place. but with the regal and commanding way the dark haired witch addressed them with, something told her she had wandered into a lion’s den. the court of a queen who knew exactly what she was doing. and there was nothing more dangerous than someone who knew just the right words to say and moves to make.

the weak squeak of a yes had an apparition of an amused smile ghosting across the blonde’s lips as she watched the men wearily lower their wands, the look in their eyes displaying just how frightened the other woman made them. she was thankful, finding herself able to relax at least slightly when they ambled out, retreating back into the shifting shadows cast by the tall buildings. tessa let out a slight sigh as she lowered her own wand, though not totally relaxing. she clearly didn’t have the space to lower her guard right now. she could only hope it wasn’t visible that she was slightly shaken up.

                      “nothing like a pretty witch repeatedly comin’ to your aid,”                tess dared to remark. “but, ah — thank you. again.”

          she didn’t know the blonde, per se. they had met once, a different yet           somewhat similar scenario ghosting across them. this woman, whose          name aya would admit to having forgotten, appeared to have a fixation           on bad decisions and troubled situations. it was all very STUPID; very           damsel-seque. that being said, this particular brunette had a love for        saving beautiful women from various different villains. it was so incredibly          FAIRYTALE with an extra side of vagina. 

             after receiving her ‘thanks’, she let her eyes wander over the stranger.             she didn’t even try to hide it, purposely walking closer in a slow manner                 as she did so. the woman’s body appeared fit, but in the way that          screamed presentation rather than protection. she could probably run fast,          but aya wouldn’t expect her to go around throwing punches. upon reaching         a point of comfort, she let her gaze wander back upward, an unreadable smirk           now crossing her features. " i’m beginning to think you have a death wish. ”

                  “ or you really, REALLY wanna buy me dinner. ”

[rostahm]

doesmeadow:

Once the door opened, Dorcas could hear all of the sounds from the inside, and yet another tidal wave of conflicted feelings attempted to drown her. All of her already jumbled thoughts crashed against each other in a far too familiar fight - run or stay. Aya’s cold expression told her to turn her back and never return, which would force her to carry the weight of one more relationship she tore apart because she was so damn scared. The well-known voices in the background tried to lure her in by simply being there. Her concept of familiar was too toxic for her to bear. She craved everything she knew, everything that felt like home, and she used and abused it until her only option was to flee. She’d then try and come back from more, but there was usually not much left to give and the victims of her abandonment were cautiously protecting themselves from her famed mistakes. They were always the same.

Dory couldn’t hold the stare for long. Instead, her eyes kept drifting away to the sides, trying to catch glimpses of the other side of the door, where she should be. Her longing looks distracted her from the woman, and she was caught off guard with a hug - how long had it been since she’d received one just like that? All confusion and second thoughts melted away as she did too, slowly wrapping her arms around Aya and remembering how to breathe. Dorcas took too long to answer as she was much more focused on the warm arms around her, but hoped that the woman would ignore her temporary vulnerability. “Thank you. I’m sorry.” She let go of Aya, all of her body and mind wishing to return. “Can we, hm, talk, maybe? Later, when they go to bed?”

              it was a cliche, yet aya couldn’t help but notice a few similarities between             herself and the young runaway. while dorcas held an intense need to be free           (this clashing wildly against her secretive desperation to be found), she at least             had a home to come back to when things turned rough. and the scared look,           the one she donned effortlessly moments before their hug, was enough to leave            the store owner completely heartbroken. she loved far too much for a woman                who pretended not to have a soul. dorcas was a weakness. they all were. 

                            the apology, while expected, was completely unnecessary.                     did the young girl learn from her mistake? perhaps. would she leave                  again? almost definitely. still, aya lifted her hand and caressed her cheek,                  brushing back a hair as she gave her a smile. “ of course. i’d love to hear                 your stories. ” given her tone, it was clear that she didn’t expect to be told                too much, if anything at all. whatever dorcas wished to talk about, it wasn’t                         what she'd been up to the past few months. 

           ((  FEW HOURS LATER ))

                                                                the living room was empty save for two souls. 

       aya walked casually toward the couch, a cup of tea balanced       in her grasp as she handed it off toward doe. flipping her hair to      the side, she took a seat and laid a watchful gaze on the brunette. 

                 “ you see their smiles? it was almost as if you’d never left. ” she paused,                 letting a sigh emerge as she took in her surroundings. “ i try to make this                 a home. a place where the LONELY and the FORGOTTEN can find peace                of mind. there are times when i think i’ve succeeded ...  and then there are                   times when i wake up to find an empty bed. ”

[rostahm]

emmysvance:

She turned away from the crimson jewel, pristine and painted fingers falling from it and sending it swinging gently in midair from the hook it dangled off of. She shook her head. 

“Oh, thank you, but I couldn’t possibly. Truly.”

“You do know how I like to travel light.”

And that included any stranglers to tug at her heart strings, even the one milling about outside the door. She never said anything about it, but it wasn’t because she didn’t notice. 

“It just reminds me of something I saw in Tibet,” she continued, turning back to the now still jewel.  “If I knew you already had something similar I might have gotten you something different instead. Still quite lovely though.”

                “ you got me something? ” her brow arched, a playful grin crossed                her features as she gently took hold of the girl’s wrist. “ come on, tell              me all about tibet. i want to hear EVERYTHING. ” she tugged her forward,                 leading her toward the velvet curtains that hung behind the counter;                curtains that separated the store from her place of residence. despite                  the difference, both were intoxicatingly beautiful in their own right. 

                     “ i can’t travel myself, ” she said casually, letting go of her                       connection before taking her place on one of the couches.                    “ so i have to live vicariously through you. hope ya don’t mind. ”

[wangsjoon]

#very important for science

[rostahm]

@tessvasilko

          the whistles were loud, anyone within a 1000 foot radius having           heard them without a problem. their teeth were slimy and their       skin was wrinkled and decayed, but their cat calls were impeccable.         some had their wands out while others remained confident in the      power of their fists, all surrounding the poor girl as if she were a juicy         steak and they were rabid dogs (and perhaps, in a way, they were).   

                            “ gentleman, ” she cooed, walking gracefully toward the SHOW,                             a silk floral robe lifting despite the lack of a light breeze, further                          cementing her role as an ethereal being. “ do me a favor. FUCK OFF. ”                            the words emerged casual and convinced, as if two words spoken                             to such a dangerous and rowdy bunch wasn’t exactly a big deal. 

“ this ain’t nothin’ ta do with yer business, so it ain’t none’a yers. ”

      her casual expression remained, a dangerous smile curving the edge   of her lips as she watched the man who spoke. there was something about      her eyes: they were dark, almost pitch black, hiding something terrifying     as she tilted her head in recognition. “ that’s where you’re wrong, my dear.     EVERYTHING is my business. ” it was then that she began to walk forward,   her motions smooth and effortless as she essentially floated across the floor.      “ you’re my business: your family, your addictions. you take a shit, i know  about it. you’re mine. you’re my bitch, ” by this time, she was standing directly      in front of him, the dark in her eyes expanding to something horrifying as       she stared him down. everyone else was quiet, staring with fear as the       scene took place. “ isn’t that right? ” her words were less of a question       and more of a threatening statement. 

                                              he looked ashamed as his own incompetence.                                              only the most ridiculous of men would cower as                                              such a beautiful face, right? yet still, he nodded                                                          and gave a weak, “ yes. ”

                     her grin returned, a relaxed expression taking hold despite her gaze never wavering from the man.         “ oh, i’m so happy ... now LEAVE the pretty girl alone. ”

[rostahm]

☄ ♚ ♕ ☮ ♡

             ѕlυddy тιмeѕ aт rιdgeмonт нιgн

☄   If there was a safe-word, what would it be?

                  “ stop. ”

♚  Most sensitive spot 

              “ s’got a ‘g’ in the name.                         most men haven’t heard of it.”

♕  What is their mood-killer

         “ don’t be afraid to be a little rough. go hard, SPANK ME … don’t ask me every five seconds if i’m okay.                           && if you don’t go down on me,                 don’t expect me to go down on you.            in fact, if i’m not seeing jesus by the end of it,                          you’re not getting anything. 

☮   Position Preferences

                “ i like the view from up top. ”

♡   What they do after sex

aya has never met anyone worthy of staying in bed with. once she had her fair share of FUN, she will take a stand and grab one of her many silk robes, tossing it on before leaving behind whatever warm body she’d just ridden. rostam has things to do, places to go and people to see. she doesn’t have time to cuddle. 

[rostahm]

☀♧

                      ѕlυddy тιмeѕ aт rιdgeмonт нιgн

☀   Masturbate or seek for a helping hand?

              “ while i won’t say no to a little HELP … i’m more than capable of shouting my own name. pretty sure      god’s gotten used to hearing it— she’s always                    been interested in my life. ”

♧   Most exotic place they’ve done it at

                                         “  nothing like fucking a man in a confessional.                               ——— like i said … she listens in. ”