#beatricvs

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🔪 ( mason lmao ) && 😉 ( enrique )

mason meme .

enrique meme .

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🔪 Point a weapon at my muse  * //  ⊰  mason giordano ft . beatrice bianchi . ⊱ // @beatricvs //

          it’s not exactly what he wanted - for her to have walked in on him committing a murder . he’s been given orders , - grab the guy in the green neon shirt , and kill him . there’s blood covering his hands , his digits gripping the knife finally slicing the stranger’s throat open . his breathing is erratic , and while death and murder were two things no one should ever get used to , he’s seen it too many times . it’s a sight he hates , watching the life vanishing from his victim’s eyes - the way they struggled , or cried with every single stab - until they gave up . it’s someone working for the rival young family . it’s all he knows , he’s not been given any more information , but he’s not asked any questions either - he’s not interested . knowing about his victims only made him feel worse - the more guilty . he hates his job , fuck - he wishes he could quit , but he c o u l d n ‘ t  . a drop of sweat trickles down his forehead , hand lifting only to wipe it away with the back of his hand , blood smearing over his skin . and then - he hears steps , heels clicking against the pavement , and his gaze shifts , mouth dry as his gaze falls upon the all too familiar blonde . “  beatrice -  ” but he spots the magnum revolver , she’s holding - knife dropped onto the ground as he pushes himself up , hands raised as if to ask for mercy . “  this is not what you think it is - ” he’s sure she knows he works for her family , but what he means is - that he wasn’t the one randomly targeting innocent people , and craving crosses into their chest . “ don’t kill me -  ” it’s a plea , voice almost shaky . for once that things seemed to be going the way he wanted them to , minus his choice of profession , he has a feeling he’ll end up d e a d - “  i’m only doing what your brother asked me to .  ” he takes a step closer , dares to risk it . “  please , don’t kill me , beatrice . i’m doing this for your family .  ” 

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😉 Pull my muse in by the hips * //  ⊰  enrique lothario ft . beatrice bianchi . ⊱ // @beatricvs //

      he’s fucked , of course he is - caught up in a messy situations between the bianchi twins , but truth is - as bad as he feels sometimes for playing with both of them , there’s nothing that entertains him m o r e . “  beatrice  ~  ” he’s calling her name in an almost sing song like tune , syllables rolling off his tongue melodically as he steps into her room , door closed behind him , as his icy blue hues land on her frame . she’s standing there , her attention elsewhere - and he steps closer to the femme , hands landing upon her shoulders , slowly trailing down her sides . there’s a reason why he’s here ,  and it has nothing to do with business relating to the alliance , but rather - h e r . it’s pure b o r e d o m , that’s what he tells himself - but maybe it’s also his need to be entertained by the blonde . it’s not goldie’s room he’s walked into anyways , but rather hers . he allows himself to press a kiss to the corner of her jaw , a low chuckle parting his lips as digits gently press into her hips . “  miss me ??  ” there’s always that satisfaction of knowing whether his lovers had or not . he’s changed a lot over the course of just a few years . calling off his engagement the second he came back to victoria , after he’d spent a year teaching at one of the most prestigious universities in the country . while he wasn’t necessarily proud of the fact that he’d cheated , he didn’t regret it . if anything , he was g l a d that he’d done it - fuck , he’d do it all over again if it meant seeing babette again . he looks for the femme in every single girl he’s been with ever since , attempting to find the perfect replica - but he can’t . so a distraction is all he needs , and they both know this is exactly what that was , a distraction , a sick game . he spins her around , the smirk upon his features as he’s finally facing her evident - and he pulls her in closer by the hips , his digits giving her a small squeeze , head tilting to the side . “  i’m sure you’re feeling flattered , huh ?? that i came to see y o u . ” voice is teasing , a quiet whisper . “  are you busy ?? i was going to ask you if you’d like to head out for a walk , get some fresh air .  ” of course he’d shower her with gifts too . “  i may or may not have a little surprise for you too .  ”

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@beatricvs  closed event starter * //  ⊰  beatrice bianchi . ⊱

      sobriety was something mason wasn’t acquainted with in this very moment . he’s high on cocaine , tipsy too , but it’s not new with mason . yet , instead of his usual choice , the devil’s lettuce , he’s gone for a powder created by the angels themselves . he halts next to an all too familiar figure , the music in the background not particularly being his cup of tea . “ i’d much rather be in the bronze , honestly .  ” was it insulting for him to be telling her that ?? more so considering her family had helped in organising this event ?? “  not to be rude or anything , but i’m already a bit fed up with the champagne .  ” it would explain why he’s taking  a swig of his flask , filled with limoncello - he’s grown so distant with her over the years , and while at times he felt guilty , what else was he meant to do ?? “  you good ??  ”

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@beatricvs  closed event starter * //  ⊰  beatrice bianchi . ⊱

    “  beatrice -  ” lips curl into a grin , the corners of his lips twitching as he gazed at the femme . of course - the on going competition the twins engaged in , had him wondering how far he could push this . he offers her a cup of champagne , his icy blue hues trailing up and down her figure , he’s not blind - how could he be ?? “  may i say that , you look lovely . ” it’s nothing but the truth , she looks beautiful . “ i do hope your night wasn’t too bored without me . i bet you’re happy that i’m here to entertain you , huh ?? ”

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@beatricvs  closed starter * //  ⊰ beatrice bianchi . ⊱

           if there’s anyone that would tell him the truth , it’s her . he hasn’t heard anything from the higher ups yet , whether it’s for their leader , or their right hand - it almost felt as if everyone was simply left in the dark . if there’s anything he needed to know , she’d be the one to tell him . “  beatrice , thanks for meeting me .  ” maybe it’s strange , to be so close to the same lake victoria higgings had been found in - but the woods seemed like the safest place to meet where no one would overhear - besides , after realising her sister , ryot , was at home - he’d rather meet somewhere else regardless . he walks with her , steps slow as branches crack beneath his combat boots , the sound of the birds chanting filling the quiet atmosphere . “  the last thing i want is .  .  . for you to get pissed at me if i ask you this question - i don’t mean for it to be insulting in any way - ” a nervous laugh escapes him , hand lifting only for his digits to run through his short curls - “  but .  .  . do you know if your brother is behind the murders ?? i mean - if he sent anyone to well .  .  . do all of that . ” there’s always a chance for her brother to have lied to his face . was it bad that he didn’t trust his own leader ??

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