#c. greg

[marbeledroses]

hot blooded | greg

@ofdissonance​

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Hell was well, it was hell. Emilia had gone out in venture of finding her uncle Michael but instead she found him. Time was running out and Emilia knew if she continued on she would end up stuck in hell and there was something about him that convinced her to rescue him. She dragged him through the bodies writhing in agony around them and she prayed he would be able to help her someday down the line. Tapping into that mystical side of herself Emilia’s eyes glowed pure white for a moment and she transcended them through hell to purgatory. Now.. where the hell was the exit? She heard him gasping and she exhaled heavily as she moved over to help him sit up. “Come on, we need to move if you don’t want to end up back there.” Emilia heard the cries of monsters lurking around them and so she pulled her angel blade and a dagger out. Handing over the silver blade she gave him a bit of a head-tilt. “I hope you’re ready to fight like hell to get out of here...stay close to me, we gotta move. Now.” 

[adauntlessangel]

@likewiildfire

When Greg left... Emilia cried for a while. But then she got up, and while still crying she started packing. Yes. Packing. Her passport was on their bed and she was planning on returning home. She didn’t see how they were going to get past this, especially all those horrible things he had said to her. Fine, Mr. Volcov, you can have some obedient Russian wife, and I’ll go home. Emilia was only taking the things she had before coming to live here with him, because she never was about his money and she never would be. He could keep her stuff of get rid of it she didn’t really care. Emilia had just booked her flight via her phone and was putting the last few items of clothing into her bag when she heard Greg come home and she kept a hard exterior. Deciding that the bedroom wasn’t a good place to do this...she grabbed her suitcase and her book-bag, and she left her necklace on her nightstand. Walking into the living room with what was probably the coldest expression she could muster, something she learned from him, she simply stared at him. The question of what the fuck was she doing prompted an easy answer. “I’m leaving, like you asked.” Okay, he didn’t, but Emilia refused to let him treat her the way he had. So, she was leaving. “I’m leaving you.” Emilia stated quite easily even though it broke her heart. “I’ll no longer inconvenience or burden you with my stupidity, after all, I’m so reckless so naive..” Emilia used the words he had towards her, but this time she fired them like a weapon. “I wouldn’t want my death to cause you any more headaches, since I’m a liability that needs a babysitter, so don’t worry. My flight is in three hours, my ride will be here in fifteen minutes, and you’ll be free of me. Forever.” Wow, she did all of that without crying, maybe Russia did made her tough. 

[adauntlessangel]

@todefyodds

Emilia...leave my guns alone, they’re not toys. “Pfft..” The newly YouTube trained brunette did not see a good reason why she shouldn’t know how to work a gun. Emilia had been half tempted to ask Lesya but rather she just ‘borrowed’ one of Greg’s guns that was laying around in certain spots and she went outside and well, acted like a child. Aiming and making ‘pew-pew’, noises. Thing is, when you were with someone part of a crime fiasco apparently putting the safety on wasn’t particularly a thought? So when she heard Greg’s deep accent asking what she was doing Emilia turned around and accidentally shot the brickwall beside the love of her life’s shoulder and she froze for a moment because well, clearly. Guns were not toys. Laughing Emilia carefully held the gun out and pulled her best-cute expression. “Nothing?” 

[adauntlessangel]

Santa Baby! | Greg

🍻 Our muses get drunk off of booze filled egg nog! @todefyodds

“C’mere...c’mere!” Emilia giggled and her thumb quickly swiped across Greg’s upper lip and she snickered. “You’ve got a nog-stache!” She snickered, running her tongue across her thumb before shaking her head, Em had a case of the constant giggles right now. 

[adauntlessangel]

Hogwarts: Teachers And Mischief

Emilia, or Professor Clayton, made her way to the head of Slytherin’s quarters. A young gryffindor student had just confided some slytherin boys had done a nasty prank involving her personal items, and the first year tear decided justice need to be reigned. “Excuse me, Professor Volcov?” Emilia had knocked and entered quite easily. Folding her arms over the front of her robe she studied the blonde male and frowned at the sight of him. “We’ve an urgent matter that needs to be discussed if you have a moment.”

@develcpments

[adauntlessangel]

What Are You Waiting For? | Greg

Romance..was hard to muster when your love was a mobster. But, somehow they achieved it. Rose petals, lingerie, alcoholic chocolates.. and liquor infused fruit..Most men would kill for that, right? After all...how did you swoon over a man who acted like he was a monster..when at the end of the day? His stone heart was warmer than magma.. But she wasn’t expecting much from him for Valentine’s day, she was assuming he didn’t even realize the holiday was here..so, this is why she was doing all of this.  So..when he walked into their room and she was sat in the middle of a heart shaped rose with petals..she grinned. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” 

@bleedspride

[adauntlessangel]

A Dreaded Conversation | Greg

Meet me at 9... Right.

“Want to explain to me what the hell happened?” Emilia snapped, hands on her hips. She could tell he wasn’t expecting her to show up and confront him so many days later. “You stood me up...I wore cute lingerie and everything -- you insisted on the damn place and you stood me up. I waited three hours for you like a fucking idiot.. I deserve an explanation!” She nearly yelled. “What is going on?”

 [ @warhardened ]

[marbeledroses]

@intenscities

“You....let your sister stab you?” Emilia questioned softly, delicate fingertips ignoring his words and moving over the pink skin. It was clear on her face she wasn’t too thrilled about this. However she learned with his brother to not get involved in family altercations...this did not sit well with her. “Grigori Volcov...” Emilia sighed softly and her fingers left his skin only for her to move and embrace him, sure he was tough and a hardened killer. But Emilia wasn’t and maybe it didn’t bother him, but it bothered her knowing his sister did this. Family was supposed to be your strength, not your enemy.