#cxvalentin

[dxvereaux-blog]

Hey, let's plot. o/

[dxvereaux-blog]

Wicked Games.

Raven hair and charcoal eyes, that's what Abel had been looking for when he'd entered the bar earlier that night, in search of a very specific and particular someone and that someone was now what was reflected back at him, albeit raven hair a great mess and charcoal eyes hidden beneath heavy eyelids and long eyelashes. “Valentin Alexandrovich Choi.” The name left Abel's parted lips in a pleased rush – a victorious baritone emulating through each and every syllable, “You weren't so hard to find after all.” An assassin and a skilled assassin at that, now sat across from him, limbs tightly strapped down to both the arms and fore-legs of the steel chair he was rested in. It would take Houdini to break free of the leather straps that bound him, but that was what Abel was counting on – he didn't like chances, he didn't trust them. It was less the straps that interested the male however and more the blood that stained Valentin's face, painting his forehead and cheek a bright crimson red that was slowly but surely crawling down to his jaw, glistening even in the dim lighting of the room they were presently stationed in. A gash on Valentin's temple was the cause for this, a would-be eventual stark reminder for the male of his less than glorious moments – if he were to survive the encounter, at least. An unlikely possibility. Absentmindedly, Abel reached forwards, confident, slender fingers extending to settle ever so gently on that gash, the pads of them sweeping over the wound like the finest of brushes, smearing the blood around on the mockery canvas of Valentin's face. Perhaps he shouldn't have hit Valentin so hard, after all, it wasn't as though it was his goal to give the other man brain damage. A dull laugh erupted from the depth of Abel's chest then, short and unexpected to even himself – he didn't really feel bad about the wound at all. That was undoubtedly more evident by the fact he was pulling his hand back a moment later, fingers leaving the bloody gash on Valentin's temple only to be brought back down a second later in a harsh slap as though to correct his own thoughts; his own doubts. Abel revelled momentarily in the echo – the resulting sound made as it bounced from one cemented wall to another inside of the small warehouse room before ultimately disintegrating and joining the repetitive drip-drop of water in the distance. “Wake up, dear Valentin, ” Amusement had since flooded Abel's voice since he spoke last, petty pleasure filling his veins the longer the two sat in their respective seats across from one another; the predator and the prey. All of his missions went this way. Abel was never one to be contacted for quick hits, ins and outs made in a flash weren't his style – no, the male was certain he left his mark in one way or another. Execution by torture was his favoured method and he was oh so good at it. “We have work to do.”

[dxvereaux-blog]

✢

Wedding bells greet Abel’s ears and for once, their chimes don’t seem to grate on his nerves. Abel figures this is because it’s his wedding day. In truth, the day is a little bit of an equivocate – a carefully crafted fabrication. The wedding isn’t real, as much as it is. Abel isn’t marrying for love, though he loves his to-be bride with so much fervour that he can feel it reach into his toes.

Abel finds himself nervous as he stands at the alter, dressed smart in a well fitted tux – because Élise insisted that if they must do this, they will do it right and Abel had never been able to resist her charms. It was only Abel’s secret desire to see the auburn haired vixen in a white dress that led him to succumb to Élise’s demands to take him to a professional tailor – a decision he ended up welcoming by the end of it all.

It was in the magnificent chateau of Versailles itself that the two said their vows and promised themselves to each other for eternity. Abel found her beautiful then, as he did always and yet her radiance seemed brighter than ever, like the fire that lit her from within had turned into the very sun itself. It was when their lips met in a seal of their “I do’s” that Abel swallowed a piece of that sun for himself, its warmth igniting a fire inside of him that burned at the very core of his being, and slowly but surely, he felt his heart beating once again.

[kyungsoo-denuo]

"We’re screwed."

"You’re the one who started this fuckin’ mess. You don’t get to bitch about it!" Shouting over the cacophony of rapid firing and bullets ricocheting off steel beams and wooden crates, the slighter male shifts to look around the beam he’s taking cover behind and fires two quick shots from his Dragunov, successfully incapacitating two goons. If the other male hadn’t been here, taking both Kyungsoo’s gig and his vantage point, they wouldn’t be in this mess. The job should have only taken ten seconds at most, but the split-second it had taken for the two males to stare dumbly at each other in question was enough for them to be spotted, leading them to this fuck-up of an operation that they have to deal with now. While the boy knows a good ninety-nine percent of the blame should weigh on the dumbass who hired two assassins for a single job, the last one percent is wholly on the second idiot beside him, and that’s enough for him to be ten times more pissed about everything under the sun.

[melancholicz-blog]

9: Do you always smile for pictures?

"Well that's a difficult one to answer because I once heard that taking pictures slowly destroys your soul — or was it may have been that pictures steal your soul, I am not too sure — so I tend not to photograph my own self. I mean, it may sound weird, but it makes a lot of sense because you know, eyes are the windows to one's soul and and and...I'm going terribly off topic aren't I? I apologise. To put it in laymen's terms, I usually do not but there are a few photos floating around with a toothy grin."

[chantelleine-blog]

❄♫ ☁ ★♣

❄ -  Favorite season and why?

"Definitely winter.  I love cold weather fitted for cuddles and hot chocolate." 

♫ - What kind of music do they enjoy?

"I listen to everything to be honest. I love The Beatles a lot though, and Michael Jackson. Justin Timberlake’s music remained as one of my favorites. The Weeknd, Frank Sinatra- yeah everything."

☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react?

"I love walking in the rain and I’m skilled at avoiding heavy rain by mapping my ways round making sure I’m under shelters." 

★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?

"NIghttime; Cooling and peaceful. Conversations tend to get deeper when it gets darker. Also… its the only time that I get to hang out with you even when some nights lasted shorter than it should."

♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general) 

"My screams each time I see a spider." She burst out into a laughter, before  pursing her lips. "Its just — unethical.”

[coldfingxrs-blog]

V A L E N T I N

V. LAST TIME I CRIED.

It's been a while. Maybe 6 months or so?

A. WHY MY LAST RELATIONSHIP ENDED.

Answered.

L. ONE OF MY INSECURITIES.

Not getting to shower and wash my clothing as often as normal people.

E. MY BEST FRIEND.

Don't have one.

N. FAVOURITE PLACE TO SHOP AT?

Answered.

T. AGE I GET MISTAKEN FOR.

Sixteen or Seventeen, most of the time. I blame the height and weight. { ' shrugs ;

I. HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?

I've got a tattoo on my ankle, yes. No piercings, thought I've always wanted some.

N. FAVOURITE PLACE TO SHOP AT?

Answered.

[coldfingxrs-blog]

➹

For every ➹ I get, I’ll put up my muse’s current thought

Shit. SHIT. Did they see me? I don’t like how they’re looking in my direction. Damn it. Okay. Just… slowly… slip out. Don’t look at them. Just walk away and disappear in the crowd. You’re good at that. Now run, RUN.