#dvostiia

[handlcr]

ma'am, pls drop the saxophone immediately.

sorry , i can’t . it’s my battle sax

[vdovaz]

&   @dvostiia

 “   ETHICS   ISN’T   A   SCIENCE.   you   do   your   best,   and   you   hope   that’s   enough   (...)   but   that   doesn’t   make   you   right.   ”

[timeheld]

@dvostiia / random song based starter

‘ glory and gore go hand in hand, that's why we're making headlines. ’

— glory and gore / lorde

THE STREETS ARE FULL OF CHAOS, AND THE BLOOD DRIPPING DOWN FIVE’S FACE IS FALLING DANGEROUSLY CLOSE TO HIS EYES.

is it his own blood? he honestly can’t remember. but he blinks away from the bank for a moment, leaving the hostages exposed as he collects himself. he’s no use like this anyway. he’s shaking, his vision is cloudy, and he stumbles upon landing, crashing into the dumpster in the alley beside the bank.

the cops are outside, barricades up, ready to storm the entrance, and five is nowhere to be found, despite their insistence for his help upon his arrival.

hey that’s the kid from that superhero family ! he remembers them yelling, the police chief grabbing him by the shoulder and practically shoving him toward the entrance.

he’s abandoned them ( only for a moment ! but it’s a moment too long ), and before five has a chance to react, there’s noise - yelling, gunfire, utter pandemonium - and he’s panicking, squeezing his eyes shut —

and suddely he’s home, dripping crimson onto the tile floors of the academy, barely able to keep himself upright, and three feet away from a terrified-looking vanya.

‘ vanya, i— ’

[hauntscreation]

starter call + @dvostiia​​ !

   𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.  they were resilient women who wanted more than the world would give them, willing to carve out their own way if necessary :  it was admirable, commendable.  if anything,  such freedom triggered a tinge of jealousy.  to not have the void’s talons around one’s body,  a wonderful thought,  instead utilizing power bestowed upon you without suffering its cruelty.  what bliss could that be.  𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐭.   for now,  his persona was similar.  ‘ a young man,  torn from the stability of a home by a violent perpetrator,  traumatizing him in the process.  he’d come to be housed by a strange man that promised him safety... and power.  despair could twist one’s morals an incredible amount,  “ james ” now wielding powers akin to that of witches  ---  without ever aligning himself with delilah. ’   a tale spun for the sake of temporary relations. 

   ❛  she’s afraid of you,  ❜   it’s said without hesitation,  soft words spilling from pallid lips, the air surrounding him cooling down the moment his mouth opened.  did he mean to strike fear into those surrounding him ?   no, but the subsequent reaction of the void to any sort of interaction was a bitter coldness that would trail the outsider for as long as he remained within the vicinity of a poor stranger.  an aura that permeated all.  

   a human pretense couldn’t hide the glimpse of black in his aqua eyes that showed in that very moment. a betrayal of the truth. 

[moonexile]

 @dvostiia​​   ╱   ❝  I hope someday,  somehow  .  .   .     you’re able to see her again.   After all that’s happened,  everything we’ve been through,  I have to believe there’s a way that you two can find your way back to each other.  ❞

[jademight]

is your muse a fitful or a quiet sleeper? & verbal or non - verbal communication.

Character Headcanons

He is a quiet sleeper-- Up until he wakes up in a jolt, either gasping for air or letting out a yelp at whatever nightmares he’s been having. 

He is absolutely all about the non-verbal communication. Words can be empty, words can be absolutely meaningless. But actions-- Actions can speak volumes. Actions can tell so much about a person than any word can. Bruce has gotten pretty good at reading body language as a result.

[flammeusarch]

5'0 (154 cm). Hit me.

[crankcd]

@dvostiia​ said :     ‘ what the hell did i do ? ’ @ Allison

                  the question stops allison right in her tracks and a silence takes the place of an already tense conversation. she had expected this to come up, eventually. vanya’s amnesia was a nice reprieve from the painful memory, but eventually that puzzle piece would need to be pushed back into place for the both of them. instinctively her hand made it’s way up to lightly trace along the thick horizontal scar that embellished her throat. part of her hoped that in that moment she’d lose the ability to speak all over again, just so allison wouldn’t have to tell her sister what she did.   ❛   vanya,   ❜  she whispers so as to test her voice.   ❛   you didn’t mean to. it wasn’t your fault... i -- he made me rumour you and all those years you had no idea how powerful you are. none of us did. i was just for lack of a better term, in the firing line.   ❜