#dyavolvich

[whitesuited]

𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝚀𝚄𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂 ⇉ feat. @dyavolvich

[whoknocks]

soles of one's feet rub against a bristle ground , his cheap shit shoes coated in micro - sized crystals ( naked to the human's eye , but to a dog's nose it smells like ammonium red alert ) / after an echo of a man that has returned home with a loving call out ' HONEY I'M HOME ' to the one true woman whose lingering her name 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢, she blinked her eyes obnoxiously in the condescending raise of eyes, a hard hit from the bottom of the cup && it startled the teacher with confusion as he had to strap himself in for his own mistake of another son's emergency . ' OUR NEIGHBOR DID WHAT ? ' how it wasn't just his own wife's dagger arisen gaze , now it's the same feet battled && defeated in embarrassment of a complete stranger to a single knock next door fumbling through a green & tidy lawn AND HE BEGINS TO EXPLAIN HIMSELF . 〃 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 . . . 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗧 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗟 - - - was very noble of you ; but i can assure you that wasn't necessary . 〃

〃 thank you . . . SORRY , 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚, how may i call you @dyavolvich ? 〃

[noirsasin]

“  ⁱ’ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵉᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ. ” @dyavolvich /// ] 𝙰̶𝚂̶𝙺̶𝙴̶𝙳̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶𝙾̶𝙽̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶𝐈̶𝐍̶𝐁̶𝐎̶𝐗̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶𝙲̶𝙾̶𝙽̶𝙵̶𝙸̶𝙶̶.̶

𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚂 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙼 : his mind a calculus, an automaton / even with the sound of silence he knew well the surroundings of his blindview & what was happening behind his head ; „ didn't you know it's creepy to watch someone sleep. „ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 currently stands at 5̶1̶ ̶ ̶ ̶%̶ „ i'm okay, John . you should get some sleep yourself , i'll watch over the perimeter . „

[monkeymyth]

@dyavolvich : ... at least it wasn't me this time.

the gentle, rhythmic drip-drip-drip of blood is the only other sound in the room besides ravi's breathing. one's staccato, the other longer, a whistle in his chest that's slowing down the more he calms himself, centers, is present and here. the knife he's still clutching in his hand is a small thing, barely larger than a pocketknife. the weight is comfortable in his hand. ravi glances aside at this other man, tall, the same well-tailored suit but a different kind of demeanor. all he's doing is trying to put it all together. to put a name to the face.

but it comes up blank. they don't know each other. this man looks as out of place in the city as ravi might have once looked in kings. like they might belong there, but there's something that isn't quite right.

around ravi, sprawled in awkward positions only occupied by the suddenly dead, are the bodies of around six cops as corrupt as any in the city. then there were the two other men, dressed sharply in suits. they fought differently—faster, cleaner. like people who were aiming to kill rather than fumbling with weapons and whatever they could hold. ravi's seen both. the bodyguards in kings fought a little similarly, even if it wasn't quite the same. the difference is what has his attention more than anything. it's a new element, not what he's used to in this city.

for a moment, he just keeps looking. then he wipes at some of the blood smeared on his face, which just collects more of it along the back of his hand, and breathes out again, slower, his breaths measured enough to be reasonable.

because this other man isn't looking at him like he's about to

"'this time'?" ravi repeats back, almost a little incredulous. that makes it sound normal.

maybe he shouldn't sound that incredulous. it is halfway normal for him at this point.

he straightens up completely, the knife still in his grip, but loose, not pointed in any way to indicate a threat. "you do things like this often? who are you, anyway?"

[maenage-a]

" i came to see what all the fuss is about. "

new york has been buzzing like a hornets' nest since @dyavolvich set a single toe into town,   a few weeks earlier.  the man needs no introduction,  after all the whispers that have preceded his entrance through the continental's doors  —  some with more truth to them than others,  he is sure  —  and as such regular business seems to halt for a beat,  like a collectively held breath.  the manager himself,  of course,  bears no such reaction,  least of all in any way that could reflect on his countenance.  each and everyone of the city's whispers make their way to him sooner rather than later.  the knowledge comes with the territory,  after all.

''  of course you did.  ''   a perfectly cordial statement that also makes no secret of his lack of surprise on the matter.   ''  and tell me,  ''   winston pauses,  one side of his mouth tilting up just so.   ''  does it live up to your standards?  ''

whether he means the continental or new york itself remains to be seen. it's not as if the difference isn't thinning by the year, at least to his admittedly biased perception of things.

john wick prompts

[sanamet]

" you're safe with me." ( for henry u v u )

HE TILTS HIS FACE : "" somewhere , 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 , something with wings died . "" 𝗔 𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗬 ? 𝗔 𝗣𝗘𝗚𝗔𝗦𝗨𝗦 ? 𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟 ? could be many things when it comes to lying to your godson , whoever's above to watch it - he is not so convinced as he clicks the safety off his gun, a spitting image of the one in front of him. a black funeral suit , dirty hair & several bruises and cuts on the hands. two death - bringers , devils to collect souls stood in a warehouse , coming before the dangers of the world , it seems like it was yesterday when henry hid behind john's coat when they travelled somewhere . "" let's be honest, you're more safe with me than i am with you ""

[belayadeath-goner]

* @dyavolvich said : ❛ some risks are worth taking . ❜

she's gazing through an open hole in the wall that likely once was a window, overlooking a city darkened by nightfall. a building long abandoned, cleared of all memory and heart ( much like the one's she'd occupied when she was a kid ), and tonight the location of their meeting. “  but are they worth dying for?  ” she finally spoke after some contemplation, and instead turned to face him. БАБА ЯГА. she recognized some of herself in him, if even merely the flicker of a shadow, it still urged a heaved in breath. “  do you realize what you're asking? it's no simple gamble, nor slight risk.  ” should things go sideways, it was her life. her freedom. most importantly, herself. “  if things go wrong ... i'm not going back there. i can't.  ”