#eligio-cross

[miss-luzhin]

Text: Simba

Nina: I hate you-- Why would you wear that suit? And with that tie...Please go away, I can't concentrate.

[balt-darvil]

Text: Gio

B.D. : I forgot how bloody awful London could be--How's my dog, Godfather?

[miss-luzhin]

Compromised | Y x E

The brunette's dressed for comfort rather than intimidation as she perches atop the edge of the large office desk with cold lemonade at her side to wait for him to finish his rounds— A Led Zepplin tee, black jean cutoffs, a red checkered flannel shirt knotted at the waist. And the most important? Heavy black boots — Palms resting against the desk surface are lightly smudged with residual car grease from a busy morning. And she can’t help put tap out a little rythm with her indexes— Epiphanies shouldn’t really be had in empty bath tubs whilst hiding from a curious roommate and texting. But, Yulia can’t quite consider herself normal. Nothing about this is normal. Yet it does little to keep her blood thrumming in her veins. The scariest part is her lack of fear…

[miss-luzhin]

Formalities | E x Y

There are curious stares galore as the two make their way toward the back, where an empty office awaits.— Clad in a tailored black suit, to match that of his gamine superior the blond man towers over most of the morning staff. The Russian is broad shouldered, blue eyed, not quite slim and not quite stout, with slicked back hair & a comically bulbous nose. But he paints a much more intimidating picture than the young woman at his side. She’s quite familiar to most of them.

“They not look very surprised to see you come in here Yulichka— You barge often?” Blue eyes flicker toward the man at his teasing tone, and she can’t help but give him a scowl as she perches atop her usual couch arm. “Don’t even start you gossipy old bear.” picking Vanya up at the airport the evening before had yielded a sleepless night while they played catch up. All for him to strategize the most banal of solutions. An apology.— Clearly the Italian had been acting with the most noble of intentions by with holding Nikolai’s demise. Besides, what was an impending war without a good ally tethered to one’s side?

[balt-darvil]

Balthazar and Eligio

Cake boy - Hoodie Allen ( Misadventures)

No church in the wild - Kanye West ft. Jay Z ( Every day) 

[balt-darvil]

Text: Gio

B.D. : Would you mind watching your Godson for the weekend? I'm feeling a bit under the weather.

[miss-luzhin]

Professional | Barbie + Fido

Tension— It tugs between her shoulder blades and back as she dips her fingers in the pocket of fitted black denims for the trusty plastic key card to her suite. Between waiting for Vice President Duarte’s arrival & dealing with Vanya’s volatile little present? It’s honestly any wonder she hasn’t gone off on a sniping spree from atop Sterling’s nearest cathedral roof. Blackmail, and from a fucking Mario brother no less. Her father would roll over in his grave— Nimble fingers rest on the door handle as blue eyes fall to a close, and the brunette forces herself to inhale a calming breath. One, two…. Prying open the door with a smooth click, yields surprise. The living room is neat. Unscathed. Kitchen? Clean as well.

For a brief moment, she allows herself respite and dumps the bag hooked on her forearm on the nearest couch, before toeing off teetering skyscraper black heels and padding toward the mini fridge for a bottle of water.— It’s between the first and second gulps of sparkling Perrier that she catches something familiar in her peripheral. Perched on the mantle and…riddled with bullet holes— Her two day new Gucci stilettos. “Oh, you wanna play fetch huh?”

[balt-darvil]

Thank you for your generous offer of congratulations. I insist you come by one evening or at least allow me the opportunity to be you dinner in appreciation. Thank you again Mr. Darvil.