#farforvdova

[oozeyboozey-archive]

" ENDLESS EDITS OF ANYA PESTOV & ANYA BARNES. " feat. @farforvdova.

[snoewblood]

heat graces over his face, trotting along his eyes and forehead to stir the man awake. a scrunch of his nose and he's nearly bothered by the gentle nudge of the sun beaming down on him through the window. he was alive-- he can smell clean air, not soot and dust. he can taste no blood, nothing foul lingering on his tongue. a wave of grogginess and heavy weight took over his body as he moved his body a bit on the bed. a soft, pillowy cloud that he can melt into for weeks on end. he didn't know where he was... it just felt safe for now.

for the moment he rested with his eyes closed, he listened closely to every bit of sound near him: muted streets from outside, assuming he was high up in some apartment or room. birds chirping and even the muffled sound of television playing in another room-- maybe the news. he couldn't make out the language but it sounded important and direct. finally, he opens his eyes, much like a machine beginning to operate slowly and starting up. he takes in his surroundings with tired eyes and tired body. he must've knocked out during his last escapade as he begins to feel his aches and pains starting to come back to him. nothing he couldn't handle, it was just uncomfortable.

on his right, eyes led him to find a soft cap of hair and a body beside him. anya. she was still with him... she stayed like she promised. he didn't want to move from lying on his back, he only wanted to admire her for just a little bit longer. gently, his warm fingers reached for the bit of skin he was able to see, just her forearm and leading down to her wrist and hand, " anya, " a soft whisper leaves his dry lips, his pinkie finger grazing along her skin back and forth.

for @farforvdova

[razorfst]

semi-plotted starter for @farforvdova

He hated being interrupted, hated being caught when he was getting a job done. Interference was troublesome and it prolonged what he was here for and it seemed it was happening. Again. It was happening more lately than he cared to admit. Large frame turned, facing the other as she approached. Her demeanor was calm, something he easily picked up on once his eyes landed on her. It screamed experience, training. There was no comment from him, his right arm flexing to unleash the heated blade out at his side. His expression is his ever present glare as he fully faces her, blade at the ready. "Turn around, this doesn't concern you." He growls out, knowing better than that. She wasn't going anywhere and he sees that as she appears to solidify her stance which only gave him one option in his mind.

His jaw sets as he lets her unspoken decision speak for itself. His arm adjusted while his hand curls into a fist before charging forward. His razor fist sending a viciously strong slash across, aiming to slice her head from her shoulders.

[shewalked]

↳    incorrect  quotes.  with  @farforvdova.

[likenineyearsold]

@farforvdova​ asked for starters and is getting one

“Lucky!” Kate yelled, running after the dog as he rushed over to the woman holding a pastry. She’d let his leash loose for just a second and he took off. Kate caught him and pulled him back from the woman, looking apologetic as he looked proud. “I’m so sorry!”

[femvoir]

CHARACTER BIO:    anya pestov  /  for @farforvdova

“ TAKE A LOOK AROUND, FIND A WAY IN THE SILENCE. ”

[blutschatten]

@farforvdova​ → starter 

He’d been hunted down. Again. Agents’ limp bodies lay scattered through out the building and at his feet. They would keep coming, Nathaniel knew that. They wouldn’t stop until they had him back in their grasp. What he didn’t expect was the lengths they go to secure that very thread. Maybe it was because he was the last, the very last one that could still be used under their control if brought in. But he didn’t want that, not again. That was why he fought tooth and nail to keep whatever freedom he had found in the coming weeks. Still, this wasn’t what he had completely expected. Form shifted into a defensive stance, instincts screaming to grab a firearm that lay near his feet and yet he fought against. Why? He wasn’t sure. “So, are you who they send in now?” He questioned, icy blue eyes remained locked on the figure in front of him and waited to see just what she would do. 

[oozeyboozey-archive]

@farforvdova gets a ( plotted starter ) !

when anya and their family had been placed in the town they would be conducting their work from , it had for the most part left the child and their twin brother out of it. the closest they ever really got was going away to ' summer camp ' , where they received training while they grew so when it came time , they too could be utilized like their parents were.

as she got older , her eyes were opened a little more , once the summers became more and more intense in their training. they still performed well , as was expected given who their parents were ... but where there was once a rebellious nature to her , at the age of sixteen , she was starting to get tired.

any attempts to fight leaving for the summer to return to the red room to continue her training , ended up being fruitless. in the end , there really was nothing that could be done. they stopped fighting leaving ... but they also lost the fire that they used to have that the red room and hydra had hoped to be able to use.

sitting in the middle of the room that to the unknowing ... was nothing more than a dance studio , it served as a place for far more than just learning to dance ballet. her instructor hadn't arrived yet , but anya had always been known for being punctual. sitting in a split , the young teenaged assassin breathed into the stretch before the day's work began.