#ft. aviv

[maksimkurylenko]

Texting - Aviv & Tolya.

Maksim: Where are you guys? Maksim: Better together than apart.

[maksimkurylenko]

FOR: @amaroadriana

WHEN: Aviv's hospital room after THIS self para.

A whip-like snap crackled through the air, followed by another.

The second he heard that sound, he was moving.

With everything that had happened, Maksim stormed into the hospital room with a sense of urgency he was sure he'd never felt in his life; a hint of fear for his unconscious friend, stormy blue eyes scanning the dimly lit space for any signs of life, but instead, he took in her form.

Heart was racing, mind clouded with dread.

Adriana.

His best friend's lover, and someone he'd known the same way, once. But instead of being a comforting presence by Aviv's bedside, she was pointing a gun at him. He didn't even get a chance to take in her before his eyes were on his friend. Aviv lay there, unconscious and vulnerable, but breathing.

Alive!

Maksim's blood boiled. Was she going to betray him in such a heinous manner? Marching towards her without taking a beat, his eyes locked onto her with new found rage, when his hand snaked around her arm and yanked her away without any thought for his strength. He really didn't care. Maksim was fueled by his fury, and nothing would stand in his way.

The second he'd cleared her through those doors, yanking her away from the bed, it was only when they were outside of the room that he was slamming her back against the wall. The force of the impact rattling the room; he knew if Aviv saw this, he'd probably tear him apart, but right now, he only saw white hot rage coloring the corners of his vision. He was beyond reason.

"You!" Eyes wild with disbelief, "What the fuck are you doing?" The way in which the words bellowed from his mouth, filling the surrounding space with a low rumbling of thunder. Some of the others left, giving him the space.

What would he do with her now?

Maksim didn't relent. He towered over her, his grip on her arm unyielding.

''He fucking trusted you,'' Maksim spat, and so had he. ''Give me one good reason to let you go?'' He'd have to let her go, he knew that she was a Rutherford. But he couldn't stop the curl in his fist, the rage that threatened to bubble over if he didn't get it in check. Thankfully, one of the others had removed the gun, but he didn't know if she had anything else on her.

[milaxkorshunova]

☎ fuck Vidal, this the real bff xo

Name: Don't answer (Aviv) Picture: None Last Picture Sent:

Last Text Sent:

Mila: saw this today, made me think of you

[milaxkorshunova]

talk about us.

What they define their relationship with your muse as: doubt there is a name for this kind of "relationship". She wishes she did not know him and had nothing to do with him.

Something they like about your muse: ...

Something they dislike about your muse: his blind loyalty to her husband, his whole personality, the aggressiveness and need for violence, the fact he is a literal murderer

Their first impression of your muse: extremely intimidating and enjoying it, constantly looking for trouble

Their impressions of your muse now: nothing has changed

How they feel about your muse: as much as Mila is terrified of being in his presence, she hates him probably more than she fears him. Though, she wouldn't dare to cross him in any way. Her goal is to avoid him for as long as possible.

Something they are hiding from him: probably the extent of how much he makes her hairs stand up

Something they wish they could tell your muse: there is nothing she would really like to tell him