#gutstung

[argentarrogance]

'' TSCH. You know what? The day I start balding is the day you'll start graying, and I'll be the one to see it first from exactly this height, '' finger pointed in front of him in emphasis of his position. And he tried his best to keep his face stern and without a hint of smugness, although failure was detectable by a gradual twitch of cheek. ♡ ┊ @gutstung

[ata-glance]

@gutstung

Sometimes it felt like being a fortune teller. She just took their hand- no shook their hand and told the room things the person already knew. It was too late for them by then anyway. Fuck waterboarding and tooth extraction, no need to stretch skin nor break bones. No, they had her, the ace up their sleeve.

If only they’d just talked.

They talked to her though - they don’t have a choice in the matter anymore. Even when one’s lips are sealed, thoughts can’t help themselves. Recall is nearly involuntary most of the time, but for those times it isn’t…

The guy was an associate - emphasis on was. He’d managed to twist out of his chair during the process and lay on the floor sputtering. That’s all the visible evidence there would be of this. Linea sat in her own chair still, hands neatly settled into her lap, while she watched the flashes of consciousness wink out of his eyes. Might as well have been smoke pouring out of his ears too.

“Miss Lin.” Eric - something of an appointed guardian to her ala mob boss, Ron Tessaro - was by her side with the silky black handkerchief to wipe away the red-tinged tears from her face. She had a nosebleed this time too.

Linea’s attention faded back in when she felt him touch her face. She flinched like it surprised her and took hold of the thing herself. She gave him a grateful nod of dismissal.

“Pretentious little prick.” Bossman Ron, Linea’s father, waved a hand and snapped his fingers and the whole room started to move exactly as he intended.

She sighed and stood, went to grab her coat and bag. She was in ribbed leggings and a camisol with a sheer collared vest unbuttoned and left open to bear her chest. The thing was long enough to be a dress if it were buttoned the whole way down. Linea’s general aesthetic was admittedly darker and alternative - a remnant of a younger, edgier self. Her skin was smooth, not a single imperfection or mark, just like her face. The signs of a high maintenance woman.

Dear old dad was right beside her in no time. Nobody here needed to be told twice - this was practiced and perfected. He set a giant hand on her delicate shoulder and slouched in a half-assed attempt to speak to her on her level.

“Go home. Eric will drive you.” The massive man had a baritone pitch to match. Ron Tessaro was an intimidating man - almost comically so.

“After a smoke. I need some air.” She was moody as hell after one of these and people would still blame her over it. They had no idea what it was like to be inside the mind of someone experiencing brain death.

Eric strongarmed open the rusted metal door at the back of the building. The cleaner should already be here. He was a pretty punctual guy. Her heeled boots clicked against cracked cement in the alley and she leaned back on the side of the building. Linea lifted her pack of Djarum Black Sapphires and an unremarkable lighter from her trench coat pocket.

She breathed the smoke deep into her lungs, relishing the way the bite of the menthol felt in her system. She breathed out a smog of sweet mint and put a gentle pressure on her right temple with her free hand - right where that streak of white was growing in. It was killing her.

[deliriumang3l]

❛ sit on my thigh ❜ — [ potentially a lil ooc but idc ! ]

Of course, Rebecca doesn’t know this man’s past; what happened that fateful night – the stench of melting flesh, hair and burning eyeballs. She doesn’t know any of this, but she notes there’s a lingering hesitation in the way he looks at her, in the way he pats his thigh and invites her. Curiosity blooms in her mind – is she the reason for the nervousness? Somehow, she thinks it goes so much deeper –

First she moves slow, careful, eyes glimmering in the night as she approaches and holding his own gaze... With care, she takes a seat – his leg is wiry but strong, warm where she is cold – “you’re nn-nervous”, she mentions the obvious, gently, ringing an arm around his shoulders to support herself. Is he afraid of her? Or something more? “We can stop here, if you like. It doesn’t have to go further.” Though she wants to... she really, really wants to. To feel heat, something like love even if it isn’t – but she isn’t a monster – not in that sense – and so she offers a way out, the ball in his court, and smiles with soft and caring intent.

[deliriumang3l]

❛ You have no reason to be nervous. I can kick ass, anyway. Y'know, if you need any asses kicked. ❜ [ tweaked it a bit ]

“I can think of a few”, she quips silently – the man who’d killed her, for instance, trapping her in this terrible place.

But this isn’t about her murderer, not today: it’s the band of weird men who entered the mall. They’re settling to party, or more, who even knows -- but that's a LOT of liquor -- and she isn’t certain how much she likes the idea. One man she can handle, but a bunch of them...? On instinct, she scurries closer to Axel, his presence comforting her in some way.

She watches from the second floor, in the shadows alongside Axel. They’re starting a fire in the center of the atrium, with wood from the bushes behind the mall. “They’ll set this whole place on fire”, she whispers as panic begins rising in her throat, “I can’t have that.” She hates the mall, but it's her home now. What happens if it turns to ashes?

[ata-glance]

MIND READER!!

Send MIND READER for a nsfw thought my muse has had about yours.

Linea has a lot of very casual and normal thoughts about his lips. They just look so nice when he pouts and when he purses them. It makes bullying him even more fun than it already is. Hopefully he'll use them against her when he's had enough~

[ata-glance]

♡ !!

[[ don't take it personally, Axel, this bitch don't trust anyone

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[ LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH ]

[ata-glance]

❛ why did you come back for me? ❜

"You're an asset." The same answer he's gotten every single time he asks something like this.

Linea shoved him forward in the alley, toward the open street while keeping her pistol pointed back at the men trying to keep up with them. They'd traded a shots already, but it was still three against two. Run now, live to fight another day.

The gunshots had made an impression upon the pedestrians and the sirens were closing in. Interestingly quick response time...

Once they crossed the threshold, she plunged the gun into her bag. She set her hand on his back, more gently this time, to guide him nonchalantly away from the scene. Not running, but definitely hurrying. Why wouldn't a bystander want to get away from the gunshots, right?

"Your place." Linea insisted urgently. She was actually breaking a sweat, losing some of that usual poise of hers.

[ata-glance]

❛ something about you makes me want to be violent. ❜

"And what do you plan to do about it, Cluney?" Linea smirks and flutters her eyelashes at him. As if calling his bluff.