#skulltie

[zhestokiiys]

    @skulltie / continued

            ‘   new york is a nonstarter, i’m dropping it.  got an offer from belgium this morning ------ dare me not to take it ?  ‘  her current job had fallen through not because it was, as she said, a nonstarter, but rather she hated the nearsightedness of all her most recent undertakings. one can only dance to the tune of the same song for so long before it loses its luster.  ‘ i can be on a plane in thirtyyy.  ‘   

[soloveya]

“What’re you giving me for my birthday?”

"you never told me when your birthday is." she sounds bored, half propped against the headboard with both his pillow and hers tucked behind her back, evidently not inclined to even pull her gaze from her phone as she flicks away a cnn alert and continues to scroll. the only evidence that points toward any interest at all is the slight hint of a smirk hidden in the corner of her mouth. "what are you giving me for mine?" she glances over, then, her phone screen blackened with a soft click of the side button, tossed aside a moment later in order to fix him with her full attention. ( that would be enough of a gift, she reasons. the same is true, for her. )

"are you even going to be here for it?" a brow climbs steadily upward on her face, the question really more of an accusation, one that he greets with a look of affront he is hardly entitled to given the frequency of his disappearances. the scoff she thinks to sample never comes, instead her head tilts, visibly underwhelmed by the faux - innocence he's amusing himself with. "tell you what . . . why don't you come show me why you deserve one, and i'll give it some thought while you're down there?"

[soloveya]

‘ that was brave but awfully stupid. ’ from jimbo :)

@skulltie : once again risking his life.

" you're gonna want to watch how you talk to me. " there is something a little less playful than their usual banter slithering beneath the surface, her tone of voice pitched slightly lower, a bit of gravel to it that scrapes significantly across the silence. she keeps his gaze with an air of daring, irritation sewn into the seam of her lips.

" i'm in no mood. "

[brutlist]

     𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 . it’s fleeting , the attention of his inky gaze taking in moriarty from the knee up , only to resume his task that had it so readily occupied beforehand .     “     that suit looks like shit .     “ 

@skulltie​ // sc

[soloveya]

"great. i’ll try to balance on the exact edge of your emotional razor."

GONE GIRL. @skulltie.

❝  you'd better.  ❞ what's a threat between lovers ? it could have come with a smile, it could have come with a knife tracing up the line of his throat as she knows he likes, but it doesn't. though his more bitter sentiments hardly turn her off the path of want or need with any regularity he might think to be concerned of, in this she seems distinctly unimpressed. her gaze doesn't waver, and above it one dark brow arches high, her head dipping as if offering him a concession with an ease that reads like a dare.

❝  it has been a while since we've had a proper row, though, so if you've got a hankering . . . i can deliver.  ❞

[illwriteatragedy]

KNIVES OUT;  accepting.  @skulltie​ asked:  ❛  it’s a dangerous thing to mistake speaking without thought for speaking the truth. don’t you think?  ❜  

          roman has observed him approach.  from his careful,  calculated movements to the careful,  calculated way his clothes fit together.  he is a civilian right now;  he blends in with the rest of the city streets,  both of his dogs in tow,  past the people screaming around them about advertisements and bus tour rides and a new flavor or religion with a picket sign. 

          it is at that corner where he speaks,  his footsteps light,  his presence not even enough to alert the dogs,  used to the crowds.  

          “  i suppose they don’t see it that way.  “ 

[soloveya]

‘ what would you do if it was me? ’ from Jim :)

the girl who played with fire. @skulltie.

❝  oh, please. i know you're tough, princess, but you couldn't take me in a fight. ❞ her laugh is wide open, abrupt, because the image itself is delicious in its own way. he played better with brains than brawn, and even damaged, she'd do more than take him. she'd put him on his knees.

❝  your eyes are getting bigger than your stomach, boss. don't make me put you in your place. ❞

[soloveya]

‘ aren’t you going to offer me a cup of coffee? ’ from jiminy cricket

the girl who played with fire. @skulltie.

❝  i don't think so, baby. ❞ her expression is warm, but the brows pitch down, she gives him a look that seems to say bless your heart. a boot lifts to fit itself between the space he's left in the parting of his knees, settled at the edge of his chair as she gives him a little push and sends him rolling. ❝  you're catching me at a bad time. i was just heading out. ❞