#thread: victor

[bruisedconscience]

@catfcng continued via

It’s furtive touch this and teasing comment that, all night, until Victor finally gets it that Roman is trying to get him angry, get him assertive.

That’s good news. It means Victor’s done his job and Roman feels safe in his own space.

His boss toys with his shirt collar, the designer garb hung open to the second button hole, and Victor doesn’t ever need much prompting from Sionis to pursue pleasure. A flick of the wrist or the eyes and he’s off.

Zsasz lunges for Roman’s jaw, closing the distance between them to bite and kiss along the bone up to Roman’s ear, to nip and growl there, before skating his teeth down to Roman’s neck.

“Is this fucking glitter?” Victor feels the tone might normally piss Sionis off, but that’s what he wanted tonight, right?

[lovepctions]

muse: victor french, 46, a former criminal defense attorney who inherits his dad’s diner after his passing. he has an 15 year old son who he recently found out about after the mother passed and now he has custody of. he’s going through a life/culture shock as he’s moved from three-piece suits to tattered tees and dirty jeans. open to: women (romantic 25 & over) connection: neighbors, can become platonic or romantic! note: made with beta! can switch if asked! @indiestarter

"i heard strange noises coming from your apartment and just wanted to make sure everything is alright."

[bruisedconscience]

@dogtccth continued from a wandering gaze:

He was staring. And he’d been caught.

Victor grunted, a short, animalistic negation.

“Looking at the soap bubbles,” he lied. “Shiny.”

They both knew he wasn’t nearly so easily distracted, but the truth? Victor wasn’t the best with verbally communicating his feelings or wants. Too often had those utterances been met with derision.

[bruisedconscience]

@dogtccth continued from a needed distraction:

“Yeah,” Victor croaked back. His voice had been gruff ever since he’d given himself a tally across the throat. But he could still bark when commanded to. Roman entered his space and a vein appeared near Victor’s temple, clearly trying to maintain his composure.

Victor’s hands grasp Roman’s lapels—in stilted stages, like he had to check each touch for a hidden trapdoor. For now, Roman said. Fickle attention— he was convenience. Nothing more. “Don’t need to find somebody else,” he assured lowly. “I’m already right here.” Excitement thrummed at the side of Victor’s neck, lightning channeling up through his body at the prospect. He hummed, eyes following Roman’s mouth, and smirked, showing silver-capped, ragged teeth.

“Order me.” Roman was entirely unpredictable, so Victor had learned to always observe first. React, not lead. Never lead. And never command without first being given the reigns.

[lovepctions]

muse: victor french, 46, a former criminal defense attorney who inherits his dad’s diner after his passing. he has an 15 year old son who he recently found out about after the mother passed and now he has custody of. he’s going through a life/culture shock as he’s moved from three-piece suits to tattered tees and dirty jeans. open to: women (romantic 25 & over) connection: neighbors, can become platonic or romantic! note: made with beta! can switch if asked! @indiestarter

"i heard strange noises coming from your apartment and just wanted to make sure everything is alright."

[bruisedconscience]

beau & zsasz from victor’s starter call!

@losinmortalesperdidos

Zsasz watched the man work, and as he did, his cigarette was slowly becoming stuck to his bloody fingers. Zsasz didn’t mind it, since the stick hadn’t totally collapsed in on itself yet from the heavy, damp blood.

“Don’t get it,” he croaked. He couldn’t mark this kill into his skin because he hadn’t done it, but he had helped. “Don’t you own a construction company?” In a past life, maybe they would’ve worked together on more boring projects. Zsasz had a masters in Architecture & Architectural Design, after all.

He had a drag and smeared more fresh blood across his lips, feeling his pulse thud down his body. He ignored that.

“Why not…bury them all under a house or two? Scared of ghosts?” He smiled softly, watching the corpse loll its big, heavy head to the side. Zsasz reached down to readjust himself in his slacks, nonchalant and obvious.

[bruisedconscience]

aiden & zsasz from victor’s starter call!

@losinmortalesperdidos

Zsasz shuddered as a thrill ran through him, realizing this lead they were pressing for answers had nothing and that there was genuinely nothing left to do but make sure he couldn’t tell anyone what they had wanted to know about.

“Pretty shit intel,” he bit out through dying and capped teeth. “Sort of a waste…” Not that he wasn’t looking forward to taking his time, here.

Zsasz had twenty-eight kills so far, each one a short or long knife scar detailed somewhere on his skin, most likely somewhere proudly visible.

The two most recent scars were still scabbing over and healing.

“But I’m sure that’s not your fault. Right, Lavoie?” Zsasz flicked open his switchblade…and angled it toward their useless fucker from another group.

[lovepctions]

closed for: @callmewhenyougetthis​ muses: viktor french (verse 2) & nell fontanilla setting: close to 9pm in san francisco, on Bay Area Rapid Transit train connection: strangers

“hey! wow, it’s good to see you!” viktor called out as he approached the woman down the aisle of the train car. “it’s been some time. how ya been?” he maintained a toothy grin as he took a seat beside her. he leaned in and lowered his voice to a whisper, just loud enough to not be drowned out by the noises of the grinding rails. “i hope you don’t mind, but,” he shot his eyes to the group of teens down the aisle, “those kids are up to no good, and i think you’re the target. a young lady such as yourself shouldn’t be riding BART alone this late at night.”