#wiccks

[viduamor-moved]

❝     ——–   PUT  THE  TWO  MOST  DANGEROUS  PEOPLE     in the world together in a room.      WHAT  HAPPENS ?    ❞  

INDEPENDENT . PRIVATE . CANON  DIVERGENT  JOHN  WICK  &  NATASHA  ROMANOVA.

[coldestspy-blog]

                                      LIFE MAKES MONSTERS OF US ALL                                             INDIE / PRIV / SEL        JOHN WICK &                                             LORRAINE BROUGHTON  TOLD    BY                                             GEORGE               &                    LACE

[pettywisear]

‘     LIKE WATCHIN ME DIE,   JOHN ?     ’          it spoke in her voice.   now its own,   not the scratchy adolescence of    pennywise    the dancing clown,  but the reproachful sighs of helen wick.          ‘     can’t even look after daisy for me,  can you?   you waste of space,  you sack of shit.     ’          it gave him a wave,  a goofy smile as its hand swung from left to right to left again.          ‘     gimme a kiss,   johnny boy.     ’

/                    @wiccks.               I   ♥   DERRY  !

[starsunsafe-blog]

@wiccks​     /     x.

            ❝   i’m  not  sure  if  you’ve  been  told  this ,  but  people  who  get  in  my  way  don’t  stay  in  it  for  very  long .   ❞

[swngo]

@wiccks  /  i  love  you   !!!!!  so  fcking  much  !!!!!!!! 

[viduamor-moved]

❝      WHAT  ARE  YOU  THINKING  ABOUT ?     ❞      slender fingers run gentle through black locks,     her thumb brushing against his temple with each stroke.       she lies atop him,     legs entwined,     gaze searching his eyes & expression from just inches above.        ❝     you’ve barely said a thing since we finished    --------    do you want to go again ?      ❞       words come playful,     of course,     with a smile,     as she leans down to press a kiss to his cheek.     ❝      tell me.     ❞

/ &*     WICCKS

[viduamor-moved]

SLEEP  ALWAYS  ESCAPES  HER.      in warmth of summer,      in cold of winter,      the widow must always run to grasp the sweetness of rest    -------    & even then she must fight to keep it lest the obsidian claws of feverish dreams & terrors of night rip her mind from the shelter of darkness.      &  SO  IT  IS  HERE  that she so easily wakes,     but not of her own disposition & imaginings,      but of the opening of a door,     the shifting of weight on the bed,      the  WARMTH  of another body beside her.      she does not stir,     nor do her eyes grace the shadows of the room with sight,     as she merely gives her silence as the second hand,     then the minute hand,     tick away their time.      when she does speak,     her voice is quiet as a whisper with the silent hoarseness of overuse.      ❝     john    --------------    i know you’re upset.     ❞

/ &*     WICCKS

[viduamor-moved]

❝      THE  BOOGEYMAN ?      ❞   she's heard stories of the baba yaga from russia    ------    whispers of other girls in the red room where she was raised,      where the RED was first put in her ledger    ------    but never truly knew its origins,      considering how she only  USED  to be russian   (  like she clarified to loki that one time in the first avengers movie  ),     & how she was born  ‘ROMANOFF’  &  not romanova.     she’s tried to distance herself from her roots as much as possible,     which must be why she’s confused as to the reason behind the hitman’s chosen nickname.       ❝      who came up with  THAT ?    ❞

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