The Bitch is dead now.

Selective & Independent Vesper Lynd. Based on the novel Casino Royale as well as the 2006 movie adaptation.

[melisica]

[thebitchisdeadnow]

James.

JAMES TURNS HIS FACE TOWARDS HER & reckons to himself that SHE’S TOO GOOD FOR ME (or so he foolishly believes) -       - M & tanner both have been monitoring their actions all the way from the rehabilitation clinic, and he hopes they’ve got even the slightest idea how much BETTER he feels. how much better he’s been since his recovery & his (albeit impulsive & vaguely petty) resignation. 

       bond’s thoughts return to the beautiful woman beside him, and he shares with her a GRIN; there’s warmth in his eyes (as much as they can handle, though compared to average men it truly isn’t a remarkable measure) & he understands that he’s been SWEPT OVER INTO SENTIMENT by his lover, by the seemingly cold & distant woman he’s learned to call a friend. the agent pulls her closer, a one-armed embrace as her side presses tightly at his own. 

       “ a view i could get used to, ” he murmurs, with his blue gaze still trained on his companion. “ as for the city, ” he begins, his tone playful as he turns the subject back to her initial comment, “ i’ve always enjoyed it, though it’s been SOME TIME since my last visit. ” & the orphan speaks of the years prior to the deaths of ANDREW & MONIQUE BOND, though the emphasis remains unspoken; if she ASKS, perhaps he’ll elaborate, but honestly he’s content to leave his answer as it is, reluctant to drudge up the past. 

       “ have you been to VENICE before? ” he asks, softly. 

      James Bond,  without a doubt a ladies man  in the past life of his.  There was       no doubt about it, the moment she set foot on that train there was something       about him ( something so dangerously alluring ) that caused heart to still.  He       was infuriating, of course, lacked the proper respect for  AUTHORITY, had a       reckless streak for gambling  ( That same winning look in his dear eyes. ) &&       However she’s smiling, because now his sweet words are meant just for her.       Who else could love a storm, but the natural disaster of a man?

                             ❛ A view you’ll be stuck with for a while. ❜

            She sinks into his side,  one riddled with bullet wounds && sharp scars with             jagged edges.  (  She traces them all at night when she can’t catch sleep.  )             There’s something about Vesper Lynd that he is yet to know && she hopes             he will never have to. But James knew, probably better than most, that you             could never escape what you truly were. He would come to understand all,             one way or another. As he would do anything for his one true love ( for the             Queen && Country. ) so did she. Perhaps however she had overestimated             the importance of one man— - not knowing what was yet to walk her way             in a well cut suit && an expensive watch.

               ❛ No, never, I always wanted to come, of course,  but I never                  had the chance. In fact — I think this might be the first time                  in years I’ve had a chance to  BREATHE. ❜

[thebitchisdeadnow]

{ @viewtokill​ }

       The waters of the canals reflect the sunlight  && it plays over her features,        paints her ivory skin in lighter  shades  &&  creates  shadows where there        previously were none. Waves creates patterns, confusing && hypnotising,        it all eventually combines into one as she gazes at the city  instead  of the        murky waters that hid the truth of open sewer system && all of the FILTH        underneath ( One could relate. She’d hide hers for as long as she could. )

                         ❛ This city is beautiful, almost too good to be true. ❜

[evagreenweb]

[thebitchisdeadnow]

Nameless man.

“Of course, Ms. Lynd. Again, that is why I am here.”

For brief moment his eyes linger on hers, the side of his mouth curling into a much smaller smile before holding a small, black tablet out to her. Making no move at all to step any closer in her direction. Nodding towards one of the one of the statues, directing her attention to the small video camera fastened to the head of one’ve the park’s monuments.

“It’s a direct feed, both ways. He’s being shown us and you’re being shown him- if anything is to be said about our group, we’re quite thorough when it comes to the issue of assurances. Here, see for yourself.”

Said feed would show a pacing and pleading Yusef, looking to be in the same condition as he was when taken. The room is white, very modern looking with a sleek black floor, a bed, toilet, and sink. The cell’s far right wall seems to either be a screen or projection- showing both Vesper and her ‘contact’ through the perspective of their camera’s lens. 

“You see? No missing fingers or eyes. Not yet.”

      Before fingers reach out,  blues  are directed at the camera so minuscule she       could hardly make a lens, let alone see it retract the slightest before zooming       into her features.  It made not a sound && she expected nothing less from an       organisation that prided itself on  discretion.  But as soon as her she touched       the black tablet  &&  the feed was turned on, she felt that sickness inside her       stomach, stirring && climbing up slowly.

           She has to  breathe,  has to keep herself from  tearing up  when faced            with the huge tragedy that her  LIFE  had come with  the commitment            she’d made with the man that now suffered in a single cell.  Agonising            screams that she couldn’t hear could be read on his lips, a set of fists            pounding into a wall at the sight of his beloved’s face. A hand rises to            cover mouth, she’s seen enough.

                                 ❛ && To keep it that way? ❜

            At the risk of sounding desperate, fingers slowly move from lips,             a clearing of her throat && words escape as nails tangle into the             necklace she wore like it was  a  memoriam  of  a  DEAD  MAN.             There was nothing she wouldn’t do to keep that baleful feeling,             that settled inside chest, from coming true.

[wnq-writers]

You’re my favorite sin to commit

e.j.m.r. (via twisted-but-pretty)

[twisted-but-pretty]

     Her smile is sharp-edged and vivid crimson, almost shark-like      in the way that is doesn’t quite reach her eyes, her cool gaze      still measuring him to determine whether he is a potential threat.      This isn’t her first rodeo, that much is evident in the way she      assesses him even as she extends her hand. Her grip is firm,      a vague challenge in the way her fingers close around his, but      he is undaunted by it, instead keeping his own hand relaxed and      loose as it clasps hers.

     He has nothing to prove.

            “Gisborne. A pleasure, Ms. Lynd.”

     A thousand questions rattle through his mind but he silences them      for now, instead allowing a trace of humor to linger on his features,      a smile playing at the corners of his lips. Leaning forward ever so      slightly, catching the subtle scent of her perfume, his eyes gleam      with amusement as his voice lowers to a conspiratorial whisper.

            “Since it appears we’re playing for the same team,                               perhaps you’d allow me to buy you a drink?”

[thebitchisdeadnow]

           She finds herself relaxing  as the handshake comes to an end on            her part.  Fingers loosen around his  &&  lips take on a smile with            the slightest hint of mirth reflected in otherworldly blue eyes.  It’s            easy to get shaken up in their line of business,  so easy to LOSE            one’s way  &&  end up fighting the war for all the wrong reasons.            She doesn’t trust him, not in the slightest sense of the word, but            a drink was something she couldn’t refuse.  Champagne tongue            pronounces the words  clearly,  but only barely above a whisper            to return the match tone he’d set in motion.

            ❛ Something so charming would be impossible to turn down. ❜

           Do not take her for a fool,  you’ll come to regret it at the worst            possible time.  She is a weapon disguised as a children’s toy,            something you could throw around all you wanted  &&  never            harm yourself, but be careful-- she is LOADED && her aim is            impeccable.

          ❛ I suppose we’ll be seeing if you are as much of a gentleman              when it comes the time to pay for the evening. ❜

[tattoosandsexxxx-blog]

[authorofyourpain-blog]

“Not at all, I’ve been marveling the statues. Quite impressive, no? All of the fallen Soviet imagery, it all works to paint such a compelling picture, I think… Ah, but you’re not here to talk history.”

-He muses, hands folding behind his back and he turns, almost in mechanical fashion. She’s the looks for him, that much he can already ascertain. The cuckoo enjoyed all types of women, meek to bold, but out of all that he had come to learn from watching James, one thing was certain-

‘Kleiner Bruder’ Bond was a sucker for the dark femme fatale!

“You’re here to learn what’s become of your Yusef. He’s safe and sound in our hands, of that I’m here to confirm to you- though that said- I have no clue how much longer the powers that be are willing to keep him safe and sound.”

[thebitchisdeadnow]

    BILE  rises to throat at the thought of loved one held captive by criminal     organisation that paid little mind to who ended up in  a shallow grave  of     their own somewhere out in the desert.  ( She assumed. )  She could still     taste her breakfast,  that came rushing up oesophagus when word came     that she meeting would happen.  &&  The mint left behind by toothpaste     only reminded her of  Yusef’s  lips in the morning when he bent down to     kiss her good morning.  It did not a thing to  EASE  the weight  pressing     down on shoulders of law-abiding woman.

           ❛ && How can I be sure unless provided proof?  How am I supposed               to know he hasn’t already drawn his last breath && they are simply               toying with me? You must understand where the DISTRUST stems               from. ❜

       Surroundings were straight out of her modern day fairytale,  but she couldn’t        care less of the marbled arches,  the statues that rose several feet high upon        the pedestals so they could be displayed in proper lighting, uninterrupted by        shadows that played in the afternoon sun.

                                  ❛ I need an assurance. ❜

[lovevessels-deactivated20160826]

[authorofyourpain-blog]

Muzeon Park of Arts, Moscow. 15:00

The man in black doesn’t turn to greet her, no need to. There’s an enigma to him, a sort of untouchable quality to Ernst Blofeld that he’s both well aware of and enjoys keeping up. To Lynd, he’s nothing more than a nameless contact, someone lower on the chain than Mister White assigned to tell her the score.

“Oh good, you’re here. I was beginning to think my superiors  had picked the wrong girl for the job. This all must be a very exciting time for you, Miss Vesper Lynd.”

[thebitchisdeadnow]

      Something about man causes soul to shiver, as if he was sucking in her air       && depriving her of the most essential she needed in order to live. Hooded       in all black she matches the atmosphere surrounding him. She gulps down       the last of nerves that she fears may take over any moment, suffocating all       of them && leaving no room to breathe. She is calm, disturbingly so.

            ❛ How could it not? I must apologise,  my RUSSIAN is terrible               &&  therefor the reason for late arrival.  I hope I did not keep               you waiting all too long. ❜

[gansaey]

[neilsneider]

[treatyoself-blog]

You’ve stopped wearing your necklace. It was time.

[lovevessels-deactivated20160826]

                  ❝ – you’re EXAGGERATING.   ❞     the blonde points out, remarking it in a very CYNICAL way. there’s a hidden grin on his lips, he knows  what he’s up against. his words versus her words. nothing that some body slamming wouldn’t fix, yet,   she seemed QUITE determinate to fulfill her own words. which worried him, but only slightly. she did   give the strong vibe, but he wouldn’t back out. he never backs out, it’s his strongest move. he won’t   give it to her this time. 

    ❝ i’m saying YES.  ❞ without a warning, he’s pressed his heavy lips on her delicate and soft ones, he’s  playing DIRTY now and he doesn’t care about it.

[thebitchisdeadnow]

            ❛ ---- ❜

     James was a man she’d grown to know as someone immoveable, someone      who could be driving forward,  spot black ice  &&  not swerve out of its way.      Bullheaded, she called him  &&  would not be wrong.  So when he’s holding      onto her so, she knows what would come of a simple disagreement  (  their      battle of two tongues with sharp edges always ended following pattern, for      it’d become physical && it’d leave both gasping for breath. )

           She was more taken aback than she’d care to admit, his lips            pressed to hers && forcing into personal space she had built            around herself. Invasion of  PRIVACY  was far from an issue,            talented  fingers tugging at the loops around his waist where            belt was attached.  To make him lose  balance  would serve            embarrass && in turn give her the edge.  Come to think of it;            devilish are the ways in which  bottom lip  finds itself lodged            between the two of hers, sucking upon it lightly && giving it            all of her ATTENTION.

[lovevessels-deactivated20160826]

          ❝ i want you to say that, again. and MEAN it.  ❞   and this time, his hands fall down unto her hips, he steps closer to close the gap between them.  his eyes never break contact with her own, he could never LIE to her. perhaps, he will keep his word.   as long as he’s close to her, no one would harm her. he’s good at what he does, he’s the very best.     mostly when he’s emotionally involved. 

           ❝ i’ve never SHOT and MISSED, vesper. i was born with a gun in my hand.  ❞

[thebitchisdeadnow]

     ❛ Then maybe we need to look into a SURGEON after         all, because I’m not having that thing in my sheets. ❜

 There’s amusement that laces her voice  now,  her fingers finding a way to  fight themselves  underneath  his  coat so she may tuck them into safety--  just where she knew she’d find it. && He was her light in the dark, her own  salvation in the form of resurrection.  (  Water still burned inside lungs, salt  of the ocean scraping along throat. )

                  ❛ I’m saying NO, James. ❜

[thebitchisdeadnow]

James.

    ❝ i know what i’m doing, vesper. - you TRUST ME, don’t you?  ❞     THE MALE steps forward, few inches apart from being truly tight. he stares into the woman’s eyes.  he knows being direct and forward always captivates and he could get his way. he’s bond, he can do whatever with only a look. the blue eyed charmer for sure.

        ❛ Just to make sure you’re actually hearing yourself-- you’re           asking me if I trust a man who I had to save from a cardiac           arrest after his attempted murder && who then proceeded           to losing ten million in a blink of an eye? Of course I do. ❜

               She finds it hard,  not to look at him && those eyes that sure found                their way straight into her soul, but she had to remain  H A R D &&                 unreadable.  Quick wit steps into the picture then, words flying out                of her mouth before she even knows they’ve been formed.