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Victoria Khodnakov, Crimson, 27, Faust Loyal

[villanellesource]

✦ Get you a girl who can do both.

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xcontrolledchaosx‌:

Freyja ran her tongue over her front teeth, sucking on them for a brief moment as her eyes flickered back to the woman next to her. She wondered if this was a trick question. Freyja had no idea who the woman was, nor what family she had given her alliance to. Anything she said could tip the other off. “I have no preference.” Freyja said. “Any whiskey is good to me.” She offered her a small smile of her own, except her’s didn’t show her teeth.

The way the woman kept looking at Freyja might make anyone uncomfortable. But Freyja knew what she was doing. Sizing her up. Trying to observer her every move. It wasn’t intimidating to Freyja, necessarily. But it did make her calculate her every move in her head before she did anything. She waved the bartender over. “Whiskey and gin on the rocks.” 

Vic glanced to the bar tender, eyeing him for a brief moment as he poured their drinks. As if she did not trust the measures. Vic was a hard woman to pinpoint, in a green Gucci suit with yesterdays bruises, she looked like a fucking mess and at the same time, as if she had just come from New York Fashion Week. Al of her attention, however,  in that moment was wrapped up in the man behind the counter and how he poured a drink. Her attention was soon pulled back toward the pretty brunette at her elbow though “-You must have a preference” Vic asked, a tilted of her head accented by an arch of a honey eyebrow. “Scotch or Irish?” The question was said with pressure, as the woman squared her shoulders and bore over the other. “They aren’t the same. Why not pick one?” Vic smiled at her, but it was obviously forced. She was trying to make her uncomfortable  When her drink arrived, she lifted the gin and sipped the contents gently “-Whiskey is the most complicated drink out there-” she grinned, lowering her glass. Which a stare that could cut glass, dark and horrible, and in a voice that suggested violence if not given her own way, Vic said again. “....pick one....Irish...Scottish..American?”

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sjobergdeath‌:

                The    cold    coffee    has    turned    sour,    but    he    still    drinks    it.    Downing    it    in    one    foul    swoop.    He    shakes    his    head    and    reaches    for    the    new    cup.    He    needs    more    coffee    before    he    decides    to    pass    out    again.    “    I    know    Oliver    isn’t    well.    ”    He    lets    out    a    sigh,    hand    coming    up    to    rub    at    his    face.    He’s    tired,    he    wants    to    explain    this    all    to    her,    but    he’s    been    sworn    to    secrecy.    That    sounds    fake,    but    it’s    the    honest    truth.    “    It’s    not    what    it    looks    like,    Vic.    ”    It’s    actually    far    from    it.    He’s    the    one    who    has    been    feeding    the    Faust    information    about    what    the    Vasile’s    are    up    to    next.    He    leans    back    in    the    booth    again,    head    against    the    wall.    “    Glad    you    were    thinking    about    me.    ”    He    says,    turning    his    attention    to    the    outside.    It’s    starting    to    get    brighter.

He had at one time, he had been everything to her. If Vic had a compass, Fenrir would have been the hand to point her home. They had been inseparable. Once upon a time.. They had been such close friends, she had loved him. Truly loved him, in her own way, he was the closest thing to a brother she had ever know. In short, Fenrir was the only real family she had left. His betrayal? it cut her worse than any knife ever could or ever had. Vic had cried over him. That fucking bastard.She had never known a wound like the one he had given her. Vic stared at him, her expression stoic, oddly so. It was the little things that gave her away though. The tightness in her jaw, the grinding of molars that could definitely be heard across the table and the way her left eye flickered suddenly, was all a dead give away. Vic had narrowed her eyes, eyebrows furrowed heavily above the ink black stare. There was a tremor to her too, in her shoulders and her in the hand she touched him with. Her body trembled with rage Victoria was furious. “It fucking looks likes you’re a rat, Fenrir.” The words were harsh, forced out of her a sudden breath that she had to then take a second to recollect. Vic inhaled a sharp breath, dark eyes sparkling with nothing short of fucking malice for him. “Shut!-” she snaps him suddenly, jolting forward in the booth. Like some sort of fucking animal, her gaze was razer sharp and horrible. Black as night and absolutely focused on him. “-the fuck up. SHut up!” she still had one had wrapped around her coffee mug, another was wrapped around his wrist. Long fingers digging into the soft skin of his bare wrists. Hard enough to leave half moon shaped nail marks. All of her attention was focused on him. “You’re a scumbag....what the fuck?.....how the fuck?...” Vic trailed of swallowed and then suddenly, sat back in the booth “-.....i wanted to fucking....kill you so bad, i still do....” the reply was quiet, given how she had forced that the last few sentences out. She was shaking her head when she spoke again “-...was it worth it?”

[karadanvers]

What’s wrong with her? Dementia.

[victcryx]

A little Wicked: A Victoria Khodnakov playlist.

Calm down by Krewella \\ Devil inside me by Frank Carter and the Rattlesnakes \\ Change by Deftones \\ Are you ready? by Maneskin \\ Sick like me by In this Moment \\ Twisted by MISSIO \\ you should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish \\ (s)AINT by Marilyn Manson \\ Sinners by Barns Courtney \\ Animal Style by Biffy Clyro

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animccity‌:

                Oh,    she’s    getting    closer.    THAT    he    likes,    gives    her    a    wide    grin.    What    he    isn’t    a    fan    of    is    resting    her    knee    against    his    dick,    pressing    in    as    she    pins    his    shoulders    to    the    chair    underneath    him.    His    smile    slowly    fades    from    grin    to    that    of    slight    pain.    Not    fun,    Vic.    He    groans    gently    when    the    pressure    grows    further.    He    wants    to    reach    up    for    her    waist,    pick    her    up    off    of    him,    set    her    down    somewhere    else,    but    there’s    no    saying    what    she’d    do    after    that.

                Finally    Ryan    is    able    to    breathe    when    she    lets    up,    pressing    her    back    against    the    wall,    hands    in    pockets,    and    staring    at    her.    Chest    rises    and    falls    with    one    deep    inhale.    Dramatic    ??    Maybe.    But    it’s    then    that    he    shakes    his    head,    and    speaks    for    the    first    time    in    what    feels    like    forever.    The    moment    had    been    drawn    out    too    long.    “    No,    no,    why    do    you    think    just    because    I    wanna    be    famous    I’m    gonna    forget    you    ??    I    like    singing    and    playing    music    for    people,    not    ditching    my    friends    and    being    a    fake    asshole    like    half    of    the    fucks    in    the    music    industry.    ”

Vic watched him from across the alleyway, lids low and lips parted ever so slightly. It was quiet in there, the noise of city life seemingly having stopped at the entrance. She wouldn’t admit it, and definitely not to him, but there was an earnestness about Ryan that she liked. He was honest, about everything and often in a way people didn’t appreciate. She liked it though. She could appreciate a well hurled ‘Fuck you’ When he spoke, she smiled, eyes closing for just a brief moment, fingers curling and uncurling around the wooden hilt of the switchblade in her pocket. Eventually, she came to again and pushed away from the wall “-we’re friends then?” she put her free hand to her chest with a chuckle “aw Ryan, i never knew you felt that away about me. Stop, before i start getting the wrong idea.” She inhaled a sharp breath through her nose before offering him, a strange show of emotion, a soft little smile under the florescent streetlights. “-because i believed in you from the start, obviously-” she grinned, smile turning slightly feral in the corners “-does that mean i’ll get free tickets? You’ll take me on the road and we can fuck our way around America?” She cocked her head to the side, accent stronger as her voice got lower, questioning, as if she were genuinely curious about what he would do with the fame she knew he would get.

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dom--murphy‌:

Eyeing the nurse as he stumbled out of the alley and back inside, holding his neck. Dominic fully expected the kid to leave this hospital and never return. His nursing career was probably over, “He’s a kid who thought nursing would be an easy and rewarding career, but an idiot…” He could lie and tell her a different name, but he had the feeling that she could easily find out his real name and come to finish him off. “It’s Dominic Murphy-“ He shrugged, “- and I think if the cops came by, it would be easier to explain missing antibiotics than a dead man with a slit throat.”

He was starting to learn more and more about the city he grew up with and the crime was rampant. He was currently dealing with the situation with Ingrid. Every day, his hands were getting dirtier, so antibiotic stealing was low on the list of ‘bad’ deeds. Again, it was antibiotics, not a schedule I drug, it wasn’t under lock and key and had logs making sure no one stole them. “Plus, you sounded very desperate, I sort of felt bad.” He stared at her, as he noticed the sweat pooling at her hairline and the clammy skin. She was pretty sick… the drugs were for her.

“Doctor-patient confidentiality… what happened? Why do you need antibiotics.” Although he should have let the woman go, so he could finally enjoy his break, instead of trying to save some dumb kid’s life, he was curious.

Vic had shifted her weight onto one foot, more to stop herself from teetered of to one side, but the sudden jut gave her an air of barely concealed boredom. Like she was over this whole exchange. Which she was. The only thing that kept her there, in the end, was the way he spoke. He fucking sounded like a Doctor, so her theory of him being a male strip-o-gram in a doctors coat, was quickly disproved. Which was a shame. Nodding, almost in approval, Vic grinned across the way at him “You’re Smart. Who knew.” she said, advancing in that same, predatory way she had before. “Dominic Murphy.” she repeated his name back to him, now close enough that the tip of the blade she held was a mere inch away from the middle of his chest again. “-can i call you Dom? Is that what your friends call you?...Dom” she asked, a tilt of her head annunciating the question. “Don’t feel bad for me.” she scoffed, head dropping back ever so slightly as she laughed “-you should see the other guy.” Vic then pressed the knife into his scrubs, the material pinching under the sharp tip “-....i am going to put this weapon away now.” she told him, slowly, her eyes laser sharp and impossibly dark as they bored into the middle of his skull. “-but if you try anything funny, i will hurt you, yes?” Vic nodded, her expression changing so suddenly into a smile that she appeared as if she were two different people. “-good.” she retracted the knife, pressing the blade down into the handle and slipping it into her coat pocket, along with the packet of Antibiotics he had given her. “Now-” she inhaled a deep breath in through her nose and glanced him up and down. Her eyes lit up when he asked his question, sparkling ominously with glee “-....do you really want to know?” she cocked her head to the side again and casually, lifted the hem of her shirt up and the waistband of her jeans down to show him the scabbed over but still bleeding wound just above her pubic bone “Someone stabbed me. Crazy right?.”

[crimsoncxnfessions]

fuck Vic, man.

wow right out the gate, amazing. any particularly juicy reason?

@victcryx

[victcryx]

[babelesque]

Visit Original Link

[mikaeled]

Atomic Blonde (2017)

[daynascully]

1x01 | 2x02

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wcldfire‌:

“ is that how you greet your guests? how rude of you, victoria. where are your manners? “ dimitri asked, his voice laced with sarcasm. truth is, he hadn’t expected any less – he’d heard vic was loyal to the fausts now, unlike ludmila, who always kept the interests of her own at heart. truth to be told, dimitri was disappointed – for the sake of the friendship he had with victoria’s mother, he was willing to give the girl a chance to realize she was playing on the wrong side right now. arranging a meeting in public was out of the question since vic would most likely decline & even if she did accept, there was a risk of the fausts finding out and dealing with it. the best option at the moment seemed to be showing up at her place. finding her address was a lot easier than it seemed, thanks to dimitri’s connections. the vasile gestured at the two guys behind him to wait as he considered kicking the door until the lock chain snapped, but decided it’d be better to try and be civil at first. “ i’m just here to have a talk with you, alright? a proposition, actually. i think it’s in your best interest to hear me out. понимаешь? “ 

Dimitri Vasile was a rare sort of danger. It was the kind that was so difficult to pin down that it was near impossible. A kind that was charming and charismatic and powerful and all together awful. He had connections and knew folk and made no secret of it. He was untouchable. The big boss. Novyy bog Vic could be dangerous too, but only in close quarters. She didn’t have the power he had. Dimitri was dangerous all the time, heavy like a storm cloud he hung over the city with a far reach. Vic knew of him, of course she did, everyone did. She knew what he could do and what he had done. Was she afraid? Sure, why not. Something about him didn’t sit well with her and for once in her life, Vic was very wary when he came knocking. “Fuck you.” she replied casually “-i wasn’t raised with any. Blame my mother.” She shrugged, face twisting into an expression of absolute, unbridled boredom. He was keeping her from her fucking cheese.

Vic peered out of the tiny crack, spotting the two goons at his back. She grinned, lids lowering and that dark stare flickering back to Dimitri “Scared of a little girl or something Mudak. huh?” Vic tutted gently, head shaking back and fourth as she grinned right up into his fucking face. “-you would think i was dangerous or something.” Vic had half a mind to take the knife out of her waistband and jam it right up into the underside of his skull and go back to her dinner. Physically stopping her, was the iron vice grip she had on her own door. With a heavy sigh, Vic tilted her head back, eyes hooking his and holding on. Her gaze was black and her mood was just the same “-go away Dimitri.” came the simple reply, her voice oddly calm and steady for such a tense situation. “Stop loitering on my fucking doorstep, because i don’t want to hear anything that comes out of your fucking mouth. dolbanaya lozh'” she hissed at him then, baring her teeth in a snarl like a cornered animal, which she was definitely starting to feel like. Finally, Vic just slammed the door shut in his face, loud enough that it made the door jams rattle loudly. Muttering to herself in Russian, Vic turned away from the door and proceeded back into her living room.

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wcldfire‌:

tony was covering a night shift at his shop tonight & his favorite part of the night was when vic came to visit & of course, brought food. it was nearly midnight and they were sat on his coffee table at the back office, enjoying the meals – though, tony not so much. the russo almost choked on his food at the shock of vic’s next words. raising his eyebrows, he pointed a finger at her. “ you take that back! you fuckin’ take that back, vic! “ the man threatened, as he gladly took the woman’s food she wasn’t willing to finish. “ you’re saying that because you haven’t tried my homemade pasta, which would change your mind in a second, trust me – “ tony kept on rambling as he reached to take the bottle of whiskey, pouring himself a glass and drinking its contents at once. after his shift he had other duties to do, so he had to be prepared. “ i mean, what do you russians even have? besides vodka – which is the worst kind of alcohol there, might i add. “ 

“Am i wrong?” she replied, eyes popping in annunciation whens she spoke. “-come on Tony, Italian food is not as good as you think it is.” Vic grinned at him “-Pizza is just pizza and pasta is not special, doesn’t matter what shape it comes in prekrasnyy”  She shook her head and reached across the table to pat his hand, she was laughing though, her smile almost infectious “-i know this is a lot to take in Tony, it’s ok....you can breath. Talk to me, this is a safe space.” she patted his arm and with her free hand, hid the smile she was sporting by lifting her glass and drinking deep. Vic propped her elbow then on the table, cheek landing with a huff in an outstretched palm as she watched him wolf down her leftovers with impressive speed. Using her other hand, Vic lifting her glass and outstretched her arm toward him for another helping. “Fuck you” she replied, though her words were delivered with a grin “-Vodka is the only drink that matters, and you’re telling me that perogies, the ones with the cabbage and the potatoes, aren’t nice?” Vic scoffed loudly and shook her head “-shame on you, the only good things to come out of Russia were Perogie, Vodka and me.” She shrugged her shoulder then and leaned back of the table, cradling her drink in her lap “-....maybe ballet....but that so boring. The outfits are nice though.”

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dom--murphy‌:

As he stared at the silver that glinted in the light, he looked at her. Where he got this new found confidence, he had no idea. It wasn’t often that he was threatened at knife point, but she was obviously desperate… When she rattled off the names of the meds she wanted, he realized she wanted antibiotics: he was being held at knife point for antibiotics? Literally one of the biggest problems in the U.S. health system was the over prescribing of antibiotics for things they couldn’t help like the flu and the common cold. It was the reason hospitals ran rampant with MRSA and VRE. People should worry more about that instead of the possibility of nuclear war; bacteria would get to them first.

There was some reason she couldn’t just go to the doctor and get antibiotics for herself: it probably had something to do with the knife waving in his face. She probably had been shivved in a back alley with a rusty knife and that was the most mild of the scenarios in his mind. “Antibiotics? You know, for someone who is waving a knife in my face, I was expecting more than a simple bacterial infection.” She eyed him, he was probably pushing her, so he decided to stop. “I’m surprised he was able to get anything for you. Relax killer barbie, it’s just antibiotics… no one cares if those go missing.”

He tossed the crumpled paper cup in the dumpster before leaving the two of them. Hopefully she didn’t go too psycho and murder the kid for fun; he wasn’t sure how he’d explain that to the cops… Using his badge, he went into the secured medicine closet. He rifled through, landing on the box of Azithromycin. Easy enough, no one would think he stole it for the psychopath and easy enough directions to where she could take it without complications.

He made his way back, relieved to see the kid still alive, “Follow the directions on the box, seriously. Take them all, even when you start to feel better.” He told her as he waved the box in front of her. She eyed it suspiciously. Did she think that he was going to poison her or something?

Vic was not above severing a mans head if it meant she would live. Ok, as dramatic as that was it was the truth. She knew fine rightly she needed the good stuff, the stuff that came right out of the medicine cupboards, or was locked deep in the ward trolleys. Not the peddling shit that no offence, was kept by the medics or was left over in her own very illegal stock pile of drugs. Most of hers were out of date anyways. “Shut the fuck up-” Vic scoffed at him “-this isn’t a fucking check up, this is a threat asshole. I have what i have and i need some fucking gentamycin and i need it now!”  That shit was Iv, but she was too fucking desperate to know that right now. “Of you go then” Vic sneered at him, lips pulling back over her teeth in a snarl “-don’t keep Gabe here waiting-” Vic pressed the tip of the blade into the soft flesh above his adams apple, and it earned her a trickle of blood and a whimper from him. Vic had locked eyes with the Doctor, watching him when he disappeared in through the doors he had just strode out of. “You better hope hes fast-” Vic said to Gabriel softly, her gaze wide and unwavering as she kept it steady on the door. “-do you know how long it takes to decapitate someone with a penknife-” Vic huffed out a breath, as if he were keeping her from important fucking plans “-we will be here all night.” To his credit though, the Doctor reappeared soon enough and Vic had to laugh when she saw him. “-that was 18 minutes.” As a response, she had already begun to slice into the poor kids throat. Nothing too serious, nothing a bit of saline and gauze wouldn’t fix. Vic noted that he was staring at her, the box outstretched as if this were not a robbery.  Idiot. “Stand up Gabriel-” Vic was still staring at the Doctor as she hoisted the Nurse to his feet. Despite being taller than her, he was a swaying mess at this point. She held him by the scruff of his scrubs and after a while of just staring the Doctor out, she turned her attention to the nurse. “-go back inside and i will see you tomorrow. You are very lucky Gabriel....” She tapped him on the chest with her blade, slick with his blood “-do not forget that.” Vic then shoved him aside, watching over her shoulder as he fell, stood and ran a foot, fell again and then again until he was all but crawling back through and emergency exit. “He’s an idiot you know,-” Vic turned her full attention back to the doctor then with a scoff. She stepped closer, blade now pointed at the man in the white coat “-what’s your name, hm?” Vic cocked an eyebrow in question “-giving me this could get you fired.” When she grinned at him, it was malicious. “Don’t you give a shit?”

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xcontrolledchaosx‌:

Freyja wanted to roll her eyes when the woman began to rake her eyes all over her. It was as if she was deciding whether she should buy Freyja a drink or not. Just like a man. She took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly, calming her annoyance. “I very much would.” Freyja said, her voice turning silky sweet to the woman she didn’t know. Her eyes flickered to watch the woman bite down softly on her lower lip. “Good guess. But I like whiskey.” She said, her lips tugging into a small smile as she beckoned the bartender. “What do you prefer?” Freyja asked as she glanced back towards the woman.

Vic nodded, bottom lip still stuck fast between her teeth . She did nothing for a hot minute, content just to eye the woman up and down again. Her smile then turned wolfish “-So not Scotch...hmm, Irish or bourbon?” Vic asked, arching a honey blonde brow in question “-oh i don’t like whiskey” she tilted her head to the side, lips parting as a smile tugged them open. Below the cherry red colour, two sets of pearly whites shone like moonstones. Ominously and in a way that would suggest a concealed weapon.  “I like Vodka. Or Gin.” Vic leaned in ever so slightly, with a chuckle and said “-but i’d like for you to choose.” Vic’s eyes swivelled from the womans throat, up into her own glassy stare and another coy smile coveted her lips “-Surprise me.” she said, leaning back in the stool and resting her elbow and fore-arm on the bar for balance.

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effiefaust‌:

effie blinked slowly at the other woman, wanting to ask where her current injury had come from but not seeming to be able to find the energy to. maybe she’d find out later – maybe she wouldn’t. even though she was goddamn exhausted, the brunette couldn’t help but watch the other with eyes full of slight amusement as she seemed to experience some kind of bagel heaven. maybe she should eat something, but she hadn’t been too hungry recently. she wasn’t usually one to skip breakfast – whenever it was that she woke up, but she also figured it wouldn’t hurt to not over-indulge sometimes.

one brow raised at the words, but with one look thrown back to the vendor, effie grabbed the latte and held it to her lips for a small, defiant sip. “it tastes okay but maybe he slipped something in that doesn’t have immediate effects. should i read up on my poisons?” she commented back to vic, sounding just as serious as the other girl had. not putting up much of a fight at all, the young faust just nodded solemnly, already turning towards the direction back home. 

Vic watched her. With dark, narrowed eyes she made sure that Effie took a drink, she made sure she was ok and she made sure that right now, if needed, she would do what the fuck ever the kid needed her to do. “I am not a poison expert, it is for cowards anyways.” Vic lifted her cup and took a drink. The coffee was still piping hot but she ignored the blister it left on her tongue and swallowed. There was something missing, maybe it was too sweet, maybe it wasn’t sweet enough. Whatever, at this stage she really didn’t give a shit. She would probably go back for seconds anyways. Vic slipped her free arm through Effies, tugging her in close to her side. It was more for support than anything else, Vic was starting to feel a little woozy, shapes jumping out at her from the sidewalk. So she held on and made it look like she was the one propping the Faust up.  “Tell me malen'kiy-” she glanced down, black eyes finding Effies and like a fish hook, they held fast. “-Whats wrong. You don’t look well.”

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animccity‌:

                “    Awe,    really    ??    Not    even    like    a    cheapo    guitar    pick    you    can    get    at    guitar    center    for    like    95    cents    for    a    pack    of    ten    or    some    fuckin’    shit    ??    ”    Not    that    he    doesn’t    appreciate    whatever    the    hell    he    gets    her…    and    that    bath    and    body    works    gift    set    will    not    go    to    waste,    he    spoils    himself    like    every    other    basic    bitch    female.

                He    lets    out    a    sigh,    leaning    back    further.    You    may    not    be    able    to    see    it,    but    he’s    eyeing    her    up    an    down.    Of    course,    only    she    would    think    that    he    could    get    fleas    from    sitting    on    a    chair.    Can    humans    even    get    fleas    ??    He’d    have    to    look    it    up    later,    just    in    case    they    can,    and    he    doesn’t    look    stupid.    “    What    about    a    ten    gallon    barrel    of    lube    ??    ”

"No-” Vic stared down at him, ruined lips twitching up into a smile. She had been in a fight the day before, the upper one now split close to the cupids bow. It was a bit of a stable now, to see her with an injury. It would strange for her not to have one. “-it’ll only encourage you.” Vic pressed closer, her knee pressing into the spongy materiel of the seat cushion between his legs. “-and i really don’t appreciate you waking me at 4 in the morning playing that fucking instrument.” She lifted her leg then, balancing perfectly on one teetering heel before pressing her knee right into his groin, all be it gently at first. “You wouldn’t use it.” Vic hand unfurled her hands from her pockets, pressing them now into his shoulders, pinning him down. She stared down into the hollow eyes of the mask he wore and thought about how similar their stares could be. Dark and eerie and bottomless and hollow.  “Bold of you to assume you and i will still be friends come Christmas.” she was smiling at him, pretty blonde curls falling into her eyes and making her vision hazy and with a giggle she said “-what if you’re world famous by then and forget me?” Vic pouted, leaned down and kissed the forehead of the mask he wore before backing of. She had let him go in a second, the pressure of her knee gone, her heavy hands on his shoulders gone. She was gone. Instead, she stood a bit away, hands in her pockets again, legs crossed at the ankles as she braced up against a dewy stone wall, smiling sinfully.