i had to kill you.

[villaiinelle]

VILLANELLE SELECTIVE INDIE ROLEPLAY FROM KILLING EVE, by elaine, +25, she/her.

open starters. (this is a sideblog: main account.)

rules:

do not interact if you are less than 21 years old.

no godmodding, please. it sucks.

villanelle is a assassin, so expect dark / trigger warnings.

villanelle is bisexual but more inclined to women.

i normally use medium gifs but i can always write without gifs.

banned faceclaims: deceased people, problematic people, animated, abusers, sydney sweeney, taylor swift, hudson williams, connor storrie, kardashians or jenners, gracie abrams, madelyn cline, harry styles, ariana grande.

i will try to match your aesthetic writing.

[lastofthcbugs]

A chill radiated from where Villanelle's palm rested on Josie's waist; she would've shivered had heat not hummed back into her veins as their tongues greeted one another. As they pulled away, she swallowed the hallucinogen with a devious smirk, excited for whatever may come next.

Josie took a mental note of the answer, knowing it would ruin the mood if she pressed on the matter further, so instead she draped her wrists on Villanelle's shoulders, tilting her head with an arched brow. "I was born and raised here, never really been anywhere else."

The vibration of the music and their closeness had the same effect as the drug would when it kicked in, her heart beat picking up its pace while warmth radiated through her limbs. The crowd faded as their hips met, hunger rising from Josie's core to her chest, her dark gaze unable to leave the blonde's lips.

[villaiinelle]

villanelle was ready to get loose. she started to feel the first symptoms: ecstasy and friendliness. being friendly wasn't in the dictionary from villanelle. "this is the good stuff!" she yelled since the music was extremely loud.

"really?" villanelle was surprised. "i travel... a lot! i've been going to almost all the countries in the world." please, villanelle, don't talk about your job. it's dangerous. but she will end up lying (as always) to josie... that beautiful jossie. her blue eyes were mesmerising.

she gets closer to josie, again. villanelle was dancing like there was no tomorrow and she got very close to jossie's body. in fact, she desires her. she kissed passionately with josie on her soft lips. she liked that feeling, why not getting high and kiss girls shouldn't be in her life? well... perhaps now, she's allowed.

[sinsoakedsaints]

"Maybe not me," Phoenix bristles, needled easily by both her tone and her word choice.

( She never needed knives to cut through him. )

"But you're here which means you need something. What is it?"

[villaiinelle]

she sighed profoundly, rolling her eyes. trying to manage the calm.

"i don't need anything from you. last time i checked, was that you were AND is a massive asshole. and i was right." when villanelle is mad, her russian accent gets more exposed.

[villaiinelle]

VILLANELLE SELECTIVE INDIE ROLEPLAY FROM KILLING EVE, by elaine, +25, she/her.

open starters. (this is a sideblog: main account.)

[villaiinelle]

status: open to anyone. / ex-girlfriend or ex-boyfriend above 40 years old. character: villanelle (32, bisexual, assassin)

"you're still funny that you think that i still need you. i don't." she scoffed.

[villaiinelle]

status: open to anyone. +21. character: villanelle (32, bisexual, assassin) "stop looking at me like that."

[potestmagice]

“Ohhh, that scoff,” she said. “That was a professional scoff. I’ve heard that many times before." She She straightened herself, dusting off her coat that came down to her knees. “You’re disappointed because you wanted it to be harder. Or because you don’t like being the second weirdest person in the room.”

[villaiinelle]

villanelle laughed out loud sarcastically. "you? the second weirdest in the room? that's funny, "professor".

she took the knife from her boot and, gently, she cut of the palm of her hand. "you want to see crazy? i'll show you crazy." she left her hand bleeding, making eye contact with the professor.

[potestmagice]

The Professor laughed. “Oh, that secret was already leaking out of me. You just poked the crack," she said, leaning in slightly. “And yes. One or two days is nothing. Barely a yawn, really. Besides, I have to make it somewhat exciting."

[villaiinelle]

villanelle was disappointed with herself. she felt anger and she scoffs. "okay, fine., whatever." she shrugged like she didn't care, secretly putting her swiss knive in her boot so that the professor wouldn't see, that was she thought.

[potestmagice]

The Professor tilted her head, studying Villanelle carefully. “An open book,” she repeated. “Dangerous words to say to a Time Lord. I read very fast.”

She took a step back, giving Villanelle more space. “All right. Hide and seek it is. But rules matter.” She lifted one finger. “No knives. No improvised weapons. No ‘oops, I tripped and accidentally committed murder.’” A pause. “If I find you, you tell me one true thing that actually costs you something to say.”

Her smile softened. “And if I don’t find you…” she shrugged. “Maybe I'll just have to do anything you want for a day. Or two.”

[villaiinelle]

"AH-HA! so, you confirmed that you're a time lord!" her eyes were wide open, excitedly.

"no knives, promise. alright." that's fair enough. she shaking's professor hand. "so... you would be capable of leaving one or two days around this place? and i'm the psychopath!"

[potestmagice]

The Professor’s smile thinned slightly. “Attack?” she repeated. “That’s your idea of passing the time?” She slipped her wrist free with a twist. “Hide and seek where the seeker gets stabbed..." she mused. "I admire your commitment to drama.”

"What if you hide. I seek. No attacking.” She paused. “Instead, if I find you, you tell me something true. Something you’ve never told anyone.” Her brows lifted up. “Much spicier than stabbing, don’t you think?”

[villaiinelle]

"that or... watching a movie." konstantin, her mentor, never had time to spend with villanelle, he just handled the postcard for her, saying 'when, where and who'. "i don't think i'm very dramatic." once again, the russian accent was thicker. konstantin was her home, after all, and she was jealous of his daughter.

the attention: it's what the blonde wants. watching a movie with someone else or eating ice cream... normal for a day.

villanelle thought about the words that professor said. "okay, sure. no attacking. but i have no secrets, though; however i am an open book. just for you, my darling." she teased with a smirk.

[lastofthcbugs]

It wasn't something she dabbled in often. Josie had always been a vodka red-bull kinda girl when it came to partying, but she didn't have to go to rehearsals in the morning, and the offer was exciting. As the blonde drew closer, the brunette simply nodded and parted her lips, ready for whatever rush the small, colorful pill would bring that night.

As they swayed to the pulsating music, their bodies grew closer. Josie couldn't help but giggle, her lips close to the other's ear so they could hear. "Nice to meet you, Villanelle. Where are you from?" The blonde didn't seem to be from the city, even though it was hard to fully hear the blonde's accent over the noises of the club.

There was a tug-of-war between wanting to stay here and dance and going somewhere quiet to talk; she wasn't sure which would win in the end.

[villaiinelle]

feeling her getting close, her warm body was warmer than expected. she opened her lips carefully, accepting the pill while her hand was in her waist. she could taste the red bull while their tongues met. "molly?" she asked to her ear. villanelle didn't mind taking any type of drugs. she needed a night off her job. she giggled.

oh no, personal questions. "i'm from here and there." she said with a new york accent. at least, she was an expert with accents, learned with konstantin. "how about you?" she kept giggled and dancing like a free spirit.

she was loving that time, when she couldn't be... villanelle, but oksana, for one night.

[potestmagice]

The Professor laughed, and she shook her head. "No. It's nothing like that," she said. "I chose it myself. When I graduated the Academy." Even if it were a honorary graduation because of the war. "But I remember your name. You said it was Amanda, yes?"

She looked down at her wrist, at the swiss army knife in her hand. Then, she tilted her head. "How is playing with a knife spicy?" she asked. She was intrigued now.

[villaiinelle]

"oh, that's curious." she pouted while she was talking. "okay, "the professor", you win. i won't ask more questions about your name." she sighed, disappointed. "Amanda... yeah... You have a good memory." villanelle smirked.

"for example, hide & seek. i can hide and you can seek and the moment you don't expect, i'd love to attack you." she giggled like a little girl, while playing with her blonde hair. "unless, you have another idea. i'm so bored in these four walls, i could scream."

[estrvs]

it should've scared her, should've been the reason her heartbeat kicked violently against her ribs. "no," she exhaled, the word barely audible off her tongue. it didn't scare her, and that's what bothered her most.

[villaiinelle]

"i can tell that you're lying. but don't worry, sweetheart, i won't shot you." she giggled, getting closer to the brunette, taking off a swiss knife from her boot. "how about this?" villanelle asked, pointing the knife at sam's heart.

[corsetslacedup]

Aislin watched Villainelle in twisted amusement, watching her kiss the gun like it was her beloved. “I’m more jealous of that gun, getting kissed by you,” Aislin stated honestly, gaze locked on Villainelle’s, stepping closer to the killer without displaying fear. One of them might end up dead that night, but either way, it’d be fun getting there.

[villaiinelle]

"what if i pointed to you, would you still be afraid? or want me?" her expression became serious, like she saw a ghost, looking at aislin. as she was getting closer, she smelled good, and it was even more beautiful.

[potestmagice]

The Professor didn’t pull away when Villanelle closed the distance. If anything, she leaned in a fraction too. "I already told you my name," she countered. "It's the Professor."

Her fingers tightened slightly on Villanelle’s wrist. Two heartbeats passed. Then a third. "A game?" she finally said. "I do like games."

[villaiinelle]

"so, when you were born, your parents gave you the name? ha!" she laughed, thinking that was funny. "fine, "the professor." do you remember my name? she teased.

her fingers on villanelle's wrist made her blood boiling. "i like games, especially hide and seek. i usually play with my swiss knife, i know, it's cheating." she rolled her eyes. "but it's more... spicy!" she giggled.

[villaiinelle]

status: open to anyone. +21. character: villanelle (32, bisexual, assassin) trigger warnings: gun.

"does this scare you?" she kissed her gun like it was her lover.

[potestmagice]

The Professor’s mouth twitched faintly. “Lucky,” she repeated. “That’s what we’re calling it now.” She didn’t move the blade away. And she didn’t flinch. Instead, she lifted her chin just enough to meet Villanelle’s eyes. “You are a pain in the arse,” she went on calmly. “You weaponise boredom. You escalate for entertainment. And when you say you like someone,” her gaze flicked to the knife, then back up, “you test how much they’ll tolerate before they break.”

“I don’t break the way humans do.” She reached up and placed two fingers on Villanelle's wrist. “Torture’s inefficient anyway. You’ll get more out of me if you just ask. So. What are you actually trying to make me do?”

[villaiinelle]

"yes, lucky." villanelle smiled. "but i can always change my mind, who knows..." she didn't like the next words that the professor said, which made her expression of anger. "be honest with me for once: what's your name? i told mine (a lie)."

her face got close to the professor's, eyes knitted, while biting her bottom lip. "we can play hide & seek." she said.