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snoewblood · 8 days

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hiding the truth posed a disservice to her. it would only continue the vicious cycle left behind by his superiors and what has been instilled in his brain for years. he couldn't do that to her anymore. the stomach for it was long gone the moment his real purpose was exposed-- at least, the now-abandoned purpose.

" not true, " he countered like a silly boy, small with furrowed brows for just a moment so he could wrap up what was left of the cheddar properly, " salt makes it better-- " a turn of his heel to put it back where it found it, with the rest of her delicacies, " --you should tell your staff to go shopping. starting to run out, " he didn't want to scold her. truly, he didn't. arguments, to him, were not in his favor to get his point across. he understood his place with naomi and he knew that she was utterly observant when it came to him dodging her question.

he places the knife down and away from him, show that he was no physical threat (as if he would ever lay a harmful finger on her) " i need you to stay under the radar. you don't know who or what you're dealing with, naomi, " if she listened close, an air of plea mixed with sterness can be found. he'd hate to beg, tell her not to dive straight into dangerous waters with people who have been undertaking society since before the two of them were even born. even dabbling in it, just a small piece, is enough to hook her in the business of foul trade. his eyes did not peel away from her face, searching for a piece of the girl he once knew to be so effortless to him. seeing cracks in the very image of her would turn his stomach into knots, " these people will not hesitate to find you in the middle of the night-- or in the day and take you out if you are of no use to them. "

Once upon a time ...

A little blonde girl had a dream of marrying a handsome, dark man who could whisk her away from the world she knew. A man who would show his hand and bring her to a world where softness was not backhanded and shunned but instead celebrated and uplifted. She'd met that dark man at the right time and he had whisked her, but only so far and only so much before the illusion came shattering down. This world was not made for soft things and a woman was never meant to wait around to be saved. Naomi picked up the pieces and resumed her life, changed and somehow less of herself, more with thorns and sharp edges that locked away the little blonde girl who'd wished and dreamed.

Her bed room was all windows, high rise overlooking city lights like a thousand glittering gems 'neath the endless black abyss of nighttime waves upon the ocean. The soft clatter every so often had been enough to jar her from light sleep (she barely slept well these days) and those moments before the waking world really reared its head she reasoned it was just leftover from whatever her mind had conjured in dreams already forgotten moments before. Only when she heard the sound again did she sigh and shift, let the soles of too-arched feet barely touch the plush rug beneath her bed, then the cool marble tile just at the edge. She reached for her silken robe and let it hang from her shoulders as she opened the door and peered down the hallway to the lights on in the lonely kitchen.

Night time in her apartment was like a liminal space, usually. Except the warmth of the living filled its essence and for a staggering second Naomi thought the worst of her nighttime intruder before she laid eyes on them.

Worse than the worst.

She swallowed the beat of her heart, leapt up into her throat, and tightened the hold of her robe over her chest.

"Danil..."

Half a question, half an accusation as if he could be anything other than who he was (and he had been for about six years). One fine brow arched and when she parted her lips again a sigh escaped them. Just passed one in the morning was hardly time for a cheese charcuterie board ...

"Yes, you woke me."

The padding of her feet was soft against the tile, an easy cadence as she approached the island where he worked and allowed herself to perch on the tall bar stool closest to the hallway she'd entered from. An elbow pressed onto the surface, chin resting in the palm of its hand.

"Why are you here? Certainly not to scold me about my cheese choices?" A beat. "I don't like mozzarella. It's tasteless."

#snoewbird

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heat graces over his face, trotting along his eyes and forehead to stir the man awake. a scrunch of his nose and he's nearly bothered by the gentle nudge of the sun beaming down on him through the window. he was alive-- he can smell clean air, not soot and dust. he can taste no blood, nothing foul lingering on his tongue. a wave of grogginess and heavy weight took over his body as he moved his body a bit on the bed. a soft, pillowy cloud that he can melt into for weeks on end. he didn't know where he was... it just felt safe for now.

for the moment he rested with his eyes closed, he listened closely to every bit of sound near him: muted streets from outside, assuming he was high up in some apartment or room. birds chirping and even the muffled sound of television playing in another room-- maybe the news. he couldn't make out the language but it sounded important and direct. finally, he opens his eyes, much like a machine beginning to operate slowly and starting up. he takes in his surroundings with tired eyes and tired body. he must've knocked out during his last escapade as he begins to feel his aches and pains starting to come back to him. nothing he couldn't handle, it was just uncomfortable.

on his right, eyes led him to find a soft cap of hair and a body beside him. anya. she was still with him... she stayed like she promised. he didn't want to move from lying on his back, he only wanted to admire her for just a little bit longer. gently, his warm fingers reached for the bit of skin he was able to see, just her forearm and leading down to her wrist and hand, " anya, " a soft whisper leaves his dry lips, his pinkie finger grazing along her skin back and forth.

for @farforvdova

#farforvdova #did they do a mission #who knows (:

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#tangled up like branches in a flood « anya | farforvdova. »

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If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression of something beautiful, but annihilating.

Sylvia Plath, Ariel

#help me god this is just #tell me you met me in past lives « naomi yakovenko | npc. »

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the edge of a blade is familiar, second nature for him to understand its movement. a short glance away and it was like he knew not to cut into his flesh. some might call it being a little too in tune with the instrument but he always knew he was meant to dabble into other things, not just playing with knives. or using them for... violent means. coupled with the comfortable silence of the space around him, nothing but the sound of a humming refrigerator that too expensive for his pockets to handle, danil found himself in her vicinity... again.

it could be the impulse nipping at his heels, guilt gnawing at his ears just to see if his intuition was wrong... he has yet to figure that out. he always found himself back in the very same place he used to call home (he still does-- it hurts to be in denial.) one gentle slice of cheese after the next is spread on a small plate with the entire kitchen island practically swallowing his presence whole. some might call the kitchen luxurious-- he calls it an apartment within a house.

he was not one to shift quickly at the sound of a threat-- or even soft footsteps that echoed throughout the place. in fact, hands focused on gathering the snacks he pulled from the fridge, even bring a cube up to his mouth to chew on. not once did he look up to meet the other's gaze, he didn't have to. he knew who he was dealing with, " there's never any mozzarella lying around, it's so good for you, " the blade in his hand slices through another piece of the sharp cheddar block, " --either you ran out or you're holding it hostage, " as if the more important, obvious question was placed to the back, danil finally brings his attention up to her and tries his best to avoid letting his heart burst out from his chest. beautiful as always, his thoughts persist, " did i wake you... ? " he asked quietly, careful not to add affection to the end of his question even if he knew it was on the very tip of his tongue to say 'my darling'.

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#snoewbird #is it angst or fluff #the world may never know

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random billy russo gifs 4/∞

#a blood starved machine « b. barnes. »

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BEN BARNES as BENJAMIN GREENE Gold Digger S01E01 "Her Boy"

#a blood starved machine « b. barnes. »

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𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝒊 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉. in these valleys of blood, in these rivers of rust. shoulder all the blame again. mirror locked until the end. it was violent and rough. i was never enough, but what if i was?