#he's the spiritual grandfather of your jason bournes and john wicks and you can fight me if you disagree i will die on this hill

[konstantya]

“‘Good’?” he echoed.  It wasn’t exactly a word he associated with himself.  It wasn’t exactly a word anyone seemed to associate with him, going all the way back to his aunt, who had constantly called him a ‘wicked boy’ from a ‘wicked union.’  He’d gotten used to it in his way—had grown to accept it and had long-since come to terms with the idea that he was a bad person who, up until relatively recently, did bad things—and so to suddenly hear someone say the opposite was…  Well, he wasn’t quite sure what to think about it, to be honest.

AKA: the one where Raven and Millie converse and conspire for gift-giving reasons, AKA: The Christmas Fic, AKA: Philip Raven is slowly learning to be a functional human being.  Please give him a hug, he’s trying his best.  I mean, come on, it’s been like a whole four and a half years since he last killed someone in something other than war-induced self-defense.  That has to count for something, right?

#this gun for hire #fic rambles #words cannot describe how much i love this Tragic Boi #someone's casually like ''hey yeah you've been good for this person i can tell'' #and he just immediately suffers a Does Not Compute error code bless him #in other news i'm trying really hard to not go off on a glorious meta rant/dissertation #about how you can trace a clear line from philip raven to just about every single modern sympathetic fictional assassin #including (yes because i'm still on a bit of a captain america bender) the winter soldier #like the qualities have definitely gotten exaggerated over the years/decades but they're still so visibly THERE in his character #he's the spiritual grandfather of your jason bournes and john wicks and you can fight me if you disagree i will die on this hill