@imagincation​ ― kara danvers. (naboo)

if she ever thought that woodshore was bizarre,   then this place,   whatever it was,   was certainly off villanelle’s limits of imagination.   weren’t all of them stuck in that weird town,   last time she checked?   she had to be dreaming.   that was the only explanation.   besides,   she did have a drink or two the other night.   this would explain it,   right?    ❝   oh,   this is bad...  ❞     definitely an understatement.    ❝   what was in that stupid champagne..  ❞     words continued to slip through the blonde’s lips,    in a form of a rhetorical question,    or more like,    a remark to herself.   nothing like this has happened to her before.   ever.   so maybe... just maybe,   it was normal for her to feel a bit... off?!

without even realizing it,   she started fidgeting with herself while gawking at the odd looking people passing the hotel which she just exited.   okay,   people were weird enough,   but seeing some kind of disturbing shaggy,    tall,    non-human looking creatures move among the people made villanelle wonder,    probably for the very first time in her life,    if she was actually going insane.           ❝   are you seeing what i’m seeing?!  ❞     the blonde exclaimed rather quickly,   before she even had a chance to control her now slightly high-pitched tone as soon as she heard another person exit the hotel and now stand besides her.    ❝   did they poison your drink too..? i hope they did,   because i can’t be the only one who’s potentially going mad here.   i’m too young and too beautiful for that.    ❞

dreamcfspring:

max was a cop, once. twice, maybe, if he was being technical. a road warrior in one, a police officer in another. he wasn’t as cooperative in this world as they wanted cops to be, and after being shot on duty he was quickly dismissed, so he fell back on what he knew: engines. max rockatansky could build a working vehicle from scraps. it may not have been the most attractive thing to look at, but it would’ve run, and it would’ve kept him alive in any kind of collision.

restlessness overtook him in woodshore –– he found himself searching the world around him for some kind of sign that this was all a hallucination. a vivid dream while he was still somewhere out in the endless wasteland that was his world. but every morning he woke up and every day he went out and the world was still the same. alive. somewhat sane.somewhat. but having a job kept him grounded. gave him something to do daily, something to focus on that wasn’t the voices, the losses. so it wasn’t uncommon for him to stay late.

being confronted about it, though, that was new. “i didn’t know you were waiting,” he said, keeping his response brief. he knew what it was about before she even said orin rubinstein’s name. he went out at night, always alone. no real friends, no family, no one who could vouch for his character. he was a decent lead –– one that he himself would have followed, were he still on duty. he listened patiently as she spoke, unbothered by her demeanor or the judgmental way she looked at him. he’d seen worse, and if that’s what there was to face in this place, he could take it in stride.

finally, max shrugged. instinctually he almost put his hands in his jacket pockets, but quickly stopped himself. god forbid she think he was going for a weapon. he’d be surprised if she herself wasn’t armed if she really believed he had something to do with a murder. “there’s fish and chips around the corner,” he suggested, nodding up the road. “we’ll talk.” as he set off, leading the way, he glanced sideways at her. she didn’t look like much, but the confidence of her approach told a different story. he wouldn’t underestimate her. “are you a cop?”

max appeared to be a rather quiet and reserved guy,   at least that was the first impression he gave villanelle.   people like that,   loners,   always were higher on the list of people which had things,   secrets,   to hide from others,   and that didn’t really help max’s situation.   not even close.   besides,   villanelle trusted her gut almost in every situation,   so the innocent and “pretty” looks couldn’t possibly affect her judgement.   nor did she expect them to.   it was all about the truth,   after all.

the fact that max was actually willing to talk and went as far as to suggest a place to eat nearby really took the blonde by surprise.   by the looks of it,   she expected him to argue or simply ignore her,   but it wasn’t the case here.   there were a few  reasons he might’ve done it.   one  ―   he considered himself a great lair,   where he didn’t have to worry about facing law.   two   ―   being the way he was,   max probably has already gotten used to being questioned and didn’t care much about the consequences since the answers he would give would be the same.   and finally,   three   ―   he was somehow involved in the crime scene,   maybe even had a criminal record at some point,   and was curious to see how quickly the law would put the pieces together.

❝    oh,   perfect.   shall we?  ❞     she replied almost instantly,   starting to walk to the direction max gestured towards,   too eager to get her hands on something delicious,   and to question the suspect,   of course.   villanelle didn’t rush to justify max and his actions just yet,   though she kept all of them in the back of her head,   just in case.   

the walk was quite short,   indeed,   and just as they were about to reach the place,   max threw an odd question in her direction,   as if he couldn’t exactly pin-point if she was a cop,   or had slightly different occupation in the same field.    ❝    private investigator.   ordinary “cops” are too boring for my taste.   besides.. working the way i do now,   i get to explore all the juicy,   exciting details of various crimes and offenses.   that’s a lot more thrilling,   don’t you think?   ❞      the blonde asked right before opening the front door of the restaurant.

once inside,   villanelle decided to pick a table away from the windows and other people,   since she preferred to keep things like these confidential.   as they should be.    ❝     hi,   can i get that delicious strawberry cheesecake you have displayed on the front counter?   would be great if you baked it now.   i prefer things... fresh.  ❞     villanelle ordered as soon as she caught a glimpse of a passing waitress,   and sat down,   across max,   afterwards.     ❝   sooo max... do you often get off your shift late?  ❞

every villanelle outfit [36/?]

loewe frayed striped wool and cotton-blend blazer + peter pilotto green satin trousers

ofsxccubi:

elliot practically felt the other woman’s aura flare when she took a deep breath, the brunette biting down on her bottom lip. she was so tempted to graze her teeth along Villanelle’s ear, but she resisted for the moment. sure, she’d kissed people in public before - she had no qualms about that. but she got the impression once they broke that dam, things would escalate very quickly. and as much as she wanted the blonde, the sidewalk wasn’t the best place to explore each other.

a chuckle escaped elliot at the blonde’s words, blue eyes rolling playfully. “you’re hanging out in the wrong bars.” she mused. there were a few bars far closer to the resort that elliot had frequented over the past few weeks. easier to stumble back if she let herself get drunk.

she could sense the irritation mixed with the arousal coming off villanelle, elliot’s lips attempting to hide an amused smile at that. interesting to note she had at least mildly more patience than the blonde. perhaps that could be used to her advantage. not that elliot wasn’t eager to get villanelle in private, oh she was. she was hungry to taste the aura that rolled off the other. but she wasn’t as irritated as the other seemed.

“oh, i am.” she assured the other, not letting villanelle drop her hand, instead giving it a squeeze as she fell into a quick step with the other woman. the resort drew closer with every passing moment, the twisting in elliot’s stomach growing as the lights grew brighter. it was her who dragged the other into the elevator, letting villanelle hit the button for her floor, before elliot surged forward, capturing the other’s lips in a heated kiss, hands coming up to cup her cheeks.

after a bit more of walking,     somehow they made it to the resort,     heading straight to the elevator.     where villanelle felt elliot now dragging her into the steel box,     which took blonde slightly by surprise and reminded her that elliot was also craving for control sometimes.     though she didn’t mind it,     as villanelle was already way into the moment to even notice the constant shift of control between the two of them.    

as soon as she stepped inside,     villanelle spun to the right side only to hit the button to her floor only to turn back to elliot,     who,     exactly then and there,     launched forward to basically smack her mouth against hers.     and here villanelle thought she was the impatient one and they haven’t reached her room just yet...

raising an eyebrow to just how intense their first kiss was,     it only took villanelle a single moment to return the kiss and pin elliot against one of the elevator’s walls.     placing a hand on the wall next to elliot’s head for support,     villanelle instantly deepened the kiss,     eager to explore her mouth and feel just how well they’ll be able to handle each other in such unknown situations.     the smooth sound of elevator’s door opening reached them and it forced villanelle to growl against elliot’s lips,     frustrated that she’ll have to pull back for a moment,     cursing whoever decided to give her a damn room on the third floor.

no words needed,     villanelle unwillingly pulled back,     while tugging on elliot’s shirt to pull her out of the elevator.     heading down the hallway,     villanelle followed the numbers displayed at the doors.     7...8...9...10.     and just like that,     she shoved the key into the lock right before twisting it to unlock the door which she pushed forward seconds later and finally dragged elliot into her room,     feeling so much more at ease now that they were there and free to act as they pleased.

handsbloodied:

“malcolm bright.” it was ironic, really, to claim to be an open book and then give her that name. it was his legal name – most pieces of legal documentation would have backed him up, beyond his actual birth certificate. the whitly name had been left behind. his mother had criticized him for it, of course. but he had needed the distance between himself and his father,  needed to put the murders at an arm’s length and remind himself that he was not the man who had raised him in the early years of his life. no matter how many people insisted on pointing out some of the similarities between him and the surgeon, he needed desperately to be his own man. a good man. “and you are?”

whoever she was, it seemed as though she held a comparable talent for being able to read people. there was just an air about her that intrigued him. malcolm wanted to know what it was that drew his attention to her so much more than what most people would have drawn out of him. his gaze remained steady on her. most people might have found the attention unnerving, but thus far, she didn’t seem to.

“i was a consultant for the new york police department,” he answered after a beat had passed. “yes, i do study human behavior. i’m a criminal profiler.” he had been the best of his field at quantico until hos own arrogance had gotten the best of him, refusing to play by the bureau’s rules when he knew he was right (and he was), and having it come back to bite him in the end. “of course, i’m not doing any of that here. not formally, at least. i came to follow an old case that i was involved in.” or more accurately, that his father had likely caused and never been caught for.

the blonde snorted before she could even realize it as the name the man just gave her was quite a unique one.   malcolm bright.   who would call their son that?   his parents probably had great sense of humor,   or a terrible one.   it was unusual and even slightly ironic,   in way.    ❝   malcolm bright...  ❞   villanelle muttered lowly,   mostly to herself,   curious to see just how his name would sound in her voice and accent.   it was this mixture of seriousness,   but with a touch of humor in it,   as well.   great combination overall,   if you asked her.    ❝     did your parents think you’ll be bright one day?   is that the whole secret?   because you don’t look very bright to me,   malcolm.  ❞   right now he looked overly serious and that was boring the shit out of villanelle.   there was nothing bright about it.  

before malcolm had even addressed her for her name,   villanelle was already glancing around the place,   scanning the surroundings if she could possibly spot a waitress nearby.   unfortunately when she wanted something... things just didn’t work out.   it was almost as if the damn universe was testing her to see how much it will take her to break and to cause another scene or worse... and she’d rather not be getting any ideas.   now that they were having this conversation villanelle was getting hungrier by the minute and usually whenever she’d be talking to someone longer than two minutes,   villanelle would just order some food to occupy herself with.   plus,   it tasted amazing.   and right now,   this exact moment she found herself craving for some kind of dessert.   cake ― preferably.   or anything sweet,   really.   

still hearing malcolm touch upon his past occupations,   villanelle continued searching for her prey until her eyes landed on one specific table nearby,   which seemed to be empty... well the woman who was sitting there had left it a couple of moments ago and she just happened to have a plate of,   what looked like,   chocolate cookies.   without a second thought villanelle rose to her feet and swiftly moved towards the empty table to grab the plate and come back to her table,   not really paying any attention to malcolm’s reaction to the act since it didn’t really matter that much.   and she was hungry.    ❝   villanelle.   nice to meet you,   malcolm,   the bright.  ❞     she chirped right before getting that delicious first bite of the cookie she was already loving so much.

now that she had occupied herself in a way,   villanelle had a couple of spare moments to think about what the man just told her about being a criminal profiler,   what a fancy title,   and how he was involved in a case.   that,   right there,   caught her attention real quick.     ❝   a case,   you say?   what kind of case?   anything exciting about it?   any deaths?   unsolved murders?  ❞     oh,   she was all about it now.   she was working on cases herself,   so they were  nothing more than two “colleagues” exchanging useful,   yet juicy information.

martinblackwccd:

“I mean… err, yeah,” he agreed easily. “Solidarity, I suppose?” He was relieved that the stranger wasn’t offended by what he’d said. But it was true! He did not know one single person who had a functional relationship with their father. Himself included, in either universe he’d lived in, apparently. Although his dad in this second life had left when Martin’d been nineteen instead of nine, so that was slightly less asshole-ish.

When she called him out for moving too much, his limbs froze in place rigidly and his heart dropped. “Sorry,” he apologized quickly and instinctively. He could tell from her tone that she was bothered by his movement; it reminded him a bit of Jon’s annoyed reactions to pretty much everything he tried to do at work, whenever he’d been called out for hovering and fretting. Martin wished he could reply that nothing was wrong with him, but that wouldn’t be true, because most people were not as apprehensive as he felt all of the time.  “No, I don’t– uhh– I just get nervous, sorry. Not that you specifically make me nervous, although sort of, anyway, I’ll just go,” he managed to sputter out anxiously, his eyes shifting towards the door though his feet didn’t move lest they draw more undue attention. “Good luck, with the… shepherd’s pie, and the, uhh, everything else?”

based on his behavior,   this guy was a mess.   his restlessness was annoying,   tough she could tolerate it.   for now,   anyways.   either he was completely shitless or in a rush,   perhaps both,   seeing that he did carry food.   takeout.    ❝   no shit.  ❞     quick to reply,   villanelle didn’t even wait for him to finish since his current “situation” was clear as day.   was she really that intimidating?   villanelle had never thought of it before,   nor did she care,   though now... the thought did occur. 

upon hearing him mention the shepherd’s pie once more made villanelle nod somewhat,   as she wasn’t too excited about the thoughts and memories the dish was bringing her.    ❝    they better serve it well as there’s nothing worse than excellent meal ruined by some low-class amateur noobs.   ❞   the mere idea of having been served an awful shepherd’s pie was irritating her even further,   even if none of that happened just yet.    

❝   and you need a lot of loosening-up to do,   if we ever meet again.   so good luck with that,   whatever your name is.   ❞     it was uncommon for villanelle to giving anyone such piece of advice,     but here she was... well,   it didn’t look like anyone was telling him about how uptight he was,   so she took it upon herself to say it.   better later than never,   right?

ofsxccubi:

the mention for villanelle to lead the way was symbolic gesture. while the room number was a mystery, there was only one building for the entire town to reside at. but it had been a small submission, in place of elliot grabbing the blonde and dragging her for the bar. she wondered if it would be the first of many tonight. she’d never been with someone who had energy quite like villanelle, and she was eager to find out just how this night would play out. she was more than used to having fun, but it was rare she found someone who really intrigued her.

another smile plagued her features as she ducked out the doors that the blonde held open for her, letting her hand brush the other’s thigh as she did so. a completely intentional move. the succubus was dying to taste the other woman, the energy that radiated from her. it was almost intoxicating, and she’d barely even touched her yet.

elliot was practically bouncing along beside the other woman, a giddy grin on her face. though, she was starting to curse the resort for being so far away. she almost snorted at the compliment, blue eyes sparkling even in the darkness. a hand came up, brushing messy locks over one shoulder. “you do know how to flatter a girl.” she teased, brushing up against villanelle in a completely not accidental manner.

her nose crinkled quickly in a cute expression of playfulness, though a smirk still played on her lips. “girl, i am going to blow your mind.” she husked, her hand running down the blonde’s arm, grabbing at her hand. did a small trickle of elliot’s power slip though her fingers, onto villanelle’s skin? perhaps. though it would have felt like nothing more than warm tingle, and a small touch of arousal.

a minute barely passed since they left the bar and she was already regretting not taking a taxi.   it wasn’t about her not liking walks.   not at all.   actually, she preferred them over driving,   just not in this case.   and not with a woman like elliot by her side.   her presence alone made villanelle feel somewhat different... or more like their presence,   combined,   created this very strong and intoxicating atmosphere,   tension around them?   she was more than aware of how she’s used to be feeling around her partners and yet... this time everything was twice as heightened.

not only that,   but having elliot brush against her every single chance she got didn’t help the situation.   the foreplay has always been part of the whole game,     and villanelle did participate in it in her own way.    more often than not she was the one to carry the whole thing out... yet here elliot was more than willing to turn the tables��and take initiative.   it was quite attractive.... the confidence and all the rest of the perks that came with it, though at the same time elliot posed a threat to villanelle.   it almost felt like... she has found an equal and that wasn’t the most exciting idea.   at least not now.  

she was in control,   always.   no matter what.   and even if someone or something tried taking it away from her,   villanelle always managed to find a way to get it back.   so after she finally felt elliot reach out just enough for their hands to actually touch,   villanelle slowed down and almost immediately lowered her head enough to take notice of the small gesture.   the only word that she knew would perfectly describe the connection was... electricity.

villanelle has never had such heightened connection,   or more like reaction to another person’s touch.   she was always the one with the wild energy and it was very obvious.   however, now that she staring down at their hands,   villanelle found herself wondering.. if it was possible for them to have similar energy or something of that kind...?

as much as she seeked to figure the other woman out,   there was something else that was starting to take charge.   again,   not being in control was uncommon for villanelle and now she was almost feeling like.. she was losing it.   losing control.   not only of herself but the entire moment.   

curious to test the waters,   villanelle brushed her own hand against elliot’s,   slowly locking their fingers in a firm grip,   itching to know what it was like to feel this part of her.   there was no point in even denying it.   the need was there... and it was strong.   stronger than usual,   which interested villanelle.   

the resort was probably five or so minutes away,   but villanelle had already forgotten the desperate need to reach the location.   instead,   she found herself staring intensively at the other woman,   her expression mostly empty,   except the clear lust in her eyes.   was it really necessary for them to head back?   what if they just... did it there? and just like that for the shortest of time villanelle failed to realize how much of control she was losing to this stranger she didn’t know much about.

with a quick tug on elliot’s hand,   villanelle brought her closer to where she was standing only to lean in to the point where villanelle’s nose ever so slightly brushed against the side of elliot’s neck,    only to inhale and become familiar with her scent... which was completely unique and strong on it’s own.   what a massive turn on.   as if she herself wasn’t one hell of a turn on already...

ofsxccubi:

elliot had never heard her name wrapped around such a accent before, and she certainly got a kick out of it, grin spreading on her lips when the blonde repeated it. a chuckle escaped when the other said they’d see if it was worth remembering. did elliot take that as a challenge? most definitely. how could she not?

“villanelle, huh?” elliot mused, intrigued. “not an easy name to forget.” and she probably wouldn’t. sure, she’d forgotten a few names of people she shared a night with, after the fact of course. but that was when she could run away, to pick up and leave town. that wasn’t an option here. that fact did give elliot some apprehension; she’d never been stuck before. perhaps it should have been an indicator to change her ways but… the succubus had needs to take care of. and she’d never denied that hunger inside of her before.

elliot found herself drawn in when the blonde murmured the low question at her, echoing the other’s movement, shivering when her name rolled off villanelle’s lips. “i’m more than ready.” she replied, wolfish grin playing on her lips. had she wondered if the back of forth would be just that? maybe a little, so she was amused when the other proposed getting out of there. elliot downed the rest of her drink, returning the glass to the bar before slipping out of her seat, a gesture at the blonde. “please, lead the way.” eyes sparkled with something akin to glee, lips still engulfed with a smirk.

she was more than interested to see if the brunette would accept her offer,   and she didn’t have to wait long.   it only took a mere second or two.   it was settled.     villanelle was pleased she didn’t have to put extra effort into getting someone else’s attention,   though she could’ve ― if needed.   instead of doing so,   villanelle was already shoving the bar’s front door open,   holding it for a couple of moments right until elliot slipped through them.  

even though elliot requested the blonde to lead the way,   at the end of the day they were both heading to the same location.    most newcomers were living at the resort,   so it only made sense for elliot to be staying there as well.   the place itself was enormous,   so that’s probably why she hasn’t noticed the brunette before.   and now that she had already seen her... villanelle found it difficult to keep her eyes off the other.

villanelle is terrible at small talk.   if anything... there is no such thing as small talk for her, nor does the term occupy a spot in her vocabulary list.   she has heard of it,   sure,   but whenever she’s thrown into situations like these ― where you have to come up with stupid random questions only to pass the time ― suddenly the blonde feels slightly lost?   she’s aware that most of the times this period of time is uncomfortable for most,   so she could only wonder if it made elliot uncomfortable or uneasy as well.

❝     you have amazing hair.    ❞     was the comment out of the blue?   probably.     though that never stopped her before.   she saw what she liked and she made it known.   as simple as that.   and now that villanelle was stealing a couple of glances at the brunette,   she couldn’t help but start to analyze her behavior,   look for any intriguing details in her appearance she might’ve missed,   and well... appreciate the entire package ― as she would call it. 

You’re doing great, sweetie! *applause*

ofsxccubi:

elliot liked the blonde woman already. sure, sweet and adorable had its place, and elliot definitely enjoyed that on occasion. but bold was far more her style. she was pretty blunt herself, honestly. still, she liked the dance, the back and forth play that came so easily to her. and it was far more fun when the other was playing along. though, the blonde might actually be outdoing her this time. something elliot found herself totally okay with. it was almost refreshing for someone else to take the lead for a while.

fingers wrapped around the glass that was presented to her, a nod at the bartender as thanks, elliot bringing it to her lips for a sip, humming at hearing the other’s reasoning. did she care if the blonde remembered her name after tonight? not really. elliot herself had definitely shared nights with people who’s names now escaped her. of course, she wasn’t exactly proud of that. it was a bit trashy, and she knew it. but the succubus inside of her didn’t really care. besides, it’s not like she was promising anyone anything past the one night they shared. deceitful was not something that elliot was.

a shrug fell from the brunette’s shoulders, curls rippling as she moved. “that’s up to you.” she mused, eyes sparkling. “i’ve had a few people come back begging for more.” and elliot wasn’t against that either. though…the succubus inside of her couldn’t be sustained on one human alone. but when she found someone she clicked with, she wasn’t opposed to spending more than just one time together.

“but, i do like to hear my name screamed from a woman’s lips.” she smirked, tongue running across her teeth. was she teasing? not at all. “and that’s not meaningless to me.”

uhhh... good move.     confidence was basically flowing through her.     villanelle liked it.     well,     most of the times.     one thing was person only showing off,     pretending    ―     which she was really great at,     and another... for them to actually live up to their words.    the blonde felt herself slowly giving in.     though not completely.     that was a no-no for her.     she was the one in control.     always.     and this won’t be an exception.        ❝     i’m not the one who does the screaming...      ❞         a pause.     she did quite often.     giving people time to consider her words,     since she meant them.     well... this time she did.    ❝     but who knows.   ❞

usually it were the women villanelle hooked up with that did the screaming part.     but for some reason... the brunette over there didn’t exactly seem like the type.     interesting.     she was always up for a challenge,     and if it was as beautiful as this woman was... there was no point in debating.    ❝     what is it...?     your name.    ❞     now she was intrigued.     besides... if that’s what gets her off... she’ll gladly use it.     sometimes she was interested what made the other tick in bed,     well,     besides her.     and this time she could use a couple more hints to figure out what the brunette liked.

martinblackwccd:

Martin dithered about whether or not to correct the woman– after all, it wasn’t really his family that he was missing. Though for what it was worth, Tim and Sasha, at least, were actually more like siblings than co-workers, both of them like older siblings, one responsible and one of them… not so much. They cared about each other like a family should, anyway, and that was worth something. Everything, maybe. But he’d waited too long, and by the time he’d decided whether or not to open his mouth, she was already talking about her own family. And from what it sounded like, they were… not great. “I think, ummm, maybe all fathers are assholes? It might be a genuine rule, actually,” he ended up replying, after she finished. Then he briefly panicked: would it sound like he was being too flippant, or making a joke? He hadn’t been– it was the honest truth– but he didn’t want her to think he was making light of her situation. He added, with genuine empathy in his voice, “I’m really sorry, that you had to go through that.” That said– how on earth had he ended up talking to this stranger about her family, when he’d only stopped to tell her where she could get a certain kind of food? Martin shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, not really sure what else to say but not really wanting to leave when this person was clearly still so upset about… a lot of things, from the sound of it.

she didn’t talk about her family.   like ever.   she’s used to being private with peronal matters like this.   then again,   you could never be too careful.   not in the world she used to be a part of.   it was differen’t now,   though she felt pretty much the same.   almost?   guess it is true what they say.   old habbits die hard.          ❝     mhmm... perhaps you’re right.     but so was yours.    ❞        she just had to say it    ―     point out for him,     since he basically just admitted that all fathers are assholes.     it brought that slightly mischevious grin over her lips.     it was barely visible,     at least for now,     but she was amused by his remark.     she certainly didn’t expect to hear such words escape the mouth of a man like him.

❝     what’s wrong with you?     do you need to go to the toilet,     or something?    ❞        he was moving all the damn time,     almost as if...     he was restless,     or something.     it was very distracting for villanelle.     and kind of annoying,     too.

ofsxccubi:

“well well, aren’t you kind.” she purred, a nod of thank you to the bartender who slipped another glass in front of her. “i guess i owe you one.” elliot chuckled as she raised the glass to her lips, pointlessly hiding a smile behind it, before taking a sip. her promises were mostly empty. she kept them only when she felt like it. usually she could get what she wanted without giving much in return, a smile, perhaps a small brush of fingertip and a thread of persuasive succubus magic. but perhaps she’d keep this one. the blonde sitting beside her looked like someone worth fulfilling a favor for.

a chuckle when she watched the blonde’s eyes rake over her, up and down, hoping she enjoyed what she saw. blatant over self-confidence meant that elliot wasn’t worried, small dimples forming in her cheeks with her smile. she scoffed at the very, very forward question. “bold.” amusement hung on every letter of the word, elliot taking another moment, another sip of her drink, letting the question hang between them. “it would be rude to say no. after you’ve been so polite.” that was a lie, elliot did what elliot wanted, and she was more than willing to say yes. the blonde was gorgeous, there was no dying that. and the succubus was hungry. “now tell, do you often invite girls back to your place without knowing their names?”

villanelle smirked proudly,     as if the other just described her character  perfectly with one single word.     she was bold.     and if anyone couldn’t tolerate that,     it was their problem.     not hers.     for all she knew,     the brunette was more than amused by her behavior and it pleased villanelle,     of course.     this...back and forth flirting thing was more like dancing for her.     and she just happened to know this dance in particular far too well.     though for some reason she failed to remember exact moments like these... weird. 

❝     very rude,     yes.    ❞     thankfully the woman had some common sense.     one of the things that villanelle simply could not tolerate was rudeness.     and there was no way around it.     fortunately,     in this case,     they didn’t have to go through all the tough,     nasty process,     for which villanelle was grateful.     it could be any evening,     but not this one.      she deserved a damn break too.

not long after her third shot arrived and she eagerly lifted it up from the counter,     hearing the brunette’s voice in the background.     did she often do things like that?     it was diffcult to say,     really,     but... she knew she had.     plenty of times.     so it had to be it,     then?    ❝     mhmm.. usually.     names are meaningless for things like these.     besides... i tend to forget them soon after.      unless.. there’s more.    ❞     yeah.     there was no such thing as “more” for villanelle.     at least not after eve.     usually it was just a one time thing with random women she’d meet at bars or other places.     it never... went beyond that.     maybe she wasn’t putting enough effort?     or maybe they were not interesting enough for her.     either way... it felt basically impossible to develop some kind of serious bonds with people... so now she pretty much didn’t even bother finding out whether or not this time it could actually work?

❝     there’s been... a few exceptions,     actually.     so now.. you tell me.     should you be one of them?     should i remember yours?  ❞      the question was mostly rethorical,     yet villanelle still asked her.     there was just something about her... that she couldn’t exactly figure out just yet,     and that was intriguing enough for her to keep up this delicious dance between the two of them.

handsbloodied:

malcolm was well aware of the effect that he tended to have on most people – young or old, man, woman, or anything else. his stare and line of speech could be intense. it made a lot of people uncomfortable. there was a reason that he had always struggled to maintain any kind of companionship with other people and had failed more often than not. he had gotten quite good at being alone, after all. there were little joys to be found in owning a parakeet, and he was a creature of routine when it came to mornings and nights. it was filling the time in between that could, occasionally, become a little more complicated.

still, the presence of the other did not seem like the type who would have been easily intimidated by himself, but certainly capable of picking up on what he typically put off.

his brows crease slightly as she offered a semblance of the explanation for her prior words and what otherwise must have been going on in her head to lead to the little outburst that had drawn his initial attention. “people don’t adapt well to change,” he offered up after a few moments of thought. “that could have as much to do with her as what she thinks of you. but i suppose really, it has more to do with what kind of trouble you were in.” malcolm wanted to know, of course. but he wouldn’t be blatant enough to ask. not yet, at least. it still lingered on the edge of his lips, waiting for the right moment. he was sure that it would come sooner or later.

but his eyebrows relax enough to raise when the questions are turned around on him. he was surprised, but he shouldn’t be, he quickly realized. an easy chuckle flowed through his lips and he gave a shake of his head. “oh, me? i’m an open book.” it was a mostly truthful statement, although it slightly veered from the exact question that she had asked.

it was amusing... how the man sitting across from her acted completely professional,     almost as if... he knew the details of the story she only described to him in a couple of sentences.     he knew way too much already.     villanelle found it odd and rather suspicious.     though when she actually took a moment to think about his previous remarks... it all added up to the main plot of the game.     the entire operation was nothing more than one big planned out game.     she knew exactly what to do;     which buttons to press;     which lies to tell;     who to persuade and yet... it still didn’t work out the way she was hoping to. 

what was even more bizarre was the fact that villanelle has never been to italy.     it’s always been about the pretty pictures... minutes long videos on social media about how people,     celebrities were travelling the world,     but... she never actually been there,     so... how come she had those vivid pieces of roman ruins drilled into her memory?!     surely, someone in woodshore will have to explain it to her... because it did not make sense.     nothing of that did.     and it did freak her out a bit.

deep in thought once more,     villanelle was brought back to the current moment by the calming tone of the man before her.     right. once she took a proper look at him,     the blonde couldn’t resist a grin that began spreading across her face.     it was a knowing one.    ❝     i don’t think i caught your name,     mister ‘i’m an open book.’      ❞     they have been talking for a little while now and it only then occurred to her that she didn’t even know his name yet.

he seemed... cautious.     maybe a bit too cautious,     she would say.     and kind of quiet too.     only spoke when he needed to.     at the same time she felt... weirdly around him so far.     the feeling was almost close to... reassurance,     perhaps?     another sign she shouldn’t let her guard down.     not like she did around strangers,     anyways.    ❝     so.. what is it,     that you do,     exactly?     something to do with investigations?     analyzing human behavior,     perhaps?     i’m curious.    ❞

#i’m thinking

ofpurgatcry:

The list was snatched from her hand so quickly, Nicole nearly suffered third degree paper cuts, lips pursing into a tight line, thanked with only a quick grin that looked sickly sweet and completely deceptive. There was something about the blonde that Nicole didn’t quite trust, though she couldn’t put her finger on it. She was going to be wary around Villanelle, that was certain.

“Yeah,” Nicole sighed. “There’s a lot of people missing loved ones. A lot of people were promised that they would be here, and they aren’t. Not yet anyway.” Others had assumed that loved ones would receive the same letter they did, and that they’d end up together. That wasn’t turning out to be the truth in many cases. At least not as far as Nicole had discovered. “It’s less people who have disappeared, more people who haven’t shown up to begin with.” Which is why the police couldn’t look into all of them. How were they supposed to search for people they weren’t even sure existed? No, the list was more of a contact sheet. There were more people arriving every day, and when they did, the list at least gave them a place to start, so police could contact anyone in town who knew them.

Brows raised when Villanelle seemed offended that Nicole would insinuate such a thing, but the women herself had said she was expensive. Nicole would definitely been checking on her to make sure she stuck by her word, and didn’t rob people of their money.

When the question was posed as to the last time Nicole took a break, it gave the redhead pause. Honestly, she didn’t even know. As if the list alone wasn’t enough to run her off her feet, the murders in town had everyone on edge. So — a while. She didn’t admit that though, choosing not to answer for the moment. Was it really important? A hum left the redhead as she reached over to her desk, grabbing one of her cards. “Try to only call me if it’s relevant.” Why did Nicole get the impression Villanelle was the type to call people at three am with random thoughts?

still intensively staring at the list,     villanelle’s head jerked up upon hearing the officer’s comment about those missing people.     they weren’t exactly missing,     when they haven’t even showed up to begin with.     shit. that was exactly why all of this was soo odd to her.     how come she hadn’t figured it out sooner?!    ❝     i think you just solved half of the puzzle.     good job, officer hottie!    ❞    they were finally getting somewhere,     or so it felt.     at the same time,     there was a lot to be done,     and the longer they stick around not doing anything,     the worse this situation would get.

❝     oh, of course, boss! i can be professional too,     you know?    ❞     it was true.     she was capable of that,     among many other things.     when she wanted to,     that is.    ❝     why do i have a feeling... this will be pain in the arse?    ❞     the blonde muttered,     more to herself than the redhead standing few feet away from her.     the list was quite long,     and she was already pretty hungry.     oh well.     she couldn’t work with an empty stomach,      could she?    ❝     what do you think i shouild have for lunch?     it’s been a while since i had a burger... yep,     definitely been too long.    ❞     at this point she was self-reflecting,     and there was no shame in that.     nor did she care if anyone was listening.    ❝     thanks for the list,     boss.     smell ‘ya later?    ❞     lifting up her hand a bit to wave with the paper she just received,     villanelle shot the redhead her classic cheeky smile and basically flowed through and out of officer’s office.

ofsxccubi:

“even worse.” she hummed, nose turning up. some ex’s were ex’s for a reason. people you hoped you’d never bump into again. then there was the ex’s that you stalked on facebook, just to see what they were up to. maybe you laughed, maybe you longed. then there were ex’s that still hurt, that still stung. and finally, the one’s you’d probably get back with if you ran across them again. even if only for a night or two. being haunted by any except the last would suck balls, she supposed.

“long enough?” another unhelpful answer, and elliot realized she was doing it, tongue coming out to dampen her lips before she fixed that. “a few weeks.” when the blonde mentioned that she didn’t think she’d seen her around, the corners of her lips twitched up, a glint touching her eye. “oh, i think you’d remember if you had.” her cheekiness was rising to the surface. “they promised a bunch of beautiful people — and they didn’t disappoint.”

a pause filled with unusual silence settled between them,     if only for a couple of seconds,     but it was enough to know that she gave the other something to ponder about.     however,     as soon as she replied villanelle couldn’t resist stealing another glance at the brunette.     a few weeks,     hm?     it was odd,     that she hasn’t seen her before,     if    ―     in fact    ―     she was in woodshore this long.     for villanelle even a day in the town felt like a damn year.     maybe it was just her,     knowing how bored she could easily become.     

she reached for her second shot,     when the brunette’s following remark reached her,     catching her attention almost immediately.     the way she said it,     behaved... the pattern was way too familiar to her.    ❝     bring her another one,     whatever she’s having.    ❞     with an easy snap of her fingers,     villanelle caught the bartender’s eye and didn’t hesitate to order a woman another drink,     since she was behaving so nicely.    ❝     put it on my tab.    ❞    

now,     since that bit was out of the way,     the blonde tilted her head enough to meet the other’s gaze,     taking her time to eye her up and down,     her own gaze freezing for a few moments on the brunette’s hair.     it wasn’t perfect,     though it was very nice... actually,     this one was closest to her taste and she hasn’t seen anyone like that here just yet.     and just like that her mind was made up.    ❝    want to come back to mine... after?     ❞     eyes still on the brunette for the next couple of moments before she finally downed her second shot,     giving the other time to respond.     the question was very straightfoward.     everything was like that with her,     or,     almost everything.   

martinblackwccd:

“That’s the place,” Martin confirmed, slightly taken aback but glad his suggestion seemed to be useful. He’d never seen someone so seemingly enthusiastic about one specific dish. What if it wasn’t up to her standards? He hastily went on to add, “I mean, I’m not a shepherd’s pie connoisseur, or anything, but I thought it was quite good…” And the Golden Lion had been a cheerful place to eat it, too. Home-y, somehow, even though it was definitely an American version of the pub experience. Not that he spent much time in pubs back home, but the atmosphere was familiar enough.

From the focused look on her face, he’d been sure that the woman was still fixating on the shepherd’s pie, so her next question came out of left field. Did he miss someone too? “Yes, I– I do,” Martin stuttered out. How had she guessed? Maybe it was a common enough occurrence here, to be missing someone you… cared about. He thought back to her earlier words, the way she’d talked about her grief. “But I’m not grieving him, or anything. I’m hoping that he’s… fine, even if he’s not here.” He pictures Jon, hunched over his tape recorder, and his murmuring voice that was a comfort even when it was cruel. Surely he’s alright, and safe. Not to mention Tim and Sasha as well. “Well, I’m hoping that they’re fine, all three of them– I’m missing three people, really.” He awkwardly shifts his takeout cartons in his arms. “Whoever you’re thinking about, they might be fine as well, you know?”

the necessity for shepherd’s pie faded as soon as the man before her started talking about his loved ones.     so there were multiple people he was missing...     ❝     your family    ―     you mean?    ❞     with a tiny nod,     villanelle didn’t even bother guessing.     she simply assumed things without caring much whether it was actually true or not.     ❝     mine... was never actually there.     ❞      the more she thought about her actual familly,     the more... doubts she was getting.     her life     ―     this life,     wasn’t a tragic one.     not really,     though for some reason she felt like it was.     ❝     they were pathetic.     especially my asshole father.     he was more times shitfaced than he was sober.     it’s a miracle he lasted this long.    ❞      a bitter chuckle escaped her lips.     it was more like a damn mystery,     but it never really bothered her enough.     not like this,     anyways. so... what’s changed?