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Veronica Coskioy. 27 years old.Former assassin, EEI'r and Hydra.Occultist and Valkyrie by blood.Member of HOGD and CEO of Golden Dawn Inc.
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Julian smirked at her. Everything they told him about her was true. She was gorgeous, smart and she would not hold back on the cocky arguments even if somebody wanted her to. She was putting her most priced possession in his hands to show him she wasn’t afraid of him. Rightfully so… people had warned him about her being lethal, toxic, a manipulative bitch. That is, if you would fall for those tricks. At the same time she was probably the most direct person he ever knew. This weird balance. “That’s why nobody found it, because you have been wearing it around your neck all this time.” He tugged at the opening, closing it once it was around her neck, sinking deeper down her body and coming to halt just cms above her breasts. “There are people looking for this Veronica.”
A shiver went down her spine; nobody had called her Veronica in years. Not when she abandoned that name and went on a killing spree. But she was changing now. Yes still toxic, still dangerous and very capable to throw knives or blow bullets, yet she was aiming to get her revenge in different ways now. “It’s Pepper.” She protested as she took a step back, turning her body so that she could see him from the corner of her eyes. “And nobody has noticed it before, because when we are having conversation our eyes should be up here.” Her voice sounds snappy, pointing at her own hues before walking away from him. This conversation is over, for her at least. She has long ago lost her patience. “See yourself out.”
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Julian smirked at her. Everything they told him about her was true. She was gorgeous, smart and she would not hold back on the cocky arguments even if somebody wanted her to. She was putting her most priced possession in his hands to show him she wasn’t afraid of him. Rightfully so… people had warned him about her being lethal, toxic, a manipulative bitch. That is, if you would fall for those tricks. At the same time she was probably the most direct person he ever knew. This weird balance. “That’s why nobody found it, because you have been wearing it around your neck all this time.” He tugged at the opening, closing it once it was around her neck, sinking deeper down her body and coming to halt just cms above her breasts. “There are people looking for this Veronica.”
A shiver went down her spine; nobody had called her Veronica in years. Not when she abandoned that name and went on a killing spree. But she was changing now. Yes still toxic, still dangerous and very capable to throw knives or blow bullets, yet she was aiming to get her revenge in different ways now. “It’s Pepper.” She protested as she took a step back, turning her body so that she could see him from the corner of her eyes. “And nobody has noticed it before, because when we are having conversation our eyes should be up here.” motioning towards her eyes. “Why are you so interested in it?”
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“I don’t know...” she breathed, or at least she was trying to. “The bullets in your closet and my knife to your throat?” she swallowed, it must’ve been the most horrible thing she said in this situation. But it was their situation, it was what life had come to in all of the years that they knew each other. If they were a ship at all, they were the complicated kind that writers messed up all the time. She had desires towards him from the very beginning... it would never change. “But what does it matter if I really do want to change my ways for you?” it slipped out of her without hesitation, no slurring, brutal honesty. It was then that she stared away from him, if she would glance back in those eyes for one more moment she would be the one slipping out on the floor. “I am really happy you are here Brandon...even if it’s just for a while.” she smiled at him, warmer than she ever did, before she leaned in to press a kiss to his lips.
A quick turn of events, he realized when he felt her hands leaning on his chest. He wasn’t expecting this at all, nor did he know how to properly respond to her questions after repeating the words over and over in his head. He took one hand of hers to check for himself whether it was real, and also, subtly, to check how clean her hands were. It was a Marc by Marc Jacobs flannel button-down shirt, after all. “I know you do. You utterly do hate me, and I love experiencing that… to be frank.” He spoke with a softer voice, since they were standing much closer to each other.
Say what now. Brandon remained calm enough to stand still and not slip off her kitchen floor. It was one thing to catch the blonde Coskioy blushing, but it was far out of this world to actually hear these words coming from her and only her. These real talks didn’t happen very often—they were two too complicated and quite messed-up people to be serious around each other, but when that time came, like right now, those serious moments would equal a scene from a decent HBO drama TV show. “What is holding us back, then?”
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“Sure...” she stalked further away from him. Bread Street Kitchen wasn’t even near, after being at a Ramsay’s restaurant three times this week. She felt it was time to change venue. “If by Idiot you mean Charles, than no... this is a private affair. Not a date though.” She nodded at him, opening the door towards the restaurant. “Get your wallet out bitch. Spend some of daddy’s cash.” She let the door slip from his fingers, ready for it to hit him in the face.
“I don’t fuck girls under the age of 18. Unless it’s going to be their birthday.” he follows her around like a lost puppy, back to skip her car, and apparently having to walk 5 more blocks before he realizes what they are in for. “If they are overly priced you are paying… we are not going to bread street are we? That idiot is not joining us hmm…”
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Julian struggled to adjust his vision and instead answered by closing his eyes, giving her a small smile of defeat. But those who really knew Julian, also knew he would never give up on the things he wanted. The question was, what did he want to achieve by his visit? Once his eyes adjusted to the light he opened them to stare at the pet-fox circling around his legs. One key element he totally missed when he did his research. “That’s a peculiar dog…” He remembered her having a labrador, or was it a dalmatian? Nonetheless, he was growing less sure of himself.
He arched a brow, his vision settled as his eyes adjusted to the light and his hand aimed for the amulet, fingers sliding past it, inches above it, as if he was trying to compensate for not being able to touch it. “Is it truly stealing when it has already been stolen?” He knew for a fact that the English government had been looking for it even before the war.
“Vesper doesn’t like it when strangers come nosing around… now don’t you darling?” She called her fox back, bowing down to pet its head before sending the animal off into the other room. All the places she had lived in the past, had gone to or just spend time with people. He had found exactly what he was looking for. Nobody was supposed to know she still came back tot his place. Only Damon knew this, Damon would always be able to find her. “I inherited it from my grandmother.” She bit at him, stepping forward and taking the necklace in her hands. “It’s been in my family for years… nobody misses it because it’s ours. Yes, Julian, it is stealing when you do not intend to give it back. ” she arched an eyebrow as she placed the necklace in his hands, turning her back towards him as she pushed her hair up to grant her neck to him. “Come on, be the gentlemen everybody makes you out to be.”
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“Details... spare me Bastianich.” she opted with a flick of the wrist, lifting her new Ted Baker from the table top. “And stop with the ridiculous accusations. I already know you are full of them and I don’t want to hear it anymore. Don’t you have some young girls to bribe?” Pocketing her phone as she went for the entrance. “Come on, let’s have lunch.. I am in dire need of overly priced avocado slices.”
“Oh please Lucius, shut your mouth. You make yourself sound like a racist.” she shrugged, walking away from him without excusing herself. She wasn’t a great person… but she was a feminist. She hated when guys got to hot around her without the understanding that woman simply weren’t looking for a roll in the hay. Or at least not with the blink of an eye. “You need to listen to me… my sister does as she pleases. There is not a thing I can do about it. But you see how it went with Ferro, so you better be polite… honest and careful. Or she’ll probably cut of your balls.”
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It had been a mistake that night, to wear the amulet and showcase it as if it was nothing, as if art-buyers didn’t pay attention to the things around woman’s necks. Perhaps not close enough attention though, because upon till now no one had tried to steal it. “Who is it Vesper?” Veronica whispered as she entered her apartment, not leaving it to her pet fox to sniff this one out.
The room flooded with light, an overhead chandelier burning his eyes as she entered the parlor. Julian Stirling. Was she surprised? Maybe a little.. but the man knew what he liked. “Well thank you.” she breathed, letting the words sink in for a moment before she strutted further towards the table, joining him on either side. “Did you come here to steal from me?”
Veronica Coskioy had been an enigma from the start. Intelligent, outspoken, assertive and alluring. That the two of them had been attracted to each other when they first met, wasn’t a surprise. Veronica was known to fall for the bad-guys. He didn’t exactly fit her description of that (there had been plenty of dates that went behind bars) but she could handle each and everyone of them, perhaps he even wanted to be handled by her.
To be in her personal space like this, near her most priced possessions, even the smell evoked fondness. Julian stepped into the parlor, the object of his quest lay innocently on the glass table: a small amulet, lost and forgotten, yet kept by her family for years without end. She even wore it and nobody but him had noticed until now. “Beautiful.”
It was almost to easy.
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She nodded, a weak smile setting on her lips, biting down on them timidly as she momentarily averted her gaze to find comfort in her surroundings. They could tease each other all they wanted but at times the young Stark made her nervous and most of those times she ran, not quiet literally, but she did create a decent amount of space between the two. “What are we doing?” she sighed, plucking at his blouse with shaky hands. “What is this?” she raised an eyebrow, her hands finding their spot on his chest.
“You need to tell me because you are one of those people I cannot read. And quiet frankly I hate that...” a soft laugh escaping her. Her palms slipped back down his chest, away from the warmth and the solace he granted her without him actually knowing it. “You kind of make my blood boil at times... and yet here I am still considering to jump your bones.” she pressed her lips into a firm line once the words spilled out, a blush spreading across her porcelain skin. “I mean... well..” she shrugged, glancing him over. “I am sure you know what I mean.”
It took him long enough (literally, though) to not just reject the idea of eventually becoming romantically involved with her. Of course he’d already been thinking about it since day one, when they’d first met, but having met her on that day, the possibility was quite slim and nonexistant, so he dropped the expectations almost for good. But now, years later, things did have changed. “You’re a sinner, definitely. That’s what people, if they are aware of that, like about you. Those people include me, I suppose.” He admitted and finished up washing the vegetables, and letting them dry in the basket.
“You know I can’t help doing that around you. As much as it’s exhausting for you to bear with it, it’s also exhausting as much for me.” He said with a chuckle as he took the beer gently from her hand and sipped from it. “You must explain to me why you’re drving me so mad, miss Coskioy. That’s also done on purpose, uncalled for and obviously unnecessary to mankind.”
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you're (still) amazing (after all these years), kbye
After all this time? *snape voice*, ily2!
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“Oh please Lucius, shut your mouth. You make yourself sound like a racist.” she shrugged, walking away from him without excusing herself. She wasn’t a great person... but she was a feminist. She hated when guys got to hot around her without the understanding that woman simply weren’t looking for a roll in the hay. Or at least not with the blink of an eye. “You need to listen to me... my sister does as she pleases. There is not a thing I can do about it. But you see how it went with Ferro, so you better be polite... honest and careful. Or she’ll probably cut of your balls.”
“Of course not, I never even touched you. Won’t say that I’d mind.” taking a quick step back from her, the woman always so stressed. “Your sister called me… I am not even sure if it’s a date yet. You think I should wear a tie?” she could pretend all she wanted. Lucius wasn’t a great guy, he was obnoxious and never cared what happened to the rest of the world. He wasn’t a great friend. But she wasn’t a nice person either. Ferro had his faults, even Christian who seemed so warm and welcome all the time. It annoyed him to bits that they all turned to him when everything went to shits. “Go ahead, call me the black sheep… buy you aren’t as white as you try to appear.”
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What if I told you all the stupidity in the world started and ended with you?
R. Raine (via bnwfrenchquotes)
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“Memento” Starter Meme
“Don’t listen to his lies.”
“He is the one.”
“Kill him.”
“You don’t have a clue, you freak.”
“[Name], you don’t have a clue what’s going on. You don’t even know my name.”
“That’s who you were, you don’t know who you are.”
“I guess I’ve told you about my condition.”
“You’re in a playful mood.”
“Roll your window up, will ya?”
“So where are we going, Sherlock?”
“What’s the last thing you remember?”
“What makes you think he’s my friend?”
“Must be tough living life according to a few scraps of paper. Mix up your laundry list and your grocery list, you’ll be eating your underwear.”
“It is tough. Almost impossible. I’m sorry I can’t remember you. It’s not personal.”
“But even if you get your revenge, you won’t remember it. You won’t even know it’s happened.”
“My job taught me that the best way to find out what someone knew was to let them talk.”
“It’s complicated. You might catch a sign but attach the wrong meaning to it.”
“If someone touches their nose while they’re talking, experts will tell you it means they’re lying. It really means they’re nervous, and people get nervous for all sorts of reasons. It’s all about context.”
“Unfinished business. What made you think I wasn’t coming back?”
“I’m helping you because you helped me.”
“So will you remember me next time you see me?”
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“No…” the blonde mused as she dropped the knife on the desk, staring blankly at the death body on the floor before finding his gaze again, pointing her gun at him, as if at the least provocation she would empty it, directed at his pretty face. “Despite how this looks, I’ve got nothing to do with it. I didn’t kill her…” of course she had, she knew he had watched her, but by now, after years of killing, Veronica knew how to get away with it too. She wasn’t going to give him a chance. “..come to think of it, I suppose it must’ve been you who pulled the trigger.” she shook her head back and forth, her sly smile fading as she opted for trembling lips instead. “He just came at her out of nowhere officer… everything happened so quickly.“
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