is this what HYPERVENTILATING feels like? she isn’t sure. but she is sure that there are no more bullets left in her clip and the desk she’s hidden behind is absolutely not going to do anything if he finds her. and ODDS ARE, he will find her. when you can’t shoot your way out of something, the next best thing is to try and talk your way out of it.
‘ this why they call you BABA YAGA? ‘
scalding hot barrel presses to the center of her skull. john is in tune with the terror she’s feeling, understanding then he’s got control over another person’s ability to make rational decisions. not that there’s a single choice that gets her out of this alive aside from the options john presents himself. which, by the way, wouldn’t be any calm thing to consider since he’s got no intention on wasting his breath on her just yet.
digit practically massaging the hair trigger, wick keeps her on edge & stays silent. at the question, he aims off to the right & puts a bullet in the head of a man shuffling on the floor. with the barrel even hotter now, he pushes it back against her pale skin.
he could have told her the truth. that this isn’t how he’s earned the nickname. that it’ll all get a whole lot worse before it gets better. for everyone involved, including john wick himself. but it’s clear that he wants something, given that she’s still alive. which means information. best she can do now, he wagers, is start talking until something he likes slips out.
brows furrowing in the middle as features softened, there was a weak smile curling at her lips. yeah, this was the guy who nearly killed her—-nearly finished the job, and here she stood on his doorstep. she had connections, too. hands nestled deep in her coat pockets, anastasia rolled back onto her heels with a shrug of her shoulders.
“look—with all due respect, if i was here to do that, you wouldn’t be awake right now. ”
john doesn’t normally get social visits. not conventional ones, anyways. especially not from a woman whom he’d been given a contract on & he failed to execute it. but he’ll throw the blame on the people that thought it’d been wise to stab him in the back to begin with. standing before her now, though, & seeing her face to face … wick is furious. it’s failure staring back at him, but he’s not angry with the woman herself. no, he’s got his rage directed at the right person.
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My notifications are currently screwed. But five things is a lot let’s just go with john wick’s beard and leave it at that.
Woop woop! Also, shout out to that post i made that’s approaching 4K notes. Jesus. Thanks for all the support, everyone! And I deeply appreciate the compliments I’ve received so far on my portrayal of John. I actually just seen the second film again last night, loved every second of it.
"I’m fighting myself. I know I am. One minute I want to remember. The next minute I want to live in the land of forgetting. One minute I want to feel. The next minute I never want to feel ever again."
❛ any other FRIENDS i don’t know about ? ❜ it was a loose title, easier against common tongue / nine times the length of typical friendships that were built of something more than occupational courtesy and a murderer’s morals. PROFESSIONAL in execution, there was a certain art to harbinger’s work / no different from the established painters, working with hues of red.
soft gesture did away with the concept of thanks / proper gentlemen never held contempt towards a free gesture, and caden cox was the consummate example of this. hand reached forward to capture errant piece of white against sabel lapel, a damning contrast to phantom motif. ❛ if i needed a favour i would just for it … politely. ❜
“ just ONE.”
glancing over towards the marble front desk of the continental, he can spy his pup WATCHING them from afar & awaiting permission to move from where it waits. wick gives a quick cant of his head in gesture, allowing the UNLEASHED pitbull to approach & take his place at john’s side. the babayaga’s stoicism peels away to reveal the barest hints of a smile, tugging at the corner of his lips at the sight of the dog laying there at his feet.
his only true friend in a world that desires from him only one thing.
with that thought as a reminder, he turns his attention back to the conversation at hand. owing anyone is to relinquish your own, true FREEDOM. with a deep & vast understanding of that fact, he operates under the assumption that he’ll end up paying for it all one day. from gifts of ‘kindness’ like this one, up to the people’s killed & the judgement he’ll face when he dies.
“ GIN, wasn’t it? tonic. olives … a lot of them. “
when last they shared a drink, he believed her to be more HUNGRY than anything else.
