Sorry I’ve not been around much, people. I’ve not had much of a presence here yet, but I will soon! I’m getting a commission done for some things, and I’ve been playing Breath of the Wild. A lot. Like, a whole lot. Like, sneaking into the computer room to play for five minutes kind of lot. I’ve got a problem.
And Chipotle. But chipotle definitely isn’t the problem.
Anyways, I’ll be doing a few replies tonight and some of those starters I owe. So if you’re a thing that wants to do a thing, then like the thing and we’ll do some stuff.
she considered his question with the proper amount of mindfulness / studying his expression, as if answer would be written on his face. in truth, he was successful in both ventures she had witnessed. the BABA YAGA, where she be named after serpent, and the man who had believed himself to be worthy of grander venture. caden had not thought him to be simple / simply tragic. the bounty on his life was large, the expectation was for her to collect instead she provided him with what he had been severed from. she cared little for consequence. she was not a woman to waste time on forced prescription.
❛ they did what they thought was right, john. so am i. ❜ brazen shrug, fingernails tapping along the table as she waved of his attempt to have her understand. ❛ we do what we need to. you don’t owe me anything. ❜ a statement ripe with truth / she was not bound by the favours she believed he owed.
❛ why not ? afraid of some culture ? ❜ when, in fact, she knew the dangers.
trusting anyone – even her – could spell disaster for him.
knowing that, he decides to anyway. anyone can chalk it up to desperation, but what’s really convinced john is the way she looks at him. fear, contempt, respect; the most common elements he can pick up when staring into somebody else’s eyes. caden doesn’t fearfully shrink in his presence nor does she ever act with ulterior intent. not from what he can tell, at least, & john tends to be pretty good at judging that sort of thing. he’d not be alive otherwise.
“ i’m more concerned with the LOCALS. “
john begins packing away the tools of their trade. “ – but i’ll come. after the job is done. “ because he’s professional. “ & it’ll be done soon. “ because he’s good & he knows it. “ i can find my way there if you’d prefer not to wait. “
❛ keeps you in the WRONG business. ❜ drug wars were messier business, lacking the necessary honour that individuals of THEIR caliber possessed / the thought of association with them had caden stifle a visible shiver. turning with a sigh, arms folded beneath ample chest and rear settling down upon the counter, violent femme studied him for a moment. she didn’t fear her own involvement, not TRULY, but she was still concerned about his taking jobs and what being seen with him would cause in the way of travesty.
perhaps somewhere, deeper than casual interest and the PRIZE that he possessed / uncharted adventure to which she wished to stake her claim / caden had come to consider this moment to be one bred from concern. she wished to quell it with common goal, flesh upon flesh until fascination was expelled. a dreamer’s pursuit.
❛ you’re welcome to come to blackpool with me. ❜
“ so i was in the right one before? “
boundaries formed by rules helps to keep everyone in line. a miraculous, holy matrimony of laws & the lawless, with mutual benefit as the presiding priest. knowing this, his question served more as a statement of prospect than an actual query. john doesn’t let his own question linger, picking up right after it himself before she can answer. “ i don’t have a choice anymore. “ he says. “ i hope you understand that. “
because john wick does have pride in his work, & having it unsullied by directly involving himself in cartel business doesn’t sit well with him. but when the world’s out to kill you, what other options are available to him?
❛ have i finally managed to pique your interest, john ? ❜ counter bred from the forward step / no sooner prompting her to suggest her retreat as she was calling it abhorrent. proximity was hardly a rarity, oftentimes work called for closer relations, but this was bred from a different beast. she smiled into it’s face, crimson painted petals curling into bloom / the verdant twinkle of mischievous intentions shining up at him as she continued to muse. ❛ a little hot under the collar ? ❜
question wasleft to take up space as she shrugged at the occupation of his target / it was either something sinister or something insane. ❛ cut one head off and you’ll grow three more. ❜ cant of chin down towards vials and instruments. ❛ but this will certainly do the job. ❜
tensions mount to a head not in explosive climax, but slow burning standoff between two souls, each with a foot dipped into a daunting abyss. death’s emissary – strangely enough – finds himself enthralled by such fearless tenacity. bold, audacious … john knows what he likes but he isn’t willing to let himself even consider indulging in it. even if she seems to be wholeheartedly interested in him, to an extent. so when she asks the first question, he stays silent. solid, iron framework keeps him still & he continues to listlessly hold her gaze. wondering how long it’d be before she looks away.
the second question she asks, though, almost gets a counter. but instead of letting the topic persist, he refocuses on the subject at hand.
john knows caden is right, but that isn’t his concern. the man’s an assassin, not a harbinger of lawful justice. so long as the heads keep growing, he’s got an easy source of income. “ it helps keep me in business. “ lifting a vial of the poison from the counter, he holds it up to the light.
