viragod:

                        brows  furrowed  ^{at  his  punctuation  /  hiding  a  deep  chasm  of  swirling  emotions  over  the  thought  of  such  an  empire  being  brought  to  it’s  knees.  it  had  afforded  her  MUCH  in  the  way  of  luxury  and  prestige,  she  had  become  one  of  the  elite  in  this  industry  and,  although  this  was  not  the  only  sect  that  dealt  in  such  matters,  it  was  the  one  with  the  greatest  agency.  would  they  rebuild  ?  would  he  look  to  create  a  new  process  in  his  image  ?  caden  was  unsure  of  where  that  would  leave  her,  and  the  uncertainty  did  not  sit  well  within  her.  thinking  that  he  was  about  to  leave,  shrouded  in  night  as  he  often  was,  woman  reached  out  and  captured  him  by  the  wrist  /  brazen  touch  having  the  other  hand  delicately  trace  the  frame  of  his  jaw.}

            ^{barely  a  W H I S P E R  of  a  touch,  nothing  more  than  midnight  breeze.     ❛  think  about  what  you’re  about  to  do.  ❜     a  careful  word  of  caution,  fingers  attempting  to  brush  aside  the  fringe  of  hair  against  his  forehead.     ❛  think  about  what  that  leaves  people  like  us.  ❜     finally,  the  first  HINT  of  apprehension  within  a  typically  cool  woman.}

               ^{❛  blow  this  wide  open  and  i’ll  have  no  choice  but  to  assist.  ❜     caden  knew  that  she  could  not  have  her  alliance  remain  secret  for  long.}

        _{john is a man of calculated, impersonal focus. bones lined with steel – like a comic book character – only in a metaphorical sense. his blood runs colder than ice in his veins. a brief glimpse of the other side was all he’d gotten. a taste of how sweet life could be had he not been wicked. it’s an exhibition of a core belief he holds: everything has a price. so now the very employ that’s willfully aided him in damning his soul now seeks to send him to retribution. not that he’s undeserving of such a fate – rules are rules & this was a life filled with decisions he’d made for himself, mostly.} 

        _{but damn anyone that looks to take this life away from him now.}

        _{the cool skin of her hand stills his coming stride. it warms as the hold persists, drawing him back from threshold of rage & deep, vast agony that he keeps in his heart. words melt into his ears, & the fingers affectionately running along his scruffy jawline recalling memories of the dearly departed.}

          _{“ they won’t stop. “}

        _{not until he’s dead, at least. with such a hefty price on his head, too, everyone’s got a personal stake in it. “ but it isn’t a cause for concern. “ he assures. “ not for you. “}

        _{because he’ll stick by her until the time is right, but once he’s ready to go loud with his intentions, he’ll be sure she’s far removed from him before commencing with them.}