|| We tired™ over here so far this week, so replies are slowly going. — But in the meantime, feel free to give this a lil 💜 if you can't wait to have a Nina to bug in your inbox and I'll bribe her to go be social | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄? | ✲・*:✲

𝑨 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒙 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒔

Where are you? Why are you hiding? What are you hiding? You're passive but there's something bubbling beneath that surface. Spit it out, be open with yourself, express your pain.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: The lovely shining @ourladyoflight 💜 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: @teslagravity , @asteriskheart / @devilgene , @naniwagusto , @unbrydledfury , @blizzardrush , @soverina , @lightflown and any other lovelies who haven't + would like to 💜

𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑼𝑬𝑫 | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

His hand skid smooth fishnet stockings like amusement skid across cold cyanic pools. Observing him. Luring him... Drowning him and every sweet worded buoy tossed from his mouth.

No reprieve from his little faux pas now ricocheted off a beautifully wicked brain.

❝Alright... Secretary~..❞

Bystanders could call her what they'd like. The diminished title just another key to playing their naivety like a grand Steinway . — But when uttered by the same ally sitting with her, side by side at the bench.... It rung.. frayed.

Attention seizing yet as off kilter to her ears as the title likely was when wielded against his own. Whether with truth or mirth. ; Apathy, or the smirk now painted across ivory as she leaned back against the oak, even tilted her head.

Well If the vampire couldn't play nice and share the key bed, then his Queen would just play his nerves like treble strings all her own. One- ❝Why do I get the feeling someone just wants to hear me call him 'boss'..? Or no wait... I know..❞ - after the other.

❝He prefers 'My King~...' ❞

| @diotheworldus ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

|| Honestly fair warning, earning Nina's friendship or more is such a trip. Literally.

Some days you meet up and she barely talks, just shops on her phone, vibes w you in silence. Maybe invites you for drinks at a bar or to go shopping. Maybe a trip to a art museum, enjoy the high life together.

Others she's like "Want to take a helicopter out to this wreck of a cruise ship I sunk?" "Want to go street racing?" "Hey I know this great underground ring around here, want to go make some extra cash?"

𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 | @pcrplelightning | ✲・*:･ﾟ

With recovery comes healing ; The molasses-esque return of normalcy. – Buildings rebuilt, green once singed regrown, ignorance again blissful under the glitz and glam of elite high life.

For the right crowd.

To the surprise of the mundane, those comfortable in the shadows still operate under the light of crystal chandeliers. They find the same comfort amid marble floors, and columns ; evening gowns and suits dining the night away as much as any of the more naïve. — And it's cute really, how onlookers pride always bolsters their observance skills after the fact. They always claim they ''Noticed something was off.'', or they ''Had a bad feeling'' when the reality is everyone else in this hotel was more preoccupied with their own prestige and tunnel vision to pay a speck of attention to anyone else.

As far as they were concerned, the blonde seated alone comfortably in a cushioned booth, watching a miniature hurricane of rosé swirl in her glass, naturally she was just waiting for a.. very opportune date.

Lavender heels and matching gown. Silk concealing strapped steel.

Nina Williams blended right in. — The eye sore of neon violet that walked through the restaurants doors however, certainly did not.

Any semblance of gaiety carved into ice vanishing with half an ounce from her glass.

❝Well aren't we a sight unfit for sore eyes... ❞

❝I don't appreciate uninvited guests in my line of work, Miss Mishima..❞ Yet a hand gestured for the waiter to bring over another menu nevertheless.

❝To what do I owe the pleasure?❞ | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

A lot of skill... Yes, an assassins skills vary far and wide. Weaponry, stealth, manipulation.. disassociation. It's almost an art, being able to tune out all the noise. Reporters commentary, workplace gossip, even victims last words. Reduced to something as meaningless as an irritating little drone in her ears.

Wicked mind disengaged, picking the important bits and pieces out of given intel as simply as she picked out a turtleneck tank and jeans from her bag. Back facing the room, body working on autopilot, only pausing to toy with the fabric.

All up until her silver tongued Lion again turned on the light.

A single name was all it took to flip the switch. After all, it's not everyday such sweet high praise of someone 'else' in her field could tug on her lips. ❝Are you done trying to make me jealous..?❞ Another minute or two of processing what the vampire said next however and there she was, joining him on the bed. Debating how nice she should be ; how much leeway she should give between minced words...

❝Let's just say being a cold-hearted 'bitch' with eyes only for monetary gain is par for the course.❞ Blonde tresses met the sheets along with her back. ❝From what I can tell, half the globe despises her, half only cares about her boss.. and all are terrified of her.❞

Meanwhile a Queen again took in her Lion. Only now with a cocked brow. ❝But what I'm interested in is how my love seems to have developed a thing for women with guns...❞

A fool he may be after all there was nothing logical on his actions, no justifiable reason for his devotions to her or his acceptance of there game and yet he still chose this with no regrets in his heart. Perhaps he was a fool in love, a man gone insane for something he could never have. But of course this was Dio Brando, a man not bound by things like reason or what’s possible, he will break that ice, he will set her soul ablaze, he will make her see her own feelings and that she is as much in love as he is.

He smiled as she walked away and gave him a wink through the mirror, the vampire soon put on a robe and followed her into the bedroom. “Traveling together sounds like fun, perhaps something to do depending on what the future holds for us.” He said calmly as if his life wasn’t in danger of ending in under 24 hours. However Dio was very surprised when she turned on the tv, this current scenario seemed so…domestic…it made him imagine an impossible future, one where they had no worries and could enjoy the small moments to the fullest, but such a fantasy might be impossible due to the lives they live.

It was a news broadcast about that war that was going on, Dio was informed on it but it was far enough from him that he didn’t deem it worth much attention but she hadn’t changed the channel, perhaps this war meant something to her. The vampire sat on the bed and watched the tv as it listed off names. “I can’t help but admire the resolve. To do all this in what I can only assume is the search for power. It’s something I could never do, not because I couldn’t but because it would be the death of me. Making the world your enemy by walking into the light is almost suicide. They should have taken a page from that assassins book.”

Dio turned to look at his beloved. “That Nina Williams, I did some looking into everyone involved when the war started but I couldn’t find anything about her. Only her name and that she was apparently an assassin and now the current CEO. Now that’s someone with alot of skill when it comes to information, that is how you fight the world, with information and secrets. By taking things over from the shadows. I get the feeling they never valued her as much as she deserved and that’s why she’s still alive while they are presumed dead. And I know she’s alive because someone of such skill would not meet her end so easily.” There was something to that name thou, now that he says it for some reason it feels right to say, like it slips right off his tongue m…how strange.

“What do you think my love? Have you heard anything about this Nina Williams? Perhaps since you seem to share a profession but perhaps even that small bit of information is a misdirecting fabrication.” It was clear that Dio had no idea what his beloved’s true identity was. Even thou the name made something in his heart move there was something stopping him from making the connection. Perhaps the bond they shared , how closely they are now linked gave her some power over his perception, her desire for him not to know so strong that it became real? Or perhaps the vampire simply had too many things on his mind to make the connection after all who would think deeply when in the presence of someone so divinely beautiful?

Please reblog this if it’s okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you even if you haven’t reblogged a meme because I just want to RP with you

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔? | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

Take the linked quiz from the perspective of your character, then select 5 - 10 results from the complete matches list that you feel resonate with your character the most!

Lorraine Broughton (Atomic Blonde): 92%

Ava (Ex Machina): 91%

Charlotte Hale (Westworld): 90%

Regina Mills (Once Upon a Time): 90%

Alex Vause (Orange is the New Black): 89%

Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock): 87%

Black Widow (Marvel Cinematic Universe): 86%

Maleficent (Maleficent): 84%

Gisele Yashar (Fast & Furious): 81%

Letty Ortiz (Fast & Furious): 77%

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: the always lovely @ourladyoflight thank you bb 💜 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: @teslagravity , @asteriskheart / @devilgene , @sweetestdumpling , @praelia / @soverina , @lightflown , and anyone else who would like to be lovely thieves 💜

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐋: 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐈𝐙𝐘𝐒 | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

|| TW: Grief, drinking, death, hinted suicidal ideation (if you brought your magnifying glass)

Humanity has such a understated habit of spreading turmoil.

Various causal hubris's parallel incurable viruses running rampant across the globe, left undetected by the immune system even without a soul spared from the infection. War, misgivings and countless tragedies often rooted in the minimized concepts of pride, jealousy, and senseless rage ; Mere misguided ideations disguised in order to justify even the indefensible.

Assumptions. Even something so simple, so moronic as assumptions could control the world in the right hands.

— Cold, cruel, merciless, unloving. An emotionless robot only capable of caring about monetary gain.

Idiots spread the labels given her throughout the masses in the form of insults, as if she didn't meticulously craft the initial mask herself.

She'd load the gun with blanks. And if it meant shrouding the more... undesirable truth, they could pull the trigger over and over again as many times as they please.

Let the bullets hit the frozen glass window on dreary grey nights, let them rain against it with the water dripping from the sky - but never, ever, pull back the curtain to the dim-lit condominium. ; Blind your eyes of the blonde sitting at the kitchen island, empty bottle of Jameson and it's half empty friend joining a downed glass of kin.

Fatal digits tonight not gracing euros, yen or dollars, but instead infirmly running across sorry excuses for 'names', made up of mere letters and numbers. Listed in a worn file only alongside otherwise meaningless dates, biological info and synonymous statuses printed in bold ink:

'ꜰᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ ; ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴀꜱᴇᴅ'

'ꜰᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ ; ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴀꜱᴇᴅ'

'ꜰᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ ; ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴀꜱᴇᴅ'

Victims of supposed sepsis. Embolisms. Organ failure. Repeated into the double digits. The words littered the pages like the alcohol tainted the assassins typically rational mind. Tempting her to again sit here, head in hand senselessly pondering the negligible. Reviewing the short lived, the manufactured, all that were apparently unfit for the cruel fate forced upon them. Debating useless questions in regards to how their lives could've played out.

Some nights it revolved around names and the string of them that followed based on whatever pleased the cold woman's ears. Others, inherited traits, interests, career fields, genetics.....

Maybe they would've inherited her infamous azures, currently staring yet not seeing. Sans any despair.. ; Glassy yet winning against any hint of tears.

Any hint of love.

If anything, outsiders wouldn't see the traces of responsibility lacing the withdrawn for mere blips with only two left to remember their existence.

For those on this list who wouldn't have been tortured, poked and prodded from the day of their conception to the day of their death if it hadn't been for rare misjudgment, and those who wouldn't find solace in a frigid heart, but atop resolute shoulders.

Only momentarily slumped under their weight.

Because come tomorrow, the sun would rise even if behind remaining clouds. Her head would pound. Files would again be concealed both where only she would be able to find them and where she would never look without whiskey's aid. And just as expected, ever frigid Nina Williams would walk per usual, head held high, shoulders back.

No cracks in the apathy. Burdens invisible and never assumed just as she preferred. Spite fueled and dwindling will again go toe to toe with loose ends. ; Bodies lost to an uncaring and all but considered mythical sea.

— Even had fate been different, the mercenary wouldn't love the negligible names. One sole survivor walking this earth was enough. - But for now, at the very least, this cold hearted bitch would live for them to both be remembered and stay drowned far below sheets of ice another day. | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

There was something on the tip of her tongue. A rebuttal, commentary on the rebels pesky little habit of passing up chances. Swallowed with only a hmph it's dying breath, in favor of more... pressing matters.

Of frozen features tensing beneath the eye and a seemingly never-ending headache quite literally from hell.

❝No.. Thankfully if the big bad boss suspects anything, he's too preoccupied with his own delusions of grandeur to care.❞

Mornings entailed the usual hostility with coffee, afternoons lies sprinkled among boasts of prestige, evenings spent watching the globe fall from G-Corporations high-rise offices.. for once even she found the notion of so called 'power' remarkably.... dull.

❝When not plotting the worlds demise, he gets off on fooling himself into believing my sister is the epitome of skill...❞

As if lies could breach her skin. Obvious ones at that. All the devil knew how to do was showcase the number of his red flags no shrink alive could ever fix. — Living proof that the deranged always find each other... How bittersweet the irony tastes though when those words are considered by a woman cleaning her knife.

Cyan hued irises paused. Observing the possibly only sane Mishima's reflection within polished steel.

❝...Must've been nice, growing up blissfully ignorant of who shares your genes.❞

continued from — ✪

“Yes, that is one way to put it…”

The statement described both of their lives quite well, each with their own outcomes. It was alarming how a mere moment could alter one’s life so drastically; warp or nurture a mind, set them on an irreversible path. A number of consequences…

When asked which of the two best described his musings, Lars leaned back in his seat, broad shoulders lifting in a shrug, “Monologue. Haven’t had much luck prying when it comes to you.”

The result was usually the same anyway.

“One would hope that your new boss also isn’t the prying type?”

@icecoldwilliams

“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”  [ from kazuya! ]

In a world overcome by war, peace only survives in hidden nooks and crannies of life. In the seldom silence criminals like her could call an ally, growing rarer with every toppled city, march of JACKS and ignited pyromaniacs delight.

Embers replacing the stars even from the heights of the devils abode. Office windows the perfect viewpoint to the worlds demise.. and the devil himself expects her to savor each and every one while his endless barrage of taunts mucked up her ears.

❝Last I checked, entertaining you is not listed in my job description.❞

And it wouldn't be. Ever. But...what would be added to their contract was a little reciprocity clause:

Two hundred thousand additional yen, cash, for every insult, taunt, degrading comment and threat towards one Nina Williams. To be tallied and added to her final paycheck should Kazuya Mishima unfortunately survive all the turmoil he's caused.

Until then, her boss and his sparse commentary could slide off a glacial surface. An ice sculpture coated in apathy and carved with crossed arms. - Blistering, yet not shattering at the drop of a dime like a certain thorns temper.

❝We can chat once you're done hopelessly comparing me to her.❞

| @asteriskheart / @devilgene | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑼𝑬𝑫 | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

Per the cliché: 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend. The friend of my enemy is my enemy.' – Yet a shared target in her line of work was the epitome of an at times literal double-edged sword. It was a scenario that reeked of unnecessary hurdles, competition.

Collateral damage present even with casualties seemingly plagued by naivety.

Sickeningly sweet contrasting a robust deep crimson, sipped in purposeful silence before it could spill ; Near polarizing fixed blues, a cocked brow, yet no ripples in the sea throughout vague threats and accusations tossed like stones.

Only a coy smile.

❝ You don't make a habit of threatening others, do you..? ❞

Jun Kazama. Environmental officer. Yakushima native. Syndicate intel dictated as mundane as her attire, yet WWWC honed observance intriguing to say the least. Capable of discerning a predator in the reeds, apparently sans the consequences of what happens when you get a little too close. ; of simple common sense.

What typically happens.. when you threaten the fatals cover.

❝Listen, the whole animal lover mission of yours is cute-❞ Idealistic to the extreme. Nevertheless, she now faced folded blood tainted hands, and even worse: An assassins intrigue. ❝-But tell me.. If Kazuya Mishima is so dangerous, what makes you think a little bird watcher like you can handle him, when right now you're not even sharp enough to realize how easily I could slip arsenic into your tea..?❞

| @lightflown | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

Infamous red string of fate, more like a golden phantom noose wrapped around his neck, other end of the rope not strung upon a beam, but around cordiform ice. Tightening ; restricting with every increasingly cloying word that slipped past the vampires fangs.

Every inch her resolve dare slip, and the near groan from her lips.

– As the saying goes, 'Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results' while others claim 'Repetition is the mother of skill'. Well far be it her to entertain being motherly or follow any of the modern attributes of Luna. So let this be the last time the assassin turns to give him a certain look.

Judgement, dipped in indignation, coated in a tinge of warmth foreign to frigid pools. ❝Then you're a fool.❞ And she ran a hand through his soaked locks for good measure before exiting the shower. Briefly checking her reflection with another comment tossed his way. ❝Pity too... Staying in one place too long.. That's never been my style.❞

With that and a mirrored wink, Nina returned to their luxury abode. Making her way across the suite to her bag, looking for something to wear, turning on the tv as if this was a day that couldn't be filed under anything other than mundane. Even when the news broadcasted nothing but segments of an ensuing war.

Reports of the latest attacks, the leading players.

Jin Kazama, former Mishima Zaibatsu CEO. Heihachi Mishima, current CEO, presumed dead.

Nina Williams, de-facto CEO and assassin. – All MIA amidst the chaos.

Perhaps if there's one benefit to being underestimated and working in the shadows, it keeps your identity obscure. ; in most cases, it prevents your picture from being right alongside the rest on the screen.

Yet it doesn't keep azures from glancing over just to make sure.

The lion saw it all clear as day as he looked in her eyes, the shock that came from his actions, the way her mind for just a moment was at a loss, as if he had done something so unexpected it had left her lost and confused. But thats exactly what love did sometimes, a feeling that nether of them had truly felt until there meeting just under a week ago. He saw something else as she looked into his eyes, a want, a desire to let herself believe, to fall into him and let the ice melt fully for once, but just as quick as he saw it, that flame peaking through the blizzard, an avalanche hid it from view as she turned away. Normally he would give her space, let her take her time but that was exactly what they didnt have much of anymore, time. The vampire followed closely, one hand turning off the shower and the other grabbing a towel and putting it around her body as he began to dry her. “My job is not done yet, i have to properly take care of my queen by drying her and combing her hair~” He said with a kiss to the back of her head as he took his time drying her skin with the soft towel. As Dio began to dry her hair he spoke “I dont have a death wish, far from it, in all my time i have never felt such a strong desire to live. However after meeting you i have no desire to live in a world where i cant be a your side. My immortal life is only worth living if i have you with me.” As he finished drying her hair he tied the towel around her frame and gave her cheek a soft kiss. He wound not let her escape this, not allow her to hide her feelings. He knew how she felt, he knew this was no lie and even if she never reveals her name, even if he meets his fiery death once there game comes to an end he will make sure she admits it to herself, her true feelings for him.

|| Sidenote: Honestly the fact that devil Nina will still utilize her martial arts skills like normal before she gets all cryomancy is so demeaning in a way

Her pride whether devil or not is 100% telling her she don't need it for you

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 ( 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐋: 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑨 ) | ✲・*:✲・*:･･

As per the poll over on my hub (months ago, everyone say thanks life!), also bc my girls been through enough let her be unhinged : For more info on this verse, see: 𝟏, 𝟐, 𝟑

❄️ - Goes without saying, Nina wasn't naturally born with the devil gene like Kazuya, Jin, and presumably Kazumi. Her DNA was biologically altered to converge with Ogre's, so technically she contains a mutated and imperfect form of the devil gene. (For new lovelies, this verse is based off the old fandom belief that Ogre was the og origin of the gene & the theory that Heihachi spliced Nina's blood w Ogre's during her cryosleep) Bc of this, and oversight on those responsible for Heihachi's experiments part, her body isn't naturally accustomed to it's effects, let alone built to handle them. It's likely each full on devil episode she has takes a tremendous toll on her body and overall health. To what extent however, remains unknown. Due in part to her own stubborn insistence on hiding and pushing through any pain she goes through to the best of her ability, and also in part to how Nina rarely experiences her devil transformation in it's full capacity (y'know, with the wings and the horns and all that good stuff).

❄️ - Bc I'm a sucker for symbolism, Nina's devil form design contains a few hints towards her connection with Ogre. First and most noticeably the markings on her skin - this was not intended to match Devil Jin's design, but actually Ogre's newer Tekken mobile design ( which... tbh I like better than the jolly green giant I'm sorry not sorry 🙏). Hence why she's more covered in them than Jin. — Her sclera turning black upon transforming is another similarity she shares with Ogre as well, to name a couple.

❄️- Oh you know her devil concerns were a big part of why she agreed to help Jin in T6 in this verse. Not just in regards to her devil, but lowkey also bc... if the experiments done on her in regards to the super soldier project are what resulted in her mutated devil gene... you know who else likely has it 😔 She's full on team this gene needs to be exterminated, no matter what. (Not that that can't change per plot of course)

❄️ - Devil Nina probably has an affinity with snakes, bc of the whole.. snake arm thing Ogre had going on. – Yeah she can't do that. But she probably thinks they're pretty neat.

❄️ - No Nina does not remember what happens when her devil takes over. But she is smart enough to surmise the gist of what occurred and realign the jumbled broken pieces of memory and reality. She's grown accustomed to that over the years unfortunately.

❄️ - Devil Nina on the other hand recalls all. Just as she thrives on the emotions Nina's buried over the years, she thrives off of the buried memories tied to them as well. While Nina still struggles to remember parts of her past, you might find that her devil remembers some missing subconsciously buried pieces down to the finest details. And she'd probably love to chat about them too whenever she's in a good mood. Just makes the emotions keeping her around stronger, right? 🤷‍♀️

❄️ - Finally not official per-say, but a thought I've considered: Devil Nina may have her own version of Nina's evil mist attack, only the secret to hers doesn't lie in dissolvable capsules. Since she consumes souls like Ogre, her digestive system obviously isn't... normal. It could be possible it can somehow convert remnants of the souls she consumes into a poisonous vapor? (Still iffy on the idea, but throwing it out there anyway, let me know what you think?)

"a moment is enough to change the direction of your life completely."

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 (𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈) | ✲・*

Report in hand and read. Personally, she still didn't know which her palette favored more : the way they traded blows like fond enemies, or philosophical musings like a parley.

It was almost sickeningly sweet how both could now thaw crests into the slightest curve.

❝And a barrage of them can be as fatal as a bullet.❞

A single sentence can lodge in a persons brain sans the intent. A traumatic event, whether split-second or hours long could completely shatter the psyche. Years of them could mold resiliency... or a tragedy.

And a productive night over drinks and contracts could lead to an unlikely ally, loitering around a rebel commanders office in her free time. – His desk a seat and sanctuary ; He the lesser of two irritants between him and arrogant adopted kin. The less... predictable.

Yet at times still pricking at her skin, threatening to bore.

❝Is this your way of trying to pry or monologue..?❞

| @teslagravity ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

He who is solely immune to her silver split tongue had captured her heart ; The frozen artifice, right alongside her hands, pulled off guard into yet another saccharine meeting of crests and confusion. While he was possibly pulled tighter into her web.

Nina Williams, Mother of All Assassin's, top of her field. – Lies were akin to the cells making up her fabricated DNA. Her allure. Present from the moment she walked into his life. Every sweet nothing whispered in his ear, every touch, kiss.. Even each and every word from her lips...

All possibly a lie.

Why didn't he mind?

The Adonis hardly flinched, instead settling for what he seemed to do best: Stunning her. Practically shocking every thought from her brain. And for once the assassin froze, struggling to process this turn of events like a predator confused when it's typical fatality failed. – Only snapped out of her stupor by their own personal rain, growing fed up with their extended stay with every colder drop upon their skin.

Pulling away with now her turn to again do what she does best : Subterfuge.

Taking in crimson pools, she merely tsked before she could drown. ❝You really have a death wish...❞

Swift switched focus onto turning away and cleansing herself would be her life preserver. Keeping apathy afloat amidst a fought off hue threatening to overtake ivory.

It was no lie, his feelings were true, he was sure of this, more certain than anything else this love he felt for her was real as so were the words he had spoken to her. He watched as she turned the tables on him and began to wash his body with tender care, he melted at her touch and stayed quiet, what he did was enough of an answer, his heart belonged to her, now and forever, no matter what happened, even if madness overtook him and he escaped the consequences of there game Dio would never be free, always yearning for her and only her. Of course he would never leave like that, no force on this world or any other could stop him from being with his beloved, he might even find a way to beat death itself. He felt it, as her hands washed his neck, the cold hands of death, a future that might come to pass, his untimely end at the sands of the sun but in reality it be her, he would walk to his doom all to please her, all for the sake of her pride and give her the win…in this moment he realized something he had known all along but had hid from himself somehow, perhaps in his optimism or confidence in his victory but the truth is that if the worst came to pass…he would do it, gladly…he was hers. He knew her words were a ruse, he knew her feelings were as true as his and yet, he could feel the chill, for just an instant his body felt fear, a dreaded feeling he soon dispelled and silently cursed his own weakness for allowing this blasphemous doubt to poison his resolve. He loved her, nothing would change that. Completely unguarded he let out a submissive moan as she kissed his scar, he was her prey, a lion hunted by a larger and stronger lioness. Then the silence, the deafening silence as the water washed over them. In this moment he could feel it, the voice within the ice, the warning of what may come, what may happen if he breaks through. Would they truly be happy? or would this just bring pain to them both? He would give her an answer. he held her hand with the cloth, holding it tightly as he grabbed her other hand as well. They were in this together, no matter what came, what happened, this, this feeling they felt right now as Dio looked into her eyes, this was worth everything. “Thank you…mo shaol…” he kissed her, that was his answer. Even if she had been lying all along, even if she threw away this love and caused his death, this would never change in fact he would do it all again. For his love is boundless, deeper than that sea that trapped him for so long, higher than the sky they had danced together in and more true than death itself. What would she do with his answer?