“Well alright…” In the spirit of the game, Myles closed his eyes, turned around and opened them to his very…. unfortunate surprise. Elliot ( @faustium ) had walked by, both of their eyes making contact, and the slight twitch of displeasure flitted across his face. He would gladly chose someone else if it meant not having to talk to the older man, but since the street seemed rather empty, the blond knew it wouldn’t be so easy to get out of. He could just lose this portion of the game, but Myles? No, Myles didn’t want to lose some a simple technicality.
A few strides forward and a short cough to catch the an’s attention.
“I’m playing a game with my friend here, you see, and I know that we’re strangers, (head tilts as if quietly asking for a favor), B U T~ the moment I saw you and looked into your eyes…” a hand dramatically places itself on his chest, “I knew it was something more – so please. Would you accept my proposal of love at first sight? Would you marry me?”
———EYES NARROWED TO AN ALMOST UNNOTICEABLE DEGREE. the stranger, though hardly the word for the man, seemed keen on his alleged dare. rarely did he find himself approached outside of his job by another from that underworldly profession. suspicion aside, he knew better than to go roughly into this situation ; a favor was a favor.
❝ a bit young for marriage, wouldn’t you say? are you sure i’m your type, stranger… ❞
his usual smile, as uncanny adjacent as it was bordering natural, seemed to look almost genuine today. taking myles’s hand, the older man cast his gaze over to the ‘friend’ ( @gnasccr ), before returning to the other.
———❝ YOU’D BE SURPRISED. philosophy, at times, makes a sharp hatchet. ❞ gathering the file, the man quickly thumbed through the materials. it was without question that his target would be on higher security now that his predecessor fucked up the kill. to most, the german came as a last resort in situations like this; he’d been cleaning up other people’s messes since his teens.
❝ i’ll have it done wednesday if the weather permits ; if i can help it, i don’t like wasting an employer’s time. ❞
FRIENDS. childhood friends / work friends / family friends / recently friends / turning antagonistic / turning into something romantic / stable / falling apart / friendship of need / friendship of circumstance pen – pals or internet friends / coworkers / partners / other .
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / newly entered / soulmates / skinny love / unrequited from my muses side / unrequited from your muses side / friends with benefits / awkward / fading / turning toxic / toxic and destructive / other .
FAMILIAL BOND.sibling bond / older sibling figure to your muse / younger sibling figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / other . (even tho they’re twins)
ENEMIES.dangerous to themselves / dangerous to others / unpredictable / passionate / rivals / petty / developing into a sexual tension / developing into a romantic tension / based off family matters / based of circumstance / based of professional matters / based of misunderstandings or lies / other .
seeing that they’re both pretty dangerous fellows, i could see their relationship being based off of whether they’re on the same or opposing sides of one another. for the mafia verse or others, elliot being a pretty respected hitman makes me think they’d run into each other often. with that, its more likely they’d be enemies than work friends or partners. still, there’s always the possibility of a more complicated relationship, and i wouldn’t put it past elliot to sleep with someone he works with or despises.
“Your teeth, your toenails, fingernails, your eyes – I’d take them all from you slowly, though I’d take your eyes last after I stapled them open so you’d be forced to watch it all. Then I’d drill holes into your hips to properly fix you to the wall where I’d butterfly your chest like a work of art on display, letting what parts of you hang like Christmas tinsel and whisper sweet nothings into your ear about how absolutely dashing you look, and yet!” Heavy sigh echos his disappointment in the small cement room, hands shrugging in the air as if to show there were no tools, no weapons: just two chairs, a light, and them. “I have been told to get some information from you. Apparently you’ve been holding out on a few details about a certain someone and I’m not allowed to touch you until…” golden eyes glance down at his watch, “…until midnight it seems. Which gives you about 30 minutes to tell me what I’d like to know before my supplies arrive. After that, my obligation to keep you alive disappears by the minute.”
———A BANQUET FOR THE SADISTIC GLUTTON. unlike his previous encounters with the underworld’s dogs, this one seemed more than capable of keeping his promises. it mattered not what got him here
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a sloppy job or one that never truly intended to be a legitimate
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but rather something slightly more present in the current situation.
❝ you’re wasting your time on a gun when the shooter has already escaped. ❞ a smirk. the kind of smile that meant he was ready for what the other had in mind.
❝ my payroll is far too high to let me to be the man who starts talking just when the nipple clamps get pulled out. ❞
———The sensation of pain in his wrists and ankles told him all he needed to know. Olive eyes becoming accustomed to the overhead light, the man blinked away the floating afterimages as he finally came to. He rocked his head from one side to the next, limply rolling to ease the overnight cricks that resting in such a position had created. This was bullshit.
❝ You know, it’s awfully strange finding myself in the chair, all things considered. ❞ A quip, if he could manage even that. His captor knew who he was, or at least, knew someone who did. A shame, really. He’d done so much to separate himself from his work.
❝ So am I keeping all my teeth and toenails, or did you have something else in mind? ❞
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