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the puzzled expression on her features were confirmation enough — she had no idea who he was. it's rare to come by these days, with all of the tabloids plastering his face everywhere with nonsensical headlines. the billionaire heir, who has no clue how to run a company. even his own board members looked at him with such judgement, waiting to pounce the second he messes up. it's why he's kept his circle small, further adding to the public's perception of a stuck up, in over his head, mess. but fire in her is enticing, & any distraction from the roaring party inside is appreciated.

a brow arches in amusement, as she shuts her own lie down before it can even begin. he only offers her a shrug, as if the answer were obvious — everyone wanted to blend in, here. " why else would you come? " despite how it's delivered, his curiosity is peaked. it's clear she had no idea what exactly she was stepping into upon entering. eyes roll to the sky, contemplating his plans for her — as if he didn't already intend on letting her stay, regardless. that doesn't mean he won't dangle it in front of her, a cat playing with a mouse. " hm. should i? this party was rather dull, it could use some entertainment ... though, kicking out a crazed stalker might create quite a spectacle. it could liven things up a bit, i think. "

i never should have come — the flowing gowns and pounds of caviar were enough to inform me just how out of my element i was. tamlin was no where to be seen in the bustling crowd of lace and silk — perhaps it was for the best. fortunately, the guests seemed too enthralled by their frivolous gossip and overflowing flutes of champagne to pay me much mind. tense and claustrophobic, i immediately made my escape out towards the terrace, in desperate need of fresh air — i only had a second to consider if jumping off the railing would be any more painful than having to go back inside, before i was so harshly interrupted by the tall, dark, and handsome stranger who’s leering gaze and arrogant air made me want to scratch his face off.

“ i didn’t— ” i began to protest, though the look on his face told me there was no use in lying, as he was practically staring right through me. this was his party? my arms crossed over my chest, suddenly feeling cold and self-conscious, as i glanced down at my beat up boots and the old dress that had been a hammy down of elain’s. who the hell was he to try and make me feel so inadequate? my scowl deepened as the hovering stranger spoke. “ why would i want to blend in with you? ” i hated everything about this — had tamlin been too embarrassed to bring me? or had he sought to spare me from this very feeling? “ so then what are you waiting for? aren’t you going to have me kicked out? ”

" could have fooled me. " shoulders raise, an innocent smile playing onto sensuous lips, hands sliding into his pockets. it's true, he's playing a game — seeing just how much of a reaction he can get out of her, how flustered he can make her. but the way she glares at him, as if she sees right through his facade, his status ... straight to his core, like he's finally being seen, for the first time in a long time. the way she calls him out so quickly without hesitation, unafraid. it was almost refreshing. & yet, no matter how much he studies her, blue gaze piercing through right through her, she is still a puzzle he has yet to figure out. her motives for sneaking in are unclear, especially considering how she seemed to look at everyone in the other room with such aversion. it's a challenge, then. " who's to say i'm not stalling you, while i wait for security? "

he only lets the threat linger for a second, before puffing out soft laughter, shaking it off. " you're right, i have no plans of kicking you out. for the same reason that i followed you out here, actually — you're nice to look at. " it's said baldly, eyes unwavering as they hold onto hers. " i have a hundred different things i could be doing right now. this, however, seems like the most fun. " he strides to close the gap between them, extending out a hand in one quick, fluid motion. " oh, dear. where are my manners? rhysand. you're supposed to tell me your name, now. "

what a fucking prick. whoever he was, he was clearly an arrogant bastard that represented everything i hated about this world of elite snobbery. with their useless finery and sensationalized traditions, high up in their towers while the rest of us struggled to even scrape by. i would have loved to watch him choke on his silver spoon some day. tamlin had seemed so different — someone with compassion and moral integrity, but if this was who he associated with, then perhaps i had been terribly wrong. “ i’m not a crazed stalker! ” my eyes were daggers as i glared at him, the dark haired man’s threat once again making me question if it was worth diving off the railing, compared to being dragged out in front of that hideous room. but instead, i forced myself to calm my nerves — look at the situation and him with logic, as i realized that this was fun for him. he wanted to watch me squirm and up until now, i had given him the precise reaction he wanted. so an arrogant bastard with sociopathic tendencies. my voice evened out some, “ you’re bluffing. you would have done so already if you weren’t. ”

my brow knitted as i watched him carefully, trying to understand his motives, but coming up short. “ if a party is boring, then isn’t that the host’s fault? ” i should have just made my exit — count my losses and sneak back out before anyone else could’ve noticed. but my own frustrating curiosity kept me there, studying him. “ why are you out here? ” why did i even care to know at all? these people spoke a language entirely of their own. while he was for all intents and purposes, completely unlikable — he was also undeniably handsome ( the most attractive man i'd ever seen, actually) and with what some might even call charm. if this really was his party, i couldn’t rationalize why he was amusing himself with the likes of me. “ you really don’t have anything better to do? no one in there to capture your fancy? ”

@feydarling : tilt. you take the sender's chin in your hand and make them meet your gaze.

fingers drum against the bar top impatiently, eyes darting over to the door at any sign of movement. such a feeling is one rhysand's never had to experience before ... anxiously awaiting, half expecting to be stood up. with every interaction, feyre's kept him on his toes, unwavering to whatever he throws her way. it seems today will be no different. it's somehow thrilling. ( he tells himself it's the fact that she's dating his enemy, though he knows — she is no pawn in this, truly. that aspect, however, is an added bonus. )

he jumps to his feet at the first sign of her, concealing his shock with a feline smirk. the bar he picked is ... unimpressive, to his standards. half empty, with only a few patrons taking notice of him, whispering quietly amongst themselves. a place he would never know about otherwise, just decided purely to spare him of any allegations of being a snob. as she approaches, he takes her in: how she still smells of coffee beans, how tousled her hair is, as if she had to rush here after her shift. even after working all day, she still manages to look beautiful, effortlessly so. he can't resist temptation, throwing any promise of behaving out the window, as his hand tilts her chin upward. " hello, feyre darling. you look ravishing. "

@feydarling : smother. you clasp a hand over the sender's mouth to keep from being heard.

all of the trials he'd gone through, the hurdles he'd jumped over to warn feyre over her fate ... come slapping him in his face, as soon as he'd been made aware of her capture. all of those games, all of deceiving & desperate pleas, now rendered useless. she's still been brought here, defenseless against her tormentors, without any help from tamlin or otherwise. the abhorrence she looks at rhysand with, tells him all he needs to know — any trust she had in him had disappeared, as soon as she saw him by her side.

being amarantha's right hand wasn't a role he played with any pride. the things she'd make him do, the carnage that would always follow ... it were enough to haunt him for the rest of his nights, however many he had left. but the one silver lining: she trusts him, at least. enough that he can visit feyre without raising any eyebrows. even if he senses his presence is unwanted by the hatred that flickers in her gaze, as soon as it meets his. her lips parting to speak only meet his palm, interrupting the lashing he knows he deserves. a finger raises to his, words a hushed warning. " save it. i know i am the last person you want to see right now. but i am going to get you out of here. "

his focus lingers on the crimson staining her cheek, a scowl forming across his lips as the fingertips lightly brush against flesh. there's a tenderness to his touch that he barely recognizes himself, as amarantha's threats ring clear in his mind: she was not to make it out of here, alive. the lengths she'd go through to ensure of that, were enough to make his stomach churn with gut wrenching guilt, & crippling fear. yet, it only manifests in the way his jaw clenches, his exterior otherwise blank as he assesses the damage done to her.

" me? i warned you — " his frustration boils over, losing any sense of calm for only a moment. it takes every ounce of strength he has to hold himself together, to push aside his anger — only for her sake. quickly, rhysand composes himself, distracting himself with the buttons of his coat, words losing their punch. " i was trying to avoid all of this, was i not? yet for some reason, you had to listen to to your precious tamlin. where is he, by the way? oh, i know. far, far from here. " he removes his jacket with a click of his tongue, eyes rolling before shoving it towards her. " it's freezing in here. take this. "

the room was small and suffocating, with out any windows to let any air or light in. i was going to die here — that was becoming abundantly clear with every passing moment and the sadistic gleam in amarantha and her cronies’ eyes. with the way she dangled my fate in the air, as if she were waiting for the precise moment — to draw it out and make it as agonizing as possible, sending an immeasurable message as loud as possible. simply a pawn in a game i never wanted to play, i only wished they could get it over with — to spare me the misery of waiting in this freezing room, with the promise of my death looming over me. somehow it was rhysand’s betrayal that hurt the most, knowing i had been foolish enough to allow him to get into my head. the cruelty and affection he shared with amarantha confirmed everything tamlin had told me.

“ y— ” i gasped against his hand, my back against the wall, as my eyes widened with surprise, before narrowing on him. i glanced once towards the door he had entered with ease and back to him. it didn’t make any sense, not after the callous disregard he had just shown me as i was thrown at their feet. the way he smiled as she pondered aloud the best method of pain. how he stood there as her men slapped me across the face, before dragging me back to this room. i shook my face free of his grasp, but was careful to keep my voice a low whisper this time, “ why would i ever trust you again? how do i know this isn’t another one of your mind games? ”

a muscle in his jaw twitches, light flickering out from his gaze as it falls away from her. he's played his part too well: a master of puppets, strings now being cut one by one, all for her. yet here she stands, with such hate in her eyes. he pretends her accusations ripple right off of him, unaffected — as if his chest didn't ache, as if he weren't full of panic. she wasn't supposed to be here. he was desperate to avoid just this. watched the blood drip & drain from the poor soul he'd unknowingly given up in place of feyre ... it weighs on him, the guilt & despair, knowing it's only a matter of time before feyre is next.

fingers run through night drenched hair, holding back his scowl, as he adjusts his sleeves. " ah. you really believed that? you're smarter than this, feyre. i'm working against her. " voice is run down, haunted. tired of the act. he moves to lean his back against the cool of the brick, dismissing the topic with a small wave. he can't bring himself to defend his actions, for greater good or not. not while clare's body is still limp & lifeless in the other room. hands slide into his pockets, that silver fire coming to light as they meet hers. a humorless laugh erupts from him, bitter & dark. " he could end this. he could get you out of here. " words bald. blunt, as if it were obvious. " tamlin is who she wants. "

i was achingly still as his hand brushed against my cheek, his touch unusually soft and careful, as he neared the budding bruises. staring up at him, i studied him closely, his expression cold and unreadable as he looked me over with renowned intention. it couldn’t possibly be concern i detected flickering somewhere deep within him, and yet he had tried to warn me in his own way. my safety, he had claimed to care about. a part of me had even wanted to believe him, to take him at his word, but everything that happened had made that impossible. tamlin had been right. rhysand was a manipulative monster— he had fed me just enough information to lead me down the rabbit hole that inevitably ended here.

“ you conveniently failed to mention the part about you working with her. that you’re together. ” the way she stroked his thigh with a proprietary grasp had made my stomach churn. they were both sick and twisted. i tried not to physically flinch as he mentioned tamlin — i had been trying not to think of him, of the fact that no one was coming for me. perhaps it was better this way. no one else would have to die for me. my brow knitted as i stared at his black coat for a hesitant moment, as if waiting for some anterior motive, before i reluctantly accepted it and wrapped it around my shoulders — a faint part of myself almost grateful for any level of comfort, no matter how discreet. my voice lost its bite as it lowered further, “ i’m glad he’s not here if this is what’s waiting for him. ”

“  yes.  i am telling you what to do.  i’m telling you not to pull something like that again because—  ‘cause fucking hell.  i care about you.  okay? ” ( aggie from dabi bc i'm howling )

soft-ish angst. / accepting!

her breath hitches as he grasps her upper arms, gazing up at dabi as he scolds her. he... he cares about her? sure, he shows it in his own ways, he's never said it aloud before. it catches her off guard, that's for sure. it makes stepping in between him and a hero even more worth it. " i-i-i j-just wanted to p-protect you, dabi. " agatha admits softly, tears welling in her eyes. of course she knows he can protect himself just fine, but she also knows the effect his quirk has on his own body. she also knows a lot of damage could've been done had a fight broken out. wasn't it better this way? no one got hurt in the end, isn't that what matters?

she gently removes herself from dabi's grip on her and reaches up, fingertips lightly grazing his cheeks as her hands cup them. a warm smile forms on her lips as she gazes up at him. " i-i h-had no idea you f-felt this way. i c-care about you, too, y-you know? i-it— it's w-why i wanted to p-protect you. " agatha further admits, her thumb gently caressing his unburned skin, just slightly above the stitches in his cheek.

" for me, i... i-i th-think it started that night when w-we couldn't sleep a-a-and y-you let me sit beside you. i-i ended up falling asleep on you. " a soft giggle leaves her now. " that was the m-moment i began to have feelings for you, dabi. "

couronnez​: 

The fine Italian restaurant he has chosen for the occasion is just perfect for a date an apologetic invite to drink a cup of coffee turned dinner, the view breathtaking through the tall windows, city lights glimmering in the distance.

❝ Only every now and then. The food is excellent but I don’t have the time to eat out. ❞

If she knew more about his eating habits, she’d be devastated, he figured because Vasily doubts anyone manages to eat more junk than he does. He is lean and athletic, his build does not betray him. Broad shoulders, narrow hips, a muscular chest. The picture perfect portray of a Lantsov as his mother used to say.

❝ Please, pick whatever you’d like. The pasta is phenomenal. ❞

He returns her smile, easily summoning as much charm as he can muster while studying the menu himself. He finds himself leaning towards Seafood. Cozze? Or rather vongole? A waiter passes them by and Vasily makes a quick gesture, stopping the man in track.

❝ Could we get a bottle of Verdicchio, please? ❞

This wasn’t at all the coffee experience she expected. Is she disappointed though? Hell no! Every dish on the card looks absolutely exquisite. Even the seafood. She isn’t gonna eat any though. That would take her breath away, literally, and Vasily’s doing a great job at that already. That smile… Does he give it to all his interns? she cannot help wondering. While he asks the waiter for a bottle of wine, Ehri plunges her hand in her purse, pulling out a pill box, which she displays on the table. That way i won’t forget, she thinks. Usually, she puts an alarm on her phone but she didn’t want to disturb the date whole restaurant so she turned it off before entering the place.

❛ Absolutely. And what will we be serving you tonight to accompany such fine wine?❜ The waiter barely looks at the man. His gaze is all on the pretty brunette sitting across.  

❛ I would like a paccheri al forno, please. ❜ Ehri says, smiling at him as she puts down the card on the table. Then, she purses her lips together as she closes the menu. ❛ Um, just to be sure—— There’s no seafood in it, right? I’m allergic. I mean, it’s fine if people eat it around me, I just can’t ingest it myself. ❜ She wanted to make sure Vasily understood he could eat the seafood if he wanted, it’s just that she wouldn’t be joining him or kissing him after.

❛ No, madam. No seafood in this dish. I guarantee you it is a safe option.❜ The waiter smiles at her. The kind of smile that lets you know they are interested in knowing you, personally. That’s a bold move to do when the person you’re trying to flirt with is clearly on a date but, oh well, bold doesn’t mean wise. ❛ May i add it is a great choice. You won’t be disappointed. ❜ 

Ehri is completely oblivious. She just thinks he’s being helpful and polite, like a good waiter. ❛ Well, thank you. So far, i’m very satisfied with my experience. ❜ Another smile. A polite one. Nothing flirtatious about that but the waiter seems to read something else. Again, she’s totally oblivious. ❛ Oh! i’ll have a carafe of water as well, please. I tend to get thirsty when i’m nervous. ❜ Did she just say that last bit out loud? Yep. You did, her brain confirms as it replays the scene. Dammit. She wants to facepalm herself right now but that wouldn’t help make it less awkward. Instead, she settles for a nervous laugh while the waiter turns to Vasily, asking him his order.  

@aquariusvibes​​​   ..   [ ˡᵘˡᵘ ]    : ❛ i’m afraid that once i’ve said it, i won’t want it anymore. ❜ there was always an out from the things that struck more sharply than he'd had the taste for, a well - worn exit faded from excessive use &. summer after summer burnt out by the sun. if it wasn't always a self - centered fear, maybe it'd been just . . . a lazy, flimsy unwillingness to sticky his fingers in something he'd need to hang around to tidy, an investment no matter how brief where he'd need to care about the ending &. the 50 / 50 chance it was gonna be a bad one.

then he'd dub it a worthwhile course correction that the smile that'd jumped to yank on the ends of his lips hadn't come partnered with much more than a 𝘩 𝘶 𝘮 &. a grimacing acknowledgement, petering out the slow spin of the rusty cogs holding his brain together while unmoving eyes read the same jumble of words on his laptop words over and over, and then over again. “ not always a bad thing , ” and every word's paced slow &. deliberate, heavy to taste and like a rattling ease of pressure once they'd gone. “ so    ──  i know you get the whole thing about superposition, all that ? couldn't you say it's sort'a the 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 ? uh, it's, it's here and it's there, and then you determine your definitive position on it when you . . . speak it. when you put yourself into perspective. that can't be a bad thing . ” [ x ]