cindervivya

[cindervivya]

arcticwvlf​:

❆

Small details mattered, he thought as he pretended not to notice how his wife tensed up at the sight of the camellias. Just like he wanted. “Dry or gravy?” he asked her in preparation for the manchurian sauce. The gravy would be more fitting for dinner since it would be more filling, but giving her the choice would hopefully foster enough goodwill for Luca’s sake. 

“Luca - he’ll be gone in the morning. Worried he’ll blab?” he asked in the middle of frying the cauliflower. While he enjoyed the dish, he did find it to be rather tedious to create at home when he could easily order it via takeout. Though, he supposed that was why his wife loved the dish so much. Nothing was easy when it came to Vivya, and he welcomed the challenge. In fact, he couldn’t remember being so eager to see how someone retaliated before. “All he knows is you’re my roommate,” he added, setting the last batch of cauliflower on the covered dish to drain. “Well, a roommate I bought a stunning ring for. The very same ring not on your finger,” he pointed out, stroking the flames further.

“If you’re worried about a leak, you should instead start with the bloody vulture in the lounge,” Darius shrugged as if he found a cockroach. When they were truly alone tonight, he would have to ask her who knew about her mark. For now, he hummed along to the song playing and continued to prepare a meal that only existed in his wife’s dreams.

🜂

Taking a moment to observe him, Vivya raked her gaze over his form. Of course he was handsome, there was a reason he ended up in her bed that night. The nice hair, his cocky smirk, his hands. She liked it all, especially his neck. She wanted him on his knees with her  bare hands on his neck, while she watched him squirm under her touch as the fire from her hands consumed him to a burning husk. He’d never look more beautiful. 

But of course, that wasn’t going to be as simple. He apparently had at least one person looking out for him and who knew what was going for his job so she’d have to be smart and patient. Something she was losing a grip on as well. “Gravy.” She answers curtly, finally, after letting her supposedly lewd gaze settle back. “He better be. And no, I’ll cut out Kaz’s tongue for that.” She narrows her eyes at his roommate comment, recognizing the way he was messing with her that made her skin crawl, but she’s nonchalant anyways. “It’s at work being turned into a necklace. I’m sure the intern loved her new gift when I give it to her.” As if she was actually going to wear it when there were clearly too many people here, and he didn’t really want that from her. He liked it when she was difficult, didn’t he?

Not that it mattered what he liked either way. She relaxes, or so she acts like she is and scoffs under her breath. “Since it’s my house I’m allowed to have whoever I want over.” She arches a brow, daring him to challenge her but she’s sure he’ll say something that’ll make her want to throw the flower vase at his head- it wasn’t off the table yet. “Today’s been annoying so you can have a pass today. But I’m not taking in strays after tonight.”

[cindervivya]

ghcstmcth​:

Astrid didn’t have many friends, or any at all but perhaps if she did - she could imagine it being Vivya. After all, Vivya was someone that always left her amused in some shape or form. She had long been acquainted with her name given that they once both existed in the upper echelons of society. But where Vivya was born into her position of wealth and power, Astrid had clawed her way up toward it. And thus fundamentally, there were several differences that separated the two. But even so, at the basic of certain principles, they weren’t that different from one another. 

She couldn’t help but snort at the faux offer that the rich girl extended. She’d be damned to be stuck in a corporate cubicle working like a mindless drone. Or at least that’s how she pictured life outside of the tracks. She’d probably throw herself off a building much sooner than give into the mundane routine. “You’d wish, no way in hell will you ever see me doing whatever the fuck your type of people do,” she used one hand to grip on the steering wheel while the other shooed off the idea as if it was a buzzing fly.  

Ah her choice had reaped its benefits. She couldn’t help but smile, pursuing her lips together as she glanced over, eyes ablaze with sparkles and shine. She looked at Vivya as if she was Santa Claus. “Mhm, about 50 grand?” She didn’t think the sum would be that much of a big deal to a woman who was most likely worth billions. 

“Also,” she sped the car up with her foot, just for the thrill. “I’m in need of a place to crash tonight. Last I recall, you have a swanky house up in the gardens don’t you?” Astrids face was all grins and smiles. After all, at this very moment - Vivya’s life was in her hands. 

🜂

“Shame, I’d treat you better as an employee.” Vivya scoffed, though she wasn’t lying. She was a much different person at work. While her reputation wasn’t unknown to her staff, they also knew the perks of the job came with not digging too deep in her personal life because well... maybe at the bottom of an empty mine were ghosts of people who wronged her. “You’d like it, I’d make you do some crazy bullshit like deep dive for opals, or whatever it is you waste your time with these days.” It was the closest to amicable they could get right now, and maybe Vivya should stop offering the cold shoulder to everyone. She needed to build a good group of supporters, of people who were on her side. She could use them, somehow.

Vivya rolled her eyes at the gleam in Astrid’s. “Christ, don’t look at me like that.” She mumbled, already uncomfortable at the idea of Astrid actually thinking of her like that- it was much easier being disliked. Fifty grand wasn’t insignificant... to someone else. And Vivya wants to pretend it’s such a hassle, but she simply sighs deeply, as if the very notion was annoying. “Okay. You’ll get it in the morning.” What bullshit. But it beats walking home.

“Do you have any shame?” She asks, aghast, though she knew she was just being dramatic. Even her face was irritating, Vivya wanted to wipe the smile off Astrid’s face and yell at her for having the audacity. But, there was more to it. The possibility that she was found out in front of too many people without any way of leaving to be doomed with grace was a possibility in the back of her mind that frightened her.

But alas, having people outside would draw more attention and if she left Astrid out, then Vivya couldn’t use another favor from her. So with a rub of her temples, she nodded. Plus, Astrid would’ve kicked her out of the car somehow anyways. “Fine. You owe me, though. And I will be collecting the favor... later. Not yet, I may be able to use you.”

[cindervivya]

arcticwvlf​:

❆

Despite the announcement of a monster being on the loose, Darius had continued his trek back to the penthouse at an even pace. Though his new dwelling made the commute to Millions Square a hassle, the distance was a blessing in disguise tonight. As if he would buy groceries from anywhere near the square. If he did, he suspected she would accuse him of poisoning her (where’s the imagination in that?).

Instead, the man had other plans tonight in mind for his beloved wife. Vivya had set her security settings to the highest tier, but the same couldn’t be said true for those she entertained. “Gobi manchurian actually,” he corrected, his face settling into his usual smirk at the sight of the inferno before him. “Do you like the flowers?” he asked, tilting his head towards the vase of camellias on the dining table. A supposedly harmless gesture, accompanied by a fabricated story for the florist for the last of his stock, but his message to her was clear.

“I hope you don’t mind. An old friend dropped by tonight, ” he added, words of pure innocence if not for the challenge in his eyes.  

🜂

Vivya’s gaze went past him, settling on the familiar scented dish. She looks over at the flowers, jaw setting. Motherfucker, she almost says out loud before looking over at him and his smirk. it was like he got off on this, but she’s never lost a game like this and she wasn’t about to now. It was frustrating, how she had to be on high alert even in her home and this proved no different. She’d get him back for this, that much was certain. But how was the question, would she hit back the same way or would she go for the throat right away like she was known to?

Well, looks like when this was over she’d have to scout out the Square. Something was there.

With the ring burning a hole in her pocket, she stepped closer to take a look at the flowers, her expression unreadable. He got it right, of course he did, and he even managed to know about her home set up which was unnerving. Everything about him was, his calm demeanor that said so much, the very dinner he was making. What exactly did he want out of this than her money, she had no idea and she hated it. The only thing was, all of her weaknesses died and were now 6 feet under in the cemetery. She was infallible now, no matter how hard that was to tell herself. “Is that a joke?” Of course she liked it. She liked all of it, and that made her want to scream.

“This isn’t your place where your vermin friends can ‘drop by.’ Who was it? And what did you tell them?” 

[cindervivya]

griftercricket​:

Closed starter for @cindervivya​

Timestamp: After the siren’s go off

Location: Vivya’s home. 

Kaz bolted around the corner, lungs burning and legs aching. She had fallen in the path of some sentinels. The power must be wearing off her talismans, which was just perfect. Exactly what she needed right now. They must have still had some juice in them, though, since she managed to have given them the slip. 

She needed to rest, recharge her batteries and repower her talismans. Leaning against a wall, she glanced around. In her panic, she had no idea where she had ran to, and needed to get her bearings. She recognised the street, she realised. Vivya lived here. 

Since that night, things had been more than a little strained between the two. Kaz knew she was likely the last person Vivya wanted to see, but she would rather take her chances with her then wait on the streets for the sentinels to stumble across her. As she approached the building, someone else entered, allowing her to slip in without having to push the buzzer and announce her presence.

Once she reached the front door, Kaz raised her fist. She didn’t knock, but pounded on the door, unrelenting until Vivya opened it. “Are you in there?” She called out, increasing the speed with which she banged on the door. “Open up. Don’t just leave me out here.” 

🜂

Damn this monster, why can’t they contain it yet already? Now it felt like her home was a fucking orphanage with how many people were residing, but she was at least glad it was late enough that everyone was asleep. Never mind the fact she had allowed some to stay too, she was sure she could find a way to blame someone else. And now her door was being held hostage by Kaz of all people. Why she ever thought she could have a friend like her, Vivya had no idea. But now it was clear she made the wrong choice, of course.

Maybe.

She needed to be ridiculously high to really deal with this, but alas she wasn’t and at least opening the door will make the pounding stop. So, she opens it with an annoyed look, eyes narrowing at her. “God I heard you the first knock.” She stepped aside because again, the less people that saw them together at this point, the better. 

“Was this really your last resort? What, no magic charm to help you?” She mocked, as if she herself hadn’t benefitted from those tails man before in her own way. And sure, the rational part of Vivya knew that she had no one but herself to blame for the situation she got herself into. But taking accountability was never much of her forte when it came to shit like this, and Kaz made such an easy scrape goat. 

“You can stay, but you owe me.” She raised a brow at the younger woman, her eyes giving her a once over. Ugh, to think she could’ve had fun. But she’s learned now. Maybe it was better to keep her growing list of enemies closer to her. “And don’t wake up anyone else. This isn’t a party.” And to think, she’d have more fun at one.

[cindervivya]

ghcstmcth​:

Get In

Location: Interior of Astrid’s Car Ft: @cindervivya​

The chaos had certainly been one of the more unprecedented upheavals as of recent. But Astrid had managed to successfully find an opportunity amidst the havoc. So much so that she jacked some stranger’s car. While the upholstery was certainly lower quality than what she was accustomed to, the vehicle itself had good bones. She knew she could count on the model itself. She was in her element driving, enjoying herself despite all the panic. In the peripheral of her vision, she caught sight of a familiar face. 

It wasn’t normal for Astrid to be generous. But a thought popped into her mind. The wheels of the car skidded against the ground, pulling right to view of the woman. In all the theatrics and dramatics, Astrid slowly rolled down the windows with a photo tailored smile on her lips. 

“Get in the car.” It wasn’t really a choice, more of a demand. She didn’t mind playing white knight just for a moment. Not when there was something else she wanted. 

By the time that she did get in the car, an air of strange tension expanded through the atmosphere. As they were on their way down the winding paths, Astrid decided to cut to the chase. The nature of her true intention finally revealed. 

“So, I’m in a need of a bit of cash…” her voice trailing off as she shot a gaze in Viv’s direction. 

🜂

Vivya had found a means to get out through the crowd, knowing the only place she wanted to be was the penthouse at that current moment. How she was going to get there safely, she wasn’t too sure yet. So she decided on walking, weaving through the crowd that she was sure would distract all the Sentinels on guard, masking whatever DNA signifiers she was giving off just from existing. How annoying it was, to have to act like the other nobodies when she herself was marble carved and untouchable, at least that’s what she kept telling herself to not decay away. 

There’s a knife in her bag she keeps for moments like this, she almost pulls it out as the car rolls up besides her but she knew someone in that shitty car would’ve withered at her glare alone. Though, who it ended up being was less than idea. “If you’re going to be kidnapping me, my ransom better be ridiculously high.” She narrowed her eyes at Astrid before relenting and getting in the car. Mostly because these heels were not meant for scuffing and because she knew they had less of a chance being found out by the Sentinels like this. But something was up.

Crossing her arms in her seat, Vivya pinches the bridge of her nose with an exasperated look shot at Astrid. “Are you fucking serious?” She laughs then, incredulous and unbelieving that these were the situations she was in now. “You can work at my company, I treat my employees very well.” How entertaining it would’ve been for her to have Astrid under her thumb as well.

But, she supposed she owed Astrid now and Vivya did not like being in debt like this. Keeping silent for far too long, she finally looked over at Astrid. “How much? I’ll wire it. And then we are even.” Any other favors granted would mean Vivya had one more to collect, so Astrid better think quickly, for her own benefit of course.

[cindervivya]

niighteagle​:

Vivya wasn’t the first person that Ren had on their mind when the sirens went off.  They were more concerned with others, people who they weren’t certain could make it completely on their own if something went awry either with Sentinels or with what lurked out there still.  Which wasn’t to say that Ren had complete and utter faith in Vivya, in fact, they were certain that if she had to live off nothing for a month the way Ren had, she wouldn’t make the cut.  But, still, they had a feeling she could kick some ass and that had to count for something in all of this.  “You won’t believe this but I’m actually been at church.  Found religion, I’m a new person.”  That was both a lie and, tragically, the truth since they’ve been staying with Sukja when they needed somewhere to go that wasn’t the Gutters.  There were only so many places where they weren’t actively being hunted down one way or another.  People didn’t exactly welcome them with open arms usually.

“I would actually categorize this as an extremely inconvenient time,” they mindlessly began to mess around with some of her things, picking up a few knick-knacks before placing them back, more or less, where they belonged, “But, don’t worry.  Anyone shows up here and I’m out.”  They weren’t about to take anyone down with them.  Unless it was Charles, then they’d probably consider it for kicks.  It was only that they smiled a little at the joke in their head that they realized that they hadn’t actually told Vivya anything.  Not about leaving their post, what was underneath their eye patch, not even nearly dying in the Gutters before being unceremoniously rescued.

Ren shrugged as they turned to fully face her, arms soon crossed over their chest.  “You have a tell when you’re lying but, I’ll let it go.  I haven’t been reachable, anyhow.”  Still, they would’ve loved the amusing delight of watching Vivya marry herself off.  It was only with her next comment that their face contorted into a pained shock.  “I don’t look like shit.  I’ve been told that long hair suits me so fuck you.”  They barely resembled themselves, between how thin they had gotten, the eye patch and the facial hair, they certainly didn’t look like they once did.  The look dissipated quickly though as they took the glass, they had never been one to take Vivya’s brutal honesty to heart, “I just opened your window, it wasn’t that hard. There’s a whole thing going on out there, has everyone up in arms.  Did I get caught doing what?  Breaking in?  I don’t think security is around, Viv.”

🜂

Vivya smirks slightly, thinking either they were messing with her or Sukja had found a new recruit, and she made a mental note to tease her about her ever expanding army. Still, she plays along. “Yeah? Gonna try to spread the true god?” She rolled her eyes at the thought, narrowing them as she looked over at them. It wasn’t like they actively kept in touch when they were around, but she had been surprised by the radio silence that seemingly had occurred. Clearly, something else happened. She wasn’t nosy or sympathetic enough, but curiosity won out. “Seriously, what happened? We’ve never gone dark for that long.” She frowned slightly, taking a look at their appearance. What happened?

“And you’re right. But,” she shook her head, sighing loudly. “You can stay over. Just don’t make a mess.” She gave them a pointed look, glancing at the stuff they were putting back but her tone was lighter, showing she was kidding about the last part at least. “I don’t think anyone else will show up.” Hopefully at least, but her dearest fucking husband liked to play host it seemed. So the remainder of her peace resides in the whoever went through that door next. 

Vivya’s jaw set, rolling her eyes as they called her out. “Okay, fine. Where did you hear it from? It’s a long story.” She knew no one was about to know, but she had her exceptions. If Bibek was still alive, even he wouldn’t know. “Yeah, I noticed.” She raised a brow wondering what exactly happened. She figured it was similar to her, only she wasn’t running. She should, but at least her gloves were advanced enough to look and feel like her own hands when she wore them. So, she could pretend everything was normal, even if everything was falling apart. “Yeah maybe if you used conditioner.” She snorted, grinning as she gestured towards the stairs. “Which you’ll use here at least. And then you can eat.” Part of her was being genuine, the other part knew she’s earned a favor in the future and if Ren was mostly the same still, she would be able to use one from them. Taking a sip, she rolled her eyes. “I know, it’s annoyed. The sirens could stop. Next tie you could call or something. Obviously some shit’s happened so you’re in some sort of trouble, aren’t you? Wouldn’t want to get dragged down with you.” Her way of showing concern, at least.

[cindervivya]

[cindervivya]

niighteagle​:

Closed starter for @cindervivya​ !! location: her fancy flat.

It was when they made several sharp turns and a few confusing moves that they found themselves at a familiar spot.  It had been a little over a month since the last time that they had bothered to meet up with Vivya and now that sirens signaled that something was in the streets, they couldn’t imagine that now was the time to visit.  And yet, they scanned the building for Vivya’s penthouse.  A few seconds passed as they waited to be certain that no one had followed them before they stepped out of the darkness. Reflexes kicked in the second that they found the correct one.  There should be security guards posted up in various areas to ensure the safety of people like Vivya Adhe and yet, here they were.

Besides, it wasn’t the first time they had broken into this particular building.  Vivya’s was one that they were familiar with in a different way, though.  They never broke in with a targeted list of instructions which made things a little less awkward for them.  They had never truly learned how to knock on her door like any other person would but, the charm was that now they had no choice.  If they wanted to visit anyone, it had to be like this.

Their body jerked slightly as they heard a noise and their hand almost slipped from it’s position which would’ve caused them to either break the window or the tool that they were currently using to open it.  When neither appeared to be the case, they continued albeit a little bit quicker in case a Sentinel or someone else, pray tell, might be lurking around the area.  Once inside, they closed the window and began to tour the first room.

Everything looked the same.  They could’ve closed their eyes and found their way around with ease but, instead, they lingered for a little while more before they began to search for Vivya.  “Where the fuck are you?” They called out.  Mostly to alert her to their presence.  They didn’t believe that she would be concerned about the apocalypse that had been let loose upon the streets of the city.  Her crises were the kind that lingered in the latest fashion trends, not certain death.  It was fine, though, because they didn’t care either.  “I heard you’re fucking married, by the way.  Don’t think I’m letting that go,” their voice quieted from a careful shout to a serious tone once their eyes located their target, “Could’ve at least told me.”

🜂

“For fucks sake...” Vivya murmured, hearing Ren’s voice. How long had it been, and now they were here showing up in the middle of this... bullshit? She couldn’t care less there was some monster out there, so long no one suspected her of being one as well. The Sentinels had her on edge, but she was hoping that she was safe in the penthouse. Turns out, she had more company. Great.

Exiting the study, she stepped through the place before finally finding Ren, with her arms crossed. “Where the fuck have you been?” She ignores their wedding comments yet she makes note to chew out Darius for spreading it somehow, because of course it had to be his fault. Never mind the fact people talked, or that Kaz was there, or that there were legal records. Fuck, she needed a divorce. “How convenient of you to show up now of all times.” She wasn’t really angry though, despite her usual demeanor. In fact, she was glad they were okay, but what the hell? 

Waking up, had began to feel like she was stuck in a bad time loop, but much worse. More people were clearly finding out, and while it was no one of much importance, the fact Ren heard was making her nervous. If this got out, what was next? She could deal with her parents not approving of her choices, she knew Izna and Kiran would have plenty to say but this was more than that. Bibek would’ve never been in her position, he would’ve never even been around someone like that, and it felt like every time she put out one fire, another would ignite.

Speaking of which... “Who told you that? It’s a lie but I could destroy them for spreading slander.” Her eyes narrow at them slightly before her nose scrunched up. “You look like shit.” She stepped towards them, but kept moving to the liquor cabinet where she poured them both out a glass of whiskey, handing them the other glass. “How did you even get in? The world is ending out there.” She scoffs, though she’s amused as she nods her head at them. “You didn’t get caught did you?” Obviously not, but that was her being concerned. A rarity so few were rewarded with.

[cindervivya]

where: Vivya’s Penthouse when: lockdown who: @arcticwvlf

Vivya wore thinly veiled annoyance well, like her designer silks draped across her body. But beneath the surface laid fear-- fear of her own fucking world-- of the sirens and Sentinels looming the streets. The shelter in place order put her on high alert, knowing there was no way she was going to get caught tonight while she still had her own messes to deal with. These were things she could resolve, if only certain people would bend to her will already.

She’s close to the penthouse already luckily enough, and no one dared to look her in the eyes as she stepped through the building, heels clicking in her wake. She anxiously tapped her foot in the elevator, the monster and heightened security on her mind and coming home only made matters worse. Her dearest husband in her kitchen cooking like he owned the place. “Are you making a mess?” She crossed her arms, watching him from the archway. “Unfortunately, we’re stuck inside tonight.” 

[cindervivya]

Biography || Headcanons || Wanted Connections || Pinterest || Playlist || Sample

BASICS.

Full Name: Vivya Fallon Adhe 

Age: 30

Gender: Cis female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Family: 

Parents: Aadesh Adhe (father) and Hanita Adhe (mother)

Siblings: Kiran (38), Izna (35), Bibek (deceased, 32)

Zodiac: Aries sun / Scorpio moon / Leo rising

[cindervivya]

NAME : Vivya Fallon Adhe

AGE : 30

PRONOUNS : She/Her

LOYALTY : Rogue

FC :  Tanaya Beatty

ROLE & MARK : Cinder Fox

✗ SNAPSHOT ┅

Cradled in luxury by a family whose pockets could claim her into noble birth, she grew up spoiled but capable. There existed a shadow of her brother before her, but it bothered her not. It was when he was gone, a void was left behind. With nothing better to occupy her mind, she dove into the conquest of victories and gathered each with pleasure and pain. Her confidence soured, marred by hopeless agony as the mark appeared. With the touch of her fingertips she can generate fire that can catch onto anything. Though touch is her limiter, control is also the mental handicap that forces her to wear gloves to discipline her own mastery.

✗ BIOGRAPHY┅

You are a beast of opulence, prowling your self-declared territory like a jeweled creature flinging its luscious tail of symbolic decadence and taste. Born into a respected family,  free from the burdens of the first born. You let yourself be spoiled. But no one would know of the twisted feeling that hid behind your delicate features. That well masked emotion that stirs your lips into a triumphant smile as you look down into the pain and humiliation in the faces of others. Those whose failures place them below your stiletto heels could not possibly understand how you relish victory more violently now than the child version of you ever did. Pride was built into you early. Your family taught you to wear  their noble-blooded credence, a pungent armor that makes itself known and forces recognition on those around them. You shined and you shine beautifully still, but it’s the sheen of an expensive fox fur coat wrapped over the sadistic grin of a haughty woman. You seek to burn more brightly than any, a flaming matchstick upon first igniting. Unlike the slow burn of a candle, you want to remain in that magically timeless hot red fire, never really reaching an earlier nor longer end. 

But you were not always at the summit. The same blood that rushed through your veins flowed calmly through his. You were a mere petulant doll of a child wearing your temperament like a golden diadem for all to see, while he had grown into manhood with the effortless and tasteful elegance of the favorite child. You were both the youngest of the brood and yet he stood with the eldest. Perhaps had he not been a paragon of nobility your father would not have seen the beast in you by contrast. Perhaps had he remained in existence he could have still held your mother’s approving hand and turned her tender gaze towards him. Only then would she not have turned her icy glare upon you. With him gone, your parents had suffered the loss but so had you. It was your greatest defeat. The perfect brother that would melt away the piled snow with each radiant step so that your lithe and determined steps could easily follow and seek to match his pace. Without him you had nothing left but the summit he once inhabited. You would take it and guard it like a feral predator defending its cub. Your parents could keep their limited podium on which one of your siblings could pretend to be as great. The world had other victories to offer. 

And so your silks flutter in the wind as you walk through royal gatherings feeling no fear. Neither royalty nor prophecies matter to you as you stub out a cigarette on the sleek steel of a machine. The feared sentinel watching you prowl for the strong willed as you seek to turn them meek. You used to love the cold indifferent machines as if they’d replaced the Greek marble statues of chiseled nude men. A different kind of audience to your usual schemes. Until one day your skin burned red and upon its perfect smoothness there lay a shape. A symbol. A mark. And your world changed. You used to wear gloves to keep away the dirt and cheapness of others off your skin, but now the gloves have become a necessity and source of fear. Now the gloves serve to keep away your touch off other people’s skin.

✗ SOCIAL NETWORK┅

Arctic Wolf: In the bouncing lights and booming bass of the club you danced your way to the bar. He unexpectedly caught your attention with his gentlemanly manner that promised mischief in a way none of the rich egomaniacs around you had ever achieved. You took his offered drink, he pulled you towards the dance floor, and under the neon lights of a speed wedding chapel you both said yes. With a hellish hangover and a bitter taste of defeat, you woke to find the nobody next to you was just a city pleb. You adamantly seek a divorce, but the fool refuses to give it. Seeing his game in play, you became unafraid of fighting with your own talons. You swore that the next defeat would be his. And just like that you dance the tango of one challenge after another, one loss, one victory, and so on endlessly. Your satisfaction rests only in your undeniable triumph. He’d pay. 

Blood Bat: A friend of your father’s could not have inspired a fatherly warmth even if they had tried. Your father was hardly a parental figure. Rather, he saw his children - your brother in particular - as the next big investment. Just like him, there was no comfort in Blood Bat’s eyes, merely greed. You were safe for awhile, until your brother was gone from the picture. Your father and your godfather were two and the same. After years of disinterest, upon your growing ability to multiply money his eyes of greed began to show. Blood Bat saw your lack of restraint and moved his parasitic target from your father and onto you. You let him take aim towards you and let the competition begin. And when his face twists with pain yours will distort with joy.

Spider Strings: She was freed from such a young age. Thrown into the Gutters to meet her end yet she lived. More than that, she walked out of it with such mastery and control over her ability with such a quiet fortitude. It makes you want to throw her off a cliff. A pang of admiration flares your jealousy into a scream that makes you want to rip the delicate gloves off your fingertips. But you will not be defeated and refuse to let her see your shame. So you fluff the collar of your recently purchased dress and fiddle with the jewels on your ears because fuck quiet confidence when you can flaunt yours in her face.

✗ CINDER FOX IS PLAYED BY MISHA┅

[cindervivya]

[cindervivya]

“I’ll swallow my blood before I swallow my pride.”

— Al Capone (via sometypeofblog)

[cindervivya]

[cindervivya]

Tanaya Beatty in Through Black Spruce (2018)

[cindervivya]

the seven deadly sins | wrath

uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage, and even hatred.

requested by @x-i-a-t