#⸻ ✧ Verse I : ᴺᵒ ᴿᵘˢˢⁱᵃⁿˑ ‘ ᴾᵃᵍᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵍᵒʳʸ ’

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To feel her nails digging into his scalp and lightly scratching it caused his fingers to twitch even more. how he wanted nothing more than to break her wrists for touching him.

Makarov would move his hand up and snap her wrist into his grasps his eyes narrowing. he was so annoyed to be touched and to hear her call him a Puta. well that just caused him to be even more annoyed.

" I do not make promises , I make guarantees , I find that making promises is something that doesn't suit my day to day needs or personality and saying forty is just nice , even though you don't deserve kindness"

DESPITE Makarov knowing who he was, he believed his death was not yet in his personal list of things to do. he would ensure that he stayed alive as long as a humanly possible just to spite not only John Price, The Task Force but EVERYONE who wanted him dead in the first place

"Death itself will come for me when my work here is done. you are not the reaper nor will I allow myself to be killed by such a бесполезная сука , You are barking up the wrong tree though. I hold hatred for those who are unworthy and you're defiantly unworthy . Both of LIFE and to be in MY SIGHTS . I would make sure you're dead before you even get to touch me "

For her to compare him to a E-Stim was something that he didn't expect however . he honestly found it just slightly fucked up of her. maybe this one was more damaged than she let on. either which way he would respond in a Scoff

" Haven't you been told not to chase the thrill. it will end up killing you "

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⸻ ✧ ALICE : In Character ‘ ᴬ ᵇˡᵉᵉᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʳᵃᵍⁱᶜ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵐᵉ ’ ⸻ ✧ ALICE : Aesthetics ‘ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴱᴺᴰ ⁱˢ ᶠᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵃʷᵃʸ ’ ⸻ ✧ ALICE : ISMS ‘ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃᶻᵉᵎ ’ ⸻ ✧ Verse I : ᴹᵉᵈⁱᶜ ‘ ᵀʰᵉ ˢʰᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵘᵖ ’ ⸻ ✧ Verse II : ᴺᵘʳˢᵉ ‘ ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ ’ ⸻ ✧ Verse III : ᴿᵉᵛᵉⁿᵍᵉ ᴰʳⁱᵛᵉⁿ ‘ ᴴᵃᵘⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵗᵃᵘⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍˡʸ ⁱⁿ��ᵈᵉ۹ᵘᵃᵗᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ ’ ⸻ ✧ Verse IV : ᴿᵉᵇᵒʳⁿ ᵃⁿᵉʷ ‘ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃᵗᵉ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵘⁿʷᵒᵘⁿᵈ ’

⸻ ✧ MAKAROV : In Character ‘ С нами бог Ад ждет тебя ’ ⸻ ✧ MAKAROV : Aesthetics ‘ ᵂᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰᵒʳʳⁱᵇˡᵉ˒ ᵖⁱᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ˒ ᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡ˒ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱᵗʸ ’ ⸻ ✧ MAKAROV : ISMS ‘ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ’ ⸻ ✧ Verse I : ᴺᵒ ᴿᵘˢˢⁱᵃⁿˑ ‘ ᴾᵃᵍᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵍᵒʳʸ ’

⸻ ✧ GHOST : In Character ‘ ᴾᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᶜᵃⁿ ʰᵘʳᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ’ ⸻ ✧ GHOST : Aesthetics ‘ ᔆʰᵒʷ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᶜᵉˀ ˒ ᴺᵉᵍᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉ ’ ⸻ ✧ GHOST : isms ‘ ᴵ ʷᵒⁿ’ᵗ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ‘ᵉᵐ… ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸ… ’ ⸻ ✧ Verse I : ᴸⁱᵘᵗᵉⁿᵃⁿᵗ ᴳʰᵒˢᵗ ᴿⁱˡᵉʸ ‘ ᴺᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗˢ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ’ ⸻ ✧ Verse II : ᴬᴸᴼᴺᴱ ‘ ᴮᵉ ᑦᵃʳᵉᶠᵘˡ ᵂʰᵒ ᵞᵒᵘ ᵀʳᵘˢᵗ ’ ⸻ ✧ Ship || Shadowtoons : ᴶᵒⁿᵃᵗʰᵃⁿ ˣ ᴳʰᵒˢᵗ ‘ ᴷᵉᵉᵖ ᵞᵒᵘʳ ᴮˡᵒᵒᵈ ᴵⁿ˒ ᵞᵒᵘ'ˡˡ ᴺᵉᵉᵈ ᴱᵛᵉʳʸ ᴰʳᵒᵖ ’

⸻ ✧ Inbox : Answered ‘ ᔆᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃˡˡᵉⁿ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ’

⸻ ✧ Dash commentary : Crack tag ‘ ᑦᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵐᵉ ’ ⸻ ✧ Blog Aesthetics : ooc ‘ ᴼⁿᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃˡˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˡˡ ʷⁱˡˡ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ’ ⸻ ✧ Vixen Speaks : ooc ‘ ᴰᵒⁿ’ᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ…ᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉʸ’ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ ’

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Her smirk only grew at his little threats, nails digging and scratching lightly over his scalp, a soft tut leaving her lips.

"Promises, promises, puta... More than forty ways to harm me? Mmh, now you're just teasing.~" Eyes darkening, head cocking subtly like a dog eyeing up a new toy, her tongue ran along her teeth, her piercing glinting from the underside of the muscle.

"You... Oh, you..." She began, taking in a deep breath, eyes locked determinedly on his own. "You know who you are. You know what you've done. You know why you deserve to die. That's why I'm here. But you know... I think I could do far worse than kill you. That hatred in your eyes, god it's like I've got a fucking e-stim on my spine. I can't kill you."

She leaned even closer, so close he could feel her breath fanning over his skin, hot and soft, "I can't lose that thrill just yet."

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To be touched by someone so unworthy it filled him with nothing but disgust and distain. It was repulsive that this woman thought she could touch him. There was a quick scoff as his eyes narrowed

"" I care oh so little about the ceiling, considering it can easily be fixed."

He'd pause for a moment as his fingers twitched. He wanted to kick her away and stomp on her until she learnt her place. But there was a time and place for such unfiltered violence and this wasn't the time nor the place

Makarov's jaw would clench as he listened to her , it felt like she were mocking him and that just caused the pit of anger and hatred in his stomach to bubble up more.

" Repulsive сука. You are playing coy with the wrong person. You're also playing a very dangerous game being so close to me. I can already name 40+ different ways I could harm you right now . Don't take me not placing a bullet in your skull as leeway to call me a good boy"

Taking a moment to breath he would attempt to ground himself. He needed to calm his anger and his hatred right now.

" Why come to a place you know that you'll never be able to escape."