@vi0lnt Asked: " YOU'RE LIVING ON BORROWED TIME ALREADY. " Viktor Romanov + Yelena Belova,

@vi0lnt asked: " YOU'RE LIVING ON BORROWED TIME ALREADY. " viktor romanov + yelena belova,

                Funny    how    she    thinks    he    cares.    The    man    truly    does    not.    The    only    thing    he    has    ever    given    a    shit    about    TRULY    was    his    mother    and    his    money.    Maybe    the    rest    of    his    family,    but    those    two    came    before    them.    Whether    or    not    he    is    dead,    it    doesn't    really    matter.    Well,    considering    he's    come    close    many    times    and    he's    not    sure    he    actually    can    die,    he    seems    to    live    life    to    the    fullest    these    days.    Doesn't    care    too    much    what    anyone    has    to    think    about    him    any    how.

                "    Yeah    ??    Don't    care,    really.    Find    someone    who    does,    ya    ??    "

@vi0lnt asked: " I HAD SOME THINGS TO TAKE CARE OF. " nicolette walsh + sonny corleone,

                "    Oh,    aye.    "    She    starts.    Arm    folds    over    her    chest,    a    hand    holding    a    cigarette    between    digits    as    she    stares    at    her    nails    on    that    hand.    Nick    pretends    not    to    be    bothered    by    it,    though    it's    clear    as    FUCKING    day.    She    claims    she    isn't    one    to    anger    easily,    but    being    left    out    is    a    sure    way    to    get    her    there    quick.    A    serious    case    of    FOMO,    unfortunately.

                "    And    ya    decided    t'leave    me    outta    it,    dinnit    you    ??    "

@s-unfleur asked: “You’re welcome, by the way.” / richie + seth

                "    I    HAD    it,    Seth.    "    Richard,    in    fact,    did    not    have    it.    Clearly    he    was    struggling    with    the    man,    although    quite    larger    than    even    he    was.    The    chair    over    that    mans    fucking    dome    was    well    welcomed,    though    Richard    could    never    give    his    brother    a    thank    you.    Not    when    his    ego    was    hurting    like    this.

                "    I    coulda    killed    him.    "

                Thankfully    Nick    took    the    brunt    of    their    fathers    rage,    the    assault    he'd    forced    on    the    child,    told    him    he    had    to    MAN    UP,    among    a    few    other    choice    words.    Though    after    his    murder,    their    mother    took    his    place.    And    in    more    ways,    was    crueller.    Men    were    physical,    but    women...    oh    they    fucked    with    your    head    until    they    were    blue    in    the    face.    Neither    of    the    brothers    received    love    from    her,    and    clearly    it's    fucked    them    both    over.

                He    thinks    about    it.    The    obvious    answer    is    yes.    Of    course    he    does,    he    wishes    they    had    a    loving    home,    had    been    a    real    family,    how    he    had    wished    he    hadn't    become    a    father    at    the    age    of    fucking    eight,    taking    care    of    his    siblings,    having    parents    who    had    no    business    procreating...    But    the    world    is    cruel    and    they    drew    the    short    end    of    the    fucking    stick.

                Nick,    however,    doesn't    express    this.    Instead    he    keeps    his    tough    exterior,    swallowing    the    lump    in    his    throat.    Arms    folded    over    his    chest,    shrugging    at    him    (    an    obvious    sign    that    the    man    was    lying    to    his    own    brother    ).

                "    Nah.    Don't    think    we'd    be    as    successful    as    we    are    now.    "

@thehollyverse (nickolas) said: ‘my hatred , bitterness , and judgement runs deeper than the ocean .’

❛ you & me both. ❜ it's said without a hint of humor, smile on his lips not matching the dry tone or the look in dark eyes: it goes without saying, nick was fully aware of the state their mother was in. even if they never spoke about it, for good reason. & truthfully, the abuse billy was inflicting on her wasn't half as bad as the trauma she had inflicted on them & maybe that's why they're both able to turn a blind eye to it. the trauma ran deep, & neither was willing to heal it. it didn't matter, in the end, she'd be dead soon regardless. ❛ you ever wish things were different? ❜

* i'm not looking for the meme rn I'M TIRED, always accepting.

                He    pulls    back,    eyes    finding    eyes    and    she    watches    as    he    lowers    his.    Sure,    Richard    could    lie    his    way    through    a    fucking    con,    but    with    things    like    this,    she    knows    he's    lying.    Only    because    Holly    knows    he    isn't    fine.    He    really    hasn't    been    since...    well.

                Brows    furrow    as    she    inhales,    head    tilting    just    slightly    to    one    side    (    was    it    genuine    curiosity,    or    a    tease    ??    ).    She    isn't    a    mind    reader,    but    Holly    is    smart    enough    to    put    two    and    two    together.

                "    You're    hungry.    "    She    states.

hands are glued to her hips, fingers digging into her skin just above the waistband of her skirt. breaths are slow, steady as he shuts his eyes. he doesn't remember the last time he was okay, mind a mess of broken pieces that he was still gluing back together. he doesn't burden her with it though, instead opting to listen to her heartbeat: like a calming drug, though it also sends a hunger pain through his body.

❛ i'm fine. ❜ that's a lie. fingers grip her tighter, almost strong enough to leave bruises in their wake. he pulls his head from her chest to blink up at her. ❛ just . . . ❜ he doesn't finish the thought, tongue wetting dry lips as his gaze settles on her pale neck: scars that had already healed only make the pale flesh more enticing.