#🌵 striker's saloon 🗡 | one bullet in the chamber; breath easy take your aim serpent; l'm right by your side

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"I'mah go into the basement with snacks!"

Referring to

“It's all perfect but the snacks are much enjoyable on my leather couch!”

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lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship

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Your husband is being stolen

“Would you elaborate on that? Do you mean kidnapped or seduced?”

“The information is crucial for the amount of graves needed; I'm sure you can understand.”

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“Funny how I am literally possessed by Hellfire and oh it wanted to hurt him numerous times. Badly. And somehow I still managed to hold onto self control to never lay a claw on him while my own powers are consuming my sanity.”

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Her head spun as if the ground was pulled from her, her shaky stand only realized after the bone white haired sister reached up to steady her.

“And you thought I'm happily marrying some scum by free will.” how much the angel actually knew about her? To assume such thing...

“I didn't file a divorce after what happened because I felt responsible, remorseful by the idea of hurting you while I was intoxicated. Fully knowing the danger of such situation because politically speaking, it doesn't look so bright does it?” her voice gained power at last

“I waited for you after every extermination, for comfort because who else would I turn to? Were you there?”

“When my power, my possession tries to tear me apart, shatter my sanity and make me question reality: were you ever there, facing the monster that was put into me against my will?”

“Have you ever stayed long enough to get know of my past and my soldiers?”

“Have you pulled shards of blessed weapons out of my body despite my hellfire blood? Stayed during the healing process?”

“When I buried my warriors, I grieved the loss of my family WERE YOU THERE?! ”

More rhetorical questions fired, more her bitter rage flared, only noticing now how alone she was.

“When that TV headed shitdick shot at Heaven, what was my immediate reaction? Giving you shelter and protection in my own fucking house, knowing it could get my family killed. I-I risked my family for you.” and for what? The realization sank in brutally, just like that blade with a gemstone littered hilt.

Rozália unfolded the divorce paper again, her lips fixed in a vicious sneer as she violently signed it. A second thought and the 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 was added before her name to fully drive the point across.

“The cowboy, Striker had done everything I asked you about. I love him, I am going to marry him, be happy with him and I don't care who I have to kill for it. You are no better than the leering Austrian soldiers who watched me die.” and the General tossed the signed paper to the Archangel's feet with disgust at the realization

“Get out of my sight.”

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Rozália recoiled like she’s been shot, sure as hell it did feel like it.

“So…for months this is what it takes you to visit me.” dry humor wet from the held back tears; this day was quite exhausting both physically and emotionally

Yet her mind, oh the brilliant mind of War never took a rest. Her relationship with Striker was extremely private due to both of their professions and her fears of her enemies harming him to cause her the utmost pain. He was skilled, knew when to lay low, was familiar with the open time windows, just like her.

“Since when do you know?” she asked nonchalantly, almost as if she wasn’t fully aware of the question; if for long that meant her wife instead of comforting her, decided to spy on her frequently with extreme care to the details.

“Since today.” Raia cut in before Gabriel could answer, making Rozália’s thoughts come to a screeching halt

Crimson gaze snapped up to the eldest, silently demanding immediate explanation, which was gladly given.

“You were drunk out of your damned mind, we couldn’t deter you from anything without hurting you. So when you got into a screaming match with that fucker about cowardice about how you weren’t one for rejecting his proposal with a fucking dick ring and accepted it, I asked Raia what the bloody fuck can we do which didn’t involve a bullet in his head.” Karma growled, bearing the serpent’s gaze flickering between confusion and fury along with an emotion much darker

“So I was told the additional information as only I can safely and quickly travel between realms. Raia hoped it would be enough as a last ditch effort to get her here. And as it turned out, it was.” the youngest spoke and Rozália’s world shattered at the implications

“You…were you aware what was happening?” she asked her wife, silently praying to whatever being would listen to her that Gabriel wasn’t. She couldn’t bear the thought of such backstab mixed abandonment, the divorce settlement being an extra twist of a knife, severing the arteries instead a clean stab into her heart.

Gabriel didn’t say anything in response to that, merely looking away once more in shame. Before she could answer Raia beat her to it. However she did silently nod as confirmation.

The Archangel listened, eyes widening at the new information that had been revealed to her. She at least Rozalia was drunk but she was still unaware of what exactly transpired. Nor did she care to spy or find out. Despite Rozy’s suspicions she was cooped up in her room this whole time. Unwilling to venture out or even speak to any of her siblings when they tried to reach out to her.

“Not exactly…” She murmured, her voice barely above that of a whisper. “I was only aware that you were drunk and but that was after the marriage.” Even then, she knew her so-called excuse was a poor one. She could have come down to ask Rozalia herself, to confirm what she had been told. She should have come down just to see if she was alright. 

But she didn’t. 

And because of what? Shock? Jealousy? But even if those feelings still lingered, Gabriel regretted her lack of action. Not that there was much she could do about it now. The damage had already been done.

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“Little eager, aren't you sweet Desert Rose~?” came the rich, entertained rumble at her love's excitement

“And what would you like to confess?” lips stretched wider at the tease, oh she could play for days

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Rozy: I'm not prize when it comes to relationships, I shouldn't get involved-

Rozy: An Italian pimp ex husband @heyslutsitswinter /@winters-club , an Archangel ex wife @infernal-feminae and with a current cowboy assasin fiance @strikers-saloon later

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absolute love corrupts absolutely

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The Legion's unsaid secondary function was something akin tp how police supposed to function; although they hadn't had the capacity to take care of lesser crimes, only to snuff out mayor ones or keep them from escalating. And when sirens began blaring without Rozália's slightest knowledge of why, her own alarms went off, leaving her standing like a sculpture in her office window, eyes scanning the streets with burning intensity.

A flaming wreck was nothing new or outstanding in this ring, but the being fleeing from it- Dread. The same one she felt in that cursed valley of Vértes before her family was butchered. The cold chill crawled down her spine as she stared unblinking and frozen at the scenario. The unseen bounds snapped as her hellish oath exploded into her mind.

"Eljött az idő, ugye?" (Time has come, yes?) Marcell asked with resignation but not with regret

Her reply was wordless, reaching the weapon decorated wall in two sides, adding her impressive recurve bow to her arsenal along with a smaller crossbow locked in her drawer.

Rozália hadn't discarded her signature cape yet, her authority was the perfect cover and more effective than sneaking in the shadows for now. She followed the trail with confidence and a brief nod when the other law enforcement willingly granted her access and provided direction. After all: she was the perfect weapon. The Doom Duelist. Who else would be more capable of handling this situation?

She descended into the darkness of the streets, sealing her fears, her helpless fury behind a stone cold mask. Her steps' sounds unmistakable, confident, steady metallic clacks echoing in the empty street.

Until she heard frantic calls for backup because the suspect has been found and cornered.

“That won't be necessary.” voice unwavering as she took the final turn to face the scene

"Commander Véghváry? Oh, in that case" the officer -the soldier from whichever royal house she didn't care to identify now-, switched off the radio. Just as anticipated.

“Keep an eye on him while you fill me in about this whole chaos the officers caused in this ring. I'm sure he won't try to move.”

Rozália's tone remained professional, she only could hope Striker could understand the double edged meaning behind her last sentence.

She slowly maneuvered herself behind the officer as he rambled, her mind blocking out the noise to concentrate.

“Conqueror dividit. Bellum caedes. Fames devorat. Mortem advenes in celeri alis.” Fluid Latin fell from her lips, the previously concealed crossbow lighting up with holy silver.

"Commander-" was all he could get out before she eagerly sealed her fate with firing the holy arrow with expert precision.

“Not Commander. Hussar General Véghváry of the 1848-49 Revolutionary War.”

Rozália spat at the dissolving corpse, ignoring the Hellfire's shrieking trashing in her body due to the previous stunt which...might be repeated until they reach her house.

“Told you, swore to you that they will be dead before they could lay a hand on you.” her mask cracked, but the time gained wasn't enough for a proper reunion.

“Follow me, if it goes smoothly we can reach my house without further trouble. In case of a similar situation, let my authority blind them before the crossbow bolts do. Try to act normal if we run into civils. The luggage is because you're moving in, in case anyone is nosy enough. I trust Ferenc and the others are on their way to provide multiple distractions.”

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🐍𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕍𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪🏜

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She couldn't remember the last time she was truly happy. The cause of her radiance wasn't the invitation to such grand event -she could care less-, but spending quality time with her love.

Rozália moved with grace, fluidity of a serpent just like her mask indicated, the sanguine velvet fabric of her dress trailing behind her. She knew she should be paying attention to every movement, attendant, every little detail in the background; but not today. Not this time.

“The first dance is yours.”

Her fingers gently brushed over his knuckles, her excitement heightening upon hearing the familiar notes of Whatever Happens.

“Doesn't matter if you aren't a born dancer, I can lead. Grant me this, Desert Rose” she whispered lovingly

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You deserve a lover ...

You deserve a lover who wants you disheveled, with everything and all the reasons that wake you up in a haste and the demons that won’t let you sleep.

You deserve a lover who makes you feel safe, who can consume this world whole if he walks hand in hand with you; someone who believes that his embraces are a perfect match with your skin.

You deserve a lover who wants to dance with you, who goes to paradise every time he looks into your eyes and never gets tired of studying your expressions.

You deserve a lover who listens when you sing, who supports you when you feel shame and respects your freedom; who flies with you and isn’t afraid to fall.

You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry.

Frida Kahlo

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“I love you”

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Rozy, who was the head of the security for royals' weddings and doesn't have the faintest idea actually how the process goes:

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Sooooo Rozy is engaged-

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