#* peyton reynolds. › 𝐢𝐜. ˹ interaction ˼

[curseyou]

“   fuck me,   ”      peyton cuss, tapped fists   smacking   against the mat before shifting to her feet and standing up.      “   again,   ”      she says as she reaches up to pull out the loose hair tie. she could list things that   pissed her off   more than losing on   one hand.   particularly when it was it was with someone she typically  BEAT.   pretty evenly matched, sure. it was not the first time she'd lost to sophie. but it sure as hell  was  the first time she'd lost this many times in a row.

it was an off day, she was distracted. and   she was still recovering.   ignoring the way she could feel the sound down her thigh beginning to   bleed   through it's bandage. bouncing from one leg to the other a few times in attempt to   loosen up,   she refaces the other. quickly, she fastens her back up in the tighten bun before lifting her fists again and meeting sophie's eyes.      “   come on, thomas.   i don't have all day,   ”      she coaxes impatiently, an attempt to goad her into being a little more  reckless.   desperate for a win.

@artisanals   liked for a starter to   sophie   from   peyton.

[curseyou]

pey tag drop ! stats are up, and old bio link. i'll work on verses and other things later this week. but she's my favorite girl so be nice to her (i'm kidding, she won't be nice back)

[curseyou]

“   babe, please,   ”      peyton all but pleads, both hands wrapped around his hand as she digs her heels in.  very obviously  stopping them outside restaurant that that was clearly not the fancy one he'd planned on taking her too. based on how he'd asked her to dress, she was sure wherever they were going had a wine menu longer than the dinning menu, a live pianist, and waiters wearing white gloves. however, the restaurant that had caught her attention as they walked down the sidewalk to their destination ...   was really more of a bar.   but that's not what caught her eyes that would be the axe throwing sign in the window.

still holding his hand in hers she steps closer to him,  carefully  holding his hands between their bodies as she looks to him from beneath her lashes.      “   i'm   sure   we can get a reservation for another night ...   ”      she assures, still holding his hand close as she takes a step back in attempt to guide him towards the door.

@manysigns   liked for a starter for   barry   from   peyton.

[curseyou]

“   don't fucking   try   that with me,   ”      she snaps, purposefully forcing herself into his path. from the   moment   they'd met, she'd never given him slack, and she wan't about to start now. since they'd begun their own dissent, began their   grab for power,   they'd agreed that they'd have to do more than the firelights were willing to do. it's a big reason she   LEFT.   she wanted to make a real difference, and they weren't having a big enough with them. but viktor ... well   he had plans.   and maybe she got a little swayed, but she wasn't tricked. she knew what she was getting into. she was expecting blood on her hands, hard decisions, betrayals ... but he wasn't supposed to hide things from  her.   lie to  her.   do anything that harmed  her.   or  her people.

“   what the fuck was that ?   ”      peyton asks, reaching up to grab his face and force him to look at her. whether he just didn't think it was a   big deal,   or he   didn't care   she wasn't sure. but at this point it was a bit late for that. but she needed to make sure at minimum she wasn't   blindsided   again.

@boysofprogress   liked for a starter for   viktor   from   peyton.

[curseyou]

“   ya get in my way again 'n' i'll shoot you too. don't feckin' push yer luck wi'h me, lady.   ”

“   lady ?!   ”      she replies,   incredulously.   with the gun still in play she should probably at least   think   about taking it a bit more seriously. but she couldn't get past the   l a d y   of it all. her nose wrinkles in disgust, her hands finally dropping from their pose of surrender.      “   what am i   70 ?   ”      she questions.

peyton shakes her head, face still scrunched in   d i s t a s t e   as she turns her gaze form the other woman towards the   reason   they were both there. on hand on her hip, knee popped slightly she tilts her head to the side as she   weighs   her next steps carefully before looking back to the other woman again.      “   and here i was going to offer to let   you   bring it in. out of the   KINDNESS   of my heart,   ”      she says. the words are mostly true, aside from any kindness in her heart. if that did exist it wasn't reserved or en essential   stranger   she only saw on occasion at debriefs.

@l0vebytes   messaged   peyton.

[curseyou]

blue eyes   narrow   at her name, the concern the done. she knew it all too well, and this wasn't the place for it. if she wanted to be   worried about   and   fretted over   she'd still be on leave, rather than   DESPERATELY   trying to get cleared. and unfortunately sophie wasn't the only person who seemed to think she should be worried about. because she'd been   rejected, again.   which is exactly why she was here. her assessments were just a little below where she needed to be, but she refused to believe it. and she needed to   prove it   was a stupid assessment, and she was ready to be back in the field. clearly she'd expected this to go a bit   differently.   but she wan't giving up yet.

with sophie's step forward, peyton immediately   locks in.   her lips turn up at the corners, blue eyes already   bright   with the adrenaline from the past rounds. she's   l i g h t   on her feet as she begins to slightly circle with her opponent, shifting up her strategy yet again. this time, switching up her strategy. going in with a right handed punch only to   uppercut   with her left.

for as much as sophie was a being of physicality, of muscles and movement and the stress of a body of weight, she could be starkly attuned to others’ emotions. ( and now you could tell this was not just a sparring session. ) she stands over the other, debating whether or not to extend a hand after having delivered the winning blow. it seems like not doing so may be the correct answer in this case as violence weaves between peyton's movements in actions as simple as tying up honey-blonde locks.

( you can't help the way concern drifts across you, only to be pinched between brows. ) she's begging for another round, using teeth and claws to get to it. ❛ peyton, ❜ her voice carries an edge of concern she knows the other is going to hate to hear. but there's the impatience egging her on mercilessly. an exhale as fists come up. ❛ ... alright. ❜ body is loose, in that even if agreement is reluctant. she hazards a step toward the other.