#* kosta 〳thread

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@vvhimsicals gets  a  closed   starter   !  muse  : kosta laaroussi . 28 . professional mixed martial artist + kickboxer + former criminal

feeling  the  soothing  and  refreshing  sensation  of  the  clear  liquid  cooling  off  his�� insides,  kosta  downed  the  water  with  ease  until  there  was  less  than  half.  he  exhaled  as  he  pulled  the  bottle  away  from  his  lips,  "  sorry,  "  the  word  fell  from  his  lips  as  he  felt  a  it  humiliated.  unable  to  say  much  to  the  other  besides  the  words  '  water  '  upon  his  arrival,  but  eventually  gained  all  his  wind  back.  "  fuckin'  loose  dogs.  "  he  lied.  standing  straight  to  his  fill  height,  the  martial  artist  had  a  grin  that  was  barely  visible  as  he  finally  got  a  clear  view  of  what  truly  keeps  him  going.  one  that  he  couldn't  look  away  from.  "  hey.  "  the  hint  of  tenderness  complimenting  the  natural  rasp  of  his  voice.  it  could  go  one  of  two  ways,  she  could  either  throw  the  nearest  pot  at  his  face  or  smother  him  in  affection.  either  way  he  was  prepared.  although,  he  felt  like  he  deserved  the  cooking  utensil  more.

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her  body  language  was  dangerously  clear,  she  wasn’t  falling  for  none  of  his  excuses.  the  cons  out  weighed  the  pros  when  it  came  to  him  possibly  spilling  everything  from  a  to  z  to  her.  he  thought  about  it  over  and  over  but  the  thought  of  her  view  of  him  being  changed  honestly  scared  him.  she  was  the  least  judgmental  person  he  can  call  on  but  the  fear  of  loosing  her  still  anchored  his  tongue.  will  she  stop  talking  to  him?  will  she  consider  him  a  horrible  person?  dismissing  the  drowning  of  worried  thoughts  his  brain  was  sinking  under  while  his  eyes  never  left  the  beauty,  "  i'm  telling  you  i'm  fine.  i  think  you're  reading  to  much  into  it.  "  another  wave  of  attempting  to  change  the  current  topic.  she  was  right,  she  always  had  been  but  he  couldn't  let  her  know  it.  not  until  he  was  in  the  clear  with  all  ties  severed.  if  kosta  could  buy  more  time  he  would.  "  i  know  all  that.  you're  the  first  to  know  everything,  which  only  proves  my  point.  i'm  just  tired  that's  all.  after  i  get  at  least  an  hour  of  decent  sleep  i'm  all  yours,  okay?  "

there was an unspoken tension brewing between devyn and kosta, and as much as she wanted everything to be perfectly fine and dandy, she couldn't help but question what the hell was going on with kosta. she wanted their relationship to work out more than anything, but she didn't do well with secrets and lying. her glare only intensified at his weak excuse, tightening her arms across her chest even more as he spoke. eventually, she let out a sigh, leaning back against the kitchen counter now as if she had felt defeated. "i dunno, kosta... something feels off." she mumbled, no longer making eye contact with him but still wanting to get down to the bottom of things. "you know if there ever was something you wanted to tell me, you absolutely could. i'm the last person to judge here, and i just want to support you in any way i can. but i can't if there's this weird barrier between us."

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the  overall  fact  of  hiding  it  from  her  was  starting  to  weigh  on  him.  finding  something  close  to  a  white  lie  or  a  full  one  just  to  keep  her  preoccupied.  having  to  work  his  way  out  of  the  situation  he's  in  and  fighting  for  his  reputation  was  tugging  him  back  and  forth.  he  could  make  it  simple  for  the  both  of  them  and  not  keep  up  with  his  strings  of  lies  anymore,  to  finally  release  what's  on  his  chest  sounded  like  a  dream.  free  to  move  on  with  the  woman  of  his  dreams,  but  he  needed  to  clean  his  plate  first.  the  less  she  knew  the  better,  "  what  doesn't  feel  off?  "  he  attempted  to  play  it  with  humor.  holding  a  half  charmed  grin  as  he  started  to  reach  for  the  hem  of  his  soaked  shirt.  "  i  know,  i  know.  "  he  muffled  over  the  shirt  being  pulled  over  his  head  and  into  a  ball  in  his  hold.  "  i  personally  don't  feel  the  weird  barrier,  that  you're  talking  about  but  im  willing  to  work  around  it."  was  he  being  a  little  manipulative?  not  with  ill  intent.  only  to  protect  her,  he  hated  his  methods  but  it  was  worth  it  for  their  happy  ending. " everything is fine, baby [ . . . ]

there was an unspoken tension brewing between devyn and kosta, and as much as she wanted everything to be perfectly fine and dandy, she couldn't help but question what the hell was going on with kosta. she wanted their relationship to work out more than anything, but she didn't do well with secrets and lying. her glare only intensified at his weak excuse, tightening her arms across her chest even more as he spoke. eventually, she let out a sigh, leaning back against the kitchen counter now as if she had felt defeated. "i dunno, kosta... something feels off." she mumbled, no longer making eye contact with him but still wanting to get down to the bottom of things. "you know if there ever was something you wanted to tell me, you absolutely could. i'm the last person to judge here, and i just want to support you in any way i can. but i can't if there's this weird barrier between us."

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the  mountain  of  lies  were  harder  to  run  away  from  than  the  organization.  they  both  had  time  limits  and  he  was  dangerously  close  to  crossing  the  finish  line,  he  could  almost  taste  it.  it  wasn't  a  secret  that  devyn  was  insanely  intelligent,  so  underestimating  her  was  another  way  of  pleading  stupidity.  lazy  but  guilt  filled  pools  of  mahogany  stared  down  at  the  brewing  storm  herself.  somehow,  this  was  more  difficult  than  a  regular  fight  in  the  octagon.  "  i  had  to  give  extra  laps  for  being  late.  you  know  how  he  gets.  "  if  looks  could  kill,  kosta  would  have  been  a  puddle  by  now.  the  sharp  stare  from  the  femme  made  him  clench  his  jaw  and  swallow  a  lump  in  his  throat.  she  was  pissed.  "  i'm  not  doing  this  on  purpose,  vyn.  i  just—  i  got  a  lot  of  money  riding  on  me  at  the  moment,  so  time  is  all  blended  for  me.  "  another  excuse,  but  it  was  the  honest  truth.  more like dancing  along  the  lines  of  honest,  really.  a  partial  truth.  "  shit,  what  do  you  want  me  to  do?  i'm  here  now.  i'm  sweaty  as  hell,  but  i'm  here.  "

kosta was back again, and his behavior continued to raise questions and suspicions on devyn's end. what was he so winded for? did he really think he was just going to slide past this without a proper interrogation? maybe it wasn't her business to be so nosy, but the two were entangled for what seemed like ages now. she had every right to ask, mostly out of concern for him. if things were going to work between the two, honesty needed to be a staple in their dynamic. she didn't return a grin, and instead she had more of a death glare written across her face. "where the hell have you been?" she asked abruptly, brow raised. it was a simple question, but seemed like it had much more meaning behind her tone.