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CLOSED STARTER for @blucfeathcrs
➥ Vanya had been staring at the wall, the book in his hand utterly discarded. He could have been sleeping from any observer's point of view, if it wasn't for the lit cigarette in his other hand. How long had he been there was anyone's guess, the world had just melted away from him. Getting closer, there would be obvious signs of concentrated thought across his face, creases in his forehead, eyes narrowed and sharp at the wall. Whatever took up his thought in the moment, had him in a chokehold. Perhaps it was his estranged brother, maybe it was the book he had been previously reading, or maybe it was something entirely too grand scheme, his place in the world, where he was at in it.
Too many variables perhaps for someone who didn't know him, which is why his whole face softened when he heard footsteps approach the stairs he sat on; always about leaving a good first impression, that's how you stayed alive. Blue eyes met the other's face, studying it a bit - what felt like a very heavy silence - he began to shift to move. "Sorry, do you - the stairs. I'm blocking them, huh?" Vanya hated how his voice couldn't possibly hide the simple fact that he was loaded.
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⎯ It was the day or sort of Alex would arrive from his trip, he warned her he would be out for a few days for work. Elizabeth brought the twins to his place too. The twins were making themselves comfortable, Liz picked them up early from the daycare, she didn't want to be alone with her thoughts and she would rather have the noises and mess from her babies. Whilst she was checking on their backpack, if they hadn't forgotten anything, it was everything in order. The two-year-olds were running around the living room, playing 'catch'. She also checked the daycare's schedule to see, if there were any upcoming events. It seems a new event organized for parents and babies. Liz didn't want to show up, but she would talk to Alex and let him know what he thinks. She turns on his TV, puts on Disney +, and puts on Aristocats. When Beau rushed passing in front of her, she grabbed him and pulled him closer to her, he was laughing, and she kissed his chubby cheek wrapping him between her legs not allowing him to run, and she did the same with Lilou. And kissed her chubby cheek, then she freed them and they both sat by their mother's side. Liz got her phone and was scrolling in the TikTok the for you page, until the twins heard the noise coming from the door, both of them left her alone on the sofa, and she watched where they went. 'Dadaaaaa!' Both twins said in sync, in the door anxious to see their father, clapping their tiny hands. Liz checked on the watch the time, and much to her surprise it was Lydia Calder. Alex always told her about his sister, and how he loves and adores her. There was a slight disappointment in the toddler's 'We want Dada!' Lilou said with a pout, and they went back to Liz. ❛ Hiii! ❜ She blushed at the sight of the brunette, and her hands rested on the toddlers who were hugging each of their mother's legs. ❛ I thought it was Alex. ❜
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#blucfeathcrs#( — lydia calder. )#purple is both twins talking @ the same time#** pink is lilou talking#tw: anxiety mentions
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—it has been a long while since the last time something went wrong for him during a mission. the last time had probably been one of those he was going through withdrawal symptoms; having no patience, and making rushed, reckless calls. and that was years ago. since then everything has always been well thought out, planned, perfectly executed; every detail studied to a fault before the actual hit, no matter the chosen method. tonight, however, despite the result being the desired one, he couldn’t count it as another successful mission; the target’s companion moved at the very last moment as he squeezed the trigger, getting them both killed and the glass of the window shattering with a deafening sound, alerting everyone inside ( as well as the whole fucking block, no doubt ). no matter how pissed he was by this outcome, the fact remained the same; his position could have been compromised and he had to get out of there immediately.
Alexander is always very meticulous when he works, and hates the mess, so gathering the equipment took mere moments; and there was no other trace left behind to indicate who was responsible for the hit. still, he couldn’t be seen leaving the building, so he used the back door and moved through the shadows, deciding on a whim that the safest option at present was to head to Lydia’s apartment which was located very close —and he could hear them, being loud as they rushed out, searching, looking for the suspect, for any clues.
ascending the emergency staircase after breaking in through the back door, he made his way to her floor, didn't turn on the light in the hallway but easily found her apartment. knocked on the door and waited, hoping that she would answer even if it was well past midnight. ( @blucfeathcrs )
#— the torture of small talk ;; interactions —#long post //#— lydia calder ;; interactions —#— blucfeathcrs ;; —#//dont mind the gif not matching hahah
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#— i've found a lot of horrors in the light ;; musings —#— ft. lydia calder ;; —#//future tho not still ic relevant yet ahhaa
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