#fortislumen ˛ dimitri volkov.

[belayadeath-goner]

DIMITRI VOLKOV: you're looking rather beautiful tonight. @fortislumen

it wasn't their first nightly rendezvous, and it wouldn't be their last, however different each time. there are only so many places they can go, confined to the facilities here - all presumably underground, from what she gathered. “ sorry i couldn't pick out anything nicer to wear, i don't really have any clothes. ” she glances down at the dark grey jumpsuit she's wearing; their clothes weren't theirs, simply dressed in whatever kept them recognisable here - the name tag 'subject #7' printed on the suit. “ though i suppose you never did mind that. ” she smiled, coyly, before closing the gap between them. “ Я нашел выход. ” >> I FOUND A WAY OUT. “ we could leave for the night. be back before dawn. no one would know. ”

[archived-swallowedblood]

the cafe’s busy around them,   people buzzing about and minding their own business.   safe to say they weren’t there just for pleasure.     ❛❛     for someone trying to blend in,   you’re doing a poor job.     ❜❜     if he looked well enough,   he might have been able to catch the glimpse of a smirk.     ❛❛     what,   you lost your touch,   старикашка  ?     ❜❜

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[belayadeath-goner]

i love you, i have always loved you.   ‘ROMANTIC’ ASK PROMPTS.   FROM DIMITRI VOLKOV,   at @fortislumen.

SOMETHING TICKS IN THE CAGE WHERE YOUR HEART USED TO BE,   BEATS LIKE A DRUM TO ALERT YOU OF DANGER.   he has always been dangerous,   from the moment they met,   the first time she’d landed a fist against his steel jaw,   their first kiss,   and now,   decades later when what they’d had was now but a bittersweet memory.   his confession may have been better received had it not been admitted at an hour of chaos and violence   ––   though it was foolish of bianca to think they could ever have anything but.     ❛❛   i know,   ❜❜     she admits quietly,   a certain sorrow bound to her ever word.   she wants to say it back;   knows that it’s the truth,   but in the end,   what difference would it make?     ❛❛   but the world was never on our side,   любимый ⁽¹⁾.   ❜❜