#n0vembrs

[ircnwrought]

have you been keeping an eye on me? (u already know 😩) // @n0vembrs to natasha !!

__________✧         SHE     WON'T     EVER     INSULT     NOVEMBER     BY     ASSUMING     SHE     WOULDN'T     NOTICE     SHE'D     SET     UP     SURVEILLANCE.     they're    both    too    good    in    their    professions    to    even    entertain    such    a    thought.     when   the   other   meanders   into   the   shadowy   corner   the   widow   has   found   herself   in,     she   merely   turns   lazily   on   her   heel,     leveling   her   gaze   with   the   same   kind   of   casual   dismissal    reflected   back   at   her.     even    then,     she    can't    help    the    sly    grin    tugging    at    her    lips     (     whether   in   mockery   or   delight   that   the   gig   is   up,     she   can't   tell.     perhaps    a    bit    of    both.     perhaps    that    is    why    they    both    come    back    to    this    damn    flame    despite    burning    themselves    time    &&    again     )       ❛    did   you   expect   me   to   deny   it    ??    ❜     a   small   shrug   of   her   shoulder   follows.     ❛    you've   caused   quite   a   bit   of   trouble.     i've   cleaned   up   some   of   the   mess,     no   need   to   thank   me.    ❜     false   bravado   hides   real   bite.     wolves    &&    girls,     both    have    sharp    teeth.

[keepfight1n]

" lookin' to make a deal, or is this just a coincidence? "

@n0vembrs !

[luminarot]

@n0vembrs // continued from here.

Long gone are the days of heavy slumber, where a teenage Benji could sleep on through the storm without so much as a whimper. Responsibility had granted him steady schedules and a keen ear, but even light sleep has been a scarcity since he emerged from the depths. There isn't a point in wasting time on nightmares; not when he could be poring over vital research or drawing maps, plotting his way back to earth, and back to Max.

If he listens for his host's return in the meantime, it's only partial vigilance, hyper focus broken with the quiet click of the door.

Two of them creep through the darkness now; he's sort of grown accustomed to it, no shade or shadow even remotely as black as the tunnels that had swallowed him whole. With the room lit up in a lightning's flash, his tired eyes lock on the figure illuminated, and he's almost relieved to see November's familiar shape traced in an eerie glow. Almost, except for the stain drenching her torso, discoloration too vital to be missed even in the dead of night.

He could call it a nightmare if it didn't pull at his memory, harkening back to a half-dead man crawling through the mud with his guts falling out. This feels like something different, dread pinning him to this version of reality as he trails solemnly after her, worry painted in furrowed brow. It's not that he doesn't know what she does when she's away, or at least enough that he no longer asks many questions — but seeing the evidence erases that denial, one she doesn't bother insulting him with as she washes her hands of the muck.

It isn't her job that concerns him. He doesn't think of an opponent as he looks at her, or even a victim left behind at her wish; he's only thinking of November as he takes that first step into the room, unwavering as he tries to catch her eye in the mirror.

"Are you hurt?" It's the only question that matters, the only one he'll ask and keep his welcome, the only one stuck in the forefront of his mind as he reflects on the blood trail left behind. "If you are, I can help. I wasn't sleeping anyway."

[villaneile]

❛ is that a sweater attached to a shirt?   is it two separate pieces?   how does it work? ❜ [ LOADING. . . ] @N0VEMBRS.

THE TEMPTATION IS THERE : an invitation to enact total silence, all she has to do is snap the base of her neck - poke at a major artery. it's like riding a bike, the more you do it, the easier it comes. the more you want to. maybe she understands, hard to tell under that hardened shell. lots of them were like that, joylessly firing off bullets. NUMB TO THE THRILL. boring. she pledges to never do the same. her kills the only relief to be found from the days that drag on & on. endless in their monotony.

❝ why? did you want to borrow it? ❞ fingers splaying across the collared neckline before reaching out to tug at her shapeless hoodie. a silent reprimand, as if to say : you're one to talk. ❝ & where did you acquire this lovely mound of 100% cotton? ❞ she tugs playfully at the strings before giving them one harsh yank, covering the other's face.

[inbreeze-a]

@n0vembrs ... liked this.

"and when i crossed the wild, i chanced to see the break of day." when she says these words, and looks off, it's almost as if she can still see dawn falling over the hills. but she is just staring at one of many concrete walls. sometimes, she took the rebellion's lack of decoration as a personal offense. "it was beautiful. i'd do anything i could, to see it one more time."

[17goiingunder]

@n0vembrs

"You— I mean, WE don't have to do this, you know. There's still time to... back out." Not that he's scared. Not at all.

[redemptioninterlude]

@n0vembrs - november !

It's a god damned NIGHTMARE.

But almost to be expected. When did a job ever run clean, and empty of distraction? There was no plan to be made so meticulously so that you wouldn't have a handful of expected variables to deal with... a cleaning woman there outside of her hours. A drunken man stumbling into an alleyway. A RIVAL SHOWING UP in the nth hour of the night. Well. Perhaps that was a bit of an audacious claim on both of their behalves. After all - she rather liked November, didn't she? Their job already one born of brutality and one never knew if they'd live or die by the end of it all. Perhaps they were better described as gamblers than killers for hire, knowing all too well the sharp edged cruelty that could be whet against their bones with simply being in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

She gets the kill - November's satisfied smile glinting in the dark, almost indiscernible from the murky haze that settles over this place, and Sookhee has to bend for this one. Well. Good for her. There's no way for them to text, no communication at all, save, a glance, a smile. There are places one needs to hide anyways, to mark themselves with an alibi, pulling the wig she wore from her head in a bathroom stall within a restaurant, stuffing it into a bag she'd brought, the sneakers exchanged for heels, a bold stripe of liner painted on each eye now that wasn't there before. From invisible, to woman, slipping out after her hands were washed thoroughly, knowing November will be there at the bar, waiting for her token of a drink to be paid out. And she? Well, Sookhee will claim the barstool next to her, holding her fingers up to order for two. "Not bad. Looks like your sharp shooting skills have improved since I saw you last."

- @n0vembrs ( gets a new follower starter ! )

[ircnwrought]

for nat — nov is... (checks notes) 5'7 in heels... // @n0vembrs

nat would like us to know that the only reason nov wears heels is to get that extra inch over her and she's very angry about it

[belayadeath-goner]

* @n0vembrs said : do you consider us friends?

oh, what a dangerous question, urging equally dangerous answers. FRIENDS. it's better not to have friends in our line of work, is what she wants to say, but her tongue stays. for all that humanity preaches, love and friendship, the mere word itself implies emotion. weakness even, t𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚢𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕. and still she finds herself lack the ability to disregard it, for has she not been there time and again when bianca needed it most ﹙ ﹖ ﹚ the realisation seem to dawn in her eyes, and though gleaming with some light, they still bore an unbecoming tire. “  i suppose ... in a way, yes. 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾,  ” fingers fiddle with a loose thread from the sleeve of her shirt, ripping it off with a certain decision and 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 after averting her gaze from november. “  i do consider us to be friends.  ”

[luminarot]

@n0vembrs said: " we can do this however you want. "

How far they've come from the kids they used to be: worlds and lifetimes apart from gossiping in the cafeteria, from passing notes and laughing in the hall. Those people were long gone, buried in unmarked plots of memory best left untouched by sentimental thoughts of what if and could be — but even those things are a world away, bludgeoned by this state of alternate reality.

The woman before Benji is not the girl he once knew, but he's still glad to have found this version of her. Tactical gear laid out neatly between them, a familiar fiery glint in her eye as she peers over at him in anticipation, she's the mystery that he wants to know; she's the one he needs, now more than ever.

"I want it to be for real," Benji answers, meeting her gaze with determination. It almost makes him miss the rush of friendly competition. "Those things below aren't going to take it easy on me, so you shouldn't, either. Show me how to survive."

[senseibalance]

@n0vembres asked: "You two were made for each other." (THIS IS ABOUT KUMIKO) muses asking each other about the people they love.

in   his   hand,   a   photo,   a   couple   of   them   really,   all   of   the   same   subject.   him   and   kumiko,   in   okinawa,   a   few   unsend   letters.   perhaps   he   cannot   hide   it,   the   way   he   smiles   when   he   remembers   her,   or   the   way   his   eyes   long   for   what   never   was.   they   often   say,   wrong   place   right   person   and   maybe   that   applies   here,   except,   for   daniel   kumiko   had   always   been   right   and   yet,   life   didn't   work   like   that.   "i   don't   know.   .   .maybe   we   missed   our   window.   i   can't   ask   her   to   drop   everything   and   come   here   at   my   whim."

[17goiingunder]

"so, do you prefer 'kid' or 'old man'??" (happy birthday dave <3)

let’s pretend i didn’t forget dave’s birthday

“Uh— neither. How about Dave?” Still, there’s a half-smile on his face, a rare sight these days when Dave is sober. This isn’t going to last long, of course, given the fact that it is his birthday, and he’s never been one to do things by halves. “Look, mate, you do realize that we’re the same age, and whatever you’re calling me also applies to you?” He grins, as he straightens his tie with a brief glance in the mirror. “Has that ever occurred to you?”

[redemptioninterlude]

"Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of Hell?" (sookhee)

guts! the meme ( accepting ) + @n0vembrs // november

it's a whole thing, to grow up within the life. within the realisation that there are tender hooks that exist in which to hang a girl, to weather them into women. it's meant to be like aging grapes and making wine, but it's never quite so elegant for women, is it? for herself, and for november, the process is far more like CHILDBIRTH. they come out the other end of it, utterly changed and different creatures than they had been at the onset. not that there was much of a chance for womanhood within that timing, either. in this line of work, when gotten young, there's only more time to weed out the stuff that makes a killer weak. to get a woman before she has loved, oh, you find yourself with all the power in the world at your fingertips, don't you?

they only brush up against one another in passing. two shadows, ships in the night, never really meant to pass and really KNOW each other in depth. you can't afford to, when you're expendable goods. but things change... and so does sookhee. no longer cleaved to a government line, it doesn't make things any better for either of them, in reality. freedom is simply a new cage with new interiors, she finds, and revenge is an empty hole with which you bury nothing. they come, they go... and sometimes, she'll take november for a drink.

"Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of Hell?"

"i don't think i care much for this side of hell, regardless." sookhee's quick to shook back, her voice dry. "but more truthfully, i think i'm just..." what is she? tired of it? done? over the weight of it? there's many things that she could say, but really... sookhee thinks that she just DOESN'T KNOW what to do next. "... listeless. bored. i didn't think i could be bored like this? i wonder, what happens when even something like this sparks... nothing? maybe we're really just soldiers after all. what a depressing ending."

[cheersnap]

november is a super hero hiding their secret identity from chrissy.

chrissy is hired to spy on november.

chrissy is about to do something stupid. november does not think this is a good idea.

chrissy and november go on a road trip.

november frequently has dreams or nightmares about chrissy.

@n0vembres​ : ℧     /     send ℧ for me to generate a scenario for our muses using this generator.

[m4rchellas]

@redemptioninterlude & @chmerical ( alice & cc ) / @n0vembres / @slayedeath

HUSTLERS (2019) dir. Lorene Scafaria

[ircnwrought]

what more do you need to hear? // @n0vembrs for nat !!

__________✧      HER LIPS PRESS SO HARD TOGETHER THAT THEY BEGIN TO PALE. she is choking back her retort, her sarcasm that is such an easy defense to the emotional vulnerability that had been beaten out of her as a child. in that violent sea of the past, she believed she had found refuge, a save haven from the waves of grief && anger that she suppresses until she believes she is more wolf than girl. more animal than human. for where is a soul in a business like this ?? heavy with blood debts && sin. && still, still, she cannot let the thought rest. the world is cruel, she has no place in it. she is destined to watch from afar, an observer, an extractor of vengeance when need be. nothing more. ah but greedy heart that she has wants more. she is starving, snarling for scraps && in the dark of that room, she forces her whisper through gritted teeth. ❛   was it ever real ?? did you mean any of it ??   ❜