#pov eva takes down volgin bc raikov accidentally revealed where the legacy is while bragging about a cool dress he bought with it

[sadistpet]

@cybrvce:

"You're an idiot," Eva says, her words slurred a bit, but she's joking. She wouldn't say something like this normally, she knows how deadly, vicious, Raikov can be, and she isn't in the habit of putting her life at more risk than it already is. Not that she can't handle herself, but that isn't the point. He knows her as Tanya, or Tatyana, but he doesn't know her well enough to know that she isn't actually drunk. She can hold her liquor very well, but sometimes it's easier to pretend to be drunk, if only to get some people to lower their guards, even a bit. "Of course Volgin cares about you. More than he cares about anyone else."

upturned nose wrinkles in anticipation of the stench of alcohol. who let HER at the liquor ? it doesn’t come, and yet his expression doesn’t change from its disgusted sneer. instead, it deepens with her words, dark brows pulling together as she labels him an idiot. he’s used to the insult. just not from tatyana.

what he should do is wrench her arm behind her back and pin her to the ground for disrespecting him ; maybe drive his fist into that dainty face - so like his own - until his knuckles split and cracked and bled almost as much as she would and make her spit her teeth out onto the cold floor. and yet, he doesn’t. he watches, face still contorted into a snarl but made far less intimidating by the drying streaks of tears on his cheeks, and waits, and listens. truly listens.

tense muscles release, and raikov’s expression falters and falls. of course volgin cares about you. he swallows, hard, snaps his head to look away from her. hands afire with the barest trembles occupy themselves quickly with fixing his cap, haphazardly shoving silk hair beneath. it’s what he wants — no, needs to hear. he’d fallen into another of his cycles, a brutal toss and tumble of feeling worthless and boring and uninteresting and losing his novelty and oh, zhenya was going to leave him, abandon him, throw him to the wolves and let him be ripped apart, because he had someone new, someone more interesting, someone better, fucking TATYANA —

more than he cares about anyone else.

“ more than you, anyway. ” ivan bites with an indignant snort. he allows himself to face her again — she’s pissed, wouldn’t remember any of this. what was the harm ? — with a smug look beginning to curve his lips. “ he cares about me. he trusts me. he loves me. ME. not you. ” one leg swings over the other, his arms folded tight to his chest.

“ that’s why i know where the legacy is and you don’t. jealous, tanka ? ”