【 a prisoner to your decisions. 】

The draw of a sharpened dagger over flesh heavy with overindulgence. A gurgle. A gasp. An aborted cry for mercy dying just as swiftly as the man in her arms. Not the best way to dispose of someone but needs must. Besides, she was in a /mood/.

『 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 』 — 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔. 𝑫𝑴𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏, 𝒐𝒓 ♡ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓.

Nobody taught him how to share his toys. x.com/LonePunishment…

『 Textbook Narcissist 』 "I believe 'death wish' doesn't quite cut it for the likes of you anymore.

Because it's the polite thing to do, Lone Ranger. x.com/LonePunishment…

Why didn't the chicken cross the road? I ate him.

【 lie like a lover. 】

Oh, definitely not. It’ll leave us without jobs if those collided more than a handful of times, Frank Castle. x.com/lonepunishment…

“You know what I mean.” An indulgent smile spreads across her lips, tainted by danger and steel. “No sleep for the wicked.” x.com/lonepunishment…

she dances in the dark, sharp little pirouettes as Tchaikovsky plays in the background. alone, tonight. still high on the adrenaline rush of a mission well executed.

“That’s the point. We’re busy people.” His methods of dealing with criminals might not be her way any longer but a part of her couldn’t deny appreciating that.

it's been a while since she had the time to spare. busy with missions, teammates unvisited. no, her first bout of free time wouldn't be allocated to them. it'll be for herself, lost in the music of Stravinsky, broken in pointe shoes on her feet.

#SeductiveSunday