HARMONY
Siren
Posts: 114
Played by:
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"You should see me in a crown."
Last seen Oct 7, 2024 20:19:24 GMT
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Post by HARMONY on Aug 17, 2021 15:41:54 GMT
 ━ watch me make them bow ━
It wasn’t her intention to kill that boy in the alleyway, either━the one whose dismembered parts were now crumpled in a garbage bag that she dragged along the ground. But his attempt at seduction had ignited something fierce inside her, telling every fibre of her being that she didn’t want it━it wasn't right.
And that terrified Harmony. More than being caught with a dead body, or the idea that she would get locked up, just as she almost had before she’d met him. Things were different now, she’d learned more about her abilities and so she knew she’d be able to easily get out of it, but that didn’t change the fact that she’d just had to come face to face with her true feelings━ones she wasn’t ready to accept yet. She was getting soft. Soft for him.
Harmony disposed of the bag as effectively as she could and then walked home, to him, still wearing somebody else’s face. Eyes brown instead of blue, lips smaller and nose larger, hair long and blue. She was a few inches taller, too, a height that made her skirt shorter than originally intended, and━if they hadn’t been torn up in the events of her night━Harmony was sure her leggings would’ve ended just below her knees.
The guy who’d caught her had been a bitch, anyway━he was whiny and scared, despite being twice her size. That scream, though, now that had been incredibly annoying and almost as scary as her realization.
Harmony cut across the grass in the front of the motel and headed to their room, head hanging, arms wrapped around her bloody sweater. The white fabric was splattered with blood, as was her skirt, and she was immensely happy she hadn’t run into anybody on the long, dark way home. It had to be late by that point, but all she hoped for was Viktor not being in a crabby mood. Despite wanting to hate him for making her feel this way, the thing that kept her trudging along was also the only reason she hadn’t slept with the stranger━the promise of being back in bed, safe, with Viktor by the end of the night.
She grabbed the doorknob and let out a shaky breath, twisting it and then stepping inside. Harmony didn’t scan the room, she simply turned to face the door as she closed it, letting her body shift back to normal once it was locked. She shrunk a few inches, her hair following suit before it went to her usual blonde. Her face went back to the one he’d recognize, the one she always wore━the one that she’d been born with. She’d discovered this particular ability sometime on the way here, but hadn't shown Viktor, didn't want him seeing all her cards. For now, though, she wanted everything familiar.
And Viktor? He was familiar now. She was bitter to it.
She turned around to face the inside of the room, her eyes quickly finding his. “Viktor...” She spoke gently, her eyes pleading for him to help, to meet her halfway on this. The siren couldn't remember a time when she'd ever been so soft with him. Never. Perhaps a glimmer of it once when they woke up on their first night here, her arms curled around him, but it only lasted for a moment.
“I fucked up. I need...” Harmony croaked, trailing off in defeat. Could he even understand her? Not moving from the door, arms still wrapped around her blood-soaked sweater (though the red stains had been haphazardly rubbed from her mouth much earlier), Harmony frowned at him. He didn't know what she was, she hadn't given him more than a crumb or two. When they arrived without money and she charmed the motel owner to give them a room for free, or each time she came back from a grocery run with plentiful food after leaving with nothing in her pockets. “Shower? Start the water.” She spoke in Russian, trying to keep it simple, one motion towards the bathroom. Harmony didn't want to share more than she had to with him, didn't want to start leaning on Viktor for any more than she already had, because it was all downhill from there.
As it was, she was already a monster. One who ate people and couldn't accept help from the only man who'd ever truly given a shit about her safety.
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VIKTOR KOVACS
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Post by VIKTOR KOVACS on Aug 18, 2021 19:03:24 GMT
If there was one thing Mystic Falls got right, it was the amenities. The water pressure, the sheets changed every few days, even in a place that looked like trash in comparison to the rest of the town. Trash, marhaság, bullshit. They didn’t know what they had here.
Viktor fumbled for the cheap hotel shampoo, even that wasn’t as primitive as he’d heard the couple in the next room grouching about it. Let them sleep in a cargo plane for the greater part of three years. Cold, hard under your back, your stomach rumbling when food wasn’t slapped down in front of you on a gleaming white plate. Two different worlds … but the pound of the water against his shoulders as he ducked his head, it was worth the rest of it … almost.
He grumbled under his breath as he scrubbed the shampoo through his short hair. Still some part of him wanted to abandon the half hour’s worth of scalding water and fresh sheets and get back on board the plane. Closer to them than he had been in much of those three years. Still with no set place where the hunters wouldn’t be able to track them. No safety to bring them too and so he was caught in this holding pattern with her.
Eyes squeezed shut, soapy palms dragging over his face to avoid her scent radiating in here from where was all over the room without even being there. It crept under his palms, evading the covering stink of sandalwood and cedar, no scent of the forest, just her. Viktor dragged his hands away, lifting them under the spray for a moment before he propped himself against the wall and let the water cascade over his head. Dühítő hárpia Always leaving him ready to shake his frustrations into her but then creeping close at night, the vulnerability he had seen in her in that street off of Kossuth Square peeking back under the cover of darkness. Each glimpse of it keeping him anchored to her when another part of him screamed go, check on them, leave the Russian behind to her own fate.
Teeth gritted tight enough to ache he slapped off the shower, the last soap filmed water trickling away at his feet as he reached for the towel. Thicker than the ones they’d brought back from the town when they’d gone for supplies, less worn, scrubbed over skin with a briskness born of his near permanent irritation. Knotted loose at his hips as he started for the room. Viktor tightened his fingers in it as he heard the room door click open, closing a moment before. Harmony back from wherever she’d gone, questions about all of that dying on his lips as they usually did unless she pushed and he snapped, demands tripping from his lips in the broken English and Hungarian mix that edged further towards the English as his ‘education’ progressed.
A frown as he saw her straighten and turn. Blood staining her legs in the rents in her leggings and sweater, striping skin, stinking the air up with that coppery tang that always had something shifting inside of him in understanding. ”Szar. Mit csináltál? Harmony…” Despite the bite of frustration he felt the edge of his tongue soften, something in her own eyes needy in a wayhe didn’t see often with her. Soft.
Viktor shook his head, half of what she said registering. Fucked up. A different meaning for the lewdity here. Messed up … need. He got that well enough but he didn’t get the words out to ask how, whose blood she was wearing because it wasn’t hers. Russian, another plea, but grating because the English had given way to what needled. He padded back into the bathroom, slapping at the hot water again. ”How? How did you do this again? I need to keep you on reins … like a child. You go out alone and you come back stinking of …” Blood. Staining his own hands as he used his claws …
Tucking his hand into his palm, he turned away, going back to the room to push in against her. Hands plucking at first, the stained sweater, then her face, not as gentle as they had been the time she had … no. ”Where?” he demanded in English. ”Whose bloody? Where you get this?” Not letting her move past as the words rumbled out, blue eyes fierce as he looked down again. No skirting the topic, not even if looked like a boiled egg, the shell shot through with cracks, ready to crumble at a single tap.
Tagged: HARMONY * Word Count: 773 Translation: Infuriating harpy |
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HARMONY
Siren
Posts: 114
Played by:
Julia
"You should see me in a crown."
Last seen Oct 7, 2024 20:19:24 GMT
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Post by HARMONY on Aug 19, 2021 19:03:50 GMT
━ watch me make them bow ━
God, he was irritating. He refused to let her go, and then, when she’d convinced him to come to America, he was still attached at her fucking hip. She was never with the same man for more than a few months, and even then, they were always under her spell. She didn’t infect Viktor as a way of saying thanks━he’d saved her life (whether or not she wanted to admit it), and he pretty much listened to her anyway. Well, she’d tricked him into bringing her home, at least. Big, dumb Hungarian with shitty Russian and even shittier English. She should’ve known he’d need her, at least for translation purposes, but she… liked having him around sometimes. He was like a pet. Sure, language barriers weren’t the end of the world, but Harmony enjoyed picturing him as needing her a lot more than she needed him.
Immediately upon her arrival, Harmony heard that gross language slip from his lips and suddenly realized she shouldn’t have come straight home━back. Not home. This wasn’t her home. She didn’t lay down roots. Or she should’ve at least been praying that he wasn’t here. Now he’d have questions, and while she enjoyed toying with him, it just wasn’t the night. She was tired. The siren didn’t even have the energy to smirk as he listened to her despite his anger, this big brute stomping through the motel room like an animal, unsophisticated, and God did it ever make him sexy. Maybe that was another reason she kept him around━not his looks, though he was clearly gorgeous━but that he was a breath of fresh air compared to every other man she’d met. Still a man and beneath her, as they all were, but in a different way. He wasn’t raised in the same conditions as Harmony had been, and though she’d never felt priveleged by a crummy apartment and a mother who saw her as competition, at least she had plumbing. Viktor was a new challenge, and though she’d won some battles so far, she wanted to win the war.
“We can save this conversation for the next full moon. You know, when you come back the next morning naked and also covered in blood.” Harmony scoffed, rolling her eyes at him, though she didn’t make any moves to walk away from this conversation. “At least I could keep my clothes on.” But she hadn’t, and that was the point. She was supposed to continue being a siren and what she was meant to, but then Viktor plagued her mind and left her overthinking it. Ultimately, it was his fault.
He came closer, and she tensed up, muscles seizing, worried he’d smack her for it. Not that he’d ever raised a hand to her, but maybe she wanted to test how easy it was to make him feel guilty. Harmony still didn’t shift, though━she didn’t have room to, couldn’t get around Viktor, but she didn’t bother to back away, either. Cold, blue eyes flicked up to his, frowning, brows drawn together in the hardest expression she could muster up despite his hold on her face. Slender, manicured fingers curled around his wrists, holding on tightly as if he was the only thing keeping her up while she leaned back. She stayed silent, calculating, trying to find a way out of this like a rat in a cage. Her eyes ticked down to his lips, then up: nose, brow, hair. It was wet. She grinned.
“You showered without me?” Harmony asked, her voice lower and smoother now, not rippled with anxiety. The feeling still lingered below, but she wanted to avoid it━move on. One hand slid up to his hair, giving the wet strands an experimental touch. “You smell good.” It came down to his stomach, nails tracing the skin just above where the towel was still fitted against his waist. She continued in Russian, “Join me. There won’t be worries in there. Just the warm water, you, me…” Finally unclasping the other wrist, she cupped his jaw, tracing his lower lip with her thumb. Harmony let it start then, the draw to her, a magical flurry to cloud his mind and pull him into her. It wouldn’t work as well as her venom, but it’d have to do something. Anything to get him to stop asking so many questions.
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VIKTOR KOVACS
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Post by VIKTOR KOVACS on Aug 19, 2021 22:09:47 GMT
It wasn’t the first time there had been blood. Scarlet smears on her sometimes, freckles turning almost black, flaking under his touch as she’d returned. Coating his own hands – black, so dark with whatever the hunters had shot into nagyapa as he had done what he’d been begged to. Take it, use it to protect them. Now it had protected her. Harmony so unrepentant on that Buda street, his own argument drawing that mule like core out of her until he felt like he wanted to tear it out of her with those same claws. Shredding it to reveal what was beneath because Viktor was sure there was something else there. Hidden, fragile enough to allow him to bury those claws in just deep enough to be carried along with it all.
This was so much more, soaked into the fabric, striping her thighs, filling the air with that scent that made the wolf inside of him shift. It heard the echo in her words, enough of the Russian making it through for him to understand that she was throwing it back at him. Like he had ever shown up like this, with that crack to his voice, the way it had been in hers. Her eyes rolled, his narrowed, the growl building up in his throat before he bit it back. ”You know … not intentional,” he bit out. It was how they ran, no way around it, not even with the passing of the Alpha status. Yellow eyes, blue, red, none of it mattered.
He shook his head, eyes cutting down to her mostly bared legs, that had been covered when she’d left, he’d seen that much, although he wouldn’t admit that his gaze had lingered for just a moment too long on the play of taught muscle beneath the lycra. ”Barely.” The accusation in Russian so she couldn’t mistake it.
Something in him was concerned enough to have him invading her space. Not as fierce as perhaps he should’ve been with her turning up this way. Something softer there, although his hand cupping her cheek was rough, fingertips flexing on her skin, his thumb beneath her lower lip. The frown creased her brow – ready to fight? Confused. Viktor hissed out a breath, another curse slipping almost inaudible from his lips as she gripped at his wrists. Anchoring or pushing away he still didn’t know before she was grinning. A ploy. It was always a ploy to push his questions away. Was that the game? Keep the uneducated Hungarian off balance and maybe he would forget how strange things were, who he needed to get back to.
But not yet, not when they had maybe come for her again.
A low grunt and Viktor was shrugging, pulling his left hand against his grip slightly, like somehow the touch would leave him undone. ”Igen, yes. You think I would stay here, wring my hands til you get back? Poor little Viktor left on his own for the night.” Sarcasm in his tone, deserved as she tried to distract him again. Her hands in his hair, tugging in a way that was all too like … the last time. The one he swore would be enough. No repeat, they were not like that, but she still shared his bed at night didn’t she? Worming her way in, knowing he wouldn’t kick her out. ”The stuff in there …” He pulled at her grip, his hand coming down from her face but she was already heading lower on her own.
”Fucking hell, you look like death and you try and kill me instead.” With a knowing touch, the Russian she knew would push the heat into his throat and that flush of temper through his skin. The red rising up his chest, into his face above the scruff of beard. ”You and me, and all of this?” The stains of violence she still hadn’t explained drying on her clothes, on her skin. A shuddered breath in as she let go out of his hand and echoed his touch, her thumb a tickle beneath his lower lip, drawing … teasing … leaving the breath shuddering out the same way. ”What…?” he asked, brow furrowing. Viktor let his eyes flutter shut, his head ducking. No, he had sworn last time was the last. He gripped her hands now, one releasing almost instantly, falling down to grip at the towel he didn’t want to lose. [”I’ll sit … listen while you … clean. Tell me Harmony …” Whose blood it was, what she was covering now with the tender brush of fingertips and that lure of the physical that was always easier but so much more complicated than the emotional.
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HARMONY
Siren
Posts: 114
Played by:
Julia
"You should see me in a crown."
Last seen Oct 7, 2024 20:19:24 GMT
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Post by HARMONY on Sept 8, 2021 22:38:40 GMT
━ watch me make them bow ━
In any case, she didn’t outwardly show her annoyance. That wouldn’t help her case at all. Harmony only smiled, still gently touching his wet hair before her hand slid lower, ducking out of his attempt to halt it. “I only meant… I would’ve liked to join,” Her voice was purr-like then, deep in her throat, husky and drawn to him━as if she were the one under his spell. Any remaining moisture from his hair was wiped off along the way down, nails touching the space above his towel, only toying just below the threshold once or twice. His hips, that Adonis belt, never going further.
“Kill you? No. The opposite, come alive,” With her thumb on his lip, she teased, nearly leaning in and planting a kiss somewhere on that expanse of warm skin, but he was… taking her hands in his. Silently, she cursed her mother: for the siren gene, and for not teaching her how to use her abilities.
Harmony suppressed an eye roll, both hands pulling away from Viktor, strutting a half circle around him until she had a clear path to the bathroom. Her sweater went first, tossed into the corner of the main room, then her shoes at the bathroom’s threshold. He wasn’t wrong, she needed to get the other boy off of her, though Harmony was sure she and Viktor had different intentions behind it. She glanced once over her bare shoulder at him, a sly grin before the skirt came off and joined the soiled pile.
Finally, she made it to the bathroom, turning the hot water back on. The rest came off, leaving her a beacon for that siren energy, letting it seep from every pore and crackle into the air around them. Drawing him to her without words or touch, wanting━no, needing Viktor to fold into his desires, leaving Harmony the object of them.
And forget about how she’d walked in.
Stepping into the spray, his touch was washed from her━his blood, too, crimson rivulets circling down the drain. The dried, sticky bits wouldn’t be cleared without effort, but enough seeped off to calm Harmony’s nerves. She didn’t bother to draw the shower curtains, her eyes on Viktor while long, blonde hair stuck to her upper back. She wouldn’t ask again, just try to make him feel like he had t be in there with her.
Harmony turned away, one hand snatching some pink, fruit-scented body wash she hadn’t paid for. She filled her palm and set it back down, shifting just out of the spray, with Viktor in her peripheral now. She wouldn’t face him, just let him watch while she scrubbed away the blood caked into her skin, replacing every inch with clear, untouched alabaster━freshly scented, too. “It’s alright,” The siren cooed, attempting to soothe his worries without even looking in his direction. “I went to a party. Ran into some trouble. It isn’t my blood, just some sorry sap who couldn’t keep his hands off me.” That wasn’t really the truth, but enough of it that she didn’t feel bad lying. Not that she should feel bad anyway━he was just some sorry pup with no home. Not her concern, as this wasn’t his. She’d made a mistake involving him.
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VIKTOR KOVACS
Werewolf
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Posts: 66
Played by:
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Last seen Nov 3, 2024 20:01:13 GMT
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Post by VIKTOR KOVACS on Sept 17, 2021 19:33:26 GMT
His first had gone down in a hail of bullets. A young man’s heart torn to pieces as the bullet had pierced the girl’s head and she had fallen like an axed tree. It wasn’t obvious then that only minutes later he would be mourning so much more – half his family left behind, the others agonisingly, obviously dead. For those few beats of a destroyed heart his only thought was Jaina had gone. The first girl he’d kissed, maybe the one he’d been destined to marry if their quiet little existence in the village had continued. After there hadn’t even been time to mourn, no room in the rush to get away to extract that small part of his heart without disturbing the devestation of the rest and look at it. They were all gone and he was left, charging along that thin path to find something, somewhere, that would allow him some of them back.
Safety, not sex. No letting himself sink into something that could make him forget the pain he was desperately, constantly, brushing aside for a moment. He wasn’t like the men he’d seen staring at her, who would’ve seen straight past the blood on Harmony’s skin and the look on her face. Rescuing her in the first place hadn’t been about that either but Harmony had gotten under his skin, pulled him in that once before he’d pulled back.
Újra ne. Not again.
Viktor had ducked from those extended offers more than once. Playing dumb on occasion, not exactly now. A hand on her cheek in concern, not in an attempt to colour the edges of this in with that heat again, letting Harmony play him to get him close while in reality she was pushing him away again. Poor Viktor not allowed to see what she did. His throat worked as head tilted back with the stroke of her hand. ”Net. That’s not a shower.” The trail of those fingers was proof what liberties Harmony would take if he pushed into the shower with her now, the towel that shielded him stripped away with most of the control he was holding on to when he reached down to stop her.
Toying with him. It was all she did. A small death he thought they called it and there was no doubt in his mind Harmony was going to try and kill him again and again until she lost interest and then he would be stuck here in this town, no closer to finding that safe harbour for his family. Viktor gritted his teeth, feeling them come close to nipping at the digit brushing his mouth. ”You need to be brought back to life?” His scowl deepened at the thought. He wanted to reach for her face again, cupping her cheeks to anchor her there and force her to speak. The truth, not this flirtatious gloss over it all that tempted him to throw all this away on a band aid.
Trying to slap that on in his own way, he opened his eyes again, gripping her hands for a heartbeat before he had to grab for his towel. Another shudder in his chest as she pulled away, strutting around him til she had the room to start stripping the ruined clothes off. Blue eyes cut to the sweater that shot past him, the clunk of her shoes, then as he glanced at her, her skirt was peeled down, all that bare skin. Iisus Khristos. Viktor stared at the ceiling, not ducking his head again until she’d slipped into the bathroom. ”Gyilkos. Folytasd ezt, és mindkettőnk korai sírja lesz.” Always skirting a line since he’d taken that first step over it. For good reason.
Hands brisk Viktor trailed her back into the bathroom, nudging the dropped clothes aside, eyes still averted as she got into the shower. Even though he’d seen it all before, and had it on repeat in his head when he slept, feeling that phantom slide of hands again. He closed the lid of the toilet, sat on it, eyes ticking restlessly to Harmony’s and then away again. His nerves were alive under his skin again, the way they’d been that night. Blood starting to sing in his veins as he propped his elbows on his knees and propped his chin on his steepled hands. ”You hurt him? Harmony … how bad … hospital?” Questions popping like gum bubbles in his frustration. ”Is not alright.” Breaking off into a stream of Hungarian even his grandfather wouldn’t have said in the presence of a woman, Viktor pushed to his feet and started to pace on the tile.
Bare feet slapping on damp tile, one hand clutching at the towel, Viktor managed three laps of the tiny room before he snapped. He was at the side of the shower in an instant, pulling back the curtain to look up at her face. Eyes fixed, not drifting down to that soaped, alabaster skin. The scent of the body wash wrinkled his nose, something fruity but not gentle enough to soothe frazzled nerves. ”Why would you go to that place alone? Take me. Don’t have to deal with them then. Was he one of them? Did another one get to you? Did he hurt you?” Bloody meant nothing. There were plenty of ways to hurt people without leaving holes in them. Plenty of ways for them to get dead, bodies left behind in a rush to make sure you weren’t next.
Tagged: HARMONY * Word Count: 915 Translation: Murderer. Keep doing this and we will both be in an early grave |
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HARMONY
Siren
Posts: 114
Played by:
Julia
"You should see me in a crown."
Last seen Oct 7, 2024 20:19:24 GMT
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Post by HARMONY on Oct 5, 2021 21:57:55 GMT
━ watch me make them bow ━
But… the siren wouldn’t admit that it was fun, too. Egging him on, being the devil on his shoulder. All the men in her life begged for it, and Viktor somehow managed to say no. She’d mistake it for care if she was an idiot.
Clocking him seeping into her space again, Harmony still didn’t look over, hands coating her skin in hibiscus-y, pomegranate-y suds, tracing over each curve slower than she needed to.
Hospital. She smirked, nearly letting out a cackle before it stopped dead in her throat. The nerves crashed in like a tidal wave, loud and detrimental, soaking her just the same as the showerhead. “He won’t hurt anyone again.” But he hadn’t; it was just a better story than the truth. “It’s alright.” Harmony reiterated, voice clipped before a sideways glance showed him pacing just outside the tub. She thought of the wolf in him and the way it probably struggled to escape now, revealing the animal there in his pacing. Was this what the pack leaders did? Deliberated, waited, refused to strike until absolutely necessary? If that was the case, it made sense. A fucking stick in the mud, that’s what he was.
Blue eyes moved slowly, in no rush to find his even as he appeared at her side like the culmination of all that animalistic heat had popped. Harmony played disinterested━maybe even a little agitated━as he spoke to her in Russian, taking a small step forward to let the water wash away the suds. She kept her eyes on his, only on his, just like Viktor was doing, while her hands moved, rubbed, cupped, guiding the soap to the drain.
And before she could make another snide remark, Harmony let a soft smile break across her face at his words━at the fact that he thought she still needed to be protected. It was nice, somebody doing it because they wanted to and not because they’d ingested her venom, but that feeling faded fast. She’d been independent for so long, and this dog wouldn’t change her hard work. Harmony didn’t need someone babysitting her.
“Poor little Viktor,” Repeating his words from before, her gentle expression twisted into a smirk, glancing at the water and then turning to him. “Doesn’t wanna be left home alone. I think if you’re there it won’t make boys too excited to chat with me.” Harmony’s brows went up, trying to twist the knife by seeing if one was even there. Did he think he owned her? Was she some sort of stray he’d taken under his wing, protecting her now that he didn’t have his own pack?
Her chest swelled with air, keeping her temper under that thin veneer. “He didn’t get far enough to hurt me.” Finally, some truth seeped out like pus from an infection, one that’d been left untreated for too long. Shifting as close to the edge of the tub as she could without toppling over, Harmony slipped her arms around his broad shoulders, wetting the skin that’d only just dried minutes before. With a featherlight touch, she guided her hands to the back of his neck, drops sliding down his spine while she rested her weight on him.
“He might’ve been. I dunno.” Lie. “Do you really want to come with me next time, Viktor? Because I’ll take you, but I have a feeling you won’t like it. Loud music, lots of people,” Harmony sank further into his warmth with each word, letting it build while the steam rolled around them, feeling his breath on her lips. She closed the gap, kissing him gentler than she wanted, damp fingers snaking up and into his hair.
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VIKTOR KOVACS
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Post by VIKTOR KOVACS on Oct 17, 2021 17:12:11 GMT
’It’s alright’?
Viktor let out a strained, mocking laugh that rang off of the tiles in the small space. ”Alright she says, alright. Coming here, covered in blood, looking like death and she’s alright. Megőrjítesz!” The last was snapped at her, blue eyes lit with that inner frustration snapping too – up to the parted curtain that revealed water and bubbles skidding down skin growing pale again as the blood was washed away from it.
Not her blood, a relief even if he wouldn’t speak it aloud to her.
The ghosts of the past had been laid thick over that alleyway in Budapest when he had taken down the men who had been hunting her. Enough to choke him, to push him until it was his hands that were dark with their blood. Viktor’s eyes snapped away from Harmony now as he clamped his teeth together hard. Circuits start on those tiles to bleed something away. ”Not alright.” Words snarled out alright. ”You kill him?” There had been something too final in her words. It was not the first who had put hands on her to die but the others had been at his hands, necessary, and they had run from them as though God himself would swoop down to pay the back for it.
His conscience stung now. How many more would it be until they were out of this town and he had somewhere safe for the pack – for her? Blood on his hands again, rinsed from hers down the drain, like it would wash the stain of that violence and pain off of their lives, leaving it scented with … whatever still clung to her skin.
Viktor’s eyes were on hers, fiercely held while in the periphery of his sight Harmony’s hands moved, skimming, easing that form from her skin, leaving it even more bare. He sucked in a breath, his scowl deepening as she smiled at him for it, like this was all a joke. A man was dead and she wasn’t even shaken anymore, not in the way he was. Temper and fear and that damned frustration rattling in his bones, leaving his hand clutching hard enough at that shower curtain to tear it from his rings if he didn’t hold himself in. ”Stop,” he muttered in warning. He knew what she was doing but there was always that point where he couldn’t avoid the poking.
Lips pinching, he shook his head, releasing the curtain with a shove. Dark brows rose his head inclining slightly like he was trying to sort through what was in her head, what drove her. ”Poor little Viktor cannot trust you,” he enunciated slowly, still through gritted teeth. ”Why? Why have you got to play games with them. Is that what you want? The boys falling over you until this?” Alone was fine, preferable sometimes as he tried to find his way through all of this to a plan that would leave them all safe but not with her out there. Not when trouble would find her and leave this feeling boiling under his skin.
Air seemed be sucked from his lungs as Harmony drew her breath in. Not far enough to hurt her but this man had touched her to the point where she’d had to defend herself. Finally Viktor’s eyes broke from hers, dropping, raking over her limbs, bare, wet and clean now, flitting over the rest, although it had his face burning above the cover of the russet stubble he hadn’t scraped from his jaw yet that day. She hadn’t lied, there wasn’t a mark on her but it didn’t stop that muscle from leaping in his jaw as Harmony leaned in to him.
Arms slithered around his neck, all that skin pressed to his, leaving him grabbing from her hip to stop her – at least that was what he was telling himself. A shuddering breath out, not much bleeding away from it. ”You want me to stay here? Let you have your fun until this happens again? Net.” That denial in Hungarian torn from his lips again. He’d put up with worse than music and this obsession here with drinking until they could barely keep to their feet on those dance floors. ”I will go.” The promise was swallowed with the brush of Harmony’s lips against his though. Cut off before he could drive it home in Russian or Hungarian even.
It was his heart giving the hammer blow now. His brow furrowing deeper, that hand on her hip slipping to the dip of her waist and squeezing. Was he pulling her in or pushing away? Stopping this like he should’ve done. This was not the conversation he’d meant to have. It was Harmony pushing the subject away again, cast aside like anything else she didn’t want to talk about. Damn stubborn communist, taking that Russian bullishness to growl inducing levels. ”Not again,” he breathed against her mouth in a rumble. Maybe he meant this and her behaviour with the man. Who knew. ”You cannot keep doing this, Harmony. You must take care. You hear me?” That hand squeezing until his fingers dimpled that curve of muscle, grim determination settling into the lines of his face as he inched back. If he had to he could stop her, barricade the room, follow her like the damn dog she made him out to be.
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HARMONY
Siren
Posts: 114
Played by:
Julia
"You should see me in a crown."
Last seen Oct 7, 2024 20:19:24 GMT
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Post by HARMONY on Nov 8, 2021 16:34:08 GMT
━ watch me make them bow ━
'Poor little Viktor cannot trust you,’
Perhaps it offended Harmony the slightest bit, though she hadn’t yet grown much attached to him━or, at least, that’s what she told herself. It was more… amusing. The edges of her lips took a sharp turn upwards, showing a devious smirk and Harmony… well, she really couldn’t help herself from wondering what that meant for him. If she’d ever had a real family, a group to call her own where lives relied on one another, perhaps she’d understand. The singing club in high school was probably the closest she’d come to that, but they weren’t a pack of werewolves living off the land. Harmony did, however, have to give them some credit for her survival of high school and the discovery of her abilities. Without trusting them, she never would’ve climbed up on that stage to perform. If Viktor couldn’t trust her to leave this dingy motel room, then maybe she understood why he was always on edge, especially if all he’d ever known was that pack dynamic.
It didn’t mean she felt sympathy or the desire to change. High school was another life, another girl━before she’d become Harmony and wiped clean all that came before… or thought she had.
Boys falling all over her was nice. For a girl who’d once been shy and meek and believed she was the ugliest, most atrocious thing to walk this Earth━told to her by her own mother━it made her feel as though she walked into every room dripping in gold. And, if she did, then why was Viktor the only one who never looked? He’d surrendered once, but hadn’t that been enough to break the barriers? What got in the way of them now? Pride? Values? Why wasn’t she good enough for him?
Harmony couldn’t tell if her proverbial knife, wielded by words, struck true or not. His anger didn’t increase or decrease, and his words didn’t lend any hints, either. It was clear Viktor didn’t want them falling all over her… but was that only because he didn’t want her to kill them? Men were always so easy, and yet this stupid wolf traipsed into her life and wouldn’t release her, and now Harmony didn’t want to leave because he (somehow) held her attention.
“Of course I don’t want this.” The words broke free━ripped from her chest, and all that fear buried beneath━before she could stop them. It was fun to play, but it wasn’t fun when it went too far before she could stop it. And it was Viktor’s fault it had to stop, anyway. He was the reason she put the brakes on. He was the reason the man lashed out, and Harmony had to do what she did… but telling him that wasn’t an option. She refused to bend for this dog.
Too much, too much. She was letting out too much emotion, and it wouldn’t be good for either of them. The walls went back up, the mask firmly laced in front. Harmony saw the way he finally looked at her body, the blush above his facial hair, and it was easy to grin again. “But don’t you want this, Viktor?” Her voice was like a purr as she crowded into his space, a viper curling around his neck, pressed to his warm skin, sizing up her meal. Not literally, of course, but she’d never seen a mouse welcome a snake as he was. A hand on that dramatic dip in her waist, squeezing in a way that pulled a gentle sound free from her. Maybe if she drowned him with this, he’d forget about it━coming with her, what she’d done, everything. It wasn’t likely, not without infecting him, but Harmony would surely try.
“Fine.” She growled out; he could go with her next time and see what happened. And if he got jealous, then Harmony would still be satisfied at the end of the night; jealousy meant she’d developed some sort of hold over him.
And she kissed him. He squeezed, and she made that little sound into his mouth, and everything simmered for a moment.
‘Not again.’
She grinned at the challenge before her tongue slipped over the roof of his mouth, flat, like a claim━a brand only visible to the two of them. We’ll see. Teeth scraped along his upper lip, daring, teasing, before sucking, kissing again. His meaning wasn’t exactly clear, but Harmony could pick what she wanted from it. It wasn’t until he followed up did it make some sense to her━he was talking about the others. And, if he wasn’t, she’d make sure he was.
“I wish I wasn’t hearing you.” The end of her sentence broke off in another one of those sounds she made when he squeezed, though it was part gasp this time, hot and breathy and all pleasure. Was it like that for him, too? Was this how wolves got going━anger laced with lust?
Harmony kissed him again, harder this time, stealing the breath straight from his mouth. Her hand, still in his hair, held the dark locks tight like a lifeline, guiding him in while the other gripped his back with human claws. She could feel his shoulder blade, the dip between the two, and dug in as if she could move him that way. Whether he joined her or she went out didn’t matter━Harmony wasn’t picky. Allowing her power to spark around them, like bubbles bursting in the air, she tried to break Viktor’s barrier while keeping her own intact, seemingly never realizing that the more she eroded his, the more he eroded hers.
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VIKTOR KOVACS
Werewolf
alpha
Posts: 66
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 3, 2024 20:01:13 GMT
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Post by VIKTOR KOVACS on Dec 11, 2021 22:01:16 GMT
She had always been like this. Ready to push without giving him a single answer. Words tossed out – in that vile tongue half the time – knowing that if she pissed him off with them he’d be less likely to keep pressing. Keep him at arm’s length while she made she he was still tethered to her by that need to keep her out of trouble. Give him just enough hope that he wouldn’t finally snap and throw his hands up as he walked away from her. He could find his way back to the plane, continue the hunt alone, but it was like she didn’t want him to. Once she’d got that first hook in him it had almost become a game for Harmony. Viktor didn’t want to cave had refused to a thousand times over but it was like the cold and the rocks at home. Eventually it would work its way in and something would fracture, shattering open under that invisible grip.
Weak, that was what she expected him to be. No amount of refusal would erase the look on her face when she slithered towards him as she had, all devious smiles and sliding hands over bare skin. If a tremor was working its way through him he wouldn’t acknowledge it. He was a man, he could not will himself not to react and expect his body to remain statue still, it wasn’t the way anybody was wired. Maybe there was an ounce of weakness there with it but Viktor held on anyway, pushing back with words that should have wiped that smirk off of her face but didn’t.
Stubborn as her.
His chest rose and fell hard with the breathing he couldn’t calm, fingers curling into his palm as he released the curtain that had been hiding her only minutes before. Viktor raised it like he could push his frustration out into the air. ”You don’t want but it keeps happening. Why? You do this Harmony, you push…” He drew his hand back, thumped it against bare skin once, twice, spread it there to smooth over a straining heart.
She had pushed him until he’d snapped and the space that had been between them was left wide open. He might not have been able to see her but he could see everything else, could feel it as she pressed in. Viktor’s eyes shut for a moment as Harmony clung to him and he held her. To keep her at bay. That was all. It didn’t matter that she was soft and warm under his touch, the way she had once been when he had slipped into her bed, stripped as bare as now. ”Distraction,” he muttered, the English almost muffled. He did though and there was little to do to hide it with just the cheap hotel towel pulled tight around his hips.
Harmony was making a quiet sound now. Not that harsh bite of Russian or the mocking English. Enough to draw an echo of it from him as his head dipped slightly. There, the growl, he had what he wanted and as she pressed in, he gave in to what she wanted – what he did, so much that it left him shaking whenever he tore himself away from her. ”Good, don’t do this again…” A quiet plea in the order that he knew she wouldn’t entirely listen to. Harmony would do as she wanted, she always did and he was left like this. Torn.
For a heartbeat he had allowed it all to slip. His voice more vibration than sound against her lips before she swallowed the sound and dragged him deep again. The sound that echoed in his chest as she invaded him and marked him as hers might have been misery but even he couldn’t twist it that far. She pushed, tongue and teeth, teasing, nipping, undoing his control like the thin threads of that towel slowly fraying in a way he couldn’t clutch together with a desperate hand.
Viktor pulled back just far enough to glare at her. The bite of his fingertips wasn’t enough. He growled, the sound low, threatening through gritted teeth in the tight confines of the bathroom. He let go of the towel, like he had done with the shower curtain, he was reaching up for her, gripping, shaking until she kissed him again and he had no breath left to argue with her. Fingers biting at him this time, pulling him in. He could have torn himself from her grip and stormed from the room, slamming that flimsy door closed between them, probably to the soundtrack of her mocking laughter.
Could have.
He shoved up, pushing her back until she was pressed to the tiles. The water hit his back, soaking the towel until he tore it away with a growl of irritation. Viktor’s eyes flashed red at her, a hand pressed against the tiles beside her head. ”No win for you,” he muttered, like he hadn’t been driven to it by her. Harmony had won again. This would be third time unlucky, he’d hold onto that promise as tight as the hope that his family were still safe, that the hunters hadn’t found them while he was gone … rescuing ungrateful women and … slipping. Making a sound of disappointment in himself, Viktor pressed in, dragging that kiss deep enough to consume him. Tomorrow he might regret this but for now he simply drowned in that rush of hibiscus scented water and her.
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