HARMONY
Siren
Posts: 111
Played by:
Julia
"You should see me in a crown."
Last seen May 8, 2024 21:41:33 GMT
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Post by HARMONY on Jan 8, 2022 18:44:54 GMT
━ watch me make them bow ━ THE RUBY SLIPPER CLUB was normally not the place Harmony would frequent to scrounge up a meal, but Viktor was with her, so there wouldn’t be any of that tonight. There wouldn’t be much fun, either. It’d been a year now━or nearly that━since they’d arrived here, and she still hadn’t left. What was tying her to him? She’d put the onus on his incessant and irritating need to ‘keep her safe’ and forget about it━it was easier that way, passing blame.
It was also almost hysterical watching him try to keep her in line here, her only fun derived from getting under Viktor’s skin and annoying him to no end; if he wanted to follow her around now, then so be it. He’d deal with the consequences.
Like Harmony abandoning him nearly right away.
She’d make some excuse, asking him to get her a drink or, like today, would drop her lavish (and heavy) fur coat in his arms and motion to the coat check. “Get these.” She called over the music before disappearing into the crowd, getting as far from him as possible. Riling Viktor up was her only pass-time as of late━other than finding other creatures to crawl into bed with━and though she’d always gone out with the intention of showing as little skin as possible, Harmony never missed an opportunity to kick it up a notch when she was with Viktor.
Right at that moment at the bar, though, she was with uh… yeah, she wasn’t listening when he said his name, but at least he wasn’t confining Harmony to fit inside the lines he’d drawn. For now, anyway━they’d only just met. He was looking like he’d suppress her hunger for a little while, too… if she could get him outside quickly and return without Viktor noticing. She wondered how long that coat check line would hold him as the new man in her life ordered Harmony a drink and she settled his hand on her thigh, sitting on the edge of her stool to keep one of her knees locked between his.
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VIKTOR KOVACS
Werewolf
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Posts: 62
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Last seen Mar 29, 2024 20:04:29 GMT
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Post by VIKTOR KOVACS on Feb 10, 2022 22:08:55 GMT
Blue eyes narrowed, the heavy brows above them furrowing until they were one severe line. Viktor turned as a small knot of women staggered out of the club, one of them held up by the scrawny shoulders of a man who was whispering in her ear. Like a siren, leading the group out into the dark. The moon wasn’t yet full but it caught on the dresses they wore, tiny pinpricks of light trapped in the shimmering decoration thrown back at him.
He shook his head, going to catch Harmony’s arm like he could drag her away now that they were at the head of the queue. It would have been like trying to pull a mountain out of the ground, all that stubbornness ready to spill out into that crooning Russian that she knew drove him crazy. ”Őrült! Ez a sok pénz az alkoholra és a... flitterekre.” Fingers closed on the air, his gaze shooting away from the girls to find the bouncer already pulling the velvet rope back. They were in and he was going to have to put up with the ridiculous indulgence his nagyapa had always ranted about when he’d drunk too much of the cseresznye palinka. The communists who’d swept into Hungary as they had taken charge, partying, throwing money and liquor around like people weren’t still starving.
The bouncer gave him a look, gesturing like he was an idiot child with no clue of where to go. Viktor bared his teeth at the man and started after Harmony. The place was filled with sound and smells, wrinkling his nose. ”Harmony!” His voice lifted over the throb of the music but she was already ignoring him. He’d asked for this … she’d agreed, although at the time he had been angry at her, something she seemed to have wanted. Pushing his buttons, pushing him until his hands were on her and he was resisting shaking her until she rattled. Sense, she would see it some time, looking away from this to…
A growl rolled out of him as she stopped in front of him, the coat that looked as though she had stripped it from the bear she could’ve charmed out of the woods and out of his very skin dumped in his arms. ”What do you … where is this to go? Harmony!” A bite to his tone this time that might as well have been a mew for all the attention she paid to it. Viktor wrestled the ridiculous thing as she gestured aside. He batted at the furry folds, practically shoving it through the hatch and at the woman who gawped at him from the other side. It was no use hollering around her to tell her to wait. She hadn’t agreed to him coming to make this a night of party for the both of them, this was about shutting him up and being able to continue whatever left her staggering home shaking, reeking of another’s blood. Viktor stared at the woman in confusion as she passed him a ticket but shoved it in his pocket. If he wasn’t careful Harmony would disappear from here before he caught up with her.
Probably on purpose. Always on purpose to make him snap and put his hands on her … knowing he was practically powerless when he did.
People bumped up against him as he tried to work his way through the crowd, following Harmony’s scent poorly through the masses of people. Too many. He couldn’t keep an eye on them all at once. It left an inch building between his shoulders that only grew as he failed to spot her immediately. ”The bar!” Viktor grabbed at a passing waitress’ arm, hissing out a breath and releasing her as she shot him a venomous look. ”Where? The bar … where?” She pulled back before she tipped a head, indicating a place beyond the writhing crowd. Of course.
Head down, arms thrown up like he was wading into a fight, Viktor made his way through them. It was slow going, like trying to swim against the tide on those rare days the water hadn’t been cold enough to steal your breath and drown you immediately. By the time he broke through it was already too late. Like the man outside, Harmony had drawn someone in. Not with anger the way she did him. There was a hand on her thigh, her knee between this man’s thighs, like he was caging her in. Like she hadn’t come with somebody.
Slipping up behind her, Viktor aimed a frosty look at the man. He plucked the ticket from his pocket, holding it in between two fingertips as he slipped it over Harmony’s shoulder and into the shadow that pooled beneath the edge of her neckline in this light. "It’s safe,” he crooned. ”Who is your friend, édesem?” Dipping his head, Viktor reached down to peel the man’s hand from Harmony’s thigh, like a bodyguard, not a man feeling the stirrings of jealousy whipping up waves in his gut. Why did he let her do this to him time and time again? A year here and still he did not know if he could finally call for Aliz, for Alex, for Eniko, his pack. ”I would not be so friendly, dangerous, yes?” Just enough humour in his voice to maybe cut the worst of the cold from his eyes.
Tagged: HARMONY * Word Count: 901 Translation: Crazy! All this money on alcohol and ... sequins/My sweet.
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HARMONY
Siren
Posts: 111
Played by:
Julia
"You should see me in a crown."
Last seen May 8, 2024 21:41:33 GMT
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Post by HARMONY on Mar 4, 2022 22:24:50 GMT
━ watch me make them bow ━ LIKE A GOOD LITTLE DOG, Viktor was back in a matter of minutes, appearing at Harmony’s back, so close she could feel his warmth before he spoke. She didn’t turn to him, though, didn’t acknowledge his presence with anything more than a smirk when her new friend’s eyes widened. Harmony arched her back a little as she straightened it, shoulders back, blossoming from a neckline that was practically begging for its life as Viktor tucked in her coat check ticket.
She knew that word━wasn’t sure of the exact translation, but it was something nice, gentle. Used sarcastically, of course. Perhaps that was why she couldn’t figure it out━it wasn’t often that Viktor called her something positive.
Harmony laughed as Viktor removed the stranger’s touch, watching the man shift backwards in his stool, suddenly uncomfortable with the predicament he’d been roped into. However, she didn’t move━didn’t get closer to Viktor or further from the man. “Don’t be so rude, malysh.” Purring back at him, she raised a hand to blindly rest it on his chest before finally looking up at Viktor, her game obvious in the smirk on her lips. “He could be our friend for the night, hm?”
Turning to the man again, Harmony’s grin brightened. “Don’t mind him; you can be as friendly as you want.” She instructed their friend, letting her foot slowly slip up the side of his leg. Glancing back over her shoulder, her hand slid up to find Viktor’s cheek, pinching it between her fingers. “Viktor likes to pretend he’s a big, bad wolf, but you’re just my little puppy, aren’t you?” Even with narrowed, viper-like eyes, Harmony was still smirking━this was her favourite game. “Sit pretty, Viktor.” She hissed, wanting to see just how far she could push him━it had to be a little more each time, didn't it? He’d begin to get too comfortable, expect it or give her a half-assed, trained response. Though she spoke to him as if truly giving a dog a command, Harmony wanted nothing close to it━she craved the unpredictable.
VIKTOR KOVACS | Translation: baby
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VIKTOR KOVACS
Werewolf
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Posts: 62
Played by:
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Last seen Mar 29, 2024 20:04:29 GMT
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Post by VIKTOR KOVACS on Mar 7, 2022 19:10:10 GMT
Harmony hadn’t only scratched him with those blunt human nails, she’d torn through his skin and carried on scratching away at all the irritable bits beneath. It was a game to her. Waiting to see just how far she had to dig before she got herself a reaction. Undoubtedly she’d been smiling at the man as she’d strutted up to the bar, leaving him behind, clinging on to her coat like he was nothing but a rack. Some cold little stick thing that wouldn’t feel when she started that slow scratch at it. Like a cat playing with a toy, glee in every movement as it realised it was in charge here. Dominating, toying with him until eventually he would blow, those parts of him where only she had gotten inside spewing outwards, angry, jealous.
Viktor wanted to swallow it down as he saw her there at the bar but the wound was wide open, leaving him scrambling for the tiny morsel of control he managed to have not to tear the man away from her. He wouldn’t stand at the edges of the dance floor, waiting for Harmony to stumble from this place with the blood of someone else who had taken liberties with her drying on her skin. He wouldn’t stand and watch her washing it away as she trembled, like he was blind to this whole thing. She might not be happy with him closing in like he was the one with that possessive paw, but what she was happy with drove him crazy and this time it was enough.
The man looking at her like a tasty little szilvás gombóc, plump and sweet with plum jam, ready for him to sink his teeth into, didn’t look so happy when he appeared. Eyes going wide like prey. Harmony drank it in, and his jealousy too, he could practically feel her doing it as he slipped the ticket into the pocket of her neckline. She’d likely make him, or her new friend, retrieve it later. Batting her lashes until one of them snapped. Of course, that was likely to be him once the man had whimpered and run with his tail tucked between his legs.
Harmony’s laughter had him halfway there already. Teeth baring in that sharp smile – farkasszerű, wolfish – gleaming in the neon lights of this place. The man tried to move out of the way of it as he peeled his hand from Harmony’s leg. ”Rude?” Viktor questioned with a bark of laughter. ”Rohadt oroszok, mindig durvák.” He would show the man rude if he did not leave entirely. Viktor’s brows furrowed as he slid his arm around Harmony’s chest, trying to draw her back in to him. ”I have all friends I need.” In this town there was a danger to more, just like there had been everywhere else. More lies dripping from Harmony’s lips with all her promises of safety, somewhere he could bring his family to.
The string of curses slipped out of Viktor’s mouth, gruff and unintelligible with the Hungarian lyricism. Friendly? Was that what the other men had been? Viktor’s fingers bit into Harmony’s upper arm to resist the urge to tear her from the seat and drag her out of the club. ”Touch her and I bite, yes? Not all bark.” Although there would be plenty of that with Harmony later. The tiny motel room rattling with his frustration. ”Puppy?” he echoed, brows rising at Harmony. He didn’t smile back at her smirk, although his upper lip trembled with the effort of keeping the jealousy she loved to stoke under control. ”Not dog, I not sit when you ask. I need drink.” Viktor spat the word out, giving Harmony a shake before he sucked in a breath and released his grip on her. He had to, she was snapping his control one thread at a time, knowing exactly what he would do to her when he snapped. ”Brandy,” he growled at the bartender. They wouldn’t have palinka somewhere like this, none of the rich fruitiness that nagyapa told him almost every Hungarian family brewed up for their own use.
Tagged: HARMONY * Word Count: 689 Translation: Damn Russians, always rude.
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HARMONY
Siren
Posts: 111
Played by:
Julia
"You should see me in a crown."
Last seen May 8, 2024 21:41:33 GMT
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Post by HARMONY on Mar 16, 2022 22:38:54 GMT
━ watch me make them bow ━ HE HID HER BEST feature with his arm around her chest, though she supposed that was the point. Both hands slid up and curled around his wrist and forearm, playful eyes trained on the man still bravely sitting across from her. “You don’t have any friends.” She chirped back in Russian, snickering at herself, resting into his warmth for the few moments he offered it. Still hissing out her orders, expecting him to respond the only way he knew how━with more anger.
There wasn’t enough of it, though. It used to be far easier to get him to break, but lately, Viktor was hanging on longer and longer━what a pity. Was he bored of this game now? Was it possible to be? She was having the time of her life.
‘Not dog, I not sit when you ask...’
“Really? Could’ve fooled me.” Harmony scoffed back at him, somewhat irritated he hadn’t offered anything else and that he’d pulled away from her, too. That was it? God, he was getting under her skin in the same way she was supposed to get under his. Perhaps Viktor was learning; perhaps she’d trained him too well.
“Listen, I don’t wanna get in the middle of this.”
The man puffed, beginning to shift so he could wiggle out of the trap that was Harmony’s legs. “Christ.” She grumbled, inching back on her seat to give him the room to scurry off. “What a little bitch,” Harmony had been set on him, really feeling like this guy would pan out to be something special. Sometimes they argued with Viktor, and sometimes they wussed out before any of the fun started, but in the latter case she’d usually find someone new. This was just a buzzkill.
Turning clockwise in her stool, Harmony first faced the bar before glancing up at Viktor, blue eyes wide and innocent. “Hey…” She started, voice a little softer now, quiet enough that he wouldn’t be able to hear her without those dog-like senses. The hands that’d fallen to her lap before rose again, one resting on the bar's edge while the other touched his bicep. “You’re not tired of this now, are you? You wanted to come out with me.” She sighed, laying it on thick and hoping he wouldn’t figure out her new game before the fun barely started (again). “Or are you just tired of me?” Drawing from somewhere more real than she’d like to admit, her eyes glistened in the flashing lights, filling with crocodile tears. Men could be so soft to crying, but she wondered how that differed across societies. Was it just natural, wired into them from the start, or would a man who’d grown up like an animal have no sympathies whatsoever? Could she still bend and twist him like she had the night that started this game, or was he impervious to all her tricks now? And if so, what could she do to hold his attention again?
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VIKTOR KOVACS
Werewolf
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Posts: 62
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Last seen Mar 29, 2024 20:04:29 GMT
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Post by VIKTOR KOVACS on Apr 27, 2022 19:41:41 GMT
Not here.
The jab was a chirp from Harmony’s lips but like with most things spoken in szar nyelv the words had barbs she knew would stick in his skin and irritate. Friends. There had been enough back home before men like the one he’d rescued her from had swept in to wipe them all out. Still there was family, his uncle and aunt, Tazi, Alex, Eniko, Aliz. All waiting for him to come and sweep them away from the God forsaken place but instead of doing that he was here, curled around her with that creak of a laugh rolling out of his mouth. Viktor gritted his teeth against it, pressing his mouth to her ear for a moment as he dipped down. ”More than you,” he murmured in her ear. ”A hozzá hasonló férfiak nem barátok, hanem esztelen vadállatok.” And yet every time Harmony allowed them close. He was not washing blood from her skin and kissing the lies from her lips again.
Begging for anything but those lies got him nowhere. Each attempt to help her with that truth just sharpened her claws until she shredded him. Once the pain of it was enough he snapped, like he too was one of those beasts, pawing and snarling until all the anger she put in him boiled out.
The simmered beneath the surface, leaving his lip shaking almost imperceptibly until she turned those summer sky eyes up to him. Viktor swore under his breath and Harmony’s scoff, wanting to rattle the sense around in her head. There was a brain in there, she was smart and not just in the way Alex had always been, like books could just beam their information straight into his head. Street smart, enough to know better about men like that. Growling under his breath, Viktor twisted away to the bar. Liquor would do nothing but loosen his tongue and his self-control. The puppy would grow teeth then and he would latch them on to any who came too close, tear them apart until maybe she would learn.
It seemed like the man already had. A huff out of him that might well have been a whimper rolled out of him as he scrambled away from Harmony. Viktor propped his palms against the edge of the bar, watching him run with cold blue eyes. One brow rose, amusement pulling at his lips for a moment. ”Yet, puppy is me?” he asked. ”Men like him run, they take what they want, no more.” They hollowed her out until he was the one left to fill that space. Yet, every time she went looked for them again.
Viktor eyed Harmony with the same look on his face until her voice started to soften him. Like butter in the sun, that innocence melting him until her fingers curled around his bicep. There it was. He wanted to sigh and pull away from her but he was dropping his head between his shoulder blades instead, muscles jumping at the hinge of his jaw. ”Not you,” he growled. The bartender gave him a look as he returned, concern creasing their face. ”Köszönöm. Ennyi... menj. Go.” Something in his voice had to hit because the man turned away and he was left with those tears shimmering at him in Harmony’s eyes.
Chest heaving, Viktor picked up his glass and drained it in one gulp. He set it down on the bar with a crack, turning to her just as savagely to settle his hand against her neck, under the tumble of blonde hair. His thumb found the tip of her chin, tipping it up as his brows rose. ”I came to protect, not to be … not to get torment. They’re not good for you. You get, yes?” This no game, Harmony. No fun to see you hurt … bleeding.” The words were ground out between his teeth, that rough edge back in his voice. The only one it seemed fun for was her, until someone bigger started to win and then she was back in the shower, shaking until she had the strength to pull him in again. No, not fun for him.
Tagged: HARMONY * Word Count: 695 Translation: Men like him are not friends, they're mindless beasts/Thank you. That's all ... go!
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HARMONY
Siren
Posts: 111
Played by:
Julia
"You should see me in a crown."
Last seen May 8, 2024 21:41:33 GMT
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Post by HARMONY on May 18, 2022 19:59:25 GMT
━ watch me make them bow ━ MEN LIKE HIM?
“And how are you any different, hm?” Harmony raised her brows. Not that Viktor would run (she couldn’t get rid of him), but would he leave when he got what he wanted? It didn’t bother her, honestly━or it shouldn’t have. She’d go back to her regular life once he was gone, and that was… better. Yeah.
Men like Viktor were easy to control with one look and a few soft words. Harmony turned it on him now, ready to tear the puppy apart as soon as she had him in her claws. He’d fall into her game tonight no matter which cards she had to play.
‘Not you,’
Her smile should’ve been sharp and full of teeth, of the fangs she’d rip into him with. Instead, it was soft, gentle, barely turning up the edges of her full lips and… genuine. That was the worst part. She could feel the flutter in her belly, the relief that he wasn’t ready to give her up yet. Harmony thought she was guiding Viktor into her trap but, really, the metal teeth were about to close around her ankle.
Viktor wasn’t as soft as some men would be. She was staying at a new guy’s once, before she’d infected him, and he’d started to snap at her. She couldn’t remember what it was about, only that he was yelling, and she started to cry to get out of it. He’d practically become a puddle on the floor at her feet, arms around her waist, begging for her forgiveness. He was hers to control even before she let the venom seep into his mouth.
Instead of her waist, Viktor’s touch was at her neck, sending little shivers through her body. He commanded her focus with nothing more than a thumb pressed to her chin━Harmony found her eyes locked on his, and she wondered who was being controlled now.
No, it had to be her. It always had to be her.
But she didn’t know how to process what he’d said. It wasn’t fun to see her hurt? Why the fuck did he care? The game wasn’t fun when she suffered, apparently, but he didn’t like to suffer, either. Then what were they doing? What were they playing if not her game, where she tortured him by going for somebody else? She had to remind him that she was not his, that this wasn’t long-term. Eventually, he’d be replaced like all the men before, but she wanted to see Viktor’s anger spike in the time between. He was reminded he didn’t own her, and then he’d lay claim in all the fun ways she liked best.
Perhaps this was just a vicious cycle.
“Why not?” She mumbled defiantly, though her voice was still barely above a whisper. “Why aren’t they good for me? Not all of them end up like… that; not all of them are bad. Would you stop caring if I stopped getting hurt by them?” He seemed angry, but Harmony raised her head to press their lips together anyway. She wanted to taste him, but she’d pretend it was another way to rope Viktor in before breaking away.
Because she did. Harmony stood from her seat, a hand on his chest to push Viktor a few steps back with her. “If it’s not fun, don’t play.” She hissed, walking into the crowd of dancing bodies. Harmony was immediately accepted, and taken in by a willing dance partner. From behind, his hands skimmed the narrowest part of her waist, guiding her body against his. She soaked in the music, letting the bass control the rhythm of her hips against his. Viktor could go back to the motel for all she cared; Harmony could pretend this guy was whoever she wanted as her hands came up and then back, cradling the back of his head and guiding his lips to the soft curve of her neck.
VIKTOR KOVACS | alrighty lets start to wrap 'er up
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VIKTOR KOVACS
Werewolf
alpha
Posts: 62
Played by:
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Last seen Mar 29, 2024 20:04:29 GMT
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Post by VIKTOR KOVACS on Jun 16, 2022 18:51:16 GMT
How was he…?
Viktor froze, staring at her like she’d just revealed to him the earth was actually flat. All unblinking blue eyes and that tension that stayed bow-string tight as he remained there. Different. He had to be. She hadn’t walked away from him bloodied and shaken when they were done, although maybe that was the problem. Harmony wanted him to be like them, wanted to push him until the thin line eroded entirely.
Nem. She would have to get used to the disappointment.
Shaking his head, Viktor looked away but the amusement had given way to muscles twitching in his jaw as he waited for the bartender to come back. Not fast enough. He grumbled under his breath, shaking his head until he ended up hunching forward again, muttering unintelligibly under his breath. Threats of what he wouldn’t do because he wasn’t them, he didn’t set hands on her in the same way. Couldn’t.
Harmony might have thought that meant he was tired of her, ready to walk away and finally rid himself of the itch under his skin but he was the opposite, as he’d always sworn. Had she not seen that he was willing to stay? Did he have to tattoo his grip on her skin to have her see? He swallowed hard as the wolf’s smile – ha! It should have been ridiculous that she was the one that personified it so much – didn’t emerge. Something soft, real, appeared instead. Enough to have some of the tension loosening, the quiver of a string on the brink of snapping easing for just a heartbeat.
The game wasn’t over, would never be with her taunts tripping out to wash away his control like a tidal wave. Harmony pulled again, the string holding for just a moment but its fraying threads snapped and his fingers were around her neck, his thumb the lever to lift her chin so he could see into those guileful eyes. She had made the offer, had known what it would do to him to see other men try and do this to her.
Do you not see?
The words lodged in his throat in those burning wounds only she could inflict. Viktor’s laugh was strangled as his fingers flexed. Not all of them ended up tearing at her until she stumbled in the door so pale against the blood that hadn’t been hers. In the shower the last time he’d slid his fingers over every part, checking, relieving himself further with each inch of smooth, perfect skin he’d found. ”They hurt you,” he hissed, frustration burning in his tone. ”That what you want? From me … you want to hurt? … No! Were you get these ideas? I tell you, no stopping. Not tired of you, will not walking away. You hear?” His feelings for her weren’t a child’s toy attached to a string in someone else’s hand.
Another expletive fell from his lips as she kissed him. A coward’s way out of a conversation or a red rag to the bull she knew he was. Not fun? Viktor’s breath came heavy as he stumbled back, his lips still tasting of her as he knuckled them. ”Don’t?” he asked, like the concept was ridiculous. He waved the bartender off as they drifted back, the heat in his eye cutting off any argument. Harmony knew he would go after her and he was weak enough to do it, to want to carry on the argument, to show her once and for all. There was no hitch in his steps as he strode straight towards her, no hesitation as he slugged the man with his lips attached like a leech to her neck in the side of his head. A moment’s sting in his knuckles and he was pulling Harmony away from the man. The guy came up, venom in his eyes that Viktor beat back with another swing, bone crunching under his fingers.
He grabbed Harmony by the wrist, knowing it was too hard, that he would see the bruises bloom there later and feel sick over it, pulling her with him. ”Leave the fucking coat,” he ordered with a snarl, shooting a warning look at the bouncer as he pulled Harmony out into the cool nip of the night air. ”Megmutatom az igazi szórakozást. Ez minden, amit akarsz, igaz? Hogy egy rúgást kapjon a játék megnyeréséből.” The cackle of laughter would come before he cut it off with all that unfettered frustration. Hands gripping, taking, his mouth on her skin until all that was left was the two of them, joined in that twisted game that wouldn’t end until one of them quit. And it wouldn’t be him.
Tagged: HARMONY (The End) * Word Count: 784 Translation: I'll show you real fun. That's all you want right? To get a kick out of winning the game.
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