𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑮𝑨 𝑹𝑬𝑫.

+ implication that was certainly…interesting and one he’d certainly consider later when by himself.

“And what does it take, I wonder, for one to be considered ready for the Queen of Limbo?”

“Oh he’s quite dead, I’m afraid.” Arkady laughed before adding under his breath, more thinking out loud than anything else, “Didn’t taste as good as I hoped either.”

Even so, his attention was drawn back to the pointed tail still wrapped around his wrist. Her words, teasing as they were, held an +

He has exceptionally keen hearing-

He heard anyway-

+ occasion for them quickly drew his gaze back to her, one brow arched quizzically and a smirk tugging his lips. Surely she teased him.

“What was that now? I’m not certain I caught it.”

As he listened to the descriptor of the punishment she came up with, what he didn’t expect to feel was…nostalgia. It made him smile and look away. “Ha. For a minute you sounded like my brother.” He admitted with a laugh, “He was similarly creative.”

The comment about whips, however, and the +

Oh my-

Damn it, he should at least TRY to pretend that he has a little more pride and self-respect than this…but he doesn’t.

“…how were you going to punish me?” The question is asked with a curiosity he represses admirably.

He gave a nod. There was a long silence. Should he ask? He opened his mouth, thought better of it and closed it.

“…very good then.”

Apparently his eating of raw meat worries people.

Handing her a bloodied piece of whatever he was eating.

“I am sorry.”

Glancing down at the tail and then over at her.

“…do you think I eat too much?”

Eating raw meat.

He has the ability to purr.

Fun fact of the day.

+ that no one will miss. Such is the land of the free and opportunity, hm?” He couldn’t resist a wry chuckle. Old Soviet habits died hard.

“You don’t mind that it gets a little messy?” He didn’t think she would mind. If anything, she seemed to enjoy partaking in the blood just as much as he did. He liked it. He liked feeling…free. Understood.

“Oh, we can find more and we can do it easily.” He assured her, “This city is full of people+

A faint but genuine smile tugged the corner of his lips, eyes never breaking gaze from that of the Queen of Limbo. “I know.” He responded quietly, “I know you would.”

What even was this at this point? Arkady didn’t know, nor did he question it. His submission and loyalty were absolute.

“Probably not, although it’s not what you think.”

/ I need to stop using Torbek reaction images but it just fits the vibe of this acc too well

Painting little hammer and sickle designs on his nails.

/ he is so whipped it’s embarrassing oh my crease-

+ her as though she was made of crystal glass. His voice lowered, reverent, almost pleading.

“Would you?”

It was not normal for him to have someone this close to him, making contact with him, without trying to kill him. It would have been easy to overreact, panic…but he didn’t. Too focused on her.

He leaned in just a little closer, one large hand coming up to circle her wrist, gigantic yet handling +

/ it be two murderous blonde Russian bitches telling each other “exactlyyyy” and constantly rationalising each others terrible behaviour

It is certainly not visible. She has nothing to worry about, not that he’d tease her for it anyway.

“Thank you.”

The words are barely audible, accompanied by a soft rumbling growl from deep in his chest that’s akin to a purr.

If he had a dollar for every time he overshared about himself, only for things to go very quiet afterwards…

“Better than Deepthroat I guess. That was my nickname in the army.”

“I’m double-jointed.”

Neither has he. Hence the zoomies.