She moved like a shadow through a world of light, her every gesture a calculated strike against the ordinary. | #MC/MDNI — Parody — Femme Fatale/Madame |
“My weapon is not a blade, but the reflection in your eyes when you realize you’ve already lost.” Colette.
• OC.
• MC/PARODY.
• Dark themes/Trigger warnings.
@MilitantOfHonor “You never know… some men don’t find it appealing for a woman to be blunt. I don’t need to hide it… unless I am playing a role.” A slow smile.
@MilitantOfHonor “I don’t need to get you drunk to make out with you. If my goal is to make out with you… but no.” Shaking my head, messing with him as I reached over to sip from his glass.
“I am not afraid of rejection… did you know women are much more aggressive when they’re rejected?”
@MilitantOfHonor I tutted. “You’re going to have a hard time with me.” I swallowed a swig of my drink, turning on my barstool until my knees touched his thigh.
Physical touch and personal space—I didn’t have issues with that.
“You came here to exorcise demons out of me?”
@MilitantOfHonor “Classified… hushed… you know the drill.” I touched the rim of my drink, glancing at his fingers before meeting his eyes.
“Your hands gave you away. You can’t grip a lady like that… but then,” I scoffed, staring up at him. “I wouldn’t worry about it.”
@MilitantOfHonor “Maybe our parents were pals… explains the other Keller.” I teased him, stretching my back slightly on the barstool.
“I work in special forces… let’s keep it there.”
@myerrantways — my mission. My teeth grazed his bottom lip as I heard his bitches screech and wail in terror.
“See you later…” A breathy whisper tickling his lips as I stepped away, seeing the crowds melting down.
@myerrantways — but my gaze was sharp. My hand aimed directly as I let my palm touch the stranger’s head while I balanced my blade. With a flick of my wrist, it spun and penetrated my target’s neck. A truly lethal thrown strike.
Then I crushed my lips against the man who helped me complete —