jasonvtodd asked: "This isn’t exactly what I had in mind." ; katthias
Kyran rocked on his heels, one hand on his hip and the other hanging by his side as he raised a brow.
“Matthias.”
He raised his head to meet Kyran’s questioning gaze and shrugged.
“You called me over because you said you wanted to show my something.” He paused as he took in the sight of weapons that laid across the table. “This isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
Matthias’ss lip quirked up into a smirk as he crossed his arms. “Were you expecting something else?”
Kyran bit down on his lower lip, half tempted to reply with a cocky remark, but he knew he needed this. He took in a deep breath and allowed himself to savour that short moment.
“No,” He eventually sighed, letting his ego turn down a notch before he took another step into Matthias’s apartment.
“That’s what I thought.”
a lot of thanks to @hsinlvegas for always being a bub and telling me where to improve on, and @rawcatlawnchair for being my faux editor. this is the third and final draft for the prologue! ❤️ (alternatively, you can read it on wattpad!)
In a world torn apart by corruption and greed, cities all fed on money. Few cities could proudly say that they were clean and free. Even fewer countries dared to announce their threading on thin ice between corruption and equality. One city, though, that dared to was Vesdran.
With corruption and money in the system, human experimentations were not a surprise. Decades ago before Vesdran was clean from corruption, many families invested in human experimentations that mostly consisted of modifying the genes of their unborn children.
Anonymous asked: where's my snippet that i won't show to emily?
here you go!!
A shaky exhale escaped his lips as he
walked back to where he previously was and found a street lamp. He flipped the
envelope a few times in his hand, giving his own name minimal attention. On the
back of the envelope was a red wax seal, and when Kyran brought it to a closer
view, was stamped AA.
“AA?” He repeated after it and ran his
index finger under the seal to open the envelope. He took in a deep breath,
lifted the flap and pulled out whatever content was in it. He was surprised
when his fingers came into contact with smooth, wove paper. With a tug, an
invitation card came out of the envelope in ivory paper.
Kyran furrowed his brows as he opened
the invitation card and was awed by how exquisite the card was. It was
decorated in red and black along the rim of the card, and the contents of the
card were handwritten in the most fancy, cursive handwriting Kyran had ever
seen.
The Anastasia Association extends our warmest invitations to our guest, Kyran Ravensky, to our Spring Charity Gala on
the third Friday, twentieth of March, at the Fourth Francis Hotel, Galantica.
Kyran sucked in a deep breath at how
there was no RSVP, e-mail, or phone number to call.
“It couldn’t be a mistake.” He quietly told himself as he read the card all over again. “No one would make this kind of mistake with the Ravenskies.”
jasonvtodd asked: “You could have been hurt.” kaz @your choice
Kyran gritted his teeth as he gave a shove, slamming bodies out of his way as he heard the roar of Kaz’s car.
A fist almost connected to the side of his face as he twisted his body away from another. Kyran quickly ducked and struggled to hold down the pain that flared through his side. Kyran knew that his side was bleeding from being cut by a knife earlier, but if he let himself think about the pain now, he wouldn’t be able to make it out.
It was a foiled plan. Someone had sabotaged their mission, and Kyran was the only one who still hadn’t gotten out. He knew Matthias, Nicky and Livvy had all gotten out and was extracted from their locations, which meant that he was the last one.
“Kyran, hurry up!” Kaz snapped into his headpiece. He ground his teeth together and used the last of his strength to get out of the alley, where Kaz’s car was already awaiting.
The moment he stumbled onto the main road, the car’s door was already open, and anxiousness was written all over Kaz’s face.
With one hand, Kyran grabbed onto the car’s frame and threw himself into the seat. With a loud slam, he shut the door, and Kaz was speeding out of the road, leaving angry men behind.
Kyran slouched back into the seat, his right hand pressing into his left side, not wanting to alert Kaz of his situation.
“Were you crazy? What did you think you were doing acting as a decoy for Nicky?” Kaz didn’t raise his voice, but Kyran could tell he was trying his best not to flare up at that moment. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to ease the pain before he answered.
“Nicky was in a more dangerous situation.” His voice was steady and firm. Good, Kyran thought. He didn’t need Kaz to worry about him.
“Nicky can take care of himself, Kyran. You could have been hurt.”
Kyran turned to look at Kaz. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight his knuckles went white, and his brows were furrowed into a tight line.
“I’m sorry,” Kyran murmured, his breaths starting to get more shallow as his grip on his waist tightened. He could work with his wound in the car, but he didn’t want Kaz yelling at him or worrying any more than he already was. Kaz had better things to worry about. His cousin could have been killed tonight. His system was hacked in, and his members were all shaken up. Kyran was the last thing Kaz should worry about.
But the moment the car stopped at a red light, Kaz stiffened.
“Kyran, why do I smell blood in my car?”
jasonvtodd asked: “If you say another word about her/him, you’ll regret it.” Matthias to Mark about Kyran
“He’s nothing but a war prize.”
Those words rang in Matthias’s head for the longest times even after their meeting was over. The drive back to his apartment was supposed to be short, but with the anger fuming inside of him, and the urge to hit something rested heavily in his knuckles made the drive home even longer.
He hated how Mark saw Kyran as nothing but an object when Kyran had already been through so much in his life. Mark would have known what it was like to be objectified as a child, and he should have known what kind of reaction the rest of the team would have given when such words were thrown across the table.
Kyran was nothing like a war prize. He was not property of their enemy, they did not claim him as theirs. Kyran came to them willingly, knowing of the consequences of joining the association to sought for revenge.
It was unfair for Mark to judge Kyran when he already disliked the Ravensky boy when he came into the picture. It was even more unfair now that Mark called him a war prize. Mark never understood Kyran or his intentions, Mark never bothered speaking to Kyran after missions, and even if he did speak to Kyran, it was top with three sentences at most.
Matthias easily slid his car into parking lot once he drove into the apartment’s underground car park, and stayed in there to calm himself down.
But the sight of Mark’s car reversing into a lot raised his anger again. With gritted teeth, Matthias turned off his car and got out. He strode over to Mark’s, where his brother was getting out.
“Surely you aren’t mad about me calling Kyran a war prize–”
Matthias grabbed Mark by the collar of his suit and slammed him up against the pillar next to his car. Mark’s expression was torn between surprise, pain and betrayal as his head met the pillar.
“Matthias, what the fuck–”
“If you say another word about Kyran, you’ll regret it.”
Mark gaped, and he narrowed his eyes dangerously at Matthias. “You’re fucking insane. All because of one boy, you’re actually slamming me up against walls?”
“You don’t even speak to Kyran, or bother to get along with him. What makes you think you can call him a war prize?”
Mark clenched his jaw and stared right into Matthias. Matthias let go of Mark and took a step back, his hands shaking as the rest of his body went cold. His mouth opened, and Mark’s expression faltered.
“The next time you try to objectify Kyran like that, don’t forget what we’ve been through as children.”
jasonvtodd asked: “Don’t touch her/him!” for Gray Twins
Mika skidded to a stop the moment the car exploded. The intense heat scorched her skin, and smoke stung her eyes. Tears welled up in her eyes as she raised her arm to protect her eyes. She could hear Kyran coughing out smoke and Matthias’s low growl.
By the time the smoke finally cleared, what remained from that explosion was the Mercedes that didn’t belong to anyone of them, and Mark lying on the floor.
“Mark.” It was barely louder than a whisper, but to Mika, it sounded like the whole world had gone silent, and the only person left speaking was Matthias.
Mika squinted her eyes as she watched Matthias rush forward, stumbling over pieces of rubble from the explosion. It was amazing how one man who wouldn’t bat an eyelash when he murdered someone, wouldn’t even wince when his arm was slashed open, wouldn’t even fumble when the prettiest boy talked to him, was stumbling and tripping over his own feet to get to his brother.
Mika spun around and saw Kyran standing there, his face gone white from shock, except that trickle of blood that ran down the side of his face. Kyran took a step forward, only to fall. Mika rushed to his side, and draped his arm over her shoulder. Kyran blinked, and stared at her with an empty gaze. Mika had never seen such a confused, blank look before.
It was Livvy who was rushing forward that caught Mika’s attention. Livvy, who was wounded herself, agilely stepping over bodies and rubble to get to her best friend’s side.
Livvy was brought to a stop at the sight of Matthias cradling his brother in his arms, his head hung low, his mouth near Mark’s ear. Kyran inhaled sharply, and Mika whipped her attention back to him so quickly, her hair got caught in her face.
“Matthias,” Kyran winced as he stepped forward. Mika glanced down, and saw him bleeding on his side. She was about to say something when Kyran shook his head and continued, “Mark needs medical attention. If he doesn’t get it, Matthias will never forgive himself.”
“You’re bleeding,” Mika stated. Kyran stared at her with his mouth slightly agape and gaze blank.
“Never mind me.” He shook his head. Mika would have said more, but a crunch took her attention back to Livvy, and she was appalled at the sight of Matthias’s dry, red eyes, and Mark’s unmoving body.
“Matthias, hand Mark to me,” Livvy said quietly, as she stood in front of them, about to kneel down.
“Get away from us.” He growled out, and Kyran was struggling under Mika’s arms.
“Kyran-!”
“Don’t touch him!” Matthias snapped. Livvy had reached out to Mark, in hopes of prying him out of Matthias’s hands, but the older twin shoved her back hard, and she fell back into bits of rubble and glass.
“Matthias.”
hi guys! i did a character page for a thing that’s titled the winter sins. i’d appreciate it if you check it out, or them in general! i also have a pinterest for each individual character, and relationships. you can also come talk to me more about them! 💕
after hiding for four years, kyran ravensky returns to nixford city to find his parents’ murderer under the name of kyran hall. when he returns to school as a freshman, he receives an invitation addressed to kyran ravensky, inviting him to the anastasia association’s charity ball. with piqued curiosity, kyran gets entangled between the darker intentions of the association and the truth behind his family’s murder. along with members of the anastasia association, kyran finds himself so entranced that he cannot find his way out.
