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The Fucking Liberty

“He comes in shadows, moves in silence. The Baba Yaga they call him. Prince of the Underworld. He got out once. He completed an impossible task that served to pave the foundations for a generation. That built on blood and bodies the glory that we know today. We have wronged him. It was more than just the car. More than just the puppy. He came back for vengeance. He came back for love. He told me to tell the world no matter who comes, he’s going to kill them all. I believe him.” - Winston. The Continental. New York City. 

“And [director of photography] Dan Laustsen, with his… He loves that little key light in the eyes. [Keanu] you were always getting the half-face lighting, the one eye, and the other guy in most of the scenes was always getting the two eyes. That was another plan. One eye versus the two eyes.” —Chad Stahelski, taken from the John Wick: Chapter 2 director’s commentary.

The Girl in Room 509

Ya no soy tu angel // I’m not your angel anymore

Mr. Wick receives unwanted information about the events that took place in The Continental London:

Miss. Lalienna DeMentriento now works for for the D’Antonio family. (See video above.)

Fast forward ten years into the future. This is also Mr. Wick’s reaction to the news that Judeth Clayton must now unwillingly take her place as Regent to The High Table. (Also see video above.)

Maybe it was easier just being excommunicato, no?

@lalienna-dementriento @f0rtis-fortuna-adiuvat

White Knight, Dark Heart

The Devil bent my ear today.

He said you needed a protector in this darkened world.

I came out of the shadows, with blood on my hands and the truth on my face.

I said: "What do you want?"

He said: "It's about a girl."

And I saw her.

Broken wings with a child's shadow at her back in a mirror of infinity.

I couldn't look away.

It was magical.

The Devil bent my ear today.

I won't forget I ever met you.

I'll hold your hand in the last hour.

Because I swore I would.

John Wick. Excommunicado. In effect 6:00 p.m. Eastern Standard Time.

~I do hope that Mr. Wick finds his way to safety.

He knew the rules, he broke them.He killed a man on company grounds, Charon.

~Do you expect him to make it out?

14 million dollar bounty on his head and every interested party in the city wants a piece of it, I'd say the odds are about even.

You and Me.

We're in this together now.

We will make it through somehow.

The cost of war

Prompt: “if you’re going to let me down, let me down gently.”

Requested: @laserglassspider

*rubs hands together maniacally,* fuck my sad mood. Time to turn this into something GREAT. Judeth...John....good luck....

As always, enjoy 💋

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After everything....

this is what takes the powerful couple down? The high table? No... John refused to allow this to happen. He had bled and cried and fought for this. For her. He would not relent now. No matter his hatred for the table. She was still Judeth Clayton. His Judeth Clayton.

The tower was quiet. She stood frozen in the throne room. So much had happened. Lalienna, years and years ago was tried and banished. Countless balls and parties were thrown in these hallowed rooms. And then finally, she had ended it. Ended Athena. Cut off the bastard queens head. Helen has quieted the Baba Yaga in this room. Judeth could still feel a presence of Helen. She needed her...she needed her angelic strength to endure the christening of her reign. She shuddered deeply at the thought. It was behind her...she had survived. And now...now she wondered if she wanted to. For John was angry with her. Well, not so much her, but the table. She was a part of the table now. And she had to play the part of the queen. She had to make decisions she didn’t want to. And John, her lover, her black angel, tried to see through it. He knew it was for an act. He knew her intentions were pure. But it still hurt. It stung deep, slashing him new each day. He laid beside her each night and held her. But she felt distant. She felt-she felt cold. The table was wearing her down. Hell, the table was wearing him down as well. His punishment had only begun when he was beaten that day during his trial. Now she was their dog. Their slave. He had to run and bow with each beckon and call. He had to obey, for he sold his soul for his life. Just to live the rest of his days...with her.

Judeth Clayton.

Now she was afraid. She felt she was losing him. She had nearly gone insane when Lalienna showed up. The jealousy she felt. Hers and Helen combined were eating her alive! She was so angry. She snapped. In her irrationality, she pulled a gun on her long lost daughter. John was her ‘husband’. Lali was her daughter.

Incest.

It wasn’t incest. But it was. To her, it was. She was ready to pull the trigger...she almost did. She would have if John hadn’t intervened.

Tears stung hotly against her cheeks. She was truly falling into a deep pit of psychosis. Helen had relented her hold on her, but she still held the guilt of all she had done. She couldn’t handle Helens love and devotion to John. Hell hath no fury of a jealous woman.... how could she compete? They had grew up together. They were each others first love. And then Helen was his latest. He loved her with the fire of a thousand suns. She felt shadowed by Helen. She was a goddess. How could Judeth stand by johns side and sleep in his bed when she was not Helen.

That night was only a brick to the tower of doubt. And now she stood in that crumbling tower, metaphorically and literally. She didn’t have to turn around to know who was walking into the room. His shoes sounding his forthcoming, her nerves lighting up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

“John...” a crack in her voice showed her emotion. She didn’t turn around to face him. He stood behind her then, feet apart. There was silence between them so thick you could cut it with a knife. She felt ready to collapse; and though she wished to embrace him, she kept her stance. Finally, she spoke.

“If you’re going to let me down...let me down gently...please” she whispered barely audible. Again there was silence. More tears fell silently. This was torture. Pure, awful torture.

“Judeth, look at me.” Not a command, a request. A sharp cry emptied from her throat as she heard his voice just as broken as hers. God, they were inevitable. They were doomed. But they were impossible to separate. They knew this. They couldn’t leave each other. No matter their insecurities and problems, they belonged together. They were in this...together. Two hearts becoming one.

She turned, swallowing her pride. What little pride she had left.

“I swear to you-“ she choked. “I swore to you all those nights ago that I was yours. Completely. I pledged myself. I made it clear that I want nothing of the high table. It is my duty, just as it is yours to serve them. Please, Jonathan. I can’t take this anymore. You’re killing me. I am yours. Completely. Wholly. You’re blood, Your ring in my veins. I am yours.” She gel to her knees, clutching her chest. Her heart- she was afraid it might literally break. She had never felt this way. Gregory, she did not love. That was not a marriage. That was a job. A punishment. Abuse. But John...she loved him. She wanted him so much it ached. “I swear to you...once more my love, that I have no intention, no want or need to rule. I would throw away this fucking crown if I could. I hate it. I despise it. I-I-“ She could no longer speak. She just heaved, almost vomiting. He was on his knees as well, pulling her into him. She shushed her gently, rocking her. This wasn’t the first time they held each other in this room. After Athena’s death. After Helen broke the Baba Yaga. They embraced. Now was no different. They both sat broken in each others touch, clutching to their lover for dear life. They feared each other. But they could not live without each other.

“I know. I know. Forgive me.” He mumbled in her hair, choking on his own tears.

They sat there. And they consoled each other with their words, touch, and kisses. They were broken lovers. But slowly, achingly slow, the shatters in their hearts began to mend. Almost reluctantly, the scar tissue began to cover the wounds of their hearts, healing. Together.

Together they fell. Together they would rise.

Medusa Risen || Vivere Camorra

“I watched her through glass. A slender white snake. Her eyes so green. Her scales so pure. And I thought to myself, ‘I want to pull her out of that world, hold her in my hands.’ She sank in her fangs... I should have cut her throat.”

tiny library ♥

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