Gypsy Fire.

janikakozma:

Janika was confused. “I…I set them free. They happy when bad men out of lives.” She shook her head, tsking at him. “How you know? Only youngling! I do for decades! I BURN for decades!” Her voice raised and the second story window exploded outward, as if her anger had sparked…

She spun to face him, stepping back into his personal space. Stansing on her toes, she looked into his eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Life is from fire, in the forest.” She said quietly, even as she savored the screams emitting from the hotel room. “Destroy to become clean.” Her foce began to shake, and her eyes blazed with their own fire. “He burn me. I burn them in return.”

youmakemenauxious:

cielinexile:

hanselhugo:

celiafontaine:

Guys do this thing

-First name, first and last, full name.

Celia’s fetish is glasses.
Celia Fontaine’s fetish is feet or shoes.
Cecilia Marie Fontaine’s fetish is being forced into doing it.

Hansel’s…

Janika’s fetish is cuddles. Daww…
Janika Kozma’s fetish is aliens.
Janika Vadoma Kozma’s fetish is people with amputated limbs.

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janikakozma:

“I make my ‘job’.” She spat angrily. “Men hurt women, hurt women they say they loving, and the women can no fight back.” He pressed a hand to her chest. “Me, I fighting for them. Making them safe.” She pointed up to the hotel room, where a married man was with his mistress. “I…

Janika was confused. “I…I set them free. They happy when bad men out of lives.” She shook her head, tsking at him. “How you know? Only youngling! I do for decades! I BURN for decades!” Her voice raised and the second story window exploded outward, as if her anger had sparked the flames now spewing out of it. She spun around and grinned at the fire, eyes wide and manic.

cielinexile:

janikakozma:

She tilted her head. “Mer-ce-nary?” She asked, the word forign to her. “I just…I no like men who hurt their loves. They not deserve to live.” She nidded once. This was something she had been doing for decades. “Because Evard.”

“But…” Ciel’s face pinched up gruesomely,…

“I make my ‘job’.” She spat angrily. “Men hurt women, hurt women they say they loving, and the women can no fight back.” He pressed a hand to her chest. “Me, I fighting for them. Making them safe.” She pointed up to the hotel room, where a married man was with his mistress. “I burn him. If crazy I am, then I staying so.”

cielinexile:

janikakozma:

She blinked at him. Why did he seem so Afraid? They were only going to kill someone. “Why no?” She asked, moving to stand, much too close, in front of him, looking up into his eyes. “There is a bad man up there. He hurt his love. Wr hurt him.”

Ciel frowned. “Because I…

She tilted her head. “Mer-ce-nary?” She asked, the word forign to her. “I just…I no like men who hurt their loves. They not deserve to live.” She nidded once. This was something she had been doing for decades. “Because Evard.”

cielinexile:

janikakozma:

The gypsy grabbed Ciel’s hand, pulling him along after her. “Good! Good!” She nodded, smiling. “When I feeling badly, I make someone feel better! Follow!” Janika lead him to a hotel, and pointed up to a second floor window. “We go there, igen?”

Ciel choked on his own saliva….

She blinked at him. Why did he seem so Afraid? They were only going to kill someone. “Why no?” She asked, moving to stand, much too close, in front of him, looking up into his eyes. “There is a bad man up there. He hurt his love. We hurt him.”