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"The boundary between dream and reality is vague." 「Chrome Dokuro // KHR!」 「tracking illusoryflowers」

[-kuromu]

{pulse & deceit} g & chrome

[deltae-deactivated20150808]

        Oh, so was that the game she was going to play?

        From his place against the wall he could see her lips moving as she talked to the bartender, ordering a drink for him. Well, she was lucky in the fact that he didn’t mind most types, but he wasn’t sure he could say the same for his vessel. The younger ones always tended to have more sensitive taste buds, but that wasn’t something he could help at the moment.

        Once the drink had been delivered and placed into his hand, he brought it to his lips for a taste. A perfect martini with just the slightest twinge of lemon—not his preference, but it was safe and therefore tolerable. The corner of his eyes noted the girl’s retreating figure as she disappeared into a further corner of the club, his sight now obscured by the multitudes of dancing humans. The vampire couldn’t fight the feeling he was being toyed with, but he resisted the urge to make his anger detectable—he wasn’t the best at games, unlike a certain blond he had come to know.

        As he stood there on his spot against the wall brooding on his next actions, a female approached him with a sultry look in her eyes. Now G was not one for dealing with lustful human females, but perhaps his vessel would be more… inviting? There was a brief and slight spark of magic surrounding him as he loosened the hold on his vessel, just enough for the real owner of the body to surface. With a silent message to amuse the woman without forgetting his mission, he retreated back into the furthest recesses of his consciousness, watching as he pondered on what to do next.

[-kuromu]

      Her wards twinged slight at a sudden, small surge of magic. It was only a brief flicker, nothing enough to have any real effect, unless the vamp’s control was that good. It was slightly suspicious — his presence was obvious, unless he thought she couldn’t tell, even with the drink she bought. Still, she’d keep that incident in mind, although it probably wasn't anything to worry about at the moment.

      Extracting her phone from her boot, she checked it for any new messages. One from Chikusa —— he and Ken were arriving in two days. Far too late for them to help finish up the rest of the wards for the apartment; her presence was already known, and while most clan vampires didn’t bother with hunter’s business, it was better to be safe rather than sorry.

      Whether the clans approved or disapproved of her presence was irrelevant. If they were unable or unwilling to control the vampires within their territory, the guild stepped in, simple as that. Chrome was pragmatic enough to work with clan vamps without a fuss, but only if they were willing to work with her. Either way, she was getting the job done.

      Fiddling with her phone, she waited for the vamp to come to her. This power game was subtle, and she had already made her move. It was up to him to decide whether to work with her now — she wasn’t here to cater to snobby vampires who felt like they were too good to work together with a human. He had half an hour before she went home to finish her wards.

[itsgirlsday]

[pinkflamingobee]

[myuun]

[the-glitter-in-the-dark]

Lien Vieira by Mario Principe

[honeycaramelties]

Fatigue was apparent in honey caramel orbs, dark circles caused by the lack of sleep giving away how frequent he actually ditched his sleep schedule. People easily tended to assume being the boss of a mafia family was an official retirement from all the work; securing your life in wealth and letting your 'subordinates' do all the work. Technically, it was the rule. One Tsunayoshi chose not to follow, seeing as to how he was neither a boss, nor had the definition 'subordinate' matched 'friend' in his dictionary.

Compared to what he usually was burdening his friends with, he owed this much to them.

It couldn't be told in simple present tense, Tsunayoshi having this much work. Rather, he could say this was what he deserved; for he let the work pent up before he actually got around to it. Not matter how hard you try, old habits die hard.

His pen takes quick long strides on the corner of each paper as he signs them quickly, long ago mastered the art of spelling for he had given up on neatness. The second he heard the knock on the door however, he was swift to place his ink pen back on the table; as if he was waiting for an opportunity to take a break.

He entwined his fingers before placing his chin on his hands, an honest smile tugging his lips up at the sight of the mist guardian. Years pass, and well, what more can he say? People mature. Chrome was a delicate flower that blossomed beautifully within years of time. The self confidence she built gave her a radiant aura; a gentle rose yet with sharp thorns.

"Welcome back, Chrome. Are you feeling well? How have you been?"

He questioned after she greeted him, listening to her explanation with obvious interest; he meanwhile gestured her to take a seat before him so that they would both be able to catch up on and for he knew she was exhausted. "Please sit, you must be tired. Thank you for your hard work."

[-kuromu]

”Thank you, Boss,” she murmured, relaxing into the plush, comfortable chair in front of his desk. The necessities over and done with, she finally took the time to truly look him over. Although her absence was short, she frowned upon seeing how the bags under his eyes had only seemed to have gotten worse. It certainly didn’t take a genius to work out why — the small forest on his desk was reason enough.”I’ve been well enough, although I might not be able to say the same for you,” she chided gently, fond exasperation quite clear. Ten years was a long time for maturing, even though some habits have a way of taking root and never letting go of you. Boss was and is a splendid young man, a far cry from the old nickname Dame-Tsuna. Even if he still hadn’t managed to kick his habit of procrastination to the curb (it was somewhat endearing, these lingering reminders of their beginning).

”I can help you with your paperwork, if you wished,” she offered, a slight, mischievous smile on her lips. Forging signatures was child’s play; at this point she probably could have signed those papers better than he could himself. Chrome didn’t mind the busywork itself — once she got settled, she could focus on the dry, dull tasks for hours if necessary. With just a thought and a heartbeat, a faithful replica of Boss was standing by her chair, complete with a clipboard and fountain pen. Playfully, she added, “It still would be you signing it anyway, and no one would be able to tell the difference.” Well, maybe Reborn could, but he didn’t count, as he certainly wasn’t no one.

A little more seriously, she pulled the stack of blue colour coded folders towards her. “Let me take care of the finance and expense reports, Boss. It’s not crucial for you to know each and every little detail, and anything you need to know, I’ll set it aside for you to look over later. Alright?” Although she was a little tired from the plane ride, it was nowhere near the bone deep fatigue the brunet must have been feeling. He worked hard — too hard — and Chrome wanted to help ease that burden, even if only a little bit.

[pigrolampo-deactivated20150830]

 Last Lampo had known, he had been asleep on top of his own desk about 400 years back in time, but as he was transported to this era he was far too deeply asleep to notice the change of wood or shape of the material which he had been sleeping on top of. 

 He was confused when he heard the womans voice speak up and for a moment it sounded like Elena, but then seconds later in his sleepy haze, he realised that the tone of the voice was far oo careful and she sounded far too young to be the eternal light Elena. So he opened his eyes with caution, pretending to still be asleep because that was something he was good at and at first he was a little startled by the sudden change of enviroment, but then he saw Chromes face and it only took a second for him to recognize her, even if it did leave him terribly confused. At last he lifted his head, looking around.

          “Eh—

                 Where am I?”

Maybe he should start paying attention during the meetings.

[-kuromu]

      Huh. Well, it did not seem as if he had come here on purpose then. That did lead to the question of how it had happened, but given that she had found him sleeping, it was likely that the lightning guardian would not have been aware of it. Nevertheless, Chrome was glad that it wasn’t some assassin or pervert — she hadn’t gone to the kitchen to look for a fight, after all.

      “We’re in one of the Vongola’s mansions, the one near Napoli —— I believe that it is among the original ones the Vongola owned. Although you do seem to be in the wrong time period at the moment.” Quiet amusement crept into her voice; Lambo had his own share of time travelling stories and problems, and for Lampo to be similar in that regard was a little funny.

      Smiling, she began to prepare the tea she had come to the kitchen for in the first place. “Would you care for some tea? Or would you rather drink coffee?”

[remembrxncer-blog]

-kuromu

[remembrxncer-blog]

"Um, I’m sorry, I didn’t… um, see you there…"

{✑} That was an understatement — Belinda had been so absorbed in carrying her groceries and getting back to her current place of residence that she was completely oblivious to the outside world.

Of course, her blind foolishness had caused her to trip on a stray piece of trash — as well as cause her to send bags of food and drinks flying. She hoped she hadn’t gotten anything on the person who had been walking nearby (she had eggs in one bag, after all). {✑}

[-kuromu]

            “Ah——“

      Luckily for Chrome, her instinctive jolt away from flying projectiles kept her out of range, and a steady grip on her own bag of groceries prevented that from meeting the same fate of the scattered food items on the ground. With a sheepish smile, she held her hand out to help the other up. “Miss, are you alright? I’m sorry about your groceries…” Although the packaged items did seem alright, the eggs did not escape unscathed; the carton must have opened from the crash, and the rest was history.

[personaggio]

❝ ——oh, it seems you weren’t expecting something

so lifelike to waltz out of your illusions. So very sorry,

I often forget to warn users before I, well, make an 

appearance. Granted, if it weren’t for me you would be

very dead by now, so———I’d say we’re pretty much even.  ❞

[-kuromu]

        “I— thank you for your assistance, then.” Chrome responded dryly, inclining her head to this strange man. She was alone in the bland training room, had dropped the labyrinthine illusion when he had appeared like a thought, a presence that felt more like the manifestation of the venerated first generation Vongola than a living human. Similar, but distinctly not — a concentration of mist flames, closer to a real illusion. “You already seem to know quite a bit about me. May I have the pleasure of making your acquaintance?” Her voice was light and airy, easily covering the slight stiffness she was feeling. This strange man with his strange words; well, had he meant her harm, he would have had plenty of chances beforehand, if his words were to be trusted.

[130186]

[l3ubblepop-deactivated20160205]

[ancient-serpent]

Státní opera (State Opera), Prague

[kvoid]

sext: you look like the universe decided that it was tired of being so immense so it compressed all of its beauty and complexity and wonder into a smaller form so it could make everyone around it feel like they were a part of the stars

[crisolyn-uendelig]

Source .

[-kuromu]

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