α∂eρнαgια

❝Demons are like obedient dogs; † † † †

[adephxgia]

Formal goodbye below?

To those who care: I am going to delete Adephagia. It is not that I have lost my muse for her, it is simply because I do not enjoy even thinking about this account anymore. I feel pressured to write and for that reason roleplaying this character has become somewhat like a school assignment rather than something entertaining to do in my spare time. I apologize sincerely to those who have had threads going with me or anything else. I apologize to those who wanted to interact with this character at some point. I apologize for those who may have hoped that I would come back. I apologize to those who I had major plots going on with. I am going to give this character up now. I won't delete her because I am proud of the writing I did here and want to keep it for just a bit longer, so I suggest you unfollow. I want to thank all of you who interacted with me, all of you who supported me, even through the hiatus, and just everyone in general. I really appreciate the wonderful experience I had here. Thank you. For any of you who are wondering, I have created a new muse and you are welcome to ask for the url. (some of you have already found me by chance and don't even know it) If you want to contact me, I have switched my aim account and you may ask for that as well. I am attempting to stray away from recognition with this account and no longer want anything to do with it. I am starting over.

[adephxgia]

Can someone help me make an important decision before I just give up on everything?

[chizokumoved-blog]

cyril ☓ gain; // long time no see

[chizokumoved-blog]

Walking down the quiet streets in the night for Cyril is like having a moment to be alone at last. He didn’t like the crowd in a busy street, shoulders brushing past his like a wind as if he didn’t exist in the eyes of the mortals. Little did they know that the monster they’ve been told about since they were a mere child were right there when they bow and say sorry after Cyril looked back and yelled, his belongings scattered to the ground. Getting reminded of how much he hated the humans, he growled inside.

The moon seemed too sorrowful that night. It was darker than usual, the street lights too dim to give Cyril a better view of the road. He was sure there weren’t that much vehicles sliding down the streets that night, feeling the odd silence had made anyone awake to force themselves back to bed. It wasn’t even midnight yet, but strange, he had only seen a few cars and about less than ten passers-by. The path he uses to go back home was a short cut, and he assumed that not many used the dark way to the neighbourhood.

He felt a strange presence following him, still. He had noticed it a few minutes after stepping out of the dance studio, and he felt uneasy upon realizing the entity following him hasn’t stopped trailing after him even this far. Maybe an enemy, maybe an ally. At first he did felt bothered, but later on he felt at ease, as if he had been watched over with care. Something he barely felt since he first existed, something he didn’t know he would feel.

The hair at the back of his neck stood up, somehow. He sensed that the aura was of a powerful being, and he was sure it wasn’t a normal entity. Tapping his nails on his shoulder with his bag hung over it, he glanced behind him only to find nothing. Sure, he was never scared, but if the one behind him was one of the archangels, he’d rather run back home and tell them to get lost. None of their bullshit will be tolerated when he’d already been pissed at one of them barging into his lair once— no, a few many times already.

The demon remembered the years after his fall. The seraph who took care of him had visited him countless of times without caring about the warning of not associating themselves with a being such as him. ”This orphan,” he said once while running his holy fingers over Cyril’s hair, himself declaring him as a filth touched by a flawless angel. ”I missed you, lad.” Cyril realized how far he took himself with his sins and even left the only father figure in his existence to another world, letting him stay behind in sorrow. He felt guilt, but there was no way he could turn back to the Elysium. He was banished and thrown with no ladder to climb back with. He apologized to the seraph, telling him to go before disappearing before his eyes. He wasn’t a being of guilt, he didn’t have to feel sorry. Now he was meant to destroy, to oppose. All the memories flood out of his head as he cringe.

Out of sudden, his head was nudged forward, making him cover the back of his head. One simple greeting was thrown to him before he turns around, furrowing his eyebrows. He caught a sight of a woman grinning down at him, eyes lingering up and down himself as if he was a prey. ”Who might you be… miss?” he asked, rubbing the place where he had been nudged. She dared calling him, the highest demon of destruction a kid? Cyril knew she wasn’t a mortal, and he didn’t hesitate baring his long fangs to her. A sense of familiarity shook him but he wasn’t entirely sure of who she was. The depth in her eyes resembles him in many ways possible, and he stared at her with full of curiosity.

[adephxgia]

Who. The word freezes time, stops the world from spinning continuously, drops her heart to the bottom of her stomach. It steals the lingering speech dancing on the top of her tongue while she loses herself in numbing thoughts. Who is she to him? Who is she to attempt sneakily wandering back into his life after decades and centuries of watching from a distance that could have easily been closed by courage? Who, as in he did not recognize her at all. It’s painful to admit, although this does not surprise her. Who! And she is struck by the sudden agonizing realization that she is no one to her precious someone. Thousands of years and she has still yet to learn the lesson of equally balancing one’s hope and pessimism to lessen emotional tragedy. Perhaps somewhere along the way of living without parents, he has enforced the thought of being a motherless child into his head. Yet here she is, desperately unable to forget that he was once her own to nurture and care for. A constant reminder of a failed responsibility that would forever weigh down on her shoulders.

It is unreasonable for her to wish that he’d remember anything about her. Too much to ask for him to recognize her voice or simply the feeling of her presence. Her appearance has been altered too many times to be a proper candidate for recognition either. Therefore, there is nothing to assist the male in recalling and that is almost enough to convince her that this confrontation will only be vain. Most likely, she will walk away from this encounter with her heart heavier than ever before within her chest. Had she not been manipulated into sinful ideas, then this would not be necessary. Fear and wariness would never latch themselves onto her words and actions, ruining every little thought. Had she not been so gullible. Had this, had that. Excuses. It’s her fault, her fault, all her fault. Her mind collapses in on guilt. But she thinks, if not for her mistake, he would not have been born. Thus, she cannot bring herself to regret a single thing because he is truly a lovely gift from God, even if Heaven cast him away and Hell swallowed him whole. He was her son.

Her son. The idea is hard to grasp; quite like attempting to confine minuscule grains of sand within the palm of one’s hand. Each time she thinks of it, disbelief becomes the cracks between her fingers and slowly drags away the notion as quick and fluid as flowing water. But the signs, the similar details are all there. How could a mother ever abandon the memories offered by the happiness of their own child? How could she fail to recall anything when she had kept an eye on him for so long? Still, to be right in front of him is different than lurking far away. She can pinpoint the features that may have been passed down from his father or from herself. This way, she can watch and experience his perplexed gestures when he fails to recognize his own mother. She can witness the fact that she is no longer needed in his life because he’s all grown up now. Had she ever been needed? Unsurprisingly, it’s hard to figure out whether she should be proud or heartbroken.

Everything is lost midst numerous indecipherable emotions that exist merely to wreck what little human-like qualities she contains, or maybe to display how human-like she is capable of being. Even she has weaknesses to expose. It’s not until now, when all comes cycling back to the tormenting question of who, that she deems her own child to be one of them. She is not one to hesitate when she wants something, but cautious is the only thing fueling her actions now. There are a multitude of ways she could have gone about greeting him. But she settles for a small nudge to the back of his head, restraining herself from embracing him for the first time since he was an infant, because it's a gesture of affection she can get away with even if he happens to be unsuccessful in properly identifying her. She can pass it off as mistaking him for someone else if this all goes wrong.

"Adeph-" Her answer abruptly cuts off as she is reminded that that name is probably not the most memorable to him. That name began her days in Hell, began her days as a demon would could not care less for the emotions and pain of others. She wonders if he has heard of her then, or perhaps learned more about her when the angels spoke her first given name with nothing but spite. It angers her to think that the only things he may have heard about her are the horrible things. And to add that to her disappearance before he could even speak, there was bound to be hatred directed towards her, no matter how much she tried to defend her actions. Excuses did little when one rebelled as forcefully as she had. Now, she could only accept the consequences that would inevitably follow. What was the point in waiting when she could 'rip it off like a band-aid'? "I doubt you remember me, or maybe you might impress me," she begins, voice far too shaky for her liking, so she rushes her words, eager to get to the point without any tears being shed. "Hadraniel, now referred to as Adephagia. Spent my days up in Heaven until I had a child with Lucifer. I think you can guess where I'm going with this. Long story short, I—I missed you and I'm here now."

[adephxgia]

Yeah... I don't know anymore. Semi-hiatus? Hiatus? I guess. School and other shit. I don't know what to say.

[archive4selentieun]

█ ▌a hazy daze. ░ n ✕ a.

[archive4selentieun]

[ ♕ ]   These people who were around her, they were covered in filth. Escaping reality in order to drown themselves in intoxication, letting their frustration be poured out to another and suddenly by the morning arises in front of them; they’ll fall apart all over again. Being happy, the problems that form in another’s lives they were all temporary. It’s about cherishing those emotions and memories, good or bad. Life wasn’t ever easy for people; including herself to be in that mixture as well. No one was ever better than another, we were all equal but yet we assume and judge based off of appearance and first impressions so it’s saddening to even think about. Just like one woman hangs around the bar with the shortest dress that stops upon the mid-thighs, a group of men can gawk at the beauty that appeared through the dim light and the women can scoff so easily at how pathetic she looks.

Naeun spends her hours around places like this, observing with a keen eye and drinking her stress away — but she learned so much just by staying quiet and listening to others. Even when she could care less about what occurs during their life.

Speaking of caring about another’s well being — she didn’t know what brought her into caring about this stranger besides her. Normally those who she kept a conversation with during the bar at this hour of the day, they would leave and it’s a one time encounter. A simple disappearance and she’s left with questions that she never had the chance to ask. Creating friendships here is rare, because when she’s asking if they remember anything from the time previous to the present one; all she sees in a blurred memory in the glint of their eyes, a blank expression upon their visage and she’s left there acting like some fool. “Oh you’re welcome. Gotta keep an eye out for some people when it comes to places like this, always trying to get what they want the easy way too.” She would know, she experienced it herself. Just once. Collasping into another’s arms only to find her back pressed against the mattress, wrists chained to the headboard but then again she managed. The grasp was loose, the key and a hairpin was resting on the table not too far and she escaped; with a prized possession and feeling successful from that night of having her hands painted in crimson.

Despite the loud noises hanging around in the background, desires spilling pass stranger’s lips, husky mumbles of cravings escaping their mouths were slipping in her ears but then again. She ignored it all, drawn to the silence that took over her for the meantime whilst her eyes were drifting over to the glass. The liquid was only plastered on the edges, watching the tiny droplet of the substance of grey goose vodka began to fall onto the counter top and the woman’s voice caught a hold of her cautious. Making her snap back into reality and she fixated her attention properly to the attention upon the woman besides her. “I- My apologies for sounding like that then.” She replied back, suddenly feeling bashful for showing no emotion in the way she spoke to her. Sounding as if her company wasn’t enough and how she was bored of her — what was her name again, Gain? Interesting. “Nice to meet you as well, Gain. I’ll make sure to keep it in mind then.”

Intentionally her mood was brought down, slowly it began to rise because of the woman’s presence and company. Perhaps that’s why she hasn’t been in the brightest of mood. Was it wrong to feel the need, the desires of having another next to her? Not in the way where their legs would be tangled into the thin sheets upon the bed, the obscene sounds filling up the room like any other but no it was never like that when she wants someone. It was just, hearing someone’s voice besides her own and having to see someone smile at her was something she enjoys. And she sees it now, gazing at it and engraving it in her mind to remember it.

"Just letting the hours fly by, ignoring the sleep that calls me to escape reality even if it won’t last long." The compliment made Naeun smile, the question makes her curious to why she asked but in the end of it all she gives an answer. Vague not wanting to spill too much of what she’s really here for.

[adephxgia]

Again, there is a vague sense of hidden meaning lurking beneath the casual tone of the female’s words. One that almost has Gain leaning forward in her seat to catch a glimpse, a fragment of a secret never to truly be revealed. And thoughts of saucy or haunting private affairs keep her lips sealed shut against hurriedly developing questions, gaze settling unwavering upon the young lady beside her. She awaits further explanation to the brief sample of advice that was unneeded, but it never comes. Countless remarks are held uselessly at the roof of her mouth by a sly, conniving tongue despite her personal knowledge about silence’s importance. They are the same in this way. Both savor the information given to them and retaliate with details moderately blurred by imprecise guidance. Naeun and her slightly monotone voice and practically expressionless face speak of an uncaring emotion. Yet her actions, being located in the filthy confines of a bar while drinking to her heart’s content, it all hints at caring enough to try and wash away whatever pain or stress felt with the consumption of alcohol.

A faint feeling of understanding embraces her, drawn to the realization that much more than boredom and lack of other convenient company or just simple similarity keeps them in their seats. More than just a similar hobby or pastime lets them remain in one another’s company, possibly to seek each other out in the future for the enjoyment of further conversation. The exact details about each of their pasts may be lost in unclear statements, but there’s the presence of wanting to know that seals their fates. “Pathetic, isn’t it?” she inquires, gaze filtering a faint expression of disgust as her eyes do a quick sweep of the entire expanse of the place. “Almost disgusting how they attempt to use the senselessness of intoxication to procure what they want. Pitiful how they sit and patiently wait for the opportunity to arise from anyone at all, not caring about what consequences may tag along because they are in a time of utter desperation. Or perhaps their minds have been defected, corrupted, and obsessed with sin, unbeknownst to anyone because we merely don’t have the time to care.” A sickening smirk lifts her lips as she speaks, silently referring to her own activities as if she did not do the same things; as any hypocrite would. Sliding her fingers against the sleek surface of the bar top, she absentmindedly drums to the distant rhythm of the music before continuing on, “The world is a treacherous, yet humorous place, don’t you think?”

Eyes shining with a suspicious gleam, she carefully watches her companion, eyebrows lifting in a silent challenge to reveal just a little more on her opinion. Even if the secretive female does, Gain knows that the statement will be just as vague as the rest, but that does not stop her. There are small hints buried deep beneath seemingly incomprehensible responses near to being inaudible when weaved into the blaring sounds of music. She hopes to receive an answer as dark, conflicted and wavering as the beating heart she claimed when she’d stolen her vessel. There is still that remaining desire to discover just how twisted this woman’s soul is when not concealed by the need to keep things hidden. She contemplates the option of questioning whether or not the other would like to change locations, perhaps go somewhere quieter. But only because she is selfish and wishes to learn as much as she can without the possibility of anyone listening in; she wants to have the chance of speaking her own secrets.

The apology directed at her is brushed off with a brief rise and fall of her shoulders, not caring enough to actually accept the meaningless sentiment. Other's opinions on her character have never been very important. At least, not when one could appear however they wanted. As a selfish demon, who rarely completed tasks that would not benefit herself in some way, she could not careless about people's judgment because she had already secured a permanent spot in Hell. Then again, there are a few mortals and around a dozen immortals who had gained the both her respect and the rare ability to mean more to her than an advantage to use in life. But that's nothing to focus on. Instead, she concentrates on grasping every word of the female's lazy excuse given for spending the night sitting a bar. Once again her answer is as fogged as a steamed mirror, though her lips are tugged up into a gentle, warming smile that accents her pure beauty. It almost serves as a distraction to deter Gain from commenting, but curiosity is too strong to let her slip away from her main motive for long. "Naeun," she breathes, leaning forward, face humorless and unsmiling this occasion. "You can never truly escape reality. Not in a bar. And certainly not in your sleep."

[adephxgia]

cyrilav replied to your post:

pushes u away to bed bye woman

don't touch me fuckface 

[archive4selentieun]

"Don’t let me die."

Put one of the following in my inbox for my muse’s reaction: “Don’t let me die.”

[ ♕ ]   Was it wrong to just stand there, completely frozen; unsure of how to react to such destruction around her. There’s muffled sobs and constant yells coming from left to right and she’s the reason for this all. How did they all catch onto all this, how did they seek her once in for all. Her lips curve into a small smile, weak and so faint it’s barely visible in one’s vision especially with the dim light.

I’m going to die.

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[adephxgia]

eyeliner as black as my heart, lipstick as red as the blood of my fallen enemies

[wolfrider-ruavi]

Do me a favor. Reblog this if you welcome the use of ask memes as icebreakers between characters that have never, or rarely, interacted before.

[adephxgia]

A rose

so that was obviously a joke but

lmao i hope you didn’t think i could actually draw

[adephxgia]

"I need you."

Sincere displays of affection are beyond her usual threatening or taunting mannerisms, but a hint of desperation is hidden in the woman’s quiet tone. Perhaps it affects her more than it should; her chest feels as though it tightens, creating a sense of discomfort that seems oddly similar to that of an unknown aching emotion. It is strange to feel needed, strange to think of oneself as a valuable necessity in another’s life, even when the declaration rings clear in listening ears. Hearing the statement vocalized by a female who experiences equal displeasure when divulging such sentiments makes the situation all the more perplexing.

She is quickly lost in contemplation of how to decipher whatever meaning is attempting to be revealed through the use of the word ‘need.’ The question of how to react mercilessly pesters her while she is frozen in confused wondering, unable to do more than gaze at Jiyeon before whispering, “I know.” Thoughts of passing off this unexpected confession as a joke fades away to be replaced with a sudden realization of possible adoration for her. Still, she speaks nothing of what needs to be said. Although she is unsure, assumption leads her to the conclusion that the other would prefer things this way, without the burden of direct acknowledgement of specific details.

Allowing herself just this moment to show a bit of tenderness, she tugs the woman forward and into an embrace that offers sympathy. Explanations vanish as she throws caution to the wind and finally accepts that she is able to feel. Hesitant, unsteady hands caress a beautiful face adorned with an expression of surprise, but it does not stop her. Arms secured firmly around the courageous leader’s back, she gently cards her fingers through fair, blonde-colored strands in a soothing gesture. And Gain keeps her locked in their tranquil silence and embrace for as long as she can; until she is able to find her words once again and admit, “I need you, too.”

[adephxgia]

                                                I’ve got {demons} in my head,

                                                n i g h t m a r e s in my dreams

                                               and - DARKNESS - in my heart

                                                     but I’m still s t a n d i n g

[pareidvlia-blog]

              She absent-mindedly drums the pads of her fingers against the bar, not in time with the beat of the music but more to her own little tune—she’s always been like that, had her own way of doing things—whilst watching the woman in front of her. She’s pretty, beautiful even but she decides to keep that to herself, just for now. “He’s seen you around before” Violet states matter-of-factly, dragging her hand away from the bar and instead curling slender fingers around her hip. “Said you looked a bit glum, and you needed it—told me not to say that though, told me to just give you the drink and say it was a compliment from the manager” she explains,  shifting her weight a little to the left. “Oh… probably because you’re pretty too” there, she said it.

[adephxgia]

Once the last lingering drop of liquid disappears past her lips, she gently sets the empty glass down onto the counter, sliding it back to the woman. Having the other’s gaze glued in her direction does not bother her. In fact, she finds it amusing, giving the same inquisitive glance in return. The rhythmic, consistent tapping of fingers against the surface of the bar has her humming along with the unknown beat. Whatever song playing through the speakers and loudly surrounding them barely registers in her mind. Instead, she focuses on the mindlessly created tune that stops just as quickly as it began, her humming ceasing as well. “Glum?” she repeats, perplexed by the adjective. "Pretty doesn't cut it. Do I look glum to you?"

[adephxgia]

✂

Soojung,

I’ll make this simple for the both of us.

I lied. I have nothing else to dwell on in this writing than the fact that I lied to you. The very first time we met, I asked you if we had known each other, if we had ever been acquainted before, not even seconds after I spotted you. I’m certain you knew then that I had mistaken you for someone else. But once you turned around and I could clearly see your face, I quickly denied everything. I insisted that you looked nothing like the person I thought of moments prior. And that’s when I lied. I’m not sure if you noticed, but I did. I did because denying something is so much easier than admitting it to yourself. We all have our moments.

You remind me of someone. Not just the color of your hair, which makes you so easy to point out in a crowd, but your presence. This feeling I get around you that is too complicated for me to describe efficiently. But that’s not the point. The point is that it hurts. It hurts to see you because it beings back memories that I’ve left to die in the past. A past that should never be remembered. One that I would never even think to explain to anyone at all. I am usually one without much emotion, uncaring and fueled by spite, yet this kills me inside. I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to speak to you. I don’t want to remember your appearance. This is vague, but I’ve said what I needed. You are a burden I have no desire to continue carrying.

I merely wish to forget.

[suminiah]

[ ✉ ↔ ] I was nearly shipped to the hospital in the ambulance the last time, my love. 

[ ✉ ↔ ] Are we seeking for an epilogue to that incident?

[ ✉ ↔ ] I'm kidding. You know I really do love your baking. What's the surprise?

[adephxgia]

[ ✉ ] It's just insult after insult with you.

[ ✉ ] Your innocent face is so deceiving.

[ ✉ ] I'm not sure if I should reveal my surprise to you anymore. :(

[adephxgia]

Walking around in the city at night was really her thing, the stars and the moon looked so beautiful up in the sky. It was one of those night where everyone rather stayed at home—but for Hyemin it was a night filled with adventures. The gardens of the city looked to empty and so dead, no one ever took care of the flowers around. No one cared about flowers in general, they just bought them for the ones they loved—they didn’t even know the meaning of the flowers. But she blamed herself for not telling them whenever they came to her shop to buy flowers for their loved ones. 

Hyemin put on her jacket and made her way out from her shop, and with her she brought a small basket of new and fresh flowers in case someone saw her. 

Spending at least two or three hours out there living up the flowers that had died in the cold, she was finally done and she had managed to plant the ones she had brought with her. These flowers would stay alive for eternity, but when she was about to walk past the small park she noticed how the Rhododendrons were withered. Taking small steps towards them, she then crouched down and ran her fingertips along the stalk of the flower as she hummed to a smooth melody, oblivious about the person that was standing behind her, watching everything she was doing. And there it was, the Rhododendrons looked like they just had been newly planted. 

”I guess my work here is done, then.” Hyemin said for herself before she stood up and dusted herself off. Smiling a bit for herself, she then turned around, and in just a second, her whole body froze to ice and her smile faded quickly. She was so sure that no one had been around, no one knew about her powers but now it seemed like everything was revealed. ”…have you been here all the time?” 

There are days where silence is the key to everything. Days where silence is the only savior conveniently accessible for relaxation. These are the days dedicated to calm endeavors. These are the days in which Gain craves nothing but the simplicity of merely existing without thoughts of corruption or sin. There are times where she wanders aimlessly through the city, free from purpose or commitment to creating unnecessary chaos. She would enjoy the warming presence of the sun shining bright above her or the illuminating light cast upon the darkened streets by the moon. Her activities would consist of every little thing that did not involve too much thinking. From reading books she cared absolutely nothing about, to trekking alone through the park as she was doing now. That is, until she hears the quiet sound of footsteps approaching, causing her to stop immediately and spot the source,

Her interest piques when a petite female languidly strolls past, seemingly unknowing to her presence, instead concentrating on whatever planned destination straight ahead. Initially, frightening the stranger, to the point of screaming while scurrying away from the area, seems like the most entertaining option available, but she decides to merely watch. At least, for the moment. She lets the odd events play out before her without the conflict of interruption or distraction, not daring to make a single sound. The heavy silence is swiftly broken by the woman's humming, soft tone and melodic tune, as the wilting flowers are tended to. There are no tools, no watering can, no fertilizer to assist the plant in recovering from its dying state, yet with solely the gentle touch of the absentminded female, the brownish color staining delicate petals is quickly chased away by a faint lavender. Just like that, the flowers bloom as though they had never been withering seconds before.

"That's quite the talent you have there," she comments once she is finally discovered, nodding her head approvingly. The girl's face is a mixture of utter surprise and distress, smile hurriedly fading into nothing, appearing frozen in shock. Thus, Gain does not bother to answer the pointless question directed at her. Apparently, the other had not considered the possibility of another hanging around the area before performing her little magic trick. Slowly, so as not to be seen as a potential threat, she walks over to stand beside the stranger, staring down at the revived flowers. It was interesting. Lifting her foot above the fragile plant, she brings down the sole of boot to crush the newly blooming flower, pulling apart both petals and stem with a rough drag. With an innocent, warm smile, she turns back to the female and nods to the destroyed greenery before saying, "Do it again."

[familiarxsong-blog]

(/she steps back as the other jerked towards her, taking a defensive stance and narrows her eyes, growling lowly. there was absolutely no way she was going to be leashed again. not now. not ever again.) Why do you want me? You have millions of other demons at your beck and call. What am I to you— (/taking another step back, she contemplates phasing out and hiding within the darkness of her shadows. she didn’t know whether she should wait for the other to strike out at her or not even give her the chance. Victoria’s only option here was to run.)

[adephxgia]

Aw! Look at you! (‘she sighs, a tone of affectionate adoration laced into her words. the almost threatening change of stance barely registers in her mind. her low growl sounding dangerously ensured a fight if she stepped any closer only increased her desire to taunt the other. the want to be left alone has never been so present in another’s body language before. it’s obvious that the female doesn’t plan on going down without a fight. standing at arm's length distance, she shrugs her shoulders as if unknowing about her purpose for wanting to have the woman at her side’) But they're not near as special as you. We have quite the history together. Us. Together. ('once the other steps back, she quickly takes two steps forward, mischievous grin growing wider. it would be almost an effortless process to snatch her up if she wasn't already contemplating an escape. but something told her she was. thus she reaches out to attempt grabbing her arm to tug her forward')