Scorpius:

Scorpius-- The reputed slayer of Orion, exalted to the skies. Now rising from the horizon as Orion, still in fear of the Scorpion, sinks below it.

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skeletal:

thieves leave fingerprints on everything. for the mastermind, the grifter, the thief, the fence, the hitter, the hacker and the perfect con; for planning the mark, dancing around lasers, shootin’em up and leaving not a dime left with a grin on your lips. a confidence artist’s playlist. [ listen ]

o1. gym class heroes ft. estelle — guilty as charged // o2. fall out boy — where did the party go // o3. the neighborhood — female robbery // o4. aloe blacc — can you do this // o5. gnarls barkley — run (i’m a natural disaster) // o6. thievery corporation — web of deception // o7. jamiroquai — virtual insanity (cosmic crab project) // o8. wolfmother — joker and the thief // o9. the black keys — gold on the ceiling // 1o. jack white — freedom at 21 (durden replay) // bonus: gioachino rossini — the thieving magpie

[aenigmatis]

Apologies for the prolonged inactivity— but the weather's been absolutely perfect here as of late, therefore I've been anywhere but behind the computer. The temperatures are rising a little towards the 100 however, which brings me back to Tumblr. Replies are incoming! Bear with me however, as the muse is still rather new and fickle— but only one way to change that, right?

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brothertobullets:

Once elevated to offend or defend, the state of his arm never wavered, his handling of the gun somehow solidifying his handle upon his state of mind. Weaponry and their execution had never been a stranger to Seth, in fact, their exposure had been a paramount part of his rearing. A world of bullets and bribery was the single world he knew; this the single world he could live in. And somehow, she saw that too. How? His internal query stunted whatever quirk his tongue liked to retort, his lips tightening where his regular temperament would have let them loose. However, the return of his routine bearings quickened at the mention of the only other who mattered. 

"And how the fuck would you know where Richie’s gone?” The tether that attached his suaveness to his sanity thinned the further it was related to the man in question. Yet, as she continued, cool and not crazed, Seth submitted to the three letters she coerced him into asking. “What? You have no idea what the hell you’re talking about. You don’t know shit about what I do, why I do it, so I suggest you move right along, sweetheart. Ain’t nothing for you here.” 

It wasn't that nothing else held her interest, but the further notion of his sibling at this very moment began to wear thin on Scorpio's nerves, an obstacle to answers she sorely craved— therefore it was temporarily gifted with a case of blissful ignorance. Action-reaction, however, seemed to have been the cause of his aggression and where others might find flinching the appropriate course of action; for Scorpio it was enough to bring apexes in upward motions, "Ah," A graceful arching of an eyebrow marked the introduction to her retort.

The entity found herself decreasing the distance between them a slight amount more, though it was more so done to assert the natural dominance which ran through the core of her essence, "Criminalism runs through your veins more than you'd ever dare admit or even realize. And it's the one true constant in your life— the only matter rewarding enough for you to pursue without halt." There was a prompt pause, "And you excelled. Or at least you did, until you turned a heist into a personal and emotional vendetta."

"Do you remember the sound of those cuffs when they secured your wrists, Seth Gecko? I do— you had tremendous potential and you willingly threw it away. For once, your brother was right."

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[oldtaintedtemptress]

For the lips of a harlot are like a honeycomb dropping, and her throat is smoother than oil. But her end is bitter as wormwood, and sharp as a two-edged sword. Her feet go down into death, and her steps go in as far as hell. They walk not by the path of life, her steps are wandering, and unaccountable. Now, therefore, my son, hear me, and depart not from the words of my mouth. Remove thy way far from her, and come not nigh the doors of her house.

Proverbs 5:3-8

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[aenigmatis]

You are a fever, you are a fever — you ain't born typical.

Living in a suitcase, (meet a clown, fall in love) Went down to have you over, (going 'round a breakup) Take you to a jukebox, (that's the situation) Pick you out a number. (and that's our arrangement)

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brothertobullets:

It surrounded him in its great, heady mass, suffocating him from the outside as the invoked anger within him kept to the same temperature; in the small space of minutes heat had become him. His fury’s instigator was nowhere to be seen, his brother having wandered away aimlessly, supposedly recuperating after their short-lived squabble. Seth, however, was rejuvenated. High on the influence of the liquid reviver known as adrenaline.  His fingers twitched as he moved forwards, their tips tingling as he twirled them around the hot air and climbed back up the slope he’d forced Richie down. Just as he arrived above it, he discovered another presence had arrived first — a poised female presence setting her sights on him and her hands on his. Fast fingers found his gun.

"Yeah? Well I can tell you something real personal is gonna go down unless you tell me who the hell you are and what you want with us.”

Slow grazing retreated to a gentle caressing of digits to the vehicle's steel surface, almost as if willingly reverting any incidental damage she might've caused, "I bear no interest in your brother at this time. Speaking of— he's well, wandered quite the distance, but well." No harm nor foul meant.

After the smallest release of air escaped from manifested lips; magnitudes of ocean hues met chocolate as she spoke again, "Put that thing down, sweetheart, you're going to hurt yourself." Light-hearted advice from Scorpius was rare, but she found herself with more patience than usual in current company. The spoken words had found themselves tickling the corner of rose-tinted lips— though the sight was short-lived. And so as one more step was taken in his direction only moments later, the entity's gaze intensified before it broke away entirely, at least for now, "—Five years ago, you let it become personal."

[aenigmatis]

It had catastrophe written all over...

They're intricate, require planning up to meticulous standards— one misstep, inadvertent or not; and every detail you thought you had processed crumbles without a second thought. You can't make them personal, they'll cloud your judgement; revenge, wrath— each action-reaction which can claim your downfall. And this? This had catastrophe written all over it, this was proof as to how flawed these beings proved they could be. How mistakes which could encompass their lives could be made so easily— a determination forged so perfectly, yet was accompanied by such flaws which bore the incredible opportunity to discredit and leave the strength faltered, shattered in their wake.

Shadows concealed inquisitive oceans of blue from any outsider's perception— while each moment, movement; each passing second was carefully registered. At various times, her presence had been nearer than any mind could comprehend; entirely invisible to a human's eye. The mistakes were easy to identify; though it was marked as a devastation upon the first breach through that entrance door; since from that point forward, it was one bad call after the other.

"You made it personal." A whisper easily robbed of its volume by the surrounding body of wind— as the sound of the cuffs securing his wrists had surely been louder in her manifestation's ear than any other, except perhaps his own. It was the concept of failure embodied, a concept which resonated louder in a thief's ears than any other reality ever could.

He had potential, a potential laid to waste by emotion's influence. She'd return— with his name fresh on her tongue. Seth Gecko.

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Five years had elapsed, give or take a few days since his release— resolving concerns of personal significance, or rather, pursuing a piqued interest were pressing matters to the entity; and so no more time needed wasting. Surroundings were far from ideal, but she'd settle. Brother in the picture upon her arrival? Well, subtlety in such matters weren't exactly high on her list of importance.

"You made it personal." The statement bore no followed sentiment for now; instead, she permitted tips of digits to come to a rest on a nearby surface, nails inadvertently grazing the hood of the car. —And that marked your downfall.

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hillsidegravestone:

     "… — nice timin’, Selina Kyle. One more step," he had already coasted to a standstill before she turned around, eyes fixed over his shoulder in an unimpressed gaze on this would-be thief. "— n’ I was contemplatin’ whether I’d have t’pull my gun or not.”

"Selina Kyle, really?" Remaining nearly frozen in place; the badge still remained to rest in the very center of her palm, available for him to take at any given time. She's patient. "Hold your horses, cowboy; I'm just trying to keep you on your toes— you guys tend to get a bit rusty from time to time."

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hillsidegravestone

"—Pardon," A statement laced with a seeming genuine apologetic nature as arms collided; though the truth was far from it. For a skilled one, lifting a wallet was child's play and so was momentarily borrowing a U.S. Marshall's badge; but that wasn't how she'd play it out. Not exactly, any way.

After the slightest glance was gifted to the badge, Scorpio promptly enough turned right 'round on her heel, the metal resting in her hand's palm, "Marshall? Believe you dropped something." Apexes of lips rose the slightest bit; man, they were getting careless. That's what reality checks were for, no?

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balancingvirtues:

Rekindled focus fell askew with a head tilted. It was certainly a stimulating criticism— scenic sky hinted by suggestion of timely sunset, some darker tones would render it more ornate. Tugging the brush from jocular fingertips, upturning lips prodded towards keen familiarity. Dabbing finely amid the varicoloured palette, a serene response became uttered. “I didn’t paint it for clients. I had a very,” blending reddened strokes into thinning clouds, concentration paused her sentence for the moment. “— particular vision in mind.”

Call her curious. “Let me guess. A quick once-over and your instant dislike is based on principle? Y’know, because its new— different, and you didn’t put it there.”

Libra, the bane of an existence— torn from her, a conscience; on bad days one could even call her a walking curse. At best, lately? She was tolerable, but this wasn't one of those moments. "I do find myself questioning why you're so intrigued by these elementaries; a simple paintbrush on canvas— this is what you choose to do with your time?" Permitting the inquiry to drift amidst them for a moment, the entity found herself taking a step back; observing the process of darker tones blending in with the lighter. Somewhere within that scene, rested a beautiful symmetry; yet it remained invisible to Scorpio's eyes.

The moment of tranquility wasn't meant to remain— and when it was breached, it was accompanied with a sense of discomfort; a growing aversion, which was reflected by a straightening of lips, "I never asked for anything from you, Li."

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Scorpius Identified: Libra

“There is a certain place where the scorpion with his tail and curving claws sprawls across two signs of the zodiac”, wrote Ovid in his Metamorphoses. He was referring to the ancient Greek version of Scorpius, which was much larger than the constellation we know today. The Greek scorpion was in two halves: one half contained its body and sting, while the front half comprised the claws. The Greeks called this front half Chelae, which means ‘claws’. In the first century BC the Romans made the claws into a separate constellation, Libra, the Balance. — (x)

Though select portions of Greek mythology could be considered as works of fiction to the entities of the Cosmos, there's a truth in various aspects of them as well; such as the origin of Libra and its connection to Scorpius. Upon the creation of each Zodiac; Scorpius, the constellation of extremes bore too intense in comparison to its kin— there was an instability which couldn't be rectified on the constellation's own terms. Which is why the constellation was subjected to a separation— the "balance" of Scorpius would become its own; not to merely function as a balance to each fellow Sign, but to act as an almost conscience to Scorpius directly.

What was once perceived as the claws which were the supposed balance of Scorpius' portrayal in the skies are now the scales, representing Libra. At the end of the line, they may be two separate constellations, but more intertwined than any of their kin can comprehend.

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—For my bones have found a place, to lie down and sleep Where all my layers can become reeds, all my limbs can become trees All my children can become me, what at mess I leave, to follow

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Ah, the reward of a successful heist; the taste of victory on the tip of her tongue is deliciously sweet, no matter how big or small the spoils. And here was the indulgence which would always follow in suit, "What'd you think, ruby or sapphire?" Marginally guiding the magazine in the direction of the unfamiliar presence to her left, fingertips colliding in the softest of fashions on various images of necklaces; as lips portrayed a small notion of a smile.

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balancingvirtues:

“You want this one too?” The inquiry hung on a playful note, though her crystallised tone was sincerely bright. Her silent ambience wasn’t entirely lasting as bursts of colour were seeping into the ivory canvas, slender fingers popped the paintbrush into tinted water to cleanse. Meanwhile, footsteps came to shorten such a reserved gap between them, it was far from hospitable.

"— So, what qualifies it to be worthily set alight? Honestly, I figured you’d like it.”

"I'm certain you have clients who would enjoy it quite a bit more than I would." A strict glance had been shot in the other's direction; bare collision occurring between shoulders, as graceful steps brought the entity to pass the other; so a more investigative inspection could be given to the canvas, "It's missing contrast." A statement bearing a returned playful note; the smallest notion of a smile crossing feminine features, "—a deep red, perhaps?" As digits wrapped themselves around the paintbrush, twirling its tip along the rim of the jar, ridding it of any excess water remnants before holding it up for Libra.

"I simply have no interest in it; I do believe that should suffice as a reason."