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꩜  𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐏𝐓 .  .  .     a  private  &  independent  multimuse  rp  account.   genres  explored  include,  but  aren't  limited  to,  thriller,  dark  fantasy  &  ( psychological )  horror.  18+  only!  trigger  warning:   𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐏𝐓  depicts  graphic  &  sensitive  themes  such  as  abuse,  body  horror  and  gore,  substance  abuse,  blasphemy,  sexual  themes  &  more.  written  by kyra  ( twenty - six,  she/they,  black  mixed  //  est.  2024 )

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hiiii .. i haven't been on here in some time umm i've been elsewhere :D but also i think i need to revamp my muses and ocs

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☆ requested starter for . . . @feltraw

the  smoke  rose  from  his  freshly  lit  cigarette,  swirling  around  the  seedy  hotel  room,  leaving  both  of  them  in  a  thick  grey  veil.  ayumu  wasn’t  sure  if  this  (  the  room,  the  atmosphere  )  was  beneath  shoko,  but  he  couldn’t  really  say  he  cared  for  it  either  way.  he  had  requested  her  —   asked  nicely  even  —  to  meet  him  here.  he  hated  to  admit  it  but  he  needed  her  help. 

ayumu’s  latest  client,  if  you’d  want  to  call  it  that,  had  been  anonymous.  one  day  he  had  woken  up  and  a  big  envelope  had  been  slid  under  the  door  of  his  latest  temporary  stay  (  someone  had  done  detective  work  themselves  as  it  seemed  )  while  he  had  been  asleep.  inside  were  a  couple  photos  and  a  short  message:  GET  THE  JOB  DONE.  and  you  didn’t  have  to  tell  ayumu  twice  when  it  came  to  the  work  he  did.  he  wasn’t  all  too  familiar  with  all  the  medical  and  the  technical  shit  and  if  he  was  being  honest  he  didn’t  care  for  it  either.  but  from  what  he  could  see  on  the  photos  the  nothing  short  of  horrifying. 

❝  the  body  is  a  slave  to  its  impulses,  i  guess,  ❞  he  let  out  a  bitter  laugh  as  he  eyed  the  pictures  of  dozens  of  mutilated  bodies.  bloody  &  gruesome,  the  work  of  someone  who  seemed  to  be  a  little  too  familiar  with  this. ❝  so . . . what do you think ? ❞ 

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@ariescrypt : ❝ there’s a sort of evil out there.  ❞  —  JADE.

      ❝ it's fine... just don't pay them any mind.  ❞ his hand is on the door knob, twisting ever so slightly . . . when youre hanging around a hughes, you can never be so sure who's gonna' tag along — is it a freak with a gun ? or something here but not here ? doesn't matter either way, he's shit at reassuring. the concept of out there is so external to wesley at this point, that the only in here is solitude, safety in his own skin . . .

     until he finds himself mirroring the door, and someone's grabbing his wrist the same way he's grabbing that knob. knock knock, who's there? the scratches deepen on his pale wrist, drawing the slightest amount of blood.

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her  hands  move  faster  than  she  can  even  realizes  herself,  much  less  wesley  probably  considering  what  just  happened.  she  yanks  him  back,  away  from  the  door,  away  from  the  claws.  however,  as  fast  as  it  came,  as  fast  it  also  passes.  much  like  windows  shortly  rattled  by  a  train,  almost  earthquake  -  like,  before  being  left  in  complete  silence  they  are  standing  there  now.  wesley  bleeding  from  his  wrists,  jade  still  in  a  daze  and  netiher  moving,  barely  even  breathing. 

that  is,  until  jade  comes  back  to  her  senses.  ❝  just  don’t  pay  them  any  mind,  huh  ?  ❞  that  should  be  easy  to  do  .  .  .  not.  she  tried  to  lighten  the  mood  with  her  remark,  but  she  doesn't  feel  particularly  amused.  but  .  .  .  live  has  been  boring  lately.  it’s  too  dark  to  see,  too  dark  to  really  trust,  so  it  leaves  her  no  choice. with  a  sigh,  she  fishes  a  lighter  out  of  the  back  pocket  of  her  jeans  and  flicks  it  on.  her  eyes  grow  wide  at  what  reveals  itself  before  their  eyes. 

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peter parker blog loading..

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It takes a moment for Zack's question to land and then Cloud raises his head fully, unable to suppress his surprise. Not trust him? Zack? Of all people, Zack is the most trustworthy. Cloud would probably walk through Hell for him, if asked. Not that Zack would ask. Or, more realistically, do something that would land him in Hell in the first place, he's SOLDIER First Class, he's smart and strong and a hero and cool and everything Cloud wants to be but isn't yet and honestly if he's being realistic about probably will never be-- "...Huh? Of course I do." And all those emotions culminate into one simple dead beat: he sounds confused, mostly, squinting at his friend, his hero, trying to make sense of Zack's question. Cloud can't say any of what he's feeling aloud--it's too embarrassing, and probably unfair in some ways. He's just a guy walking alongside the heroes...there will be marble statues made of Zack and Sephiroth, but probably never for Cloud.

Cloud shifts awkwardly, holding his infantryman helmet between his palms, back of his neck growing uncomfortably hot. Again his gaze averts, this time down to the red filtered lenses of the eyeholes. "...Sorry if I made you think otherwise." He swallows and tries to embolden himself, for his personal sake, but also to regain the lost ground he feels he just garnered with Zack. "I mean--if you say it'll happen, it'll happen. Yeah. Uh--is everything... okay?"

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a  chuckle  of  relief  escapes  him  at  the  younger’s  words.  it  does  soothe  him  to  know  that  he  is  trusted  by  cloud.  however,  that  doesn't  make  the  question  directed  at  him  any  easier  to  answer.  the  actual  answer  tugging  at  his  guts,  he  tries  to  find  the  right  words.  because  the  truth  was:  he  doesn't  know  if  everything  was  okay.  he  loves  to  believe  it  is;  loves  to  pretend  everything  is  always  under  control  —  under his control  —  and  that  there  is  always  be  one  way  or  another  that  things  work  out  in  favor  of  everyone;  of  the  world.

but  things  have  started  to  look  more  and  more  grim  lately.  control  was  clearly  slipping  from  his  fingers,  slipping  through  like  sand,  and  he  didn’t  like  that.  most  of  all  though  he  doesn’t  want  to  worry  the  people  around  him  unnecessarily.  this  is  why,  after  who  knows  how  much  time  has  passed,  he  brings  himself  back  into  reality  —   the  reality  where  things  are  still  fixable  —  and  smiles  at  cloud  shaking  his  head.  ❝  don’t  worry,  cloud.  everything’s  fine  as  always,  ❞  a  harmless  white  lie.  ❝  just  wanna  make  sure  my  comrades  trust  me  is  all  !  ❞

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𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, she yearned for sunwalked places, to be wrapped up in refracting threads, translucent skin dappled by that light. this is her fatal flaw. something would always urge her to crumble, reduced to an utterly base state, four - legged, belly pressed to the floor, crawling forever towards brilliant objects. these are of the unobtainable sort by nature. they are the things you burn yourself out on. with her friends' abrupt departure, how could she help herself? there's a gravity about zack that caught her, at first unaware, and then entirely too conscious of these patterns of hers. not like that knowing could stop her. one step too close, desperate for some kind of radiance to graze her, and she was brought once more to her knees.

still, there were growing pains. a creature of prey, cornered: touch rattles sephiroth terribly, makes her go rigid, eyes snapping up to the face of her attacker, all at once completely lifeless for one whole breath before the tension was once more loosed from her. there's a flutter of ivory lashes, the rapid adjustments of pupils struggling to contend with stimuli within and without. a small exhale vented between them. terror went with it. for a body accustomed to the violence that comes by the hand, by man, it would take time to adjust to these shows of camaraderie.

something of a clumsy cover - up came to her: “ he used to talk about you all the time, you know. told us all kinds of stories. ” regarding zack with a pale warmth, a sad approximation that wound up several shades from a smile pulled at her mouth, mirroring his own uncertainty. “ i couldn’t help but feel that he was … exaggerating —  at least when it came to your relentless enthusiasm. i see now that i was wrong. ”

“ keep that with you. close. and—, ” she wavered. faced with his open - faced earnestness, whatever resolve she'd had to bear this weight alone was fading, and fast. sephiroth bled with sentimentality. it practically wept from her. “ thank you, zack. ” the truth: she couldn't go at this alone. it was foolish to think she ever could.

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it  was  the  first  time  zack  had  seen  her  smile.  he  only  realized  that  after  the  moment  had  already  passed.  while  it  warmed  his  heart,  as  every  smile,  directed  at  him  or  others,  did  —  he  loved  seeing  people  smile,  revealing  their  self,  laying  themselves  completely  bare,  being  honest  about  life  —  the  smile  gracing  her  lips  also  filled  his  heart  with  inexplicable  grief.  because,  somehow,  it  felt  final.  as  though  it  would  be  the  first  and  last  time  he’d  ever  see  it.  he  didn’t  like  that  feeling.  didn’t  quite  like  the  words  accompanied  by  it  either.  even  though  they  were  just  as  genuine  as  her  smile,  they  were  equally  as  sorrowful. 

❝  don’t  thank  me,  ❞  words  spoken  a  little  too  fast,  a  little  too  harsh.  he  didn’t  mean  it  like  that.  and  even  though  he  was  sure  she  knew  tha,  he  had  to  correct  himself  —  couldn’t  let  her  think  this  is  how  he'd  ever  want  to  speak  to  her.  ❝  what  i  mean  to  say  is  .  .  .  thank  me  once  this  is  over.  we  will  get  through  this.  together.  you  aren’t  alone.  ❞

her  words  still  echoed  in  his  head. relentless  enthusiasm.  he  really  tried  to  live  up  to  that,  every  day.  has  been  trying  for  as  long  as  he  could  remember  and  even  now  it  was  like  a  reflex.  he  couldn’t  help  himself.  the  lack  of  it  in  the  world  left  him  aching  for more  and more. but  he  couldn't  let  his  thoughts  wander  any  longer. 

❝  i’m  sorry  if  i  sounded  harsh.  i  didn’t  mean  that.  i  guess  that  comes  with  the  enthusiasm,  ❞  he  laughed  while  rubbing  the  back  of  his  neck,  realizing  it  was  running  hot.  being  embarrassed  —   something  he  didn’t  experience  often  —  made  him  feel  even  more  sheepish.  god  .  .  .  anyways.  ❝  um  .  .  .   so  what’s  the  plan  now  ?  ❞

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LEE JUN-YOUNG as GEUM SEONG-JE in WEAK HERO CLASS 2 - Episode 4

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this is kinda embarrassing but i need to write stiles from teen wolf asap .. void stiles too .. yes. ok

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trying to come up with a url for peter and im just sitting here like

[6lakes-deactivated20250918]

⤷ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 … 𝑫𝑨𝑷𝑯𝑵𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑲𝑬! a private and selective independent portrayal, originally of hanna barbera's scooby doo — rewritten into a modern horror gothic as a semi-original character. multiverse, open to ocs, duplicate friendly. solved by nik ( 21+, she/her, est ). slow/low activity, minors dni.

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HEEEE !!! needs to bother some of yall's muses i fear

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PROMPTS FROM GREY'S ANATOMY *  assorted dialogue from the television show, adjust as necessary

it's a beautiful day to save lives.

i am woman. hear me roar.

i am so in love with you.

i love you. i love you all the time. every minute of every day, i love you. god that feels good to just say that. i feel so much better. i love you.

i am not an ugly duckling. i'm a swan.

don't analyze everything. just do it.

i need the day off. for drinking.

yeah, we're friends. i mean right now i'd probably say you're one of my best friends.

i take things personally. i get emotional.

pretty good is not good enough. i want to be great.

stop looking at me like that. like you've seen me naked.

more tequila. more love. more anything. more is better.

we're adults. when did that happen? how do we make it stop?

we may only be together five minutes every two months, but when we do we will savor every second. we know how valuable those five minutes are.

why do we even try when the barriers are so high and the odds are so low? why don't we just pack it in and go home?

sometimes you have to be a shark.

deal with your jealousy. deal with your shortcomings. don't put your crap on me.

the body is a slave to its impulses.

you never think that the last time is the last time. you think there will be more. you think you have forever, but you don't.

if you love someone, you tell them.

you have to go back to the beginning to understand the end.

you were like coming up for fresh air. it's like i was drowning and you saved me. that's all i know.

knowing is better than wondering.

if you aren't willing to keep looking for light in the darkest of places without stopping, even when it seems impossible, you will never succeed.

i love everything about you. even the things i don't like, i love.

i want you with me.

i love you and i think you love me too. do you?

it turns out sometimes you have to do the wrong thing.

mistakes are painful, but they're the only way to find out who we really are.

not everyone has to be happy all the time. that isn't mental health. that's crap.

sometimes it's good to be scared. it means you still have something to lose.

just because people do horrible things, it doesn't always mean they're horrible people.

make a plan. set a goal. work toward it, but every now and then look around. drink it in, 'cause this is it. it might all be gone tomorrow.

i want so much for you. for both of us. so much more than this.

i want you to feel free.

don't ever date a man who can't handle your power.

you can have the worst crap in the world happen to you and you can get over it. all you gotta do is survive.

bad things happen, but you have to move past it. leave it behind.

we don't get unlimited chances to have the things that we want.

nothing is worse than missing an opportunity that could have changed your life.

promise that you'll love me, even when you hate me.

every kiss before the right kiss doesn't count anyway.

how are you fine? how are you just completely fine?

i am ruined, okay? i am dead. i am wrecked.

you fight. until you can't find anymore.

don't let fear keep you quiet.

you have a voice, so use it.

make yourself heard.

please don't give up on me. promise. promise me you won't.

she's my person.

the problem is we are human. we want more than to just survive. we want to love.

friends are the family we choose.

don't look at me like that. like i'm damaged goods. i'm still me. i'm still here.

i'm a hot person.

i make no apologies for how i chose to repair what you broke.

bet you wish you'd taken the stairs right about now.

don't be sorry. be better.

screw beautiful. i'm brilliant. if you want to appease me, compliment my brain.

rest is not a dirty word. rest is not laziness, not matter what you're told and how many times you're told it. rest is love. rest is peace.

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me sending prompts as peter from this acc knowing damn well i will make a seperate acc for him soon. silly

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"how’s your wound?" - what if peter parker and aerith interacted :D

stanced  &  eager  for  combat,  does  the  brunette's  grasp  ‘pon  the  metallic  rod  tighten,  brows  furrowed  as  𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄.  the  church  lingered  not  far  ahead,  florets  cut  and  arranged  inside  the  wagon  she  and  zack  constructed  tucked  aside;  curious  to  if  it’s  scent  𝙻𝚄𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙿𝚃𝚂  of  the  slums.

what  harm  could  this  little  creature  inflict  ?  —  familiar  with  sharpened, decaying  fangs  +  creepy-crawly  limbs  of  a  “  ᵂᴴᴼᴸᴱ  ᴱᴬᵀᴱᴿ  ”,  aerith  easily  evaded  their  physical  attacks  from  their  countless  encounters  throughout  the  polluted  city  .  .  .  sometimes  even  antagonizing  her  opponents  with  witty  outcries:  ❛  𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙻𝚈 ?   𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆  !  ❜  —  though  with  crimson  pigmentation  creeping  closer,  eerie-glowing  irises  studying  the  pinkette's  every  breath,  a  defensive  usage  of  “  ᴮᴬᴿᴿᴵᴱᴿ  ᴹᴬᵀᴱᴿᴵᴬ  ”  aids  the  ancient  from  whatever's  to  come.  an  internal  jot  of  this  fiend's  appearance:  small  in  size  though  pot-bellied,  plum-coloured  prongs  protruding  from  it's  crown  and  spine  .  .  .  &  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐓.

a  cast  of  inferno,  flames  igniting  her  silhouette  as  her  octave  𝙶𝚁𝙾𝙰𝙽𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙽𝚈.  could  this  mean  .  .  .  it  were  weak  to  “  ᶦᶜᵉ  ᵐᵃᵗᵉʳᶦᵃ   ”  ?  realization  washes  over  the  woman,  the  slots  nestled  within  her  weaponry  𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 + 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑,  meaning  their  brawl  from  her  opposing  position  were  to  be  𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻.  knuckles  whiten,  courageously  breathing  outward  as  steps  hasten  toward  the  rolly-polly  monster.  though  before  the  “  ᴴᴱᴰᴳᴱᴴᴼᴳ  ᴾᴵᴱ  ”  meets  the  demise  of  her  staff  .  .  .  𝐖𝐄𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃,  sending  the  fiend  sprawling  against  the  terre,  wriggling  beneath  the  sticky-restraint.  she  spins  'pon  her  heel  of  her  boot,  defenses  high  as  𝙰𝚂 𝙹𝙰𝙳𝙴-𝙾𝚁𝙱𝚂 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙸𝙶𝚄𝚁𝙴.  aerith  had  seen  fiends  like  this  before  too,  mugging  the  innocent  of  their  potions,  ethers  and  remedies  .  .  .  what  were  they  called  ?  —   ᵛᶦᶜᵉˢ  ˀ

𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳𝚂 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂,  palms held upward +  outspread  digits  revealing  to  her  that  he  were  not  a  foe.  though instead, 𝙰 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳.  ❛  .  .  .  i  don't  know  —  –  ❜  squared  shoulders  ease  into  her  natural  posture,  lowering  the  rod  as  irises  flicker  to  the  first  degree  burn  spread  throughout  her  exposed  skin.  ❛  i'm alive,  thanks  to  you.  ❜

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 . —  – accepting.

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swinging  around  the  slums  is  new  to  him  —  he  just  arrived  in  midgar  a  few  days  ago  ;  a  new  job  offer  for  peter,  a  new  city  to  protect  for  spider-man.  admittedly,  the  city  is  kind  of  sad  looking,  at  least  judging  from  what  he  has  seen  until  now.  everything  covered  in  greys  and  browns  —  metal  and  mud.  nothing  lively  ;  not  even  the  people  —  that  is,  until  he  sees  her.  a  woman  clothed  in  a  pink  dress  and  a  crimson  jacket,  her  hair  done  up  in  a  light  brown  twisted  pony  -  tail,  is  swinging  a  rod  around  defending  herself  from  what  looks  like  fiends.  peter  observes  her  from  a  distance.

spider-man  is  clearly  foreign  here,  judging  from  the  way  the  people  he  has  swung  by  had  looked  at  him.  like  they  didn’t  know  what  to  make  of  him  or,  rather,  it.  his  suit  is  a  stark  contrast  to  the  washed  -  out  colors  in  𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁  𝟻,  fitting  more  into  the  vibrancy  and  scene  of  𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁  𝟼,  if  anything.  however,  probably  not  the  weirdest  thing  people  have  seen  around  the  slums.

he's  keeps  watching  the  girl  attententively  —  only  steps  in  when  he  sees  her  getting  hurt. enough  playing  around. jumping  off  his  overlook,  he  webs  the  fiends  and  fixes  them  into  one  place  so  they  can't  move.  he  senses  her  body  stiffining  before  he  even  looks  at  her,  ready  to  attack him. woah  hey  there ! he  raises  his  hands  and  calls  over  to  her,  asking  if  she’s  alright.  his  stance  is  clearly  meant  to  read  as  ❛  i  come  in  peace,  i  don’t  want  to  hurt  you  ❜  and  it  does  seem  to  ease  her  slightly.  slowly,  he  makes  his  way  over  to  her. 

❝  i’m  glad  you  are  alright,  ❞  he  says  once  he  steps  closer.  ❝  i  know  this  —,  ❞  he  points  to  his  masked  face,  then  up  and  down  is  suited  body,  ❝  —  isn’t  exactly  trustworthy.  at  first  !  i  swear  i’m  a  trustworthy  guy.  in  fact,  i  came  to  your  rescue  just  in  time,  didn’t  i  ?  ❞  words  accompanied  by  feigned  prance,  a  hidden  smile  under  his  mask  and  a  cocked  head  to  the  side.  ❝  so,  you  do  this  often  or  something  ?  get  yourself  in  danger  ?  ❞

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an ex? well, that certainly caught kira's attention. she was not even subtle as she turned her head to look immediately in the woman in question's direction, staring in a way that would have been mistaken for dissecting rather than interested. not at all subtle, especially in the way brows arch ever so slightly at the sight of a beautiful woman. she hadn't seen her clearly in her periphery.

❛    she isn't ignoring us.    ❜  kira pointed out as she turned back to look at sol, raising an eyebrow as though wanting to pry out more answers. ❛    which is going to make it a bit harder for me to do the same if i keep feeling her looking in our direction.    ❜

still, if sol won't speak, then she won't push any further ... yet. kira simply brought her mug of beer to her lips and took a long sip. it was just what she needed after an irritating day at work. the drink never gets cold in her hands, cradled with her palms as she let out a heavy sigh afterwards. yup, definitely what she needed. ❛    i could turn her into a bird.    ❜ kira offered after a while, followed by a shrug of her shoulders afterwards. ❛    depending on where you two stand. or pretend i'm like, really into you to make her jealous. just sayin', honey.    ❜

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❝  a  bird  ?  ❞  sol  laughed  out  loud,  shaking  her  head.   ❝  no  no,  don’t  worry.  i  don’t  think  that’s  needed,  ❞  she  hid  her  smile  behind  her  glass  of  red  wine,  taking  a  sip  of  it.  ❝  and  i  don’t  think  making  her  jealous  would  be  a  good  idea  either,  she  was  very  .  .  .  ,  ❞  she  tried  to  find  a  nice  way  to  put  it.  aggressive  was  painting  her  in  a  worse  light  than  necessary,  but  irritable  wasn’t  strong  enough  for  what  she  really  had  been  towards  her.  ❝  let’s  say  she  was  very  .  .  .  hot  -  headed.  explosive  at  times.  i  feel  like  if  she  saw  me  with  another  woman  she’d  blow  off  a  lid  right  in  front  of  our  eyes.  ❞ 

she  took  another  sip  of  her  drink,  eyes  wandering  over  to  her  ex  once  again.  god,  couldn’t  she  look  somewhere  else.  couldn’t  she  be  somewhere  else  ?sol  averted  her  gaze  again,  focusing  back  on  who  she  was  here  with.  how  impolite  of  her.  ❝  and  what  about  you  ?  ❞  she  tried  to  distract  herself.   ❝  i  know  we  haven’t  known  each  other  for  that  long,  but  i  completely  forgot  to  ask  until  now  —  are  you  with  anybody  ?  or  have  been  ?  what’s  your  love  life  gotta  offer.  i  hope  it’s  more  joyous  than  mine.  ❞

[heartinhands]

Cloud ducks his head and slightly tilts it away from Zack when he crosses to bump his shoulder with his--he's trying not to look at his friend more than he has to. It's hard for him to not gawk in the face of a hero: which Zack is, certainly, he's got the SOLDIER outfit to prove it and everything. Regardless, despite the little bit of trepidation Cloud feels (the part that insists : what if I'm not enough and this was a waste of time?), he trusts Zack's instincts more than he trusts his own. Again, Zack is the one in SOLDIER. Zack knows more than Cloud will. At least he will until Cloud can catch up and stand alongside him, not behind, only then will they truly be equals.

"Yeah. Yeah. --I'm sure I will." He offers an attempt at a smile that doesn't fully meet Zack's face and that he also knows isn't convincing. "...Sorry for being mopey. I just..." now he offers a shrug that flops like a dead fish's white belly. "...well, I guess it doesn't matter, really. I'm not... very patient. Sorry."

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humming  in  response,  zack  considered  the  boy  again.  he  knew  something  was  wrong  and  he  just  couldn’t  shake  the  feeling  that  he  was  the  reason.  and  that  it  wasn't  only  now,  but  always.  he  did  regard  cloud  as  a  friend,  someone  he  could  trust  ;even  with  his  life  if  it  came  down  to  it.  otherwise  he  couldn’t  fight  side  by  side  with  him.  zack  knew  he,  at  times,  was  a  little  too  trusting.  he  liked  to  believe  in  the  good  of  people.  liked  to  believe  that  the  bad  was  strictly  bad  and  the  good  was  strictly  good.  although  he  knew  very  well  that  this  wasn’t  the  case,  that  his  outlook  on  life  was  tremendously  blue  -  eyed  he  held  onto  it  regardless.  a  mistake  ?  maybe  so.  but  it  helped  him  get  through  it  all.  even  when  things  got  dark  —  and  things  got  dark  more  often  than  he  would  like  recently. 

with  cloud  however,  he  felt  as  though  the  younger  was  pessimistic.  didn’t  try  —  or  had  given  up  —  believing  in  the  good  in  people.  an  uncomfortable  feeling  spread  in  zack’s  chest  at  the  thought  of  it.  he  sat,  trying  to  give  cloud  space,  but  his  intrusive  thoughts  won  regardless.

❝  hey  cloud  .  .  .  ,  ❞  his  voice  was  lower  this  time,  his  gaze  averted.  ❝  do  you  not  trust  me  ?  ❞