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noahjackson:

WHEN: 31 OCTOBER WHERE: ROSE ROOM WHO: @desideriiium

“Long time, no sea, Secretariat.” The all white contacts made it a little difficult to see, but the former angel’s features were easy enough to pick out. Noah gave him a once over before taking a sip from his drink. Once he swallowed, his head cocked to one side, brows arching. “You here to drown us all again or just frolicking with the Saddle Club tonight?”

Donato snorted at Noah’s response, He barely knew the boy, but he knew enough to know that what he was being given wasn’t bravado, but instead simply how Noah was. “If I were here to drown everyone, I would have done it already,” he commented with hints of impatience, as he let gaze drift from the room at large to Noah properly. “Unlike what you might have come to expect, I don’t like the tease or the performative build up. I prefer to simply act.”

#{dialogue}#{noahjackson}#{oct. 2017}#{oct. 2017 && noahjackson}#{e: danse macabre}#{e: danse macabre && noahjackson}#[l: }#{l: && noahjackson}

mynameis-kiara:

“No,” Kiara answered plainly with an empathetic nod. “That’s boring. It’s not fun killing without seeing them suffer. I gotta see the waterworks. The horror in their eyes. The questioning how they’re going to live without their best friend. That’s the fun part.”

“Well, until you figure out your indecision,” he began, turning gaze from Kiara to the room at large, “Don’t mind me while I entertain myself with another round of whose doubt will manifest best and how long will it take for them to fall apart.” A half smirk crept across face gradually, before he finally settled on a small blonde. “I think, I’m going to start with her.”

#{dialogue}#{mynameis kiara}#{oct. 2017}#{oct. 2017 && mynameiskiara}#{e: amusement park}#{e: amusement park && mynameis kiara}#{l: }#{l: && mynameis kiara}

prayhavoc:

“Yes, yes, I’ve heard over and over again, you get no amusement from anything, blah blah blah.” He moved to drape an arm over Donato’s shoulders, and leaned in with a wicked grin across his painted lips, “But I know what games you do like, Donny-boy.”

“You know, if you’ve heard it over and over, one would think it would make an impression by now. You only play dumb, we both know you’re clever.” A sigh covered a smile, before he shot Belial a look. “I’ve already played. The man who was watching the door when I got here has got himself a friend. The fact that it’s the best friend he doubted he did enough to save when they got into some horrible accident doesn’t seem to be making him happy. Who knew he wouldn’t be so happy to see his friend again?”

#{dialogue}#{prayhavoc}#{oct. 2017}#{oct. 2017 && prayhavoc}#{e: danse macabre}#{e: danse macabre && prayhavoc}#{l: }#{l: && prayhavoc}

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war never changes-- || Belial & Donato

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prayhavoc:

Belial let out a delighted little snort, “Your games are impressive, I’ll give you that, but that’s all they are. Now that you’re here, though, we can bring your games to the next level.” Grin wicked, Belial shifted around the angel to start scavenging through his cabinets for something to drink. When he came up empty, he turned to the ex-angel with a flat look and knocked the cabinet door closed with a snort, “You really were a depressing little thing, weren’t you. No matter, all that’s behind you, and now you get to have the fun you’ve always deserved.” Crossing the short distance back to Donato, smile bright and inviting, he let his hands rest on the Horseman’s shoulders, “I had a whole spiel planned, but something makes me think you’d rather me be straight and to the point. I want to destroy the world. Without humans, without an earth, there will be no demons, no angels, no Heaven, no Hell. There will be nothing.” He let his words settle in the air between them for a few breathless moments before he let out a delighted laugh, “Doesn’t that sound amazing?”

Brows raised with interest, but Donato had always been a creature that worked best with doubt, and it seemed hardly surprising at all that he turned that on Belial just a little, “You say that now. We’ll see what comes. Donato always did favor actual action over words when it came to things that mattered, for all his stories and his sadness.” He watched Belial look with mild amusement, waiting for the critique that would come, intending to counter it before Belial just continued. Eventually once he ran out of steam, Donato slipped from his grip, and went back to the first point. “You just don’t know where to look,” he crossed to a cabinet near the bookshelf, pulling it open to reveal alcohol, giving Belial a look. “Never used the kitchen much.” Then, pouring a drink, he let gaze settle on Belial, “I’d have said those aren’t the rules, that isn’t the set out purpose, but as it turns out, the idea of no Heaven appeals quite nicely. The bitterness has stuck around.”

#{dialogue}#{prayhavoc}#{sept. 2017}#{sept. 2017 && prayhavoc}#{e: amusement park}#{e: amusement park && prayhavoc}#{l: }#{l: && prayhavoc}

prayhavoc:

“What, you don’t like it? I wore is specially for you.”

“Adorable. Waste that effort on someone who might care. You know I get no amusement from those kind of games.”

#{dialogue}#{prayhavoc}#{oct. 2017}#{oct. 2017 && prayhavoc}#{e: danse macabre}#{e: danse macabre && prayhavoc}#{l: }#{l: && prayhavoc}

prayhavoc:

“I think my legs look pretty good in miniskirts. I should wear them more often.”

“You are unbelievable.”

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mynameis-kiara:

“Eenie, meenie mi mo,” Kiara sang out while her eyes flickered around her surroundings, a glint of amusement swimming in them. “You see that trio over there?” She slowly canted her head toward the person beside her – she had chosen them for a reason. Her index finger pointed out the trio of women chatting amongst themselves. “They’re best friends and love each other to the ends of Earth and back. I heard the brunette tell the redhead that she was such a Sutton, whatever that means. Anyway, one of them is going to die and you get to choose.”

An annoyed glance turned on Kiara, not bothered by the sentiment of death but instead, annoyed by the game of it. What, exactly, was the point in only killing one of them? What, exactly, was the point in making him choose? “Why don’t you just kill them all?” he asked, coolly, before turning attention back to the indicated group, “Or pick one and I’ll handle the other two because their doubts are all superficial enough to be easily manipulated.”

#{dialogue}#{mynameis kiara}#{oct. 2017}#{oct. 2017 && mynameiskiara}#{e: amusement park}#{e: amusement park && mynameis kiara}#{l: }#{l: && mynameis kiara}

prayhavoc-blog

war never changes-- || Belial & Donato

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prayhavoc:

“Y’know, Donny-Boy. I knew there was a reason I liked you. Straight and to the point. A little boring, nothing can change that part of your personality, but I figure if you stick by my side long enough we can change that in time to really show off.” Slipping from the rather mediocre couch, he smoothed his hands over his jacket and turned to face Donato head on, “What are your thoughts on ending the world.”

He laughed low, amused, despite himself. “Oh, no. I like my games well enough, I think I’ve proved that better than you or Kiara all things considered. I simply don’t thrive off the banter.” A half smile pulled across face, “So I’ll leave that to you. With your antics, you need a straight man anyway.” There was little criticism in that, because truly he didn’t care what Belial did. He wasn’t the goddamn police and what little policing he had tried had done no good, so what was the point? Still the question, did catch him off guard; there was an implied understanding, their purpose held and the question insinuated that there were other options, which wasn’t exactly alarming but was curious. Brows arched as he poured himself a drink. “Perhaps I should be asking you that? It sounds like you’re implying there are options.”

#{dialogue}#{prayhavoc}#{sept. 2017}#{sept. 2017 && prayhavoc}#{e: amusement park}#{e: amusement park && prayhavoc}#{l: }#{l: && prayhavoc}

prayhavoc-blog

war never changes-- || Belial & Donato

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prayhavoc:

Where: Donato’s apartment When: Not long after Famine integrates Who: @desideriiium

“Knock knock!”

The playful words merely a formality when the speaker was already inside the apartment and had made himself at home, long before Donato had arrived. Long legs stretched out on the coffee table, he tilted his full glass of alcohol towards the TV screen on the far wall, “Have you seen this yet?” The latest ‘Horseman Sighting’ was playing on the screen, a large mass riot having taken place at the Mall of America, leaving hundreds dead, and countless more injured. “And to think, I really only went there because I had a hankering for mall fudge. Aren’t they lucky.”

Well, if nothing else, Donato had to admit that Belial was true to his word. They might have parted ways, temporarily, but there was no surprise in finding the other in his apartment, not when there had been promise of plans to be heard and the like. He supposed he was supposed to care but if he were being frank, there were other more... pressing concerns in mind than whatever game the other wanted to play; he wanted to play his own. After all, there was centuries worth of resentment and feelings of obligation to shred, right? But that was for later. For now, it was a spartan space dominated by a presence definitively less so, not that he bothered to protest. Instead, he simply glanced to the TV and took in the ruin the other had made with little more than ambivalence. “If you’re looking for someone to be impressed by your destructive capacity I suggest you go find one of those toys you keep, see if they’re in the mood to indulge you for the sake of what was. Otherwise, perhaps you’d like to get to the point?”

#{dialogue}#{prayhavoc}#{sept. 2017}#{sept. 2017 && prayhavoc}#{e: amusement park}#{e: amusement park && prayhavoc}#{l: }#{l: && prayhavoc}#l m f a o

davisadele:

“Toys?” Adele shook her head, eyes still entranced by the lights that blinked and shone bright against the inky blackness of the sky as she peered past them for a hint of the stars. No one could see them through the lights of the carnival, not from here, but her attention was split between there and here. “What are you talkin’ about?” Her smile was stuck then, a realization dawning on her as it worked it’s way through her like clockwork. A few more ticks of time and it was soon catching up to the reality that stood before her.

Her joy was short lived. Like the expressive way that her words rolled off the tip of her tongue as if there wasn’t a pause in the flow until she caught a hint of the air around them, disturbed by the flutter of wings. But they weren’t like any that she’d seen on an angel before. A flash of memory hit her fast and hard, remembering the moment when Kiara had become so much more as her body was taken over by Pestilence and flaming wings that sprouted from her back. She had changed right before their eyes, devouring the soul of a man who’d been chained up in the escape room and while she’d missed Belial becoming War; it wasn’t hard to miss the destruction that’d been caused in the wake of his integration.

There was that word again, uttered from a familiar face that held a place of warmth and joy in her heart, mixed with the confusion that colored her features as she stepped away from her trip down memory to the present as she met Donato’s eyes. “Donato…” Wary and hesitant to give name to what stood before her that wasn’t her friend anymore, Adele felt her breath hitch in the back of her throat as she stood frozen in place. No. Not him. ( please no ) But she knew in her heart, that it was beyond the wishful thinking or hopeful prayers that escaped her thoughts and lips effortlessly as she gazed upon the figure that’d once been near and dear to her.

“ — no…” Her face fell, broken into pieces as she clutched her fingers into the palm of her hands, feeling her nails dig into the soft skin as she struggled to keep calm. It was useless. There was no prayer that could bring him back, nothing that could rewind time and spend more of it with him or even warn him against what happened as she pressed her lips together, sorrow filling her eyes. Loss resounded in her chest, but unlike those she’d lost before — he was still standing there, but gone.

Donato merely watched her come to the right realization by degrees; Watched as easy joy faded to something less so, watched as the truth stabbed and settled, watched as she gave up hope before she even let herself have it and there was only satisfaction in it. Only that because what else was there for a creature like him? And so, when she finally spoke once more, to the end, voicing a name that he remembered had held fondness once but no longer did, letting a denial slip from lips for the sake of doing so for the sake of accepting even as the word itself was anything, but, he finally smiled, cold but pleased. “There it is, dolchezza,” he crooned quietly, “There. See? Not so hard.”

“Not so hard at all, solare.” The last word slipped from tongue, half musing, half weapon, because oh, how he liked the new found power in being able to hurt in a way he hadn’t ever had before; loss was inherently tied to doubt, but for all the ways he knew doubt and could see what radiated from people, loss wasn’t usually his domain. Famine was a creature inherently without ties, but the form with which he had now come to inhabit, well, that was a different story; there were ties and the ones that really mattered, positive or otherwise, would have opinions about what had become.

Yet, it was easy to forget too, that though he meant it to be hurtful, it would be less so to Adele because Italian wasn’t well within her grasp. And so, he found himself offering elaboration, looking for just the right phrasing, a way to dig the knife in and twist. “I suppose that doesn’t mean much to you, that term of affection; I don’t think anyone has described you as worldly. But I’ll educate you, just this once. It's a word, an adjective, a descriptor if you will for someone who practically lights up a room. I look at you and it’s the only word he’d use to describe you.” A smile then, “But I’m not him and I think I favor toy.”

#{dialogue}#{davisadele}#{sept. 2017}#{sept. 2017 && davisadele}#{e: amusement park}#{e: amusement park && davisadele}#{l: }#{l: && davisadele}

weightless || [space au]

availability: open

He had dreamt of space for so long, so, so long that he still couldn’t believe that this was happening. Sure, technically, he was there to do work, but that didn’t change the fact that this was incredible, that space was incredible, that the entire experience was everything he had ever dreamed it might be and more.

Glancing over to one of the others who had gone up to the space station with him, he couldn’t keep the gleeful smile from his face, as they both stood at one of the exits, intent on going out to fix something that was broken. Then, he checked his tether one last time and hit the airlock, stepping from the relative safety of a man made structure in the wide expanse of space, enjoying the sensation of being weightless for just a few moments .

Engaging the comms, he addressed the other he had just left, “You coming or what?”

#{au week}#because I've been neglecting my boy heavily with au week and I wanna do something for him?#chvrchesrp

davisadele:

“Donato.” Her voice a mixture of relief and joy in seeing the familiar face, sifting gently through the small crowd of people with polite words for each as she passed them by to approach his side; seeing him always brought a smile to her features. One might say it was often present, even in times of self doubt and worry, but it shone brighter ( luminous ) when in the shared company of the angel who had come to mean the world to her.

Even now in the midst of confusion and intrigue towards what this carnival might mean for all involved, as well as the innocents who roamed it without knowledge of what all had come to pass – Adele couldn’t help the childlike wonder that still captured her like a good, old fashioned carnival. “They always had these in neighborin’ towns back home when I was younger, but they never made it as far as where I lived. So sometimes my daddy would take me to the carnival, me an’ a friend or even just the two of us, an’ they were always the best nights.” Tonight might not be one of those nights, depending on what all was unveiled or revealed when the last few ‘surprises’ that popped up in town had always led to the most disastrous of nights.

The hotel of nightmares being on the forefront of her mind as she smiled to a few passing by, nodding when they spoke hello but kept close to where he stood before turning back towards him; beaming bright like the lights that hung in the air. “I know this probably ain’t nothin’ like those but it’s hard to forget the good memories when all you can smell is fried food an’ sugar in the air.”

Though that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to forget all that had happened in the past, or those who had warned and showed her how to stay safer than running headfirst into everything like she was prone to do. Be aware of your surroundings. Be cautious. Be safe. “Is it wrong to hope that this ain’t nothin’ more than a carnival despite knowin’ that it’s probably more than that?” Probably. It was naive to think this was anything less than another trap.

A dozen different memories played through his mind as Adele rambled, prior experience, even as it wasn’t his experience precisely, telling him that it was best to simply wait her out. Adele precious thing that she was, apparently had a tendency to talk and that had once been more than fine by him because it had filled silence in a way that had reminded him of the best of humanity.

Solare. It had been the most appropriate word to describe Adele in his view once; she was the one person who could consistently brighten a room, even as he had been aware, too, that she struggled.

With her, he had focused on the positive once, but now things had flipped and what he saw as he looked at Adele was not sunshine, but the way doubts of a sort that he was already aware of sat neatly in the back of her mind, all boxed up with sugar and rides and memories of a carnival or her father or whatever it was she was rambling about because he could only be bothered to catch maybe every other word.

Yet, he caught enough of the last sentiment to let a slow smirk curl lips, because he knew where this was going to go once she stopped with the Adele in dreamland act and opened her eyes long enough to see right was in front of her. “Oh, definitely more than that.” Black wings pulsed lightly as he didn’t bother to hide them the way Donato as an angel often had, “Scavenger hunt, integration, it’s been quite a night. All I need is maybe a half dozen new toys, for you to wake up and see what’s right in front of you and it’ll be... well, perfect.”

#{dialogue}#{davisadele}#{sept. 2017}#{sept. 2017 && davisadele}#{e: amusement park}#{e: amusement park && davisadele}#{l: }#{l: && davisadele}

prayhavoc:

Belial’s lips curled into a feral grin, and the moment Donato brought himself nearly to the ground, he moved to wrap an arm around the Horseman’s shoulder, “Come now, you’ve got that tasty little angel body you’re inhabiting. You know what it’s like. All those thoughts and feelings bandying about. Bringing about all those other feelings of despair and rage. Embrace it, my dear. It will only make the inevitable downfall all the more delicious.”

“In truth, it’s... more than I would have thought it would be,” he said oddly contemplative for a creature whose first, second and third thoughts were now on whose evening he could ruin and how because vulnerabilities were simply laid bare to him. Yet a something of a quick smirk, a gesture new and unaccustomed, slipped across face. “Though, I think you forget, despair and rage are to your taste. I prefer other things not nearly so volatile.”

A pause, “Though you say that like there was any fight at all. You picked a challenge, I picked a vessel more... suited.” Finally a smile that matched the one Belial had offered him, slipped across face, as fingers flexed again and he shifted under Belial’s arm, though he did nothing to discourage the gesture. “It’s time to make something of it.”

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byreticence:

“Neither have I, to be honest.” Again the same mirth from moments before filtered in as he spoke again, “and truthfully speaking, I’ve been rather… out of touch for the past few weeks. But that’s neither here nor there any longer.” The mere mentioning of it aloud did what his thoughts didn’t and sent a cold, uncomfortable chill along the length of his spine. He had no recollection of how many times his spine had been ripped from his body nor did he have any desire to know.

His gaze, still directed heavenward, pulled down and away until it found Donato nearby. Noted the frown of the angel’s face, the set of his jaw, the windswept set of his dark hair… a brief moment of concern occurred that this, too, could be the ‘other’ Donato. A concern wholly late, but highly unfounded. If the other Donato had been anything like Raziel’s, Raziel doubted he would have welcomed this sort of intrusion or been as pleasant to deal with.

“I believe it’s been heavily grounded in personal problems, more so after our lovely hotel stay. And you’ve never particularly been one for social interaction as is… no harm, no foul.” Curiosity encouraged Raziel to pursue the conversation, to ask Donato what had plagued him in both the hotel and everyday life as he, himself, had been rather self-involved during both. Something else entirely urged him to let such questions come organically. “I’m beginning to appreciate why you prefer a lack of social interaction. And why you take solace in this location. What is it that the stars do for you? Out of curiosity’s sake though you’re free to tell me to bugger off.”

Protest almost slipped from lips at Raziel’s response, thinking back on the short, rather unproductive conversation they had had, before he realized that if the doubles problem hadn’t just been his then he had probably been talking to Raziel’s double. “Merda,” he muttered shortly, wincing because he should have noticed. “I didn’t even realize,” he tacked on, figuring that was explanation enough.

After all, Raziel might have been God but Donato wasn’t terribly interested in making long-spun confessions of wrong-doings or otherwise. His mistakes and otherwise were for the most part his own problem and for him to deal with.

A nod of quiet agreement came first to Raziel’s further elaboration, as Donato debated how much he wanted to say on the subject and where he wanted to leave things. “None of it helps,” he returned, bitterness he hadn’t intended tinging tones. “It’s all spectacle and absence and somehow it cuts to the core.” He shrugged then, letting gaze turn skyward, following Raziel’s train of thought, trying to think of how best to explain something that was immensely personal. “It’s... something for me,” he said simply. “It’s mine. It’s stories, and knowledge and,” he shrugged, “it comforts me in its fashion.”

#{dialogue}#{byreticence}#{august 2017}#{august 2017 && byreticence}#{e: doom party}#{e: doom party && byreticence}#{l: }#{l: && byreticence}

catastrophically-aware

The Storm

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catastrophically-aware:

The relief she felt at finding the angel had been remarkably short lived. What exactly was she supposed to do now? How did she test her theory? She was pretty damn sure she’d gotten it right – Donato as Famine made the most sense, but… She couldn’t actually be certain completely until something happened. At which point it would be too late.

This would be so much easier if you liked me even a little bit, she thought to herself.

“Listen…uh, I know you’ve always said this isn’t your fight. You’re here for your own reasons and that’s fine, I guess. But you feel it, right? Tonight is the night another horseman rises. And this is clearly the place. So…why are you here?” she asked, looking up at him.

In all her effort to find Donato, she hadn’t actually planned out what she was going to say to him when she did and it felt as though she was off to a rocky start. How did you tell someone you considered an ally and potential friend that you were pretty sure they were about to be consumed by the forces of the Universe and transformed into a Horseman of the Apocalypse set on bringing forth the end of the world?

She ran her hand through her hair and looked around them. “Can we go somewhere less crowded and talk? I have a plan. Or the beginning of a plan but I’m going to need your help.”

As Maria began to talk, there was a short reminder Donato had to mentally repeat to himself for patience, fearing that what would begin as understanding would only devolve into something much too much like what had already been discussed. After all, why was it always his motives that were up for debate?

“It’s not my fight,” he reaffirmed quietly, “But that doesn’t mean I’m entirely disinterested in seeing what the spectacle next creates.”

A quiet pause, as he tried to figure out how best to explain, before shrugging, giving up entirely by deciding it wasn’t worth the effort, only tacking on a slight elaboration that would either help or it wouldn’t but he didn’t care either way. “There’s creation and there’s destruction and there’s newness.”

Were he different, made differently, he might have outright laughed at her question, but instead he merely raised an eyebrow. “What part of, this isn’t my fight, do you not understand? Find someone else to help you with your plan, I’m sure there’s no shortage of people willing to do so.”

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lifeinpoetry

I’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.

Cathy Linh Che, from “Go Forget Your Father,” published in Poetry (via lilpotter)

#{horsemen nights; with function and purpose at last}#{inked scraps; philosophizings of an angel}

prayhavoc:

Belial felt it the moment Famine found their home. The energy expanded all around him, filled the carnival-goers with an unnamed sense of dread, then suddenly snapped into place, bringing a bright grin to Belial’s face. Dropping his cotton candy into the next child’s hand he wandered away from the display he’d parked himself in front of to amuse himself, and waited. Like calls to like. Just as he and Pestilence had found their way together, so would Famine find their way to Belial, it was only a matter of time.

And with one delightful little shiver, and a playful boo, Belial turned to find Donato floating over his shoulder, a familiar essence bleeding from his eyes, “Well, look what the cat dragged in.” Turning to face his fellow Horseman dead on, he tilted his head as he pressed his hands against his hips, “Took you long enough. You and I are going to have some words about that Hotel stunt you pulled.”

Like called to like and there was something unfamiliar yet somehow comfortably pleasant that pulsed within veins as Donato let himself settle on the ground, putting him at something that was more even than hovering from above, not that it really mattered.

This was right. This was as things ought to be. It was almost funny to realize that a feeling he had been lacking for over five centuries could be found in becoming part of something that he hadn’t personally cared to fight, but everyone else seemed fairly eager to do so. Of course, that wasn’t to say he was entirely divorced of the resentment and negativity the angel he once was had held; those were things that were convenient to hold on to at least while all of what he had been was still so... recent.

“Better late than never,” he replied, before head shook as Belial continued. “I think not.” A singular brow raised, as he continued his reply, intonation fairly inflectionless as he was beginning to feel might become a norm, “You have no one to blame for it but yourself and it taught you nothing so far as I can tell. You still care.” A pause as he considered the issue further and the way he wasn’t entirely divorced from feelings about Shibah or others. “Perhaps that is how it’s meant to be.”

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