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▬♕;; fillodalua

Vahli was surprised by the stranger’s question, a frown forming on his face. More so at the words that followed the question than anything else. How rude. “What I do is none of your business,” was the spirit’s retort, very much displeased by what was said. “I don’t have to tell you, nor do you need to know.”

Honestly, he was mostly annoyed that a trip was being interrupted like this. Just who was this guy? The spirit wasn’t even sure how to read him, never seeing anything quite like the other’s aura before. (It unnerved him, just a bit.)

“…Who even are you?”

         ≴ ’۞’ ≵ ┅ Feisty little thing, wasn’t he? They highly doubted that there was any bite ( if the other had teeth, they were nothing but that of a child’s loose and incapable of causing anything but minor damage ) behind that cocky bark of his. Then again, the ones who puffed their chests up in a grand show of useless words were the most fun-- whether or not they were aware of how sordid a show they were putting on with ego. It was humorous; only they knew how to use words incorrectly in a most proper way. 

        Even with that beastly, vengeful blood of theirs still running thick and heavy, they decided it might be best to dabble about in this unseemly situation. Practice turning a sour note into a sweet one; yes, that was a good enough excuse. 

        “Oh, you haven’t heard of me? That’s great! You should keep it that way. Go on, just eat that question right back up, forget ya even said it,” they responded, completely ignoring the demanding tone it had been presented with. My, but this boy was just a little bundle of joy. “Well, you’re right-- I don’t need to know, but I’m curious, and that’s what killed the cat, so that’s why I’m asking. What, don’t tell me you actually don’t know what you’re doing?”

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five word prompts

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“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

"just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

"really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

"zero fucks given. next please.”

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▬♕;; @victeux ( x )

   “Hm, I don’t think so. They’re good. You’re the one who’s broken, obviously. Don’t you have another form? You’re broken in half– I’m always like this. Sooooo, do you really have any room to be calling someone else broken in any way, shape, or form?”

      “Oh, and does my hair look good? I’m going on a date later. It’s gonna fail for sure, but I just wanna look good for the failure.”

          ≴ ’۞’ ≵ ┅ Oh. OUCH. That one stabbed deep. Deep enough to get under their skin. Deep enough for them to be completely numb to it. 

        “Hey hey hey hey-- don’t you think that was a little below the belt there? I tell you I don’t like your taste in food, and you give me an existential crises. How’s that a fair deal?” Right, as if they weren’t guilty of MUCH WORSE. Still, they hadn’t been expecting that. Not at all. And then she so flippantly changed subjects? What gall. But if she was going to hit beneath the belt, then they would hit over the head. Or try, anyway. 

       “Hmmm... shave it off. It’ll look better that way. Honesty is the best policy, and honestly, everyone’s bald beneath all the hair. Be bald and bold.”

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          ≴ ’۞’ ≵ ┅ Something about the other didn’t fit; their blood BOILED in their veins, running thick and heady and turning the thoughts in their mind over and over until it all mashed up into one distorted conglomeration. Repulsion, faint as it was, clawed at their insides with unearthly force, its icy fingers threatening to tear and shred through layer upon layer of ichor and grime until it reached through and contorted their uncharacteristically neutral features into one of seething disgust. 

        There was no doubt about it-- he was meant to be something ETHEREAL. Perhaps not godly, perhaps not holy, but something on a complete opposite spectrum of what they ought to be. 

         “What’re you even supposed to be doing?” they drawled, swallowing down the putrid vehemence that seemed to be merged into their core. They would decide what they felt; not an inherited system. “You look pretty damn clueless, ‘n you reek of being...” a pause, followed by a roll of their eyes as they searched for the right word. “...inept.”

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          ≴ ’۞’ ≵ ┅ “What d’you mean ‘what’s that?’ Obviously, that’s a stoplight. Anyone that’s not colorblind could see that. Is that what you are? Colorblind?” 

         Their tone implied they thought quite little of her, carrying with it a shade of surprise to color over the snarky glower that would otherwise snap in its own vivacity and declare through the sound of its own sneering humor that it thought her to be quite on the dull side. Head cocked towards the glowing, faintly buzzing stoplight with inky hair spilling haphazardly down a shoulder from its loose confine, they seemed to be in their own state of ignorance towards what the question was most like elicited from-- and it was laying in a unseemly heap RIGHT AT THEIR FEET. 

        That is, until they finally redirected a bright, cutting gaze down towards what might ill fittingly be describe as a body laying in unraveling remnants of slick golden spool and fluttering wings. 

         “’Less ya meant that. In that case, I might as well say it’s confidential and spare you an earful. Cause and effect, that kind of thing. And my own skin, while I’m at it.”

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▬♕;; necroxphagia

         : ⁅ ☣ ⁆ : – Eyes glistened and sparkled, fascinated by the other’s jaw and skin. How it pulled back almost grotesquely as the whole scene pulled together. Surely this being before him was not human, oh Vincent knew that before they even met that first time. However, it was always a surprise to actually see such a mask slowly melted into another’s true form.

                                                       Lovely.

             Oh, this sight was beautiful. At least to the parasite’s twisted mind. He definitely wanted to be bitten now. Tempt Vincent would. At least try. Provoking others was always something the young parasite loved doing, seeing what made others lose their minds.               Gloved fingers reached up subconsciously, thumb wanting to brush against those teeth that could possibly tear through the fabric and even his skin. The young parasite wasn’t even sure what was real or fake anymore.

          ≴ ’۞’ ≵ ┅ Hues burning with an inside-out, iridescent soul that hungered for something it could call RIGHT and FAMILIAR watched his every move, noting the utter fixation that fell upon the other and shaped his features before them in such forward, careless mannerisms. He even had the gall to reach up and brush up against their hideous maw so lovingly, as though inviting them to leave a visible mark as confirmation that he’d left his touch. 

           A low, sultry laugh rumbled from their throat, lips pulled taught in that fiendish grin splitting apart their face and nearly unhinging their jaw. He was an easy book to read when it came to explicit actions, wasn’t he? 

         “Hey now-- don’t go rushing in without any thought. I’ll give you one.” Sovann let his words seep from between their teeth, barely moving their mouth as the words hissed out; there was just enough for the edge of a tooth to prick at the fabric covering the man’s finger, and even then it was most likely barely a brush that would do nothing for a burning itch. “If you’re wanting to be satisfied, you’d better make it clear what you want. Unless you’re more of the masochistic type than I’m taking you to be.”

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Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you’ll find an edge to cut you.

Mark Lawrence, Prince of Thorns  (via wordsnquotes)

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▬♕;; unholywhispering

“You could say so~” He didn’t mind being called things, he was so used to it that he didn’t mind anymore, why should he? “A False God?  Do you mean you act like one and humans believe you but you are another type of being or what?” because the false gods he met had been ex-deities that he and the other angels had slaughtered in the name of God long, long time ago. He didn’t know that kind of beings existed still 

           ≴ ’۞’ ≵ ┅ What an impertinent question; were they supposed to know EVERYTHING about theirself? That seemed highly improbable, yet here they were, being poked and prodded at for answers. 

         “Eh? How the hell should I know how it works? I tore out of the body I was once the soul of ‘n made this image for myself, and all of a sudden people are elevating me as some sort of deity. Sure, I’m sort of a given adversary for ‘em since they were just born the way they are and I completely rewrote what I was, but if you ask me it’s pretty damn stupid of them to go believing in me like that,” they snorted, completing their aghast countenance with a roll of their eyes. “Why? Are you going to report me to the god police or whatever’s out there now?”

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▬♕;; luckysteel

   “… Ah.”

   What a strange man. Had she done anything to bring on such a vaguely threatening statement? She wasn’t sure. Perhaps the other wasn’t necessarily the most mentally stable.

   “Have I done something to upset you?”

           ≴ ’۞’ ≵ ┅ Offend them? That was her first assumption? People sure were on the wish-washy side of things, weren’t they? Make on small observation, and they were quick to assume the worst. Well, they couldn’t really blame the lot of them; as far as he could tell, their consciouses were quite vain and always looking to be clean of any offenses. 

          “Me? Offended? Nah! You’d know if I was,” they snickered; though to be sure, the grating sound of their laugh and the questionable look upon their face most likely wouldn’t reassure her. “I’d do a lot more ‘n step on you if you’d offended me. And it wouldn’t be an accident either-- but that’s how it works ‘round here anyway, right?”

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▬♕;; mulni

“Will it really?” Sleeping herself to death actually didn’t sound bad. “What if it was only one year then?”

           ≴ ’۞’ ≵ ┅ Oh. Just a year? “Eh, well, might put you in a coma, but then again it could kill ya just as easily, probably. Someone might see you and assume you’re dead ‘n just toss you right into the ground. I know I’d do that.”