ilyas fazal.

mer ⦁ 1080

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“I am always late on principle,” the mer began as he approached the table, removing his gloves finger by finger. “The principle being that punctuality is the thief of time.” Ilyas slid in the booth, brown eyes daring Emilia to question him. “Have you ordered yet?”

@emfrye

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Ilyas’ expression could only be interpreted as boredom as he halfheartedly glared at Zed. Though easy to get riled up, it was just easy to lose his interest. T’was the thing about being a thousand years old and having a semi-fragile ego. “It is only the intellectually lost that argue,” he said, leaning back in his chair and pushing away from table, “thus I am done with this conversation.”

@undeadzed

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LIKE THIS if you want a starter from Ilyas! I’m probably going to take inspiration from some sentence starters just because I’m uncreative it makes things easier for me.

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alliespencr‌:

“Your point?” Allie asked with a raise brow. “You were here first? That’s supposed to mean something to me? It’s a public space. You can chill on your entitled ass for a few minutes while I wait in line to grab whatever I want and then I’ll be out of your way. It’s simple. You’ll be okay.” Sometimes she wondered how on earth some people in this world ended up being so fucking rude. “Oh look, a smart-ass, too. Maybe I should’ve said entitled smart-ass, then.” 

The look on Ilyas faced was clearly offended -- and also somewhat amused. Irritation was just a cherry on top. “You’re a foul-mouthed little brat that no one ever disciplined, aren’t you?” he asked, voice deceptively cool. “And you seem to have no concepts of decency, respect, or personal space. You’re just lovely to deal with on a daily basis, aren’t you?”

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supervvitch‌:

           “And yet another murder.” With a displeased expression, Diana dropped the newspaper back onto the coffee. Although she had been the doctor responsible for determining the cause of death and doing the required analysis of the body, her name had not featured in the newspaper, at her request, nearing the spotlight had her ill at ease. “This is getting depressing.” Her hand raised in the air, to signal the bartender over to refill her glass.

Alcohol never settled right with Ilyas -- he’d been trying for a thousand years to find what made it so appealing to some, searching and seeking that elusive spark that seduce so many, but he had never found it. Perhaps it was because of what he was or just because of his general temperament. Whatever the case, he wasn’t looking forward to drinking, but he found himself at the bar anyway, managing to overhear a nearby woman commenting on the recent news. “It’s hardly the worst thing out there,” he muttered, loud enough for her to hear.

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lucretiaronan‌:

   Adorned in the selkie’s favorite pair of gloves and her rather bright apron, Lucretia had a plan to start the day in a wide alternative to the latest updates happening about town. Certainly, she was horrified – but maybe being rid of some supernaturals would do some good when it came to her daughter’s future. After all, she’d rarely come across a kindly vampire or thoughtful banshee. Despite all this, there was no doubt that her name on the list struck fear in her heart – and the chance still stood that her only child could be ripped from her. All of this in a day’s doubts. At least they could live comfortably for now with the money from her husband’s death.    Work was as lethargy inducing as usual, however. Sweat dipped across her forehead as she stood on her toes to trim the edge of a hedge. At least she could keep the town pretty – and make money doing it. Huffing out a deep breath, she dropped her shears to the side to take a good long look at the first hedge of many she had to finish by the end of the day. It’s shape was nothing special, just an oval – something that Lu still had to be proud of.    "Just the rest of the street to go, huh?“ The kindly woman directed towards a passerby, a soft smile tipping on the edge of her lips at the hard work she’d put into the brush. She was far more excited for the flowers she’d plant the next day though. "I like to think a manicured Main Street will k-keep the town hopeful and happy – if not a little prettier.”

Ilyas’ day started on the wrong side of the bed -- it always did. Pleasant was not a word that could describe the mer, humble the antonym of what he was. Arrogant, haughty, disdaining... The amount of people that had called him an ‘asshole’ or similar couldn’t be counted on two hands, and not just because he’d been alive a thousand years and on land more than most of his kind.

But after the grumpy beginning -- and the cup of coffee, bitterly disgusting, the powered him through the morning -- he set off from his condo. The mer felt know fear in walking the streets of Anchorage. He wasn’t oblivious to what was going on. He’d read the bold headlines, the gorily detailed articles, but none of them scared him. It wasn’t as if hunters were a new phenomenon. So what if they were being paid? They still relied on the same old tricks. He could outsmart them, he was sure of it.

He was also sure that he could avoid any conversation if he hunched his shoulders and glared at anyone that dared look his way but... Lucky was also not a word associated with Ilyas. With a dagger-sharp gaze, the mer looked at the woman who’d spoken, his eyes narrowing as he appraised her. “Why should I care what the town is feeling?”

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elisa-araya‌:

“Wow what crawled up your ass and died?” Elisa huffed, rubbing the small dolphin tattoo on her arm. “Do you really think everyone owes you anything?”

“Nothing. I’m just -- well, let’s be honest here -- a dick,” he replied. Vulgar as the saying was, he’d heard it plenty over the years. It wasn’t a lie.

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So the number of things I’m doing at once: replies, monitoring the main, queuing promos, attempting to watch Mamma Mia!, and fighting a headache. Yeah... If I disappear, it’s probably ‘cuz the last of those won.

Update: headache won. Taking a nap, may end up sleeping through the night. 

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lcurelpcrks‌:

Laurel let out a breath through her nose, and well the girl was never one for holding back comments and this one sort of slipping. “You’re kind of a dick,” she said. 

Ilyas’ eyebrow twitched at her response, a response the could mean any number of things. It wasn’t surprise though -- maybe surprised the girl had the guts to say but not the words themselves. “Am I supposed to care?”

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hwallace‌:

Hannah was reading the newspaper over the male’s shoulder, she didn’t even think he could see her until he began to speak. The coffee shop was already full of people, so she thought that she was the least of his concerns. “Oh right,” She replied. “Sorry about that. Not much of a people person, are you?”

As full as the coffee shop was, it didn’t give someone the right to crowd his space and spy on him. He was observant; he saw the direction of her gaze. A newspaper was hardly a personal document the principal matter. “No,” he answered icily. 

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magnctes‌:

          SHE WONDERED IF SHE’D EVER BE ABLE TO GET A CUP OF COFFEE without someone annoying her in some shape, way, or form. ilyas’ voice was like hearing nails on a chalkboard – he annoyed her to no end, but the only way to get back at him was to annoy him. an airy smile brushed her lips, her blonde hair swaying as her head turned behind her to see him sitting at the table closest to her. she was so close she could sit on it, but she wouldn’t bother getting that close to him. “ don’t take this the wrong way, “ she repeated. “ but i don’t think i’m gonna be moving anytime soon. “ she paused. “ sorry. “

There was something about faux-politeness that was harder to respond to then anger, irritation, or juvenile attacks. The equality of it, he supposed, and it made his eyes narrow with annoyance. “Have you head of this neat little concept called personal space?” he asked the witch. “You should look it up if you haven’t.” He wished he had a better response but mocking Siobhan like he would a more upset person would just make him childish. Ilyas was above that.

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alliespencr‌:

All she wanted was coffee. Mornings (or afternoons, really. She usually slept until 3pm.. on a good day) were the bane of her existence until she had a good cup in her hand. However, it seemed that every single person in Anchorage decided out of all days, they wanted to get some coffee. Letting out a loud sigh, she took a glance at her watch and shifted in line a bit before hearing a snide remark beside her. Her eyes narrowed a bit, “Or maybe you should move,” Allie spoke, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but this place is packed.”

It truly baffled him why humans were so content to pack themselves into small places. He supposed the overpopulation made it something they had to do yet he’d also seen the inside of an airplane and that was a completely voluntary ( and telling ) torture as far as the mer was concerned. “I was here first,” he said back, slowly, as if talking to child that wouldn’t understand. “If it were that packed, it would be a fire hazard.”

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lcurelpcrks‌:

Laurel pursed her lips for a moment, suppressing the growl that threatening to escape. She narrowed her eyes at the boy in annoyance. “No, I just figured you wouldn’t want to lose five bucks. Well, I guess, sorry for helping.”

It wasn’t the first annoyed look Ilyas had received and it wouldn’t be the last. He had nine-thousand years left and unless some hunter somehow got him, he had a feeling there’d be many annoyed people over those years. “Thanks you so much for you concern.” Ilyas rolled his eyes.

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dahlics‌:

People were terrible, the only good use for them was food and her opinion didn’t lessen in the crowded coffee shop. All she wanted was a tea, she didn’t need the smell of sweaty men and cheap perfumes. And then she saw a familiar face and promptly decided, not to join him, but to disturb him for the fun of it. “I’m offended, I’m everyone’s favourite person,” she snorted before a grin grew on her lips, “but you’re right. I should take a step back, your breath reeks.”

Dahlia. Suddenly the male mer got the distinct impression that she wasn’t standing so close to his table by mere coincidence -- though that could just be his paranoia. Of the two options, he leaned towards the former. “Of course you are,” he deadpanned, the look in his eyes enough to say what he really thought. “Are you five years old? I think even a human child might find that insult ridiculous.”

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lcurelpcrks‌:

“Oh, I’m uh, I’m sorry,” Laurel stuttered out, her eyes barely even leaving the paper. She was pretty disheveled from a stressful shift. “I wanted to say, there’s five dollars under your chair, I was wondering if you had dropped it.”

Ilyas didn’t blink at the disheveled appearance but it didn’t endear the blonde to him. “Are you that strapped for cash?” he replied raising an eyebrow at her. 

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elisa-araya‌:

Elisa gave him a flat stare as she tucked her phone back into her pocket. “You know I would,” she began, her own voice dripping with sarcasm. “But there’s not quite enough room.” Geez she hated people like that.

She’d had an awful morning already and the news about the murder hadn’t helped it. She’d tried to keep it together but wasn’t sure she’d succeeded.

“That sounds like more of a ‘you’ problem,” he replied. It was crowded, yes, but good Gods... Did lesser creatures always have to be so infuriating? “You can step over. If it were that crowded, there would be other concerns.” Not that he’d actually be concerned about them.

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techyselkie‌:

Yuki looked up from his tablet and blinked a couple of times, giving him an apologetic look as he took two steps to the left. “S-sorry,” he said, glancing up to see if the line was moving yet. 

The mer’s lips pursed, their expression otherwise unchanged. “Better,” he said after the other took a few steps over. “In the future, I’d recommend watching where you stand. Personal space is important.”