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vingthor:
𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘, 𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆. he hadn’t actually believed she’d just slide them over without a fight. thor’s brow might pique with the shock of it all, but he’s also not about to turn them down, once offered. free food’s free food. really, it’s basically a blót. whatever had been left of his burger’s now gone, anyway, and he’s just as soon picking at her fries in much the same way she’d been. one or two —— in between words.
❝ fuck, i hope not. ❞ not that he knows a single thing about her mom. he can just as easily pick up the basics, though. ❝ sounds like a real asshat. ❞ he repeats, a sloping smile worming its way to the dimple in his cheek. and he looks to her, then, eye to eye, question to question. ❝ so, you gonna tell me about this dream? ❞
❛ I’m talking massive. ❜ Yellow nails flash as she stretches her hands wide, nearly as wide as the man himself. But she wasn’t here to discuss the sheer asshattery of her mother, that doesn’t matter. The dream does. Arjana leans in, and lowers her voice for him alone.
❛ Last Saturday, I was laying in my garden relaxing with the warmth of the sun. I didn’t intend on sleeping, still, when I opened my eyes again everything was on fire with you in the middle. ❜ She stares at him now, keeping eye contact while she brought up the memory. ❛ It started with my grass, each blade was turned into ash moving from my flowers, to my house, to me. Until it circled around you. I don’t know if you were screaming. ❜
Her sun hat resumes sliding down her face except now she doesn’t attempt to set it right.
❛ I think something snapped and flashed and then it rained forming around your body like armor. You no longer looked as you do now, there was no warmth or friendliness. Just anger, fear, and uncertainty. Something wasn’t okay; the fire started again licking at your heels. ❜ The woman pauses, reaching for a fry she didn’t even want. ❛ I don’t know how long we stood there but it felt like hours with nothing but rain and repeating fires. A cycle. Finally, something broke, ❜ Her focused expression went back to her joyful one, and Arjana leaned back into her chair.
❛ Everything moved differently, what was once destroyed by fire became something new. The flowers that were once tulips became daffodils, the grass was shiner, even my house was different. You though, you stopped looking like a drowned rat, you were smiling and at peace. Like you accepted what happened... ❜ She trails off, fixing her hat and chewing down another fry. ❛ I don’t think it was a bad dream, just one that showed change, something good is going to head your way. You might be grumpy, mad even, but it will be a good change at the end. ❜ Playfully she holds out her slightly salt covered hand, ❛ That’ll be one milkshake, please! ❜
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❛ I’m often told that whatever dreams the mind conjures up means something. ❜ With a head angled down, a sandal clad foot toes at the colored linoleum, trying her very best to not catch on his chair; hands gesticulating wildly. ❛ A green rabbit falling out of a hat in an endless loop, or seeing a strange color scheme on a stretched out neck, little random things. People could say, oh that green rabbit signifies money and the color scheme… ❜ With one hand she grabs a few fries from her pile and with the other, gently pushes her pink sun hat higher. ❛ Well, I’m sure someone can twist it into you having to look at a problem differently, stretching yourself to see over it or whatever! ❜
She kicks her foot out just a little and catches on his chair. ❛ Basically, what I’m trying to say is that I saw your face in my dreams a few nights ago, and yes, I know how that sounds. ❜
𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓, he’s starting to figure. this chair doesn’t feel all too sturdy, the more thor thinks about it, and he looks like a grown man sitting at a kids’ table. that doesn’t mean that he’s going to move, of course. he’s already eating, and he’s got company now, anyway. she’s sitting across from him in her sun hat and her cute dress and he’s realizing now that they look like every hipster couple that ruins his favourite bars.
the cruel, cruel irony.
❝ my face? ❞ he asks out of the corner of his mouth, half-closed as it is around the burger he’s still eating. whatever she’s talking about almost sounds like seiðr —— prophesies and divination —— never really anything he’d fully understand. thor swallows, takes a sip from the rootbeer beside him, and the straw’s still in his mouth when he opens it again.
❝ hey, y’think the universe wants ‘ya t’gimme your fries? ❞
She thinks about it for a few seconds, leaning in on the fleshy part of a palm and taking quick glances at his own food. As far as she’s aware he’s set but she’s been picking at the fries; only eating one or two or four with a few minutes in-between. He’d enjoy them more, especially if he’s asking.
Free food tastes better, or whatever people like to say.
❛ I mean, I can ask for you. You’d have to wait until a day or two but, it’s cool. ❜ Arjana smiles with her tongue caught between her teeth; a pointer finger guides her tray closer and closer to him. ❛ I don’t think it’s that important though, so I might as well share. I’m not really eating them. ❜ She’s too busy thinking and staring, squinting and dusting off stray salt flecks from her dress.
❛ The last time I had a dream with a face involved I saw my mom a week later so uh...excuse my language here but, are you an absolute asshat like her or no? I would love to know beforehand. ❜
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❛ I’m often told that whatever dreams the mind conjures up means something. ❜ With a head angled down, a sandal clad foot toes at the colored linoleum, trying her very best to not catch on his chair; hands gesticulating wildly. ❛ A green rabbit falling out of a hat in an endless loop, or seeing a strange color scheme on a stretched out neck, little random things. People could say, oh that green rabbit signifies money and the color scheme... ❜ With one hand she grabs a few fries from her pile and with the other, gently pushes her pink sun hat higher. ❛ Well, I’m sure someone can twist it into you having to look at a problem differently, stretching yourself to see over it or whatever! ❜
She kicks her foot out just a little and catches on his chair. ❛ Basically, what I’m trying to say is that I saw your face in my dreams a few nights ago, and yes, I know how that sounds. ❜
oh to wrap bandages around and put disinfectant on another man’s wounds as i catch his tender gaze and lovingly call him an idiot and tell him to be more careful
I want everyone to know that arjana is the nicest ( genuinely ) vampire i have in my brain collection and im glad
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“ i wish i knew how to talk about it. ” “ you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together. ” “ i don’t want to be alone anymore. ” “ i wish i could hate you. ” “ take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while. ” “ i need you to trust me. ” “ i missed/miss you. ” “ she/he won’t listen to me. ” “ let me do this for you. please. ” “ is there anything else you want to say to me? ” “ tell me something happy. ” “ promise me. ” “ i just want/wanted to help. ” “ let me explain. ” “ i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me. ” “ i’m on your side. ” “ i’ve got your back, okay? ” “ please, tell me you have a plan. ” “ stay with me tonight. ” “ don’t go. please. ” “ i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be. ” “ talk to me. ” “ i did what i had to do. ” “ we can’t keep going on like this. ” “ i’m just tired. ” “ i’m scared. ” “ it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it. ” “ it’s better to expect disappointment. ” “ hope is dangerous. ” “ i like seeing you smile. ” “ you look beautiful. ” “ be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ” “ i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ” “ i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up. ” “ have a drink with me. ” “ she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice. ” “ you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ” “ can i help you? ” “ i thought you’d like this. ” “ do you wanna get out of here? ” “ walk with me? ” “ well, shit. ”
my hair is VERY soft and could EASILY be played with and you know how many people are playing with my hair??? zero
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arjana is so soft and im shocked and appalled that no one is holding her hand or smoochin her or like, hunting food with her
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HE KNOWS HOW STRANGE HE MUST APPEAR, how out of place and foreign. had he cared, he might feel like an intruder here among all the flowers; some hideous interloper, something rotten to cut out. alucard still wears his own blood and bone like macabre accessories, but as he nears, the torn flesh and fabric knit back together in time. ❝ they’re not fond of it? ❞ he asks, crossing the field in a few long strides. and if he notices the trail of dying flowers left to wither in his wake, then it doesn’t change his mind.
The death of flowers may be minuscule to some, but she, the maiden, keeps them close to her heart. No tears were shed as she sighed and kneeled but her frown was heavy; cupping one she clicked her tongue and nodded — what dies can be reborn after all. ❛ Nothing likes the feeling of death, despite how romanticized it may be. ❜ His flesh knits itself but nor does she flinch or bat an eye, for she slashes her hand and follows the dead trail. ❛ Not even the flowers you killed, but luckily, I can bring them back. ❜ The mother’s blood was a powerful thing and the more she walked, the more the flowers returned to their original state. Quickly she turned and moved closer, half-heartedly pointing her finger with the bloodied hand as if to chastise him, ❛ Now, stay where you are! I will not have a whole field rot because of one guest, no matter how interesting! ❜