Sick Perfection

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neon in dreamcatcher’s BOCA

[femaleidols]

soyeon // senorita ◇ 190303

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ross gay /antoine de saint-exupery / gilgamesh: a retelling by herbert mason 

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mostly i do god knows what

[jewelsforsupper]

“Venusian Daughter (1996)” Tagged by my Beautiful Witch @gatesajar​ and claimed to be a ‘precise portrayal’ by @dr-sorenson​ 💋 Thanks for tagging, I really had fun doing this!! 🥰

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[praemonere-archive]

;bigbadwolf

He was supposed to be invisible to monsters; he had no scent - that was the point of him being the hunter in the first place. Gods of whatever, he needed to lead this thing out of the city - he really hated Lycanthropes; they smell and they have annoying habits like snarling and scratching and biting.

Jake fled across the quiet neighborhood. It was the middle of the night, and hopefully people wouldn’t be gaping at the blind kid being chased by a big bad wolf. Now, he just needed to get out of town.

[jewelsforsupper]

Ｔｈｅ fair-haired loved how the silence pressed on his eardrums but it seemed like he had to forget the idea of hanging around the place a bit longer now that he felt what he thought was an eerie presence nearing. Nervousness pulled him into a tight embrace and his pace got slower as he figured that the being was moving fast. He was pretty sure it would drop into his sight soon, thus, he wended his way to the corner of a building, hid in the shadows and peeked around the wall to make sure that it was safe enough for him to run down the path that led to his home.

It didn't take long for his eyes to adjust to the dimness and they widened at the sight of a boy getting chased by a huge creature. Curious about such oddity, he took a step forward so he could get a clearer view, though ended up falling out of the darkness for he was not aware of the uneven pavement, making him land on his hands and knees. He immediately tried to rise to his feet despite the pain in his knees the moment he noticed the two coming closer — if it was already hard for him to stand up, what made him think that he could run?

[emerald-princess]

[thegirlwhocrieswolf]

[jewelsforsupper]

|| Oᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Mɪʀʀᴏʀ ||

I've replied to all of you! I'm so sorry for the wait, darlings. ♥

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[ anniversaire, with crowned-unholy ]

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He told me that when he entered, the first thing he noticed was the smell in the air. It was not repulsive, but sweet. The second thing he noticed were the surroundings, which were grand, to say the least. The furniture was impeccable, luxurious, even. There was one thing missing, however. And that one thing Zevid would soon add to the parlour.

Flowers.

He turned to the shopkeeper, smiling and taking the other’s hand into his to give it a soft shake. “I was looking forward to today. I even considered leaving much earlier, but someone walked in before I finished the thought,” he said nonchalantly. Two hours was quite the while, even for him. Thankfully, he expected the visit to be a good one. Or so he said.

The florist set his things down on one of the wooden tables. The movement was careful, as though the flowers would be angered if they were handled in a different sort of way. That was, if they were capable of emotion. 

"Where shall we begin?"

[jewelsforsupper]

Ｔｈｅ blond watched as the other man placed the bouquet upon the table and for a spell, he found himself breathing the scent of roses instead of the fragrance of candy. The way the blooms greeted him tugged the corners of his mouth into a small smile and because he felt bad for not offering more in return, he stretched his hand out to brush the petals which had the color of blood. All of the flowers were beautiful, but it would not be a problem if they started withering since the son of Aphrodite would always be there to make them look lively again.

"Centerpieces first," his pale green eyes rolled to the florist while his smile faltered, "Soon, we'll tell you whether we want to decorate others or not." The Pasquiers had always hinted the customers about the anniversary with flowers, however, they had never wished for a floral smell to conquer the parlor so it was very rare for another area to be embellished when there were centerpieces. Everything depended on the flowers' odor, they might grace the place with more flowers as long as they did not affect the smell the sweets exuded.

Lemmi turned his head to one of his workers earlier than he snapped his fingers to catch his attention, "You, bring the small vases here." After a nod was given, he laid his gaze on the lad before him, "That guy will come together with the vases in a minute and like I told you the other day, we want them simple, yet appealing," he tilted his head to one side, arching his eyebrows ever so slightly, "Questions, Mister Zevid?"

[jewelsforsupper]

• Divine Souls •

[diangelo-nico]

If Nico were capable of expressing internal feeling, he would have had apologies written all over his face easy for the other to read. Instead, he gave a listless lift of his shoulders and came to stand before the stranger again. His eyes did a body check of the man, searching for any physical damage with furrowed brows. Dionysus should be having a great time about now with his ᴋᴏʙᴀʟᴏs hissing and spitting at his feet. It wasn’t the smartest move on his part now he was resigned to return to a less than pleased God at camp or spend the next few days with his father. He’d take his chances with Dionysus.

Nico stared a beat too long as the other dropped his hands from his ears and asked his question. He cracked his neck with jerk of his head to the side before relaxing in the back alley of France where he, for once, played the gallant knight instead of the dragon and this was the part when he started lying. “I don’t know?” He tried for a confused look and shrugged off the inquiry, countering with his own, “You never answered me before, what are you doing out here?”

Physically, the man seemed fine but just a moment ago terror was rolling off of him in waves.  If he had seen the ᴋᴏʙᴀʟᴏs it meant that he was something other than mortal and Nico could handle this but if the elfish boy suffered by some other means, the son of Hades wasn’t entirely sure he could stick around. Silence settled and the starless night wrapped around them like a comfortable blanket. Thinking back to the tears and fear he had seen in the other’s eyes he let out a sigh and stepped closer. “You’re not hurt are you?”

[jewelsforsupper]

Ｌｅｍｍｉ could tell by the screams that the ᴋᴏʙᴀʟᴏs was unhappy, it was as though something had spoiled its precious moment disturbing him. There was a part of him that thought he should cease doubting the stranger as a special kind and that, he was the cause of the creature's quick disappearance but the answer he got from the other man made him reconsider. Just how dare he supposed such things when he did not even see what happened?

'Damn', the son of Aphrodite mouthed the word in frustration while he brought his skeletal digits to rub his eyes that were filled with tears. It was not often that the sprites came to haunt him and he recalled they had never left him with shrieks before, thus he figured it must be their other trick to make his fear worse. The boy did not understand why it was so difficult for him to get rid of the feeling that the male had something to do with the ᴋᴏʙᴀʟᴏs' vanishment, even though he did not think the lad had noticed the hideous being for he appeared bewildered.

The blond dropped his hand to his side earlier than he set his attention upon the other when the previous question was tossed back to him, "I was wandering and I thought I saw a..." he squeezed his eyes shut and shifted from one foot to the other as he tried to find a name, "... a wild thing running after me, so I rushed here," he opened his eyes, finishing with a weary exhalation before watching the man take a step closer. Once the dark-haired asked whether he was injured, he rubbed his aching chest, slowly then shook his head, "No, I'm fine." The pain in his chest was not a big matter, he was pretty sure it would fade by the time he breathed properly.

He should have felt safe to walk alone again seeing that the ᴋᴏʙᴀʟᴏs was no longer there, yet he could not escape the idea that another unpleasant scene would unfold any minute. It was not like he did not want to use his godly ability to leave the place instantly, he merely could not trust himself to do so in such frantic state, as it might lead him to trouble. "Don't leave me," Lemmi blurted whilst he held the other's arm as if he were scared of losing him. For some unknown reason, he felt secure with this particular soul and he hoped he did not have plans after this just so he could accompany him, "Please?"

[theflowersaroundyou]

Mirror in the Maze | Two of a kind | Bryony and Lemmi

[theflowersaroundyou]

It was not entirely apparent to the petite Fae that he was suddenly quite caught in a trap. It was a sort of sinking feeling, but Bryony did his best to ignore it. He couldn’t go on gut feeling alone, not when his gut feeling was telling him to run. How… how could he believe that when the face of the man he was talking to was his very own? 

It was a very sweet trap, the devil in disguise that so very easily had Bryony under control. The devil would smother innocence once again. Bryony was simply far too trusting for his own good. He thought the best of others, did not want to even believe that there could be something darker in others. That there was something much, much darker within Lemmi’s beautiful, mirror image. A facade. 

Bryony was still, incredibly still, as Lemmi grew closer. He could feel the other, his gaze like fingertips, groping and touching, his breath soft, deceiving. His lips just an equal mixture of deception, of lust, of such a thinly veiled kindness. 

Bryony’s cheeks were a bright, bright red, flushed and blooming as he, startled, suddenly took a step backwards, away from Lemmi. Away from eyes that saw so much, from lips that wanted, desired. 

How could someone who looked so much like himself be so, incredibly different? Bryony was uneasy, but… but he realized, far too late, that it was something that Lemmi, quite possibly, was amused by. And, once again, Bryony tried to push these thoughts out of his mind. Was he only jumping to conclusions? Or was these something entirely different going on?

"N-no," Bryony stammered as he wrung his hands together and looked up at Lemmi. "I-I… I w-was exiled. I w-was accused of… of a crime I did not commit. W-within my world, t-truth is law. A-and… and my t-truth was ignored in f-favor of Corruption." Bryony frowned a little, missing home, missing home far too much. "But… but even if I was home, I w-wouldn’t want to be a noble… Far t-too much responsibility." And it was much better to ignore how it was Lemmi made Bryony feel. And… just what was that exactly? Uneasy. Uncertain. But what else was there? Was it only in his mind? Definitely, Bryony had to be over thinking this entirely. 

[jewelsforsupper]

Ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ timid response and fire was caught kissing Bryony's cheeks. The Faerie truly had nothing to do but entertain him, no? Allowing his favorite color, thick crimson, to burn that flawless skin... it was as though the creature was capable of reading minds. The words that slithered out of his lips and the actions that implied his desire to mess with the other's head were only fragments of his broken soul — personally, they were not even worthy of attention compared to the other plans he had in mind yet here his toy was, making a big deal out of them. What the demigod fed him was only a sip of his poison.

"My, my..." a sigh escaped his lips, "Poor angel," his frown deepened. It had been a while since sympathy was engraved upon his soul that he could not tell whether his voice was full of pity or not. He had forgotten what a face touched by mercy looked like after his father's death, thus, it became foreign for him to wear such mask. Even if his countenance now was near to what one would call fake, he would not pray to Gods to keep the winged being from feeling hurt. Sorrow had been residing in him for years and he was there to have fun, not to waste this precious time fathoming another form of sadness. Playing with the doll was probably the best way to distract himself from thinking of his wretched life, so be it if the male was not fond of him. No one gave a fuck about Lemmi, after all.

The flaxen-haired let silence dance between them for a moment then, stepped closer to his new obsession, "Shh..." he bent his body until they were on the same eye level, "Quit stuttering, baby. You worry me, you know?" He stared into the shorter lad's eyes as though he sought the source of his nervousness before straightening himself, "Perhaps, a walk will make you feel better. Come..." he beckoned and spun to walk past the willow trees at a slow pace. His jade pools sailed across his surroundings, but it did not take long for Lemmi to turn his head to the young man and speak again, "I bet you miss living there... Seelie Court, you say?"

[jewelsforsupper]

• Lost Kitten •

[eatyourgodright]

The gemstones that perceive their master’s setting cling to the svelte build sitting on the bed. A slumberous look accompanied by a simple hum from the other were all that it took for the young doctor to move on with the treatment earlier. Now that he is done with healing the wound in what not many people consider an ordinary way, worries begin to thrive inside that he may get caught. And so when the boy appears to not have a clue at all, he shakes the hand of immense relief, even allowing a sigh to nearly whistle out of his mouth. Edgar’s attention then decline onto the waning cut – no, it is not going to wear away by tonight, though it surely will in a couple of days. He traces the rosy mark with his eyes, a smile beneath notice dancing on his lips with ease while he takes the bandage out to bind the wound. He is the son of a particular divinity but it is not often for the man to nurse anyone by using his gift, as he finds it quite dishonest. He is in love with the art of doctoring, not with his own nature and the abilities he possesses. However, tonight is an exception. Casting his gaze downward to the first aid kit, he bends slightly in order to place the disinfectant, cotton pads and bandage in the box once more just as Lemmi’s voice reaches his ears. His focus goes up to that dainty visage, and at the boy’s request, a simper caresses Edgar’s lips while he lightly nods before he offers a soft reply. “Ja, sure. Of course.” He lifts the kit and ascends to his feet, holding up the chair to set it back where he has taken it then putting the white box away. The young man wends his way to the door with one last glance at the fair-haired, “I’ll be right back.” Upon walking out then down the stairs, the physician finds his focus centering on the scent that the boy bleeds. Why is it so familiar? A question that reverberates in his mind as he enters the kitchen, ripping out a frustrated breath from his throat whilst he fills a glass with water until it almost pours out. Maybe he is half-divine. He contemplates the very thought, how it is truly possible seeing that Lemmi’s blood nearly smelled like… his own. He holds up the drinking vessel and treads to the stairway, along with a certain musing that skips about his head while he steps up the stairs and into the master bedroom – maybe he’s right.

[jewelsforsupper]

Ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ but trouble, wasn't he? It was not really about quenching his thirst and Lemmi did not mean to keep the doctor busy, all he wished for was a better balance and hopefully, a drink was enough to help him move around without the other man's support. He did not want to stay in the stranger's mansion longer now that his wounded limb was finely bandaged, besides, the night was growing old and he deserved a good rest after all the things he went through.

A soft voice seeped into the demigod's ears and his eyes darted to the lad, capturing a hazy picture of a slender figure walking towards the door. "Thank you," he shot those words at the male right before he exited the room, the utterance was so quiet that it nearly matched a whisper. Sweet silence then crept into the bedroom, yet its visit did little to soothe him when he figured that he would not be going home as soon as he desired. It was hard for him to accept the fact that he was too weak to use his divine ability for a quick return — Lemmi would have to call his driver and the thought of waiting for him to come and pick him up frustrated him to no end. Only Gods knew how bad he wanted to sleep.

Releasing a faint groan, the blond bent his body in order to rest his elbows on his knees. It had not been a minute since Edgar left to grab a glass of water, but the terrible ache in his bones made him feel like he was spending a lot of time. His eyebrows curved into a light frown as he raked his fingers through his hair and turned his head to contemplate the bed. Would the physician hate to see him, a person covered with dirt, lie on his bed? He stretched an arm to run his hand across the mattress, adoringly and here, he found the answer — No. If the man feared staining the fine sheets, he would not have settled Lemmi on the bed.

The dark-haired had not dropped into his sight, thus, he decided to recline on the bed and make himself comfortable as long as he waited. He shifted to lie on his side with his emerald pools partly closed, locking his gaze upon the door in a sleepy manner. Shortly, the boy felt a presence nearing, though confusion was fed to him as the aura faltered. His eyelids got heavier to lift and bit by bit, darkness conquered his vision for he surrendered to Hypnos.

[psychotic-southern-belle]