mistress of massacre.

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HIVE CITY WINTER BALL 2017 • LOTTI BASKERVILLE

       it’s impossible to live without hurting others.

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reaperepithet:

         The Malak never quite kept up with the traditions the city seemed to share, simple things like Christmas was known to him..sorta. A holiday to give even more gifts to his dearest city? sign him up. Oh, but this little foreign tradition was definitely something he wouldn’t understand. That is, until a familiar woman came trotting along, mischievousness written all over her features. “Mn? Oh, its you.” Eizen comments, hands resting on his hips as he glances down at her. “Small seas often wash you up on the same shore.” another remark he makes, a smirk resting on his lips.

          “..Game? Aren’t we a little old to be playing games.”

          ANOTHER SHAKE OF THE BOX allows a shuffled of the treats to sound again, this time opening it up for easy access to grab a single serving. ❝ Hoh? I suppose if the games were more childish, but this seems of all ages if they want, ❞ she remarks without hesitance, tone playful enough as she smiles upward. heels click as she locates a bench nearby, hoisting herself upward so that she could be at eye level with the pirate before motioning him closer. ah, the woes of being short.

          ❝ The rules are simple, you see. Each of us takes one end of the biscuit stick into our mouths. After, we each take turns taking a small bite of it. The first one to shy away is the loser. Understaaand? ❞ albeit leaving out one crucial part of it all were neither to forfeit, the woman places one end of the pocky between her teeth gently before presenting the other half to him.

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                         ( @reaperepithet )

          YEARS WITHIN THIS CITY HAS seemed to pay off in regards to the learning of celebrations. some which she had never heard of before until now, finding slight amusement in it all. among them was a day involving breaded sweets, a box of it in her hand as she trots along. ❝ My, my... if it isn’t Mister Eizen. Quite a coincidence for us to bump into each other indeed, ❞ she coos, talking as if she hadn’t specifically been searching him out. despite it all does she tote a cheerful tone to her voice, lifting her hand with a gentle shake of the package to catch his attention.

          ❝ You’ll humour me with a little game, won’t yooou?~♡ ❞

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          ❝ You knooow, if I had a dollar for every time a man looked down on a woman for being such, I’d be quite rich by now. Still, some things are far more satisfying than money... like watching the fool who thinks he can get away with nasty words like that eat them by those same women he insults. ♡ ❞

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dramartiste:

         ❝Ohh, but of course! Colour me intrigued, my lady!❞ and, gathering his cloak to his chest, he drew himself up proudly, sweeping the other arm aside as if in presentation, ❝Very well! Then I, William Shakespeare, am at your service!❞

          ❝ Is that sooo? Well, consider me quite fortunate indeed, then. Simply let me know when you have time and we can begin, ❞ she lulls, giving a leisurely smile at the morbid joke which she makes of such luck. still she cannot help but be gladdened someone is so willing to partake in things as cute clothes and fashion. ❝ William? A pleasure to make acquaintance then. Call me Lotti, if you would. It’s quite rare to find one in the fashion you wear, you know. It leaves to wonder of how different our times must be, don’t you think? ❞

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model9s:

           “WHEN IS IT APPROPRIATE TO KISS YOUR FIRST GIRLFRIEND?”

          ❝ Oh my. It isn’t even that time of year and romance is still so lovely, ❞ she coos, unable to help her thoughts of how adourable young love was. ❝ But you had a question, didn’t you, little boy? I suppose that’s quite a difficult thing to have a pinpoint answer on, you knooow. Each relationship is quite different from the other. Like one arrangement of flowers will not do for another bouquet, if you will. ❞

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dramartiste:

          ❝Fear not, young miss! I shan’t ignore your pleas!❞

          ❝If you’ll have me, I’d be most delighted to assist!❞

          ❝ Oh my, someone interested? You’re not simply saying it to be nice, are yooou? ❞ perhaps she sounds a little too excited now. ❝ By all means, sir. I would be more than happy to have you assist Big Sister. ♡   ❞

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automatwo:

“Wouldn’t that be a waste of time? I’ve never worn anything but this dress before but isn’t the point of a show to sell the clothes? Would anyone actually gain anything here?”

          ❝ Simply because it might be to you doesn’t mean it is for others here. Though you’ve got a point, my girl; perhaps we could make an exception, however. A show just for the fun of it, hmm? But I suppose it’s a matter of how people see their gain. My, my... you can’t tell me you’re not curious what it would be like to wear something new, are yooou? ❞

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          ❝ You know, it would be quite fun to put on a fashion show, don’t you thiiink? It feels like it’s such a difficult task to collect those interested to model, though. ❞

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reaperepithet:

            Whether to be wrong or right, Eizen certainly couldn’t tell which direction he was going with this. The pain was still deep within her eyes, but from the faintest hand touch, he could still feel like she was there. He could partially understand why she was so driven mad to want a man who seemed so horrible, to perish an unspeakable death. But if he was already long gone..then why dwell on it further. “His soul ain’t worth your time, let him rot alone.” Brows continue to narrow, his hands however, give hers a squeeze. “Take a hold of your wheel and steer away from this.” there was only so much he could reassure her on without running around in circles, either way he’ll try his damn hardest. 

              Fingers no longer entangled, he feels her pulling away from him to slump back down on the couch. His own digits still tingling from her touch, still wondering what that feeling was entirely. “I couldn’t tell you if it was your fault or not, that alone shouldn’t define you.” guilt was a hard thing to beat. Even Eizen had times where he wallowed in his own guilt of when he left his sister, and how much his curse dragged him down. But it was when he met his captain that pulled him up from his feet and taught him anew. Something which he hopes to do for Lotti if it was possible.

             It was true on how much alike they were in terms of LUCK., Eizen feeling rather bad for the woman who seemed to have lost a grip, much like his fellow comrade. Sure it was disheartening to know that anyone around you is easily a target of being hurt, he knew very well about this. “If you care for someone you’ll do whatever it is to stay by them even if it might cause you pain or the other. But sometimes you gotta protect them in your own way that they might not understand. Guh! this luck we have is terrible I get it, and it makes it damn hard for things to go correctly or as planned. But you know what? it cant do a damn thing if you take hold of your wheel and steer this curse. Take the hits and move on from it.” His voice becomes louder, not out of anger but his experiences. Eizen hovers himself over her and places his hands beside her body, leaning in so she could see the seriousness that dances in his gaze.

            “If I was him I’d want to make this world a better place so people like us could live happy. And if that couldn’t happen then I’d wish for the person I cared about to do the same for the next. Sometimes you gotta work with what you got even if it might be messed up’.  Your misfortunes havent killed me yet and I don’t blame on letting them take me, seems someone needs me.”

          WAS REASSURANCE REALLY THE THING she wanted out of all this? guilt wells up within her still, like an never ending void that did naught but consume. every word he speaks only seems to feed it, devouring what negativity could be extracted from the confines of her currently skewed views. facing these thoughts alone were terrible, let alone with the good intention of another trying to steer her through the crashing waves of travesty her mind conjures with ease. only with the raise of his voice do eyes widen in slight surprise, feeling her heart erupt into a swift flutter of reactions. their proximity had grown far closer than she had anticipated, even when it was she who had closed the gap uncomfortably only moments ago.

          these words do not go unheard, silence enveloping her thoughts to simmer with everything. that was right, even if things had gone wrong, she had done her all in order to protect those most precious to her. like a click within her, those suffocating memories returned. of the times that had come --- how their chapters had come to an close with a bittersweet ending to the taste. in those brightly shining days, they only wanted the best for those around them, even when their situation was all the same as her own.

          ❝ Master Glen making this world a better place for others is... ❞ everything he wanted to do, of that she was certain. much so that he was so willing to kill his own sister for the sake of their happiness and longevity. fingers grip at the touch beside her, feeling her body ease in the slightest from these thoughts. ❝ I promised him. I wouldn’t let anyone destroy this world he tried so hard to protect. I was never that special person to him, but even then... he smiled when I said that. ❞

          despite it all, the one she had devoted herself to had found solace in those final words as he departed. had he truly regretted such an end as that? for him to fade into the cycle with no chance of another future, surely he held nothing but contentment in having lived as he did at the very end. ah, just like fang, too; that smile she saw as he reached for her without any hope to survive. ❝ ... is it really alright? Because they both smiled at the end. Eizen... this isn’t like me at all... ❞ like a fog has begun to lift itself, ever so slowly receding from those haunting events which plague her.

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intonerfied:

            ( ❀ )❜❝ God – Don’t get so close to my damn face that’s creepy as shit! ❞ Quickly the woman would take a few steps back from the other with annoyance on her face. At least it wasn’t as if she was trying to do anything to her face. Still, she didn’t need another stranger of a freak show trying to get into her face. ❝ Is there something on my fucking face? Just say it. Shit. ❞

@leuness

          A BLINK, WATCHING THE OTHER understandably step back several steps from her close proximity. how strange an ornament as this was, blossoming as if it were something so genuine from within her eye. yet there is a humour to it at how the other speaks of it, twirling a piece of hair as she tilts her head with a near innocent look toward the other.

          ❝ Now that you mention iiit. There IS something growing from that right eye of yours. ❞ stay classy with some sass, zero.

[assyriad]

with thorns.

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shemiramide:

          ◇ THE GARDENS OF this unknown city paled in comparison to the splendor of Babylon but perhaps it was too grand of a standard to hold a candle to much else. Nonetheless, a force of habit drew her to vibrant blossoms and their fragrances which permeated the summer air. The flora was a beacon in this concrete wasteland though it seemed only a meager amount of the inhabitants realized that fact, except for the individuals scattered about.

         A woman with locks akin to that of rose petals was included in this lot. Although, the flower she had plucked from the ground without a second thought was hardly as tame as its Rosaceae counterpart. Assassin drifted to her side, amusement present in her golden gaze. “Nightshade, I see how it draws you in…” The Queen’s lips parted into a faint grin. “It’s alluring as it is deadly– How strange, that the petals match the hair upon your head so exquisitely.”

                                   @leuness

          GLOVED FINGERS ARE CAREFUL, SNAPPING the stem with relative ease as she reaches into the abundant garden foliage of flora. nightshade, something which had not gone unnoticed by the observant eyes of the baserville servant, gravitating to it so like it were natural. poisons came in many forms, though it was always the flowers which she found her heart set upon using in such wicked games. one hand allows her chin to rest upon it, hunched down by it as she looks on whilst the others pass by. ah, all but one, it would seem, listening to the other woman speak. roseate hues never part from the weapon in disguise which rests delicately within her grasp, a small chuckle being given in response.

          ❝ Oh my, someone who knows her stuff. It’s a treat indeed to know others still are aware of the dangers involving it. After all, not everything pretty is good, ❞ she muses, eyeing the single stem of nightshade with a gentle twirl betwixt her fingers. ❝ Even if that’s the case, I wouldn’t wear something like this as any old ornament, you knooow. It has better uses to it, besides the point. ❞

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celtmagus:

leuness replied to your post:              “ya know, those flowery shirts don’t…

don’t talk to me or my family ever again

           sends you some just to spite

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          ❝ Oh? We’re talking fashion, are weee? So long as you don’t dress in those despicable flower patterned shirts or foam shoes, you’re not as bad as most. ❞ then again, there was also the issue of people making jeans into every article of clothing.

[shitajiki]

I will not let the world you tried to protect be destroyed.. So please..

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❛ every star is another story, every night a different sky. ❜

                         ( POETRY SENTENCE STARTERS )

          SHE HAD HEARD SOMETHING LIKE this once, during a time of chaos and the nigh ending of their world. the jurors, they were claimed as. guilty as charged in creating their lives into naught but a story to be observed; every path had been different, branching into the possibilities of what their current life could have been. worlds where their happiness was abundant, nothing to curse their peaceful days as they drifted along in the river of time. perhaps were she still naive, yearning for those peaceful days beside her beloved master and that man she once called friend, she might wish to partake in something so enticingly sweet. that, once more, she might be able to smile beneath a golden afternoon with those she had lost on their journeys to the end.

          only a gentle hah escapes her upon the smile that graces her lips, one hand resting upon her hip as she takes a moment to enjoy the fleeting thought of who she once was. ❝ Is that so? ❞ her voice coos softly, though laced with something of understanding to his very beliefs. how soothing, to feel the sense of relief that she no longer clung to the past that once chained her so, to accept all that has come to pass despite what was lost. like a dream which she had waited so long to awaken from, those troubles fading despite all she has been through to reach this very moment.

          ❝ My, my... quite philosophical today, are we? Before you know it, you’ll be telling me that when that particular story ends is when a star fades, no? If that’s the case... I can only be glad that mine keeps shining. I won’t let that change, either. That is... my way of remembering them both. ❞

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❛ what do you think the stars wish for then? ❜

                         ( POETRY SENTENCE STARTERS )

          ABRUPT, ROSEATE HUES PEERING FROM the corner to glance at the woman who bore the eyes of misfortune so brilliantly. what a peculiar question indeed to ask a stranger, trekking upon the thinning line of opinion and mere philosophy. still, the crimson cloak only serves to fall from her shoulders as she shifts her arms, crossing them over her chest. ❝ Hoh? I can’t quite say. It’d be rather rude to presume what they’d wish for, hmm? ❞ simple teasing, a jesting smile curling upon the baskerville’s face thereafter.

          ❝ Perhaps to never burn out? Or to burn the brightest when their time comes? It’s never quite clear, you know, ❞ she muses aloud, easing herself back against the cushions which prop her up comfortably. ❝ I’ve never truly thought of it before, but if I had to... the stars aren’t some mindless fools who wish in unison. They each have their own WILL --- their own desires of how they’d like to end. It’s quite similar to people, if you will. Will they go out with a bang? Or will they quietly fade? It’s unfortunate, but you can’t go through life worrying about such silly little things. That’s just how life is... ❞