deathless.

written by uzume ❝ once a summer girl. ❞

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         leave it to him to get completely lost in the pouring rain. he crossed his arms over his chest with a huff, dark eyes analyzing the area for a moment before catching sight of someone…he scrunched his nose, something smelled…off about them.

              ❛       ━━oi! d’ya happen t’ know where we are? ❞

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🐉 ▬▬龍 || Cái khó ló cái khôn.

     humans always had to enter her territory when she isn’t it in the mood for it seem. today too someone is lost within her nature kingdom that she shares with all that is inhuman. worst is that she could smell the stench of some dragon off the boy. an eyebrow is raised. why did he reek like that?

     ‘ welcome to the forest which is my home. you’re quite far off the nearest village. you won’t reach it before the next day will greet you. ’

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     mirth. okay, starter call.

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龍 || Cái khó ló cái khôn.

🐉 ▬▬ ❝ aish, i can't believe this, ❞ the dragoness murmurs, chuckling slightly as she sees the other’s head within the ground ( the rest of their body sticking out like a sore thumb ). 

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girl, with an accent of blood who speaks in foreign tongues whose vowels are the sound of metal clashing. warrior, with fire in her veins and armor beneath her skin who crushes the earth beneath her feet. immortal, hair streaked with daggers and iron filling her lungs each breath invitingly toxic. princess, with lips made of glass and a voice cut from steel features born from thunder and battle. heroine, a grin made for war and eyes flecked with ash striding, powerful, into the arms of death. — perhaps she will be the one you follow into battle || [t.r.]

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     mirth. jesus christ this is an old account. i’ll be reworking it soon since i have a new icon psd. won’t be making a new theme since i love it though.

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🐉 ▬▬ :: shoujoubrave;

      “Then, I will treat you!”

Food can bring a smile on anyone’s face, the blonde had come to find. It’s strength for the soul, not to mention tht most of the time it tasted delicious.

      “I know this wonderful ramen shop, or a cafe, if you’d like something else. Just tell me anything and I’ll take you there, nothing will be off limits.”

🐉 ▬▬       a smile comes on her endearing, taunt face; something that alone is weird to see. kim isn’t the fun one at the party as her past scared her enough to give a genuine one.

                  ‘ anywhere is good, to be honest. i’m pleased as long as they serve edible food. ’

       her stomach is agreeing with that one.

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🐉 ▬▬ :: terraene;

                Lucinda won’t help those who don’t need it - this is the impression the other left as well. Not wanting to irk someone any long, the female blinks for a moment.  ❝  Isn’t the latter an inconvenience? ❞

🐉 ▬▬       yes, she knows it is stupid. not every human is kind, something she learned the harsh way. alas, the dragonette thinks that at least one kindhearted person is there at her place.

       a saggy nod is given, an awkward smile on her face.

              ‘ ...yeah. ’

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reminder to self for tomorrow;

modern verse where kim was a sickly till she was sixteen, spoiled rotten by her ( rich ) family. she’s as innocent as her pre-pregnancy in her main verse, && is now finally beginning to explore her own body && everything beyond her home.

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🐉 ▬▬ :: risoukyo;

                   Then she won’t push for it any longer, the heiress was making an offer and she refused. So the demoness tried to do a good deed, she wouldn’t bother too much.  ​❝ Then I wish you the best of luck with your broken device. I hope you don’t need it for anything important. ❞

🐉 ▬▬   a quiet thank you is uttered by the female, grateful that the other didn’t prod her too much with this case. the redhead had already too much on her to bother with such things.

      ‘ i need it for my job, but i have at least someone at my workplace who is willing to either repair or give me another one to work with. ’

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🐉 ▬▬ :: risoukyo;

                  Lucinda would keep quiet for the most part as the other spoke. Several blinks were given before she lifts her hands and point towards her broken device,  ​❝ Honestly, if you wish for a new camera. I don’t mind at all. ❞ The children, the direct children had their own wealth but a small margin of them were generous enough to share.         ​❝  Hm? Are you sure? ❞

🐉 ▬▬      ‘ no, no, no; it is not needed.’ a handwave is made as she lets out an undignified laugh. what she meant with the previous comment is yes, i need it. pride be damned, but she could get fired without one at her side. it made her wonder why she took this job at the first place.

   oh well.

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🐉 ▬▬ :: replicae;

BEFORE SHE FINISHES, he is already thinking of meanings and intentions. A supreme ruler has taught him no encounter was without meaning, and with hollowness he has to wonder if this is one of those times FORESIGHT was working against him. Learning all the same about such foreign bodies was interesting – a red spider lily looks more and more like a familiar than any other. The meaning behind each creation was something vast and intricate, quiet and solemn. TAEHYUNG bites his tongue to keep his hands to himself, heartless chest pained with the thought of never being able to share these as much as he would like. Others would love to see flowers, he thinks, instead of the crystals that pulse with multitudes of colors. They have since lost his interest. He wonders if WIND BOY would like a flower. “No. I don’t need – simpler meanings. Thank you.” Lips twist at the offer. The GUARDIAN has too much on his plate to be too affronted, knowing this woman means best. He knows he must seem malfunctioned, weaker than intended to be even when words come from him. It’s a wonder, the wear and tear on a REPLICANTS body for the pursuit of greater energy, and he decides to imagine himself like a flower after all. Perhaps his own petals have been dragged away from his stem without second-thought in order to perfect a frame that was repulsive. DAHYE seems to have no ill-intentions with her work to replace his joints and spirit, and he swallows down the bitterness that comes with the memory of not being enough. “Are they why you sit here? Do they. Mean something to you?”

🐉 ▬▬      ‘ yes, they do; especially these before us. my family’s crest was one filled with them, along with three other kind of flowers. ’

   && even after her being kicked out of her former home, she could glance at their beauty without feeling that her heart is full of pain && hatred. it is pleasant for the elder dragon, seeing as life doesn’t hold as many interesting things that attract her attention.

      ‘ if you want to, you can go to a local flower store to get some seeds, or buy a vase full of many flowers. && if you want to, you could ask the owner of the shop of they want to teach you the language of flowers. it may be long, but it is certainly a nice waste of time. ’

   better than what she sees most youngsters do in these streets of the france capital city. it almost made her want to shudder how stupid humanity has become by taking nature for granted. it made her want to curse all those electron devices.

      ‘ but i can give you some recommendations as well. i bear also knowledge in the field of botany. ’

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🐉 ▬▬ :: hisfledgling;

        | ♛ |And the Draculina stops her movements, a thoughtful expression crossing her countenance. She decides to stay back, observing this fascinating creature from afar with crimson eyes. For now, she makes no movements, no sounds – it would impede her observation.

        The camera brings an eyebrow up, head canted to the side in further wonderment. Is she an adventurer or someone who just like to take pictures of derelict buildings? Hopefully these questions could be answered promptly instead of leaving the Draculina pondering over them.

🐉 ▬▬   after the snaps were made, her senses tried to warn her of someone watching her. hues widen as she does an 180 degrees spin, scanning the area for anyone who looked remotely suspicious.

   she’s taken out her small search when a journalist informs kim that no one but the police is allowed here anymore. the dragoness expression becomes somber, && she lets out a weary sigh. in her mind, she comforts herself with the thought of seeker her stalker. though her senses are old, they are barely to never wrong.

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🐉 ▬▬ :: shoujoubrave;

      “You really are a life saver!”

As if to further thank the elder, this girl already had her head bowed in that formal manner before turning to look to the destruction as well. Looks like things were being handled pretty well….

      “—If you’d like something, I’d be happy to treat you as thanks!”

Father didn’t raise an ungrateful child, after all.

🐉 ▬▬   did she hear... food?

   eyes red like fire turns around to meet with the other’s hazel ones. though kim tries not to show want at the mention of the consumable objects, her face betrays her with shinning eyes.

      ‘ ▬▬ yeah, i guess; that would be nice. ’ && internally, she’s crying tears of joy. free food is a way to her heart.

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I knew what I was doing; I was prepared for a long dance with death

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🐉 ▬▬ :: maakera;

      “ I am many things, but I wouldn’t consider ‘ lucky ‘ to be one of them. “         She mused to herself, a small grin on her face as she glanced to the         ground. Though they soon looked back up, glancing upwards to the         gray sky, then back to the woman before them. “ If I may ask, w h y         are you’re reasons for disliking the rain d i f f e r e n t from other’s ? ”

🐉 ▬▬   kim lets out a humorless chuckle, grin wicked-seeming, yet there was a lighter shade to be heard in her laughter. ‘ let’s just say that long ago, i lived with those who brought rain to the land. ’

   kim conceals that she herself was part of it as well. ‘ && one day, they kicked me out for a reason very small, one that could have been talked out. now each time i see the rain, memories come back.’