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|| lets her arms drape over him. ||
A smile finds its way across stoic mouth, an expression reserved solely for his family. One arm of his own is safely tucked around a squirming child; her hair ( warm as mahogany and smelling of spring ) is in a disarray — her lips are set into a severe pout. And yet her head tucks itself into his shoulder with dark and stormy eyes fixated upon her mother.
” I do believe we’re all a bit tired. Time to go to bed. ”
( allison. )
There’s an odd weight that she feels upon her shoulders, so different from the kind that she’s been carrying around for what seems like so long—- since her mother’s death, since she had found out about her family, since she had decided to protect —- —- & suddenly, her fingers are at her middle, looking for a SCAR, for blood, but her her fingers come clean, not tainted as she had expected.
❝I think I’d prefer standing if that’s okay. Where am I, & who are you?❞
He had been chosen for this job due to his adept nature -- for his ability to be ultimately indifferent to the suffering of any being, human or otherwise. And yet he feigns feeling with ease, contrition painting itself across features bathed in the blood of millions. Eyes of obsidian cast themselves downward.
And yet he will not pretend. His utter neutrality is a concept not to be overcome by any role he must play in these situations -- be it father, brother, enemy, lover. He is built upon honesty. Upon dedication to his duty.
” As you may remember, Allison -- you are currently deceased. My condolences. It is typical to have a more ... Comforting presence at these sorts of meetings, but at times such as these, I am called in. We have a proposition for you, Miss Argent. One of some urgency -- and some difficulty. Your spirit has been detained pending your decision. The name I go by is Simeon -- but here I am known as Order. ”
Lips press into a thin line; hands meant for both the shaping and the obliteration of worlds clasp at his front in a gesture of utter solidarity. At the same time he portrays a countenance of both friendliness and distance. Cold and forgettable; a major storm better left to the recesses of faltering memory resides under his human skin.
” Can I help you? ”
His fingers lock gently around the clasp of her necklace, a deft movement putting the gold chain into place below the cascade of her hair ( a far more pure shade of that same colour ). For a moment, a wry smile glances, unruly and unabashed upon this face, and he allows himself a moment to let those fingertips rasp against the smoothness of her shoulder. Empathy is the languages of all the universe wrapped in human skin -- and here she stands before him, blue eyes seeking his black counterparts in the mirror. Had she not been created for her own purpose, he rather thinks she would have been suited well for beauty.
One hand makes as though to graze across her hip, but reaches instead for the wine bottle. Velvet redness splashes into each of their glasses; his eyes sparkle in the dim light as they lock once again with hers. Two cosmic beings of unfathomable power ... Pregaming, as the humans call it. Warmth blooms within the depthless catacombs of his chest ( what worlds has that chest breathed into life? into death? ) as he takes a long drink.
” You do realise, correct, that in this time period you have not chosen to be a princess? We've passed the time frame of fashionable lateness. Not that I mind. We could simply skip the party altogether. ”
And there are slender fingers that curl into her skin: precarious, simple, and filled with warmth at the proximity between the two. There's a skip of her breath, an incline of her head -- and then her palm arched around the fabric of his tie, hand lingering against his collarbone until skin parted from skin. "-- It was crooked."
True humour — as rare an expression on this face as sadness or shock — jerks its way unfamiliarly across lips far more used to casting cosmic judgement. Eyes the colour of c o n d e m n e d planets trace the line of that graceful arm, pale and near-translucent.
Upon the parting of their skin, he can feel his heart pound within the cavern of his chest — already longing within an instant to feel her warmth again. And so he reaches out, deft fingers curling around that wrist.
” Was it? How fortuitous that you were here, then — otherwise I might have gone about looking disheveled. Which would not, of course, be a good way to uphold my image. ”
With swift motion, she is pulled closer, until their chests touch and he can hear the universe in her heartbeat. His free hand rises, tracing a line from temple to jaw, listening to the celestial static in her head.
” I rather think you were looking for an opportunity to intrigue me. ”
( buffy. )
” ———- you know, you’d think that would be intimidating …. but after the first few hundred times it starts to get pretttyyyyyy old. “
brows lift, arms deceivingly slender as they hug against her chest. earthy eyes watch him carefully. they calculate. O B S E R V E . a slayer must always be ready for anything. ( sassy or not. )
" Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Simeon. And you, Buffy, have collected quite a few spaces on quite a few lists. "
Mild amusement flicks across star-dusted lips; a breeze tugs at blades of grass as he steps forward. It should be interesting, at least, telling this exceptional human that she must -- for the time being -- cease her current occupation to assist him with his own.
" It appears you have cause quite a stir as of late, old friend. "
His fingers toy with the strings of his harp, drawing out a melancholic note reminiscent of screaming mothers and children.
" Can I be of assistance? "
He is, after all, quite busy.
" Miss Argent, I believe. Please -- have a seat. "
A hand gestures with obvious grace to the empty chair within the small office. His presence seems to fill an area of far more than his human form allows, but as he settles into his own seat, hands folded atop sensible trousers, that sensation fades -- replaced by bland expression and vague interest.
" Unless you are in need of my assistance or have some message to relay, I would advise you to leave. "
That expression remains neutral, even perhaps a bit amused. But the cosmos s u r g e s within obsidian irises; danger breathes through celestial pores. A being created solely for sowing chaotic madness does not twine well with one created for maintaining ORDER.
" Your actions as of late have -- caught my attention. "
A cosmic crackling resonates throughout the cemetery, a noise which seems could be capable of setting those old bones into dance. His appearance is spontaneous, sudden -- also accompanied by the soft sound of harp music. Mouth set in a grim line, he stands precisely ten metres from her, hands clasped reasonably at his front.
Send one of these in my askbox to see how my muse reacts
“Everyone ends up alone.” "Stay close to me." "We need to get away." "This is all for you.” "How could you be so heartless?" "There’s gotta be another way out." “I’ve tried forever getting out on my own.” “I don’t wanna fight alone anymore.” “I never thought you would really go.” “I was being such a fool.” “But I can’t live without you.” “If I wanted to leave I would have left by now.” "Don’t let me down.” “And now I’m feeling stupid.” “I’ll only stay with you one more night.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Can’t take it no more.” “I used to pretend that I felt okay.” “I’ve failed you again.” “God knows that I tried…” “I was dreaming for so long.” "You are the piece of me I wish I didn’t need.” “If our love’s insanity, why are you my clarity?” "We both know how this ends." “This is not what I do.” “Is that alright?” “Am I even human?” "I’m a mess." "At least I’ve always been myself.” “No one knows my heart.” “I don’t know what I’m doing.” “There is something that you need to let me know.” “Be honest please.” “Say you’ll stay.” "I’ll look after you." “I wasn’t looking for this.” "Here’s my number." “Where do you think you’re going, baby?” “I missed you so bad.” "You see?" "Come on let’s go and play!" “Be my baby.” “Don’t you ever say I just walked away.” “I will always want you.” “I never meant to start a war.” “I just wanted you to let me in.” “I guess I should’ve let you win.” "You make me crazy from happiness." "You’re my prince from the fairy tale." "Where do I go if you leave?" "I was afraid you don’t care about me." “I can’t forget you.” “I’m your destiny.” “You are like frost.” “We just have to wait until the next life.” "We need to talk." “Where did I go wrong?” "I lost a friend." “If I don’t say this now I will surely break.” “I’m losing my control.” “What’s mine is yours to leave or take.” “You’ve begun to feel like home.” “If that’s what you want…” “But I’m only human!” “I bleed…” "I can do it!" “Don’t let them in.” “Let it go.” "We only have each other." “Okay, can I just, say something crazy?” "We are meant to be."
" I am afraid that I cannot allow this to happen. "
One hand heavy with the weight of dead planets behind it lands upon a shoulder, stilling movement -- at least for the moment.
mutuals; feel free to like this for a short - to - medium length starter.
" Interesting, isn't it, how our vicinity seems to make the glass t r e m b l e ? "
