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[parsiimonious]

devil to an angel. Seriously how do people manage 2 or more muses? I'm so tired but I'm getting to drafts. OMg how to write atm. but Hi I'm on if anyone cares? will be doing replies and do some starters if anyone wants one. 

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harvmin 

 ——≫ℬᴀɴɢ≪——

      Footsteps hurriedly escape from the Evil Human. Devil closes       lids, as the being next to her continue to watch in AWE. It is her own       fault that they had end up in this predicament. She should of contact       her partner immediately, yet the weapon chose to SAVE the girl instead.       Lips part as breath escapes, the monster is close, she needs  to        transform, but can this person actually WIELD her, she is normal ---       there is no oddity within her soul, or the potential of being a mesiter.       They came to a dead end, she turns around to face the despicable       creature as she walks forward. There is no other option, she has       to trust this person, or they'll both end up dead.  

     ❝ Damn, this is so not what I wanted to do today.              Hey, don't freak out at whats about to happen ok? ❞

[parsiimonious]

Devil to an Angel. OK LIKE for a starter, it'll be either a one para, or two para. It depends.really. I'll try to get to them all promise. 

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 ❝ We were ʙᴏʀɴ as ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs…

                                        and we loved the power that came with it. Nothing                                         could scare us.We walked around  town  like  we                                         owned  the  place   taking  whatever  we  wanted                                         whenever we wanted it. No one ever   thought  to                                                     ask what our lives were really like. ❞

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               ” … what do you mean, ‘ who is your scythe ’ ?                   it’s ———— my weapon ? crescent rose isn’t a person. “

[parsiimonious]

 ——≫ℬᴀɴɢ≪——

              ❝ Well that is uncool. So y'mean to tell                         me that, your weapon really isn't a person?                        Then in other words you made it? Tch' that's                                                       sad... ❞

[parsiimonious]

“I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.”

 ——≫ℬᴀɴɢ≪——

      Leaning against the wall, lids shut briefly. The fight      was over, it has been TWO years since, & yet it still haunts      them. She leans against Patti, a limb draping over the girl’s      shoulder, digits threading within flaxen tresses. Its times like      these that the devil cherishes & tries to have daily. Just being      with her sister, is enough to make a smile grace upon lips. The      words touch her, honestly. She wouldn’t know where she would      be without Patti. Her sister is her BLOOD, someone who shares       such a deep bond that no one not even Kid can understand. She      loves her sister, she will die for her. 

      Tears begin to fall suddenly, another arm wrapping around        the other’s slim frame, head burying within the soft mane.        She HATES showing such vulnerability to her, it’s so ——        uncool. Patti looks up to her like a role model. Someone       who’s suppose to be a a good influence to her, & yet,        all she feels like is a failure. Hell she couldn’t even shoot        that damn bastard who took Kid, she just couldn’t. If she       lost her, she would probably die afterwards.

              ❝ Moron don’t say such things I ain’t                       goin’ anywhere, even Shinigami-sama can’t                                stop me from leaving you. ❞

      More tears brim from optics as she continues to stroke      the younger’s hair, She really would FIGHT the devil himself      to keep her promise. She will never die, or  leave  Patti.  Not      after the HELL they both had to overcome throughout the years.      A gasp evades her lips as she leans against the other’s head,      placing a kiss upon the crown, whispering all she promises to       fulfill for them. They may be with Kid, but they will always be      there for each other. First and foremost. 

              ❝ I love you sis, just never forget that.                               I will always keep our promises… ❞

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          but of course, the younger doesn’t answer right away.           no, she seems to be lost in some thought as eyesight           dwindles down, away from liz. digits twiddle, normally           used to having something to do when she wants a           distraction. there’s nothing but air, & patti may just be           pretending she’d never heard liz in the first place.            sisters fought, that much was always certain, but liz &           patti weren’t just sisters. no, there was a much stronger           bond shared, a certain level of understanding few people           ever got to experience in a lifetime. but along with that           came a whole other level of frustration when they happened           to disagree.

          the call of her name ( her full name, not the shortened version           she was so typically used to ) brought her back to the reality,           & for once her face didn’t seem as cheerful as it usually might.

               ” yeah liz, ‘m listining. “

[parsiimonious]

 ——≫ℬᴀɴɢ≪——

                       ❝ You don't seem it,  damn                                     why do you always have to hide                                             your true emotions... ❞

     Guilt builds from the pit  within frame. Her tears brimming      from cerulean depths, as body hunches over upon the bench they      were occupying. She wants to rid herself of these painful memories,      yet Patti's odd behavior wasn't allowing it. They were both scared      deeply by their mother. Merely only ages eight & six they were       when they began to live on their own, with no parents --- just       each other. Their bond over time developed, & as they grew      it became harder to protect the younger. She knows that       Patti will someday not even need her anymore, It's painful      to even dare think about it, because Liz will not know her      purpose.        Her words were unusually cold, something she isn't use to        receiving easily. It's like all of Patti's joy just vanish. It was       rather creepy to put it simply.  

              ❝ I'm yer sister you don't have t'                                   hide things from me... ❞

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 ——≫ℬᴀɴɢ≪——

                       ❝ You still angry at me 'cause                                        of what happened back then? ❞

      Words came suddenly as eyes divert themselves to cemented floor.       She knows the talk about this is long over due, but she didn't want to        argue in the middle of battle, or in front their friends. A sigh parts lips       as digits curl within pockets. Why is it that only her SISTER was able        to make her feel this way. Sure they've been together since childhood,       but really aren't sisters, SIBLINGS in general suppose to fight. Why are       they different --- is it cause of the misfortune & bitch of a mother who had       abandon them? This was becoming frustrating, Patti wasn't even listening.

                                                [ Typical really...]

                  ❝ Dammit Patricia are ya even listenin'? ❞

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[parsiimonious]

       You better watch out !                                                 I can break your neck !                                                                                 —— written by Marley.

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 ❝ We were ʙᴏʀɴ as ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs...

                                        and we loved the power that came with it. Nothing                                         could scare us.We walked around  town  like  we                                         owned  the  place   taking  whatever  we  wanted                                         whenever we wanted it. No one ever   thought  to                                                     ask what our lives were really like. ❞

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[soulverbells-blog]

“It’s not going to get better, is it?”

           ᴜɴᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ﹐ ɪs ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ or not the eldest of the Thompson           sisters meant for anyone to hear her, but he does regardless           and gaze is quick to divert from the child-exorcism being           performed upon television screen, lips parting to form small            ’ o ’ upon viewing her current ( terrified ) expression. Uncool,           he thinks, forcing her to sit through something that is clearly           a real phobia and not your standard discomfort, something            that will linger in her mind for days no doubt and even if he           himself is not scared of such things — albeit he will be a tad           paranoid for the next day or so — he understands fear in a           general sense.

                                                  A sigh, body lifting from couch. 

           ❝ Liz, ❞ carefully he reaches out to touch shoulder, not            wishing to startle her nor disrupt their friends who still            find themselves wrapped up in their hollywood horror.            ❝ I think I left my phone in your car. ❞ An invitation           to leave the room is given in subtle form, and while a           walk outside may not be a wonderful alternative to            the movie, at least it was something. ❝ It’s kinda           dark so why don’t you come with me to get it? ❞

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           ❝ I’ve heard of it. Never been in, but I know what            it is, yeah. ❞ If he recalls correctly, Harver likes the            place too; it’s come up once or twice in their brief            conversations. A single shrug is given, weight shifting            from left foot unto right habitually — it isn’t as if he            has anything against the place, and if she wants to            look there he’ll tag along. Weapon has already offered            his assistance anyhow. 

                ❝ We can start there I guess. As good a place as any.                 Hopefully isn’t just making a scene over his food being                 off center or something. ❞

[parsiimonious]

     ——≫ℬᴀɴɢ≪——

     ❝ That better not be it or so help me Shinigami-sama                                              I will kill him. ❞

      Her voice threaten with traces of vexation.  It  wouldn't  be        the first time he has done this, but it will certainly be the last, --       she'll make sure of it. A glance to the watch upon wrist & a turn       indicates, her irascibility as well as the slight hint of concern. It       is getting darker, her phobia clearly peeking though the conceal       front, as steps or two were taken forward. 

       Vulnerability is the last emotion she wants to show to the young man,        but without her sister its obvious she isn't as strong as people assume.        Though despite this unfortunate encounter, she is quite relieve that it        is death scythe who happen to run into her. The devil wouldn't know        what to do if it was the flower without scent. 

     ❝ Its this way, but I will warn you the waitresses uniforms             are kinda..maid themed.So if you don't  want  to  embarrass             yourself , its best if you only keep eye contact yeah? I should                                   know , I used to work there. ❞

[parsiimonious]

   ——≫ℬᴀɴɢ≪——

     ❝ OK lemme get this straight? The reason you have a             bloody nose is because you went with Black★Star to check             out Tsubaki, while shes BATHING!? Seriously what is wrong             with you? Like how did this even happen? ❞

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                Exhaling loudly, the meister resists the urge to slump                 in relief, instead remaining steadfast, fingers curling                 round her waist above her hip, one eyebrow raising up                 delicately. While she certainly was not one to sneak                 others in, as it was going directly against academy rules,                 she had her ways, at times. One of which being the use                 of her father’s ID, perhaps, but no one could prove it.

                        "I do attend DWMA, you know, getting into                         places provided for students isn’t———”

                The shriek which resonated through the air was, well,                 startling, to say the least, enough to cause her to jump                 and scramble for the television. Being afraid of ghosts                 was one thing but… all the same, she turned it off, and                 if she nearly tripped over the coffee table in her haste,                 only the two in the room could tell.

[parsiimonious]

——≫ℬᴀɴɢ≪——

Watching fearfully the girl's actions, the devil wipes away sweat forming on forehead. Her breathing leaden, as painful  memories evade her. Being in the streets wasn't the most pleasant of times, & it left scars for both sisters. The oldest gaining a phobia towards ghosts. While the youngest having to  grow up a lot faster than most. Her face contorted with rage yet, stays silent.

Maka has been too nice & she still can't seem to grasp why. It  has been a week since the sisters have arrive at Death City. The two all but manage to adjust into this new environment, though still seem to have more to learn. 

     ❝ T-Thanks, I jus' can't stand 'em. Its a                 weakness...somethin' 'm not proud of. ❞

[soulverbells-blog]

           ❝ Ghosts…? ❞ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ʙʀᴏᴡ ʀᴀɪsᴇs in silent question,            though he opts not to press the issue; if she wished to            scare herself over an unlikelihood then he was willing to            let her. It isn’t as if albino could possibly talk her out of            being frightened anyway — he just hopes they find kid             before she works herself up over nothing. 

               ❝ Right…. Well, you know Kid better than I do. Where                is he usually around now, if he isn’t with you? ❞

[parsiimonious]

     ——≫ℬᴀɴɢ≪——

      It appear she had spoken too soon, a single brow raised       in question. Perhaps she should of kept  the  peculiar  phrase       within mind, otherwise he wouldn't be staring at her like that. It       annoyed her whenever someone questioned her strange phobia        of paranoia activity. Growing up in Brooklyn wasn't fun , & usually        she & Patti had to sleep in the alleyways when they first started       on their own. It was frightening, & in the end she could never fall       asleep.  

     ❝ That's the problem, he's always’s with us, or              one of us. ----- We are never anywhere without each other.             Though if I do recall he does kind of enjoys eating at the                              Deathbucks Cafe? Ever heard of it? ❞

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gaze directed at the taller female, a simple slap  on the butt given by ragnarök made them approach her, yet they were still too shy to even release a word. at least they were even trying to get a sentence done.                      “u-hm…”, was the only thing they could                      release from their lips. at least it was a                      progress.

[parsiimonious]

         ——≫ℬᴀɴɢ≪——

      She hadn't realized someone nearby until turning         to meet the usually stoic being. Confusion within visage        as they attempt to speak. If Maka was with her this --        wouldn't be as awkward, yet she was alone, with this..        person. Perhaps she should try to encourage them        to speak or rather calm down at this point. 

     ❝ Yeah? What is it? Do you need some help                                       Chrona, Right?  ❞