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I must be an emotional archaeologist because I keep looking for the roots of things, particularly the roots of behavior and why I feel certain ways about certain things.
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heterxchrxmia:
Her bright grin stayed firm on her face, dual hued eyes peering up the male as he spoke, giving him her apparently entire attention. Her head then shook yes when he asked of her opinion, prompting her face to glow with glee.
Whether the emotions were genuine or not was unclear.
The tiny henchwoman eventually moved, her delicate form gracefully proceeding closer to the toy before her lithe fingers gently grasped it and raised it to her eye for closer inspection.
She really much rather crush it in her hand, but that’s not how you make friends.
he was careful around her to say the least. watts prided himself on knowing everyone and everything that came into contact with their little band and the queen herself, providing steady streams of information where it was needed. however neopolitan was a strange case.
he didn’t think he had even a single page on her, except brief notes of her physical appearance, combat skill and semblance. his jaw clenched when she picked it up -- the clockwork was sturdy, but he rarely liked others touching his creations -- yet she seemed delicate with it enough for him allow her to without complaint
with a thought, he mulled it over, before conceding; voice soft as he spoke once more.
“-- you can keep that one, if you’d like.”
though she may just simply throw it away once she had left, he accepted that along with the ownership of the toy offered. he could always just make another one -- the process of building was much more fun than the end result.
I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
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I am tired of this tug-of-war between wanting to talk to someone and loathing human contact completely.
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gcrdens:
Summer was retreating the moment a new face stepped inside her temporary &. uncomfortable home. Too-skinny legs immediately pulled up against the ex-huntress’ chest as her arms wrapped securely around them. Was this stranger here to continue Salem’s work for her ? Had she finally grown bored with her &. was using this man to kill her off ?
No – no, she found she wasn’t ready to die. Ruby still needed her. Yang still needed her. Summer forced her silveresque gaze to meet Watt’s while she gave a slow shake of her head. ‘ Tea … no. You can’t poison me that easily. ‘ The Rose stated with an edge to her tone. Now the captive fell silent &. simply attempted to stare down the man standing at her door.
he took note of her actions. like a recluse, hiding away from him, as if every motion he made was like a raised hand or the crack of the whip. his lips twitched -- such thoughts were understandable, but he was far above such barbaric nonsense. unless his lady ordered otherwise.
“poison you? such an accusation wound me, i’d never sully a good cup of tea in such a way. hmmpf!”
he made some vague gesture that either meant the dismissal of the topic or who knows what, but he left without another word and returned after a short moment with the cup of tea -- two cups, in fact. to prove his ‘good’ intentions, he took a sip from her cup, wiped the rim with a cloth and then offered it her.
“as you can see i am not dying yet, it’s safe to drink. i would not turn down such charity -- the others are not as.. hmm... hospitable as i.”
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tyriannical:
tyrian turns away from the mirror and runs a hand through his hair, undoing what remains of the braid to let it fall over his shoulders. he still seems worried, still concerned, but he offers the doctor a smile anyway.
❛ of course i kept it, ❜ he says. ❛ it was a gift. ❜
one of the earliest interactions between them, actually. tyrian was still a child and watts had offered him the wind-up grimm to help the boy get accustomed to the strange world around them. it fit so p e r f e c t l y on his shelf that the toy had simply remained after all these years.
tyrian moves from the vanity to the bed, seating himself on the edge of the mattress.
❛ you… watts? ❜ he begins. ❛ are you upset with me? ❜
he palmed the wind-up toy in contemplation for a moment longer, head shaking in disbelief that tyrian truly had kept it; smile warm and remaining a touch longer before the reason why he had visited whispered in the back of his mind. lips dropped to a thin line, he neatly settled the mock-grimm in it’s place before moving to join the faunus at the bed.
hesitation held back his words, chained the topic in his mind -- kept it there in the forefront. how exactly was he going to begin this? no matter how many times he’d run in a circle in his mind the moment he decided on a course of action, tyrian’s blind loyalty knocked him asunder.
his fingers curl into the soft material of the bed and blankets, eyes searching the other’s face before brows steeped in brief confusion.
“upset with you? why would i ever..”
a pause, a realization. right, him entering like this likely did not send the right message. shaking his head, he turned towards him, hands reaching to gently clasp his shoulders, pulling him close for a chaste kiss along the temple of his forehead.
“ -- absolutely not, i could never. no, i’m here for a.. long overdue chat. about.. our lady’s .. treatment of you.”
there was always a brimming paranoia that seized his actions the moment he began to speak of salem out of her presence, as if suddenly she could hear every word and see every thing. it was going to be difficult to walk through the conversation, for the both of them.
“you were.. a lot younger when i first tried to talk to you about it and -- perhaps i have no position on this for simply, standing by and letting her -- but, it’s.. it’s not acceptable, tyrian. what she has done and will continue to do.”
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la-douleur-des-corbeaux:
“What? Age give you a hearing problem to? Yeah, I did in fact call you a whippersnapper. As far as I can tell it was a poor attempt to break the ice. That and you look rather young for a……thirty-seven year old?” As always, Qrow was simply playing a game with the other man. Albeit in a rather irritating way, His own humor was bland at some points. “Relax doc, I am not here to make a mess of whatever it is you got going on in this bar just yet. So lets take a steep back and be some what civil. Sound good?”
“thirty one, and i do not need to be reminded of my youthful visage, thank you very much. it’s both a curse and a blessing.”
he would only be civil on the good graces that the patrons of the bar knew him. not personally, of course, but his public face of an upstanding citizen of atlas, one of their great gestalt minds. thus, he conceded with a sigh, hand curled around his glass of brandy.
“ i don’t like messes, branwen. fighting in a bar is not my style; it’s rather dangerous and i’d like to focus on as little casualties as possible, believe it or not.”
his eyes glance to the other drunk people around, before accepting his glass of brandy from the bartender and taking a tentative, appreciative sip.
“but today, we drink. atlas knows i need one.”
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endelias:
‘ hmm… ‘ the goddess taps her chin, thinking. ‘ perhaps i will need to…look more closely into these devices. do the rest of my advisors also have these devices? ‘ her ghostly features turns to face the doctor, hands resting gently in the ebony silk laying across her lap. the furls of her dress are smooth without her ever thinking about it ( her distate for disorder on her own person was such an oddly HUMAN trait, was it not? ) and before she continues the queen must take a moment to correct her actions. she was not human and she would never be. she was darkness incarnate, the grimm-mother. she was endlessly ending–and for some reason she felt so oddly real in this moment. perhaps it was the simple fact that she could connect to everything humans had built with this simple device. with a gentle tug of her lips does she return to her mortal companion in thought and body. ‘ a diary? let us hope you write nothing ill of the other members of our party in it? ‘
he remains silent to her motions, always taking note, every small detail having some use in the order of the universe. never once would he comment on her manners or behaviors, eyes lingering the space occupying her shoulder ( never directly at her, his respect for her was too great ) -- perhaps he was allowed to, if, at least briefly, to smile, before the mask of indifference swiftly took over.
“yes, ma’am. most humans and faunus alike have these devices. they are wonderfully multi-purpose, opening them up to a wide amount of uses. if you forgive me, i dare say even the great lady herself could find some use to owning one.”
a small chuckle rose, but he squashed it to nothing more than a rumbling noise of content in the back of his throat at her question. his diary was extensive and almost filled the entire scroll device with saved files alone. a lot of information had been written over the years, and he had no qualms in offering honesty.
“i must admit in the infancy of this team i may have held a.. somewhat judgmental opinion of my fellow teammates, and my writing reflected as such. alas i was young and i’ve since kept it.. strictly professional.”
sorry for the radio silence!! but yeah, did about 4/6 drafts, got them all + some aesthetic posts in a queue. i did actually gain quite a few followers since i last checked, and i hit 100!! i dont really have the time to do any sort of bias list but THANK YOU for following!
anyway real talk for a moment.
i restart university shit on the 5th jan / properly begin my first assignment on the 27th. which means my activity will drop. like it’s been low now just because of the holidays but it’s gonna get less overall. even more so than last year because i’m actually taking an additional mathematics course (which is “““optional”““ in only difficulty) and i really, really suck at maths.
i am not going to let my inability to do mathematics be my downfall. not when i’m riding on getting a distinction (85%+) overall. so i will be studying my ass off. i simply cant accept anything less than a distinction.
my priority will always be my schooling, then my world of warcraft shit, then roleplaying.
what this means is i might be dropping a few threads, mostly on ana. but i’ll get back to that when i decide on something.
there is also a new ‘blog priority’, which goes ana > watts > fareeha, because i’m starting to gain a little traction in the new fandom and the threads are all reasonable short length that i can handle on the side with ana. fareeha’s current threads just require a lot more investment. i’ve not retired the blog, but it’s activity is entirely dependant on how much i get through on ana / watts.
you’re free to unfollow me because i wont be as active as i used to be, drop any threads we have going on, block me, whatever. this is just what’s gonna happen.
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watts can sing (baritone, of course) and he actually used to in several of the charity / social functions he attended in his youth. he doesn’t do it as often now, so he’s lacking in practice, but given a few moments to warm-up he could still do an admirable performance.
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♒ does it bother you that tyrian's slept with so many other people?
“no, and i don’t see why it should either.”