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@lichtwald ❥

        The night was anything but silent as he leans against the wall, looking out from the mouth of an alleyway across from Hunter’s Moon. The noises around him sounded unnatural with the humans metal tin-cans moving along the streets, it made Kieran wonder how the other Faerie got used to such noises, or maybe they didn’t & just spent most of their time ignoring the way the wheels moved over the unforgiving ground.

          The shadows seem to cling loosely at his cloak, turning the pure whiteness of it into grayish undertones. HIs hair brightens in the streetlights, light blue hues that slowly turn white like the calm waves of the ocean glints in the light. His mis-matched eyes takes in the building tension & joy rolling out from the club that tasted bittersweet upon his lips.

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@aprilmillerphd

       Before April could reach Magnus’ door, he raises his hand & with the flick of his wrist & a snap the door opens before she could reach for the knob. A grin curves over his lips as his dark eyes brighten. ❝ Sweet April! ❞ His voice rings out happily in greeting, looking over to her from his seat, not rising but the expression on his face was very welcoming.

        ❝ Come Join me, it’s not every day my favourite dark dabbler comes for a visit. ❞ They both knew she was the only practitioner of the dark arts Magnus liked, the word dabbler coming out more as a playful tease because of that fact.

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@edomson ❥

        After speaking with Mark, Kieran felt restless, needing to take a walk before he snuck back into faerie. His unruly hair was the deepest of blue it was practically black, making a point even as he walked to avoid most of the humans on the street & sliding into an alleyway when he could. His nose crinkles as he walks, the smell of the city left much to be desired even as he took twists & turns, avoiding many humans in the process. He much preferred the beaches, something about how the waves moved soothed him. 

       Something sparks in his mis-matched eyes, the metallic of his silver eye brighten as his head tilts slightly to the side. Recognizing the Warlock was easy, he hadn’t expected to find the other in this city however. 

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@crownlaced ~ Cristina

        Kieran felt restless within the institute, wondering from room to room, spending what time he could in the library just to keep himself doing something. Preferably in faerie clothing, unfortunately human clothing was the only option here. Soon he found his way out of the institute, knowing full well he couldn’t open the door once he wanted to return. That he didn’t mind. 

        Wondering aimlessly at night through the grounds he found a nice perch in the tree, just closing his eyes & tipping his head back to breath in the nights air. It wasn’t the same, though nothing ever way in the human realm. 

       He stayed there awhile, letting himself drift until he heard a door to the institute, glancing towards it his eyes spark at the sight, shifting from his perch, he jumps down in one graceful motion, landing soundlessly in the leaves. ❝ Lady of Roses. ❞ He calls non-too-loudly in greeting, giving her a slight bow before leaning back into the tree, having no intention of going inside just yet. ❝ How do you fair this fine eve? ❞

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@owncreator ~ Mark

       The kitchen was quiet at the London Institute & Kieran was enjoying it, having planned coming in once the other’s had taken their leave. An untouched Sherlock Holmes book rested next to him on the table as his long fingers unwrap the sandwich one of the children of thorns had gotten him. His hair was a darkened purple-blue colour with black & white streaks lay messily atop his head.

        Glancing up towards a small shift Kieran notices from the corner of his eye, something in those mis-matched eyes spark, causing the metallic silver of one to brightens for the briefest of seconds. ❝ Mi-- ❞ He pauses, remembering his old lover’s request not to be called that, forgetting the flowery words that were going to spring from his lips. ❝ Mark. ❞ His voice rings out softly, calmly in greeting as he looks back to his sandwich, opening it only to pick up a piece of lettuce with a mysterious substance on it. Eyeing it he tilts his head, as if were going to suddenly move & take at bite out of his hand. It looks like salad dressing. Why-ever would put their substitute flavours on a sandwich? Humans...

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@itsnothotinhereitsme

      Blue eyes look over at the nights sky, flicking over the city below as he shifts on the roof, partly leaning against the thin barrier around it’s edge. He hadn’t announced himself, he doubted anyone knew he was here, but he waited anyway, calmly, sifting through his own private thoughts silently. Shoving his hands into his designer jeans, thumbs hooking through his belt loops as he lightly hums. 

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@fistsandcaffeine ❥’d

     Thoughtfully lifting his cup before taking a sip, Daken enjoys the freshness of the outside air, while sitting outside a small cafe. Raising his tea cup, he takes a slow soundless sip, his eyes half closing in his enjoyment. Only to blink & glance over when he felt someone’s eyes on him, his brow quirking up in the process.