#{c:j}

[maneo-dal]

foxtrot uniform charlie kilo

@maneoxjsong​

Dal always felt a tad nervous every time he met up with J. Not because he was an anxious person by nature, because he wasn’t. Nor was he afraid of the meet-ups. In fact, he looked forward to these hangouts. Probably more than he should but that couldn’t be helped. And so, he sat there in his apartment, chewing on his bottom lip, fingers twirling a tightly rolled blunt and staring at his television, not even really watching some drama that played out across the screen. His mind was too preoccupied at this point, playing out the myriad of ways this evening could play out.

The only thing to jar him out of his haze was the violent buzz of his phone on the coffee table ahead of him. His gaze slowly floating to the illuminated screen letting him know he had a new message from his mom. He ignored it, instead unlocking his phone to send off a quick text to J. I just got back home. Doors open, you know the code, it read before he hit the send button and tossed the phone back onto the coffee table. 

Rising to his feet, he slipped into his bedroom and changed out of his fresh clothes, smelling like his floral shower gel and decided on a different outfit. It didn’t seem natural for him to be lounging about in his jeans and a shirt. No, he’d opt for a pair of gray sweatpants, a name brand he didn’t care to memorize and a white tee that was actually the right size, unlike most of his oversized tees. He shirked off his socks as well and laid back on his bed to wait for the sound of the passcode being entered.

[maneo-marc]

expanse of canvas

@maneoxjsong​

There wasn’t much in the world that Marc enjoyed to do that were within the realm of conventionally acceptable. Somehow, torturing and killing humans is a taboo activity even for most supernatural beings and often meant he never got to openly express himself in such a way. However, the one thing he did enjoy, the only other thing he was particularly masterful at was painting. And thankfully, today, after weeks of stressful travel by boat and carriage, he finally was getting to break out the fresh canvas and do just that. He was also pretty grateful to have a willing subject for today’s painting session.

Once he was sure the canvas was drawn taught enough across it’s wooden frame and the particular material he was using for his portrait today was already warmed up and ready to go. With a wide and welcoming smile, he clapped his hands and shrugged into his smock as he began to address the young man he met in the hallway just yesterday who agreed to his subject for this. “I’m so very happy you could make it today,” Marc said, eyes working over the younger’s appearance before tilting his head fondly. “Yes, yes, this will do. I’ll preface by saying that while I work relatively fast, you could still be in one position for hours. So, I suggest you let me know if you begin to cramp up or if you’re starting to get uncomfortable. You’ll need to take a break then. Just know though, once you come back from the break, the harder it is to maintain that previous position for the length of the first chunk of time.” 

A playful nose scrunch followed his words before he clapped his hands together and stepped closer to his willing subject. “Do you need anything before we start?”

[lethalxrose-blog]

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❝What the devil are you wearing Cecily? I'm quite sorry but as your parabatai, it is my job to make sure that you are fashionably sound. I m most certainly not, allowing you to go out looking like that. You'll ruin my already ruined reputation.❞

[lethalxrose-blog]

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     The orchestra had never played lovelier. The event had been in full swing long before Jessie and her husband Nathaniel had even arrived, and although he acted like the perfect escort, with his arm supporting Jessamine's, she knew very well that his attentions were elsewhere.

    Although he had been the one to suggest that they attend Benedict Lightwood's all species masquerade to begin with, he seemed oddly detached, distracted, and fairly unexcited. The half angel spares a glance upwards at him through the pretty adorned mask she'd donned for the party.

     Silvery in colour paired with glittering golden accents, adding more charm to already rose-delicate features, her gown was form fitting, a little more revealing compared to the ones she usually wore out, sleeveless and pure white, thinning out just enough at the skirts to easily guess the shape of {l o n g} slender legs.

   Atop her head, a crown of white flowers, that only seemed to make the sunshine of her hair far more heavenly. She had done her very best to look like an acquired treasure, but her coveteer hadn't uttered so much as a compliment.

  ❝You will at least, offer me a dance?❞ The gentle question is almost lost to the sound of the beautifully played instruments as Nathaniel draws them to a halt, and finally catches sight of Jessamine's pouting pink lips, the corners of her mouth turned down.

    She can see the disinterest in Nate's eyes even through the pitch black of his own mask--it is something she's always noticed, but vehemently denied herself to realize. The man lets out a sigh that cannot be mistaken for anything but bothered.--Jessie imagines it to be disappointment.

 ❝I've told you before Jessie, love,❞ He begins, a large palm cups her cheek, thumb stroking along the soft skin as a seemingly apologetic smile crosses his features. 

❝Tonight isn't, unfortunately, all fun and games. I've got business to discuss with Mr.Lightwood --only after that's been taken care of, that I'll be able to carry on the night with you. I promise that once I'm finished I'll come find you.❞

                    It is before she can protest, that he bestows upon Jessie's mouth,      a chaste kiss and departs from her side into the crowd of monsters and men.

      ❝Nathaniel! What on earth am I meant to do while you--!❞ It's far too late for her to be heard, for he's already been swallowed up by the sea of bodies.

               Crossing her arms over her chest, Jessamine Gray, lets out an irritated huff, glancing about and praying, that no one had witnessed that dreadfully embarrassing phenomenon. As if she isn't unlucky enough, her pair of browns meet the eyes of another masked man within the swarm. Scoffing in the back of her throat, and doing her best to retain an eye roll, breaks their met gazes and looks the other way.