#( flashback. )

[lost-jackie]

Hate.

Hate is truly a funny thing for a being like me.

I am made of hate and agony and rage.

I hate this idiotic world.

I hate these flesh bags and their stupid morals.

To hard to corrupt.

too weak bodies to take over.

Why did that blue Baffon have to to take the first viable body all those years ago there were better options but what can I say I mean look at this damn situation I am in huh?

These flesh’s bags are pathetic but.

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I have found a viable body.

[larakaplzn]

@nicholasaldridge — no cinema paradiso, antes das revelações.

Almas gêmeas, reencarnações, uma maldição secular assombrando a cidade… Que baboseira. Era até impressionante para Lara como uma cidade tão parada no tempo fosse tão criativa na hora de justificar os seus problemas, ao invés de vasculharem diretamente em suas atitudes. Mas ninguém gostava de se colocar na posição de fazer uma autocrítica, muito menos em Khadel; não, deveria ser muito mais fácil simplesmente jogar a culpa de todas as expectativas falhas e comportamentos errôneos em uma mulher cem anos atrás. Se Rose Von Bleicken soubesse o que ainda inventavam sobre ela… E, ainda por cima, aquela história de que a nova moradora era uma grande salvadora de todos — além da pressão gigante sobre a curiosidade dos moradores, até um apelido Babette já havia ganhado naquela altura. Pelo jeito, ninguém ali dormia em serviço. Felizmente, Lara estava certa de que existia uma outra pessoa por ali, com quem conseguiria conversar abertamente sobre os absurdos que estavam vivenciando: seu melhor amigo. Melhor ainda, ao arrastá-lo para uma sessão de clássicos do terror no Cinema Paradiso. “Eu não sei você, mas essa insistência de que somos amaldiçoados tá me deixando maluca. Até parece que contos de fadas existem. Parece conversa de bêbado.” revirou os olhos, pegando os ingressos de ambos para a sessão de Black Christmas, que se iniciaria em vinte e cinco minutos. “Se bem que… Me paga uma pipoca, vai. Aí eu me apaixono pelo seu cavalheirismo e quebramos a maldição.”

@khdpontos

[argentzs]

@sorrentinosmuse — fb, feira dos sentidos.

Uma atividade envolvendo música era a cara de Dante. No instante em que a descobriu, não tardou até resolver que deveria ir até lá e experimentar o estande que estivesse disponível. Entretanto, não tardou a descobrir que precisava de uma dupla para realizar a atividade e suspirou em desânimo. Pensou uma, duas vezes, e abriu as mensagens de seu celular para mandar a uma pessoa que certamente concordaria com aquela empreitada - até escutar o som da voz extremamente familiar no mesmo cômodo, e se dar conta de que Helena já estava lá. Não se surpreendia com a sintonia de comportamentos, ainda que não deixasse de achar graça dessa conexão. Ela sempre havia sido uma das pessoas que o compreendia em maior intensidade em toda a sua vida, e compartilhar alguns minutos de amor à música com ela seria o momento mais agradável de sua tarde, sem dúvidas. Então, andou na direção onde ela estava com um sorriso gentil em seus lábios. “Vai acreditar se falar que ia te chamar pra vir aqui?” iniciou, não evitando deixar uma risada escapar. “Se te conhecesse menos, começaria a achar que desenvolveu a habilidade de ler mentes esse ano.” mas, que a verdade fosse dita, era uma impressão que possuía de muitos anos. Poderiam não ser almas gêmea, mas não havia como sua conexão não vir das vidas passadas - seja lá quem houvessem sido. “Me aceita como sua dupla? Ou preciso entrar na fila?” o rapaz acrescentou em brincadeira.

@khdpontos

[liriennoctis]

Person: @casimirnoctis Location: It's the Harmonium notes: it's a flashback! He's waited a long time for this day. The day he'd learned that the queen had a son who wouldn't be so far off in age from himself, Lirien had debated fleeing the Harmonium to find him himself. But he'd been a boy of only thirteen then, it felt like a lifetime ago and to an extent, he'd wanted to have a bit more footing before he ventured out to meet his family. It was a belated graduation present to himself to request Casimir Noctis attend to see him perform for a workshop. It was something simple, he'd simply provided ambience via piano, he was helping out someone else for the most part, but most importantly it was a peek into his life. A life he wanted to share with his family, his actual family. That didn't mean he didn't pace for a good ten minutes beforehand following by at least five minutes of hovering before he'd left to go mingle at the gathering of artists and guests in the concert hall. The strangest part, is that he knows the man before he even comes upon him talking to someone else and it gives him a moment to really see him. They had the same dark curls, the same eyes, similarities in the slope of their noses, or at least he thought so from what he knew about how he himself looked, and Lirien swallows the urge to close the distance between them enthusiastically. But he waits until the person who had Casimir's attention steps away before he approaches and it actually takes everything in him to remain calm. "I was hoping you'd show up." The smile he offers his cousin is different from the dazzling grin he'd throw towards the masses, it's genuine and it's soft as he extends a hand. "Lirien Noctis, I believe we have a few decades worth of family drama to discuss."

[softbirbmlem]

flashback.

[fyrenxsolon]

starter for @freydis-freydat.

where: medic tents

when: flashback to fall of aventia

note: shield maidens in the house

Fyren had been within the tent, medicating wounded pride along with whatever physical injuries his polymorph had sustained when they'd brought the shieldmaiden within. There seemed to be plenty of fuss, mostly from the warrior, assuring she was fine despite the way she winced with every breath. A split lip showed any visible injury to the Crinth, but their body had taken quite a hit, mottled glints of purple and yellow already forming beneath their clothing. Fyren had abandoned the heavy armor, strewn next to the cot they'd been allotted, and they listened intently, eavesdropping on many conversations between medic and medic, and medic and patient.

Many were not humble, if they were coherent enough to be treated, and Fyren often found that the ones who did not protest healing were those that often were brought in unconscious. When the shieldmaiden had been appointed to the empty cot beside them, Fyren tried not to sport a smile, though he nodded as the other made herself comfortable; it'd been a quick assessment that clearly warranted her the same fate as Fyren. Some scope of bedrest until the healer had time to mend sprained ribs and broken bones.

The dragon, despite any injuries sustained in this weaker form, nodded in greeting, as though it was a must they chat as cot neighbors. "The battle may not rest but it is imperative that you try," he'd noted the way she had dared, almost immediately, to dash off onto the battlefield once again, "May your hand be ungentle towards all those in opposition of us, shieldmaiden." Fyren tried to sit upwards, a small wince noted as they held their hand, balled in a loose fist, over their chest under their decree.

[casimirnoctis]

starter for @vuldak-juneau.

where: somewhere near the iskaran borders

when: 2-3 years ago? don't make me do MATH

note: what we talked about xoxo

Casimir had been contacted to help Ivar; many thieves ran along the continent of Taravell and it seemed unavoidable that each would not run into each other at a time or two. He couldn't say he knew the man farther than any obligation for a thief aiding another thief but regret soon became paramount as Ivar's ireful tangents filled the late evening. A thief with an unchecked temper? It gave Casimir the ick and the dhampir merely sat quietly as angry footsteps exited Ivar's tent and stalked off wherever. Meeker footsteps came minutes later, those that attempted to conceal and hide as though shamed and embarrassed.

The dhampir turned, he cared little for whatever hiccups Ivar had with his stowaway - or thief in training - but it was started to trickle onto the quest and Casimir grew tired of it. "If you're all packed, we could probably leave him out in the woods to finish this ourselves," they were almost back to the agreed upon point, treasures had been stolen for their gain and the border of Iskaldrik was only a few short sunsets away. A dhampir had never been known for their outstanding breadth of humor, but that sentiment was the closest he could get.

Ivar seemed long out of ear shot and they'd likely not see the mess of a thief until morning; Casimir could not wait for this to be over and the only reason he'd not cut out early was because one could not simply trust another thief to see their end of the deal through. "You know, I noticed that dreamweaver ring was missing from the parcel." Something not accounted for by the bumbling rage-incensed man, but Casimir had noted it's disappearance after they'd raided the place four nights prior. "You should feel delighted that it slipped past your talented friend," now that was a blatant dig, paired with a sharp smile.