#(verse tbd).

[vvitchlings]

starter for : @princelings

this was nothing but a detour. no , she was not simply going to this place to make small talk with the prince. after all , they are both worlds apart. they could not be. how . . . unfortunate that she must be the one to ask him for his expertise. as if every other source for literature seemed to die out , falling away into the abyss. exiled , lost to the tides. if he were the last man on earth , she'd presume she would find other avenues. and yet . . . here she is now. truly unfortunate.

get it together , manon. he is a godsdamned king now. and yet , when they finally see each other again and she finds those sapphire eyes that she so adored in private , her troubles seemed to be so far away from view. their usual banter that escalated into deeper flirting . . it intrigued her , set her black heart aflame. it was such a feeling , to detest humans. such a complex feeling.

how he managed to ward off a many female . . . she could not fathom how. he was pretty. the prettiest human she --- a clearing of her throat. her face would steel itself , not to show too much emotion. witches do not have hearts therefore how could she now ? " hello , princeling. " if their obvious attraction was not dangerous enough , the terms of endearment surely would push them into their respective oblivions. " it would seem that i misplaced the book i borrowed , " not her first idea in coming here but it will do for now.

oh , who is she kidding ? she was far too old to be playing such small games of cat and mouse. he was the mouse , of course. perhaps she would be okay with it . . . if he were the mouse.

[risendeads-moved]

@ryuondaime : i was just resting my eyes. / i cannot show any weakness prompts , accepting !

it's so easy to adapt to the sleeplessness of kamurocho ; things were always bright , neon lights above and the reflections of them on the constantly wet streets , people shouted as people walk by them , constantly being given items and flyers , advertisements . you always had to be alert . kiryu and sheol always seemed to find each other , exhaustion being recognized but never addressed , finding something to do —- drinks , getting food , walking to find parks where no one was occupying or staring , whatever it may be . so when they decided , after sheol tried to skirt around the question without asking it outright , to meet in his apartment ( 'i'll cook , or something ,' is offered to put seal the deal ) , they were excited for something easy , no prying eyes , no worrying about shadowy figures .

couple of hours into conversation , things got quiet , naturally , as the hours extended past midnight , into early morning . sheol excused themself to rinse dishes that they insisted on washing , drying them , setting them on the counter as looking through his cupboards felt too much like an invasion of his privacy . when they turned towards the living room , they saw kiryu was ... undeniably asleep . sunken into the pillows and head tilted downwards , even breathing . they almost felt bad when reentering , keeping footfalls silent as they pick up their phone off of the coffee table , sitting on the floor in front of the table as to not disrupt him , checking work emails way after hours —- never admitting to their exhaustion . when he stirs , they raise their brow , " morning , " sheol says , with a humour to it , with gaze flicking from the screen to him . " i can leave , i —- i —- if you're tired . "

'i was just resting my eyes .'

" mm , " they hum quietly , trying and failing not to snicker , very clearly not believing it . sheol props their elbow on the wood , head resting on their open palm , " well , i'm t —- ti —- tired , so ... " a lie they don't mind telling . they know kiryu doesn't want to admit to it , admit to his exhaustion . a shared trait . " i , i —- i packed up the leftovers . they're yours and in th —- th —- the fridge . "

[lupaeusarc]

𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘋𝘊𝘙𝘒𝘕𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌𝘋 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘙 !

—  ❝  𝗕𝗘𝗧  𝗬𝗢𝗨  𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧  𝗜'𝗗  𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥  𝗗𝗢  𝗜𝗧  .  .  .  thought  it'd  go  over  my  head  .  ❞ @sinkingdcrkness

[wordscanburnarchive]

♡ :  //    @guiltspelled​

‘                Wait he said   WHAT   ?                 ’                    she asks ,  her voice  r i s i n g  as she immediately sits up from her previously  slouched  position on the couch .  The glass of wine in her hand almost  spilling  with the sudden movement as she turns her full attention to the other woman .

[rosewit-blog]

❝   look’it  you ,   tall  ,  red ,   n’handsome .   ❞            infamous  name     ,  infamous  gun .          he  crawls  the  underworld  ,       claims  it  as  his  own .               (  mmm .  jackpot .  )                   ❝   m’stayin’  outta  trouble .     promise .   ❞              //       @deathrisen

[psychobait]

 brow     raised     &     lips     curving     into     a     small     grin     .     ❛     i     tought     aria      might     have     needed     a    coffee     break     .     but     since     she     isn't     here     ,      are     you     free    ?     ❜

 @forgottenmontgomery     ♡’d     .

[risendeads-moved]

@meteorea : ∗ 44﹕ sender aggressively shoves past receiver . / 100 non - verbal prompts , accepting !

sheol couldn't count the number of people that've pushed past them tonight . they just know it's far too many . fine , they get it . they're small , voice often times meeker than their expression showcases , they're selling a service that nobody truly requires ( or wants ) anymore . but they don't have to like it . maybe they should go back to peddling their abilities as a side - show trick at the gold saucer instead of trying to find someone needing waves upon waves of monsters sent at them for ... whatever reason , sheol didn't question it . alternatively , they could go back to summoning hoards and offering information at tip boards . the distinct lack of people biting for their information didn't give them hope that it'd work , though . they just wanted gil . and badly . another person shoves past them right as they open their mouth to speak , wave of annoyance and disappointment washes over them . okay , maybe that's a sign to move from sector 8 .

so , as they pass someone on their way out of the area and feel the particularly harsh bump of his shoulder against theirs , sheol shoots a glare at the back of his head . they hesitate for a brief moment , but frustration gains the better part of their judgment .

" hey ! " they shout , pausing briefly : should they ? yeah , full send it , sheol ! a step towards the blonde , lips tug into a straight line . scrutinizing eyes didn't miss the sword on his back , but pre - occupied brain skipped over taking it into consideration . " watch wh —- wh —- where you're going next time . that almost felt in —- int —- intentional , jerk . "

[risendeads-moved]

@loveheir : “  well.  there goes my favorite shirt.  ” [ from hilda! / injury prompts , accepting !

very few things get a reaction out of the summoner . having seen death , injuries —- generally the worst things humanity can offer , but a comment made like this in passing ... gives them pause . " that ... is the , th —- the least of your worries , " sheol states dryly , but quickly : hilda , someone who's reputation was more familiar to them than her , just tanked a heavy fall and seemed to have taken a hit from some nasty poison laced blade . shirt was ripped at the seam , further torn open by sheol , to inspect the damage . a sigh through their nose , less worried than it was annoyed . " even if i sewed it back up , it's —- it's —- it's drenched in blood . " and even then , their needles and threads are for flesh , not fabric .

hands move , fingers tacky and stained red , to her back to guide her to lay on her ( slightly less bruised ) side . the white magic that they knew was limited , quite frankly . and hilda needs more than what sheol could offer in that department . " just breathe for a , a , a moment , " they mutter as an instruction as they turn to rifle through a cabinet full of elixirs and makeshift 'potions' , if one could call them that . an antidote was plucked from a shelf , offered to the future duchess blindly behind them as their other hand digs around , " drink this . it tastes like candy , " a lie . it probably tastes awful .