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[ehlane]

@roll4fate / continued from.

elain’s mouth is poised open, as if more silly scolding is going to come his way for baring his teeth at her; she knew there was no real threat, hence her playful retort, but now he’s played a card she’s not quite sure how to handle. pulling her hand back from where it had been outstretched, the elf crosses her arms over her chest, a furrow forming between her eyebrows. “that’s not fair at all.” although attempting to be firm, the soft-hearted sorcerer barely lasts a few seconds before she crumbles. “okay, fine – you win.” there’s no real hint of bitterness in her theatrical response, not even as a hand vanishes into her bag to retrieve the food that had sparked this turn of events. (truthfully, she would have shared with him anyway, but playing a game at least brightened up their days.)

[necrofntasia]

light contracts and splits into fragile prisms, before reforming then shattering again. a lofty balance can be found but never truly grasped, and perhaps that was simply the way of the in-between. here and there. nowhere. the outside world always did have a distinct smell to it, and that smell clung onto him just as it did any other human. but he’s no human now, is he? she never strikes fast, though she is quick to catch on. there is a peel of static, a certain sound, clattering from somewhere else, and before long the gap splits open. 

❝  you’ve caused quite the ruckus, you know.  ❞  hands slip upon another, folded just beneath her chin. she smiles, knowingly, a brush of reality breaks where she floats just above him. death marked this one quite well.   ❝  whether intentionally or not. ❞

♡  @miburoni​

[jotunheimking]

one moment, loki had been atop the frozen throne of jotunheim wondering what to do next, and the next moment they'd been seated on a bench in a park. that had been a week ago, though, and they've since found they're in america's capital city. if nothing else, the god is glad to be entertained by all this. a bored loki was never a safe thing, for themself or anyone around them. but they suppose it's time to go back; they can reasonably shirk their duties and responsibilities for only so long. uncaring of the others passing them by on the street, they say, "elsewhere."  but the expected feeling of magic doesn't wash over them and upon opening their eyes, they find they're in the same spot on the sidewalk they'd been in. "huh," loki says, looking down at their hands as if they hold the answer, "that should have worked." turning to the nearest person to them, the god asks, "why do you reckon that didn't work?"

[thundrslept-blog]

@fukenzena asked:     zenitsu... let’s fight. you and me. a friendly spar.

        ‘     eh - heh.      ’

                      he’s blushing.     cheeks flamed right up to his ears at the attention,    while a hand     -     roughened with extensive training     (    the only few things left now of jii-chan    )    -     scratches at the back of his head in an embarrassed sort of gesture.     zenitsu knows he is what’s left to embody the power of lightning and thunder,      but like this,     it’s easy to feel instead like he’s a flower preening at even the slight ray of sun the clouds wanted to give.     that is,    if a flower also comes with two legs that are trembling badly.      

             (      one part of his brain goes :      YOU’RE LUCKY !!!!     YOU’RE SO LUCKY  !!!!!     A BEAUTIFUL GIRL IS ASKING TO FIGHT WITH YOU !!!!!!!    THAT’S AN ACTUAL FEMALE SPECIES WHO IS SPEAKING AND WANTING TO ENGAGE IN AN ACTIVITY THAT REQUIRES A LOT OF PHYSICAL CONTACTS !!!!!!!    AAAAAAAAHHHHH—       while another part goes:      get out.    get out of here right now.     there is no way in absolute hell YOU WILL SURVIVE ANY SORT OF FIGHT WITH A DEMON  !!!!!     THIS IS SCARY,   SCARY,   SO SCARY    !!!!!!     YOU DON’T WANT TO DIEEEEEEE—      )

       ‘       o-o-oh,    yukako-chan,    eh-he -heh.      if you insist.      ’

                         the blush is still present,    but,    as if it wasn’t bad before,    his two pair of legs tremble some more.

     random asks.

[antcnivs-blog]

se adentra en habitación ajena sin pedir permiso alguno, sin anunciarse hasta que sus pies habían cruzado la línea de la puerta. “¡soy yo! si están desnudos tápense.” bromea, aprovecha para ingresar con confianza, ya que dos de sus amigos más cercanos duermen en aquella habitación que se encuentra justamente frente a la propia. “tengo cerveza, y gianna está molesta, así que hoy dormiré aquí.” porque, por mucho que le costara decirlo, a veces simplemente necesitaba estar rodeada de gente que apreciaba, bruno y franco siendo de aquellas pocas con las que podía contar en la universidad. toma asiento en una de las camas, ya incluso con sus pijamas puestos, dispuesta a cumplir con lo dicho. @dolcebruno.

[markedpi-blog]

@vmpyrtm /

           the  lightest  of  smirks  graced  the  investigator’s  lips  followed  by  a  tilt  of  her  head  as  she  watched  him.  ‘  you  sure  you  wanna  help  ?  you  don’t  have  a  one  night  stand  waiting  for  you  in  the  bedroom  ?  ’  vicki’s  gaze  moved  to  the  bright  red  laced  bra,  finger  pointing  to  where  it  had  been  haphazardly  discarded  on  the  floor.  ‘  i  can  handle  a  dead  body  alone  if  you  want  to  ..  you  know,  continue.  ’

[ehlane]

she hadn’t meant to approach him so shamelessly, but it seemed @brathaidh had his own gravitational pull, even at this party that was full of guests from other courts. he had been lurking in the corner, as typical of the spymaster, when elain had decided she was far too bored being the wallflower. nesta had tried to get her to join she and feyre on the dancefloor – elain declining, preferring to watch her sisters mend their relationship and radiate joy from where they twirled in the center. but now, she felt that itch to dance, and something in this decision making had lead her to standing in front of azriel, doe eyes wide and hopeful.

her optimism was misplaced.

“you need to stay away from me.” the illyrian murmured, expression stoic and words clipped. the rejection washed over her with the heat of embarrassment, cheeks flaming with a blush unlike the sweeter kind he’d evoked during their moments of flirting weeks prior. she would have turned and left without a word, letting the shame decay her hope, but her ever-observational eyes caught his own gaze flickering to rhysand.

elain paused, mid-step, as she considered the weight in that look.

twisting back to azriel, the tulle of her lavender dress sashaying around her hips, she felt a spark of defiance. anger, too, at the hot and cold way the holder of her heart had been treating her. “you know, i’ve grown quite weary of people telling me what i can and cannot do,” the seer snipped, straightening her shoulders and pointing her chin from its usual downturn. “i think i should give some orders for once, and you—” she offers a hand as her tone accentuates. “—are going to dance with me. now.”

a heaviness falls between them as they both chance a look at her outstretched hand. an offering, but perhaps not a peaceful one. and she makes that clear by adding a challenge: “i can’t promise i wont step on your toes.” deliberately.