#absqxatulate

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▸ @absqxatulate​ || starter call ( accepting )

|| 紅 || :: “ arghhhhhh --- !! STUPID STUPID STUPID --- !! ” it was - rare - for the female hacker to be letting out her ( frustration ) like this in public, but seeing as she was - alone - on the BENCH in the middle of the night, she allowed her emotions to get the best of her and YELLING into the - dead silence - of the air that was already passed midnight. she was pulling a ALL-NIGHTER trying to ( finish ) this work when a anonymous hacker broke through the - security system - and destroyed her plan to finish it within tonight. with the ( quiet ) atmosphere, her voice ECHOED down the street only to look up and saw that she wasn’t ( alone ) like she had assumed. shit.

                 “ --- sorry about that ... i didn’t think anyone would be up or out at this time of the night. ” her apology was sincere. did she - wake him up - by that SCREAM she let out earlier ? though, the FIRST THING that caught her eyes was the person’s glasses. - cool - and rather flashy, but that’s beside the point for now. “ ... do you live around here ? did i wake you up with that scream ? if i did, i’m sorry. lack of coffee and sleep are getting to me. ”

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     --- @absqxatulate

   The park was a chance for the count to relax. Laid flat on a picnic blanket, the man had his eyes closed. His clothing was a colorful cloth, decorated with flowers. All around him, butterflies had fluttered close and were harassing him.

   To most people, he was just covered in various butterflies, but to the count, he could hear all of them asking him various questions. Really, he wanted some peace and quiet, hence why he was laying in the sun, but he had just lost all of that time to them harassing him.

     Under his breath, he mumbles at them with his eyebrows knitted together.

             “ Must you do this while I’m relaxing? “

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Fear of Being Found // Tehra x Artemas

@absqxatulate - “wandering alone at night “

It was always intended to be a normal night of hunting - she’d been in town a few days and she’d gotten her bearings. A few vampires had been hunted and slain, but she had yet to find any threads that would lead to something bigger. That was good news. If this town was mostly small, disparate groups they’d be dealt with much more easily. 

But something had felt wrong in the air that night. It was too still, too quiet in the usual places. It made the seasoned huntress suspicious. Usually there was some action - especially on a Saturday evening. There was so many people bustling about that prey was easy to find. But there was nothing.

Tehra changed her course, her senses telling her to go to a different part of the city, one where she knew a poor, but very full, hospital was situated. Occasionally she got these gut instincts, and Tehra had learned not to question them. She simply followed them.

She knew something was wrong before she reached the door - the power seemed to be completely out in the building and there were small groups of people huddled together inside the parking lot or trying to force their way into the vehicles of those that could drive. In the confusion, it seemed no one noticed the huntress which was a good thing. She could only succeed if the locals didn’t catch her saving them. 

The automatic doors opened easily, giving view to the dead security guards and receptionist just within. She’d grown used to the sight of innocent bodies by now, but these struck something in her. They were the most blameless of victims and the most sinister of murderers. 

The huntress picked up her pace, weapons drawn as the ran through the halls. Emergency lights silently blinked, illuminating the path of devastation before her. Each room she passed had been forced open, metal and door frame buckled from the hands of the vampire that had torn it apart. Rage had already begun to build inside of her, but it was being a more powerful force with every step.

Tehra quickened her pace again as she ran through the hallway - every room on this one had been broken into. Eyes landed upon the stairwell. That would be the only way to climb... to track down the coven that had committed this unforgivable sin.

[favoritefadedfantasies]

what’s a weird headcanon you have for each of your muses?

That’s a fun one!

Rynn

Rynn is surprisingly domestic and surprisingly bad at it. While she’s all travel and fire and adventure and passion, she does like to attempt to be a homemaker every now and then. Unfortunately, while her heart may be in the right place, her skills often aren’t. She is well practiced in flirtation, seduction, battle, diplomacy, and possesses a tongue as sharp as her blades - but hand her anything more complicated then very basic cooking and you should resign yourself to ordering takeout. She wants to be able to provide a sense of normalcy with a home cooked meal to those she cares about now and then, but she just isn’t very good at it. 

Tehra

While a certified badass in most respects of the word, Tehra actually really loves girly, soft things. Her town house is neatly kept, but full of fluffy blankets, feminine decor, and pieces that may seem more at home in the room of a teenager than the apartment of a skilled hunter. After a particularly taxing evening, Tehra loves nothing more than to come home, change out of her bloodied gear, shower off, and wrap herself up in a soft faux fur blanket she probably paid too much for. 

Eve

Eve very much puts on a persona of being a lone wolf capable of handling everything on her own, but she longs for companionship. Any chance she gets to travel with others she will take, if she feels she can trust them. The explorer is not fond of isolation for a multitude of reasons, but the largest is she simply loves conversation and learning about others. Eve has a habit of inviting locals to join her on her quests if she believes she can keep them safe and that they can be trusted. She is also a very generous tipper. 

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