#aclytes

[htsdfferent]

"i can tell you're pissed." / to cordelia

@decimatlas !

half empty bottle of dom perignon hangs from her fingers. bare feet kick against scattered papers on her floor. she’s fairly certain she heard her dress rip somewhere in the middle of her meltdown. hand is raked through her hair, fingers pull away the knots as she looks towards alexi. “whatever gave you that impression ?”

[htsdfferent]

@aclytes !

paperwork lays in neat piles on her desk, her pen scratches her signature onto a document before she’s moving placing the paper on the next pile. green eyes glance up when she hears her office door open. a friendly smile pulls against her lips. “oh, alexi, good.” pen cap is pulled from the backside of her pen and slotted back into place, as she places it on her desk. her roller chair moves with ease as she stands. “i’m glad you’re here. i was hoping i might be able to procure your skills for a few days.” palms press flat against her desk, her eyes study alexi’s for a moment, before her friendly smile is returning. “it’s a bit of a personal matter, so it’s best if this stays between us, of course.” 

[leftfair]

❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare .

@aclytes ur evil .

weathered lungs still ache from running. ( she thought she was done with this part -- she thought she was done with the capitol. ) now, she sits, her arms cuffed too tightly behind the chair. sweat pours from her forehead, her heart pounding so loud she can barely hear her surroundings. tempest opens her mouth, ready to scream and shout until her last breath -- only, she finds a cloth wrapped around her head, keeping her silent.

hands pull at her binds, soft -- scared -- whines past through the cloth. then, she hears his voice. a voice she has memorized, a voice that makes her freeze, a voice that will always hold onto her life. eyes blink the sweat, and tears that form around her eyes as she looks up. he looks the same as he always does. white hair, the smell of metal covered with roses. ( he thinks no one knows -- but she does. ) she tries to speak around the cloth, ready to use everything she knows about him to steal her way out of this. but, it all muffled together. new frustrated tears start to form in her eyes. ( she supposes she’s had longer than she deserved -- living when she’s taken other’s. she wonders how they could have changed this world. )

she expects him to say something -- to interrogate her, to scare her, to threaten her. he doesn’t. instead he turns, her head following his movements. ( how could she not notice the chair next to her ? how could she not notice alexi next to her -- in her same position. only [ . . . ] he hasn’t woken. ) fresh muffled screams slip around the cloth. her head shakes violently, as she tugs harder against her binds -- so hard she can feel skin tear, she thinks she may break her arm. then she sees it, the gun gleaming from the little light around them. now, her chair is wobbling from her tugs, ready to throw herself in the middle. she watches in horror as snow’s arm lifts, his focus intently on alexi. more muffled scream sound around her just before she hears the fire.

eyes flash open, a scream already escaping her lips. sweat pours on her face, her back, some glimmers off her chest. tempest violently shoves sheets off her body, as she scrambles to the head of her bed. arms wrap around her knees, trying to make herself as small as she can. more screams are ripped from her lungs, even as she recognizes the room she fell asleep in. but, she can’t stop. even when she hears the door open, and alexi’s voice. eyes close hard, as tears begin to pool. she jumps, a new scream pulling from her lips when she feels a hand against her shoulder. ‘ hey, shh. you’re okay.’ his voice is light, softly than she’s heard.

her head shakes, as a loud sob falls past her lips, both her hands cupping over her face. his hand vanishes from her shoulder. and for a moment, she hates it. the absence of grounding warmth to hold her here, alive, away from snow. another sob falls from her lips, though this one muffled by her palms. she wants to ask him to stay -- to beg if she has to. just as she starts to lower her hands, she feels a dip in her bed. then, arms wrap around her ; one around her back, one around her knees. he all but lifts her closer to him. tears and gasps of breath still leave her, as she does her best to focus on the tight embrace he’s offered. ( she’ll be sure to thank him later. )

[leftfair]

❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them.

@aclytes !

she’s been alone too long again -- the memories and flashbacks of her games torments her mind. the screams, the blasts, the drowning. she had stopped keeping track of the way the gamemakers had rigged each building after the second day. but, she was sure to keep track of every life she had to take : eleven. she had shot, slashed, or beaten eleven people -- eleven children -- for her own survival. ( was it really worth it ? )

brown eyes are focused on a small black thread against the wooden floor of her office. a house, too big for her. paid for in blood. ( it could never be her home. ) she hears the sound of the doorknob turn, the old door creaking open slowly. fingers tighten around the dagger placed under her thigh. ( she can never be too careful -- not with the way she lives. ) she listens to the solid footsteps entering the room. her eyes don’t have to see him to know it’s alexi.

her eyes don’t move, but her grip loosens slightly around her hilt, allowing blood to flow to her fingers once more. she can see him pause out of the corner of her eyes -- as if he’s processing her mood before proceeding any further. after a few moments, she sees him -- hears him -- move again. coming closer to her. he leans back against her desk’s edge, her legs barely moving where she sits. “i thought you’d left, already.” her eyes never shift their focus from the thread, her words sound hollow -- even to herself.

[old-knightinsourarmor]

@aclytes asked:

[ lime ]  describe yourself as a character / mix of characters you've always related to the most.

🐝  *  ―  𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑾.

[ lime ]  describe yourself as a character / mix of characters you've always related to the most.

Kousaka Reina. She's the fictional character I've related with the most. And the reason I've taken her first name for my pen name, and I often use her for my faceclaim. She's 90% me, and many times in the anime ( Hibike! Euphonium ), I've felt as if I've been in her place many times before.

The way she's distant / cold, yet warms up to those she cares for. The way she's ambitious but is emotional at the same time, and struggling with herself because of that. I can't describe it properly, but she's ME in many ways. Even in hairstyle, behavior, sense of style, habits, zodiac etc.

Other characters I relate with is Katsuki ( second after Reina ), Shoto, Levi ( how do I even dare to bring up his name? ), Licht, and Chisato.