#aeipathcy

[angelicassassinations]

favorite word?

That's hard...

I'm tempted to say something kinda funny like Poptropica or Squiggly but, I have to say Aeipathy. It's a enduring and consuming passion. I just really love the word, both how it's said, and what it means.

[akirathief]

@aeipathcy​ started following.

Atkinson-san, hm...? He’s seen her around the school. They’re fellow classmates, after all, but he’s hardly ever had the reason to interact with the other. And given the little he has heard about her and the plenty of rumors that have been tacked onto his own name that are UNDOUBTEDLY still in circulation, perhaps that’s for the better.

So can he really be blamed for the slight surprise Akira has upon seeing the other approach? A glance in the classmate’s direction, and he pauses before he speaks.

“ Sorry, did you say something? ”

[kingspuppet-a]

@aeipathcy​ || ♟️

          “You are terrible at this.” There’s no trace of sympathy in his voice as he walks up to the scoreboard to retrieve the darts. He plucks them from where they are barely hanging to walk back towards the throwing line. Morgana could throw the damn darts better and he didn’t even have thumbs! They would never properly finish a round of 701 at this rate.

          He extends his gloved hand out to give her back the darts. There’s a mocking edge to his tone when he speaks again, “try to hit the board this time. You’re embarrassing me.”

[eoniens]

Runs at (my muse) at full speed to tackle them to the ground. "You're finally back! I was wondering if I'd have to reheat your dinner, haha!" [Aliisa to Matthias]

When a girl comes running at full speed at Matthias, there is really only one course of action to take. And that is to, with smooth timing, catch this mentioned girl, so she does not get in harm’s way. And so, Matthias had done exactly that– catching the girl before losing his balance, and falling onto the ground gracefully on his back. He made sure that during the fall, the girl would not be impacted and was secured in his arms, thus breaking the fall for the girl. Of course, he didn’t mind taking the brunt of the fall as he was quite fond of the girl.

If it was any other girl, he would be peeved at best.

However, it was Aliisa– he couldn’t be mad at her if he tried.

“You’re finally back! I was wondering if I’d have to reheat your dinner, haha!”

There are not many people who can be their cheerful and giddy selves around Matthias. So being friends with Aliisa was stimulating for him. He couldn’t help but break his normal brooding expression, with a small chuckle. He visibly couldn’t help it– her enthusiasm and zest for seeing him warmed him. He never met anyone of the likes of her. 

“Don’t worry about it… We can reheat it together,” he said, sitting up, and gently bringing her upwards. He hadn’t realized the pure intimacy of their position- essentially, Aliisa was propped onto his lap, and here he was, not even fazed (or perhaps just oblivious of the implications).

[spookyspiritkxng]

@aeipathcy

 It wasn’t personal. 

Azazel repeated that like a mantra within his head. It wasn’t personal, it never was. But that didn’t stop the slight twinge of guilt he felt every time he or one of his servants was sent to fetch another wandering soul. God, if he could just aimlessly wander Assiah, he would too. Especially knowing what Gehenna is like first hand. But he knew what his father was like. And he knew that if his father pointed out a soul in need of collection and he failed to collect. Well, there would be hell to pay, to say the least. 

And so, as he approached the faint feeling of a spirit nearby he thought to himself one more time. 

“It’s nothing personal.” 

Now. Where was that soul hiding?

[strongwilledsoul]

@aeipathcy || Starter for Lian

Reece had to give himself a little pat on the back for having the idea to come to the pier for his date with Lian. From where he stood just off the boardwalk, the smell of freshly cooked food wafted on the sea breeze from the various stalls that had opened for the first day of business. Lunch was definitely gonna be a treat. There were also some neat game booths and a few talented buskers, singing and playing instruments a bit further down.

The early spring weather was still cool, and had seemingly helped to curb the foot traffic. Here and there people milled about, but it was hardly busy. There were just enough people to justify the businesses being opened, but not so many that it would be impossible for two people to have a private and intimate conversation.

Reece pulled his jacket tighter against himself and stuffed his hands into its pockets. His fingers closed around a small box containing a gift he'd had to jump through dozens of jewelry shops to find.

He was as ready as he was ever gonna be.

Now all he needed was Lian. His eyes scanned the crowd until the familiar glimpse of blond hair and bright soul caught his eyes. Reece would recognize it anywhere. Something in him felt lighter as soon as their eyes met, and he couldn't help the smile dancing at the corner of his lips.

"Lian!" He called as he jogged up to his partner. Immediately, the nephilim swept him up in a quick hug. "I'm happy to see you!" he chimed, close to Lian's ear before he pulled back from the hug.

"I've been looking forward to this all week."

[strongwilledsoul]

This was a stop he hadn't expected to make...If he was being honest, Lian's roommate was still a little complicated for him, but he felt compelled to talk to Niko, since the corpse was such a huge part of Lian's life.

He'd very nearly just teleported to the basement room, before he realized that would be really rude...It was one thing to drop in on Lian, but a completely different thing to do it to someone he only knew by association.

He knocked lightly on the door.

"Niiiiikooooo, are you home?" Another gentle knock. "It's Reece, I wanna talk to you about something."

[strongwilledsoul]

"I’m   losing   control   here." [Lian/Reece, there's been too many kisses in a row... (delete if you aren't comfy with writing this)]

Reece was okay with Lian losing a bit of control.

At some point he'd tugged Lian into his lap, and they had turned into a mess of limbs and lips. If not for the clashing color of the clothing that frustratingly remained in place, it might be difficult to tell where one of them ended and the other began. In truth, times like these were when Reece felt most whole--a bit of Lian every where he looked, fitting against him like a piece of puzzle he didn't know he was missing.

There was only one other time when he felt he had enough contact, and that, he felt, was where all these kisses were leading. He was sure that they had both silently agreed by now.

Reece's breath was coming in shallow, quick gasps as he pulled back, his dark eyes full of want, love, and a bit of mischief. He settled his hands on Lian's waist and tugged the blonde's hips closer. In a quick, fell swoop he caught Lian's lips in another rushed, needy kiss.

"Lose it, then. I'll take all the control," Reece teased. He started to fumble with the buttons of Lian's shirt, grinning like a fool in love the entire time. This intimacy, this guy, never got dull. Every time Reece made love to Lian still felt like the first time--giddy, nervous, excited, and so very much in love.

"And while we're losing things, this shirt's gotta go. Stupid button up pajamas."