#ammaranthine

[polycephebi]

@ammaranthine

As if many things could bid wandering feet to halt and freeze so easily. But something stirs in him -- across the street sat an aura so vile that he could not place his finger on ; something twisted in the natural wafts of humanity that typically roamed the streets. There was a face he's noticed before, in this city -- It looks so wrong now.

A smile cracks and pulls. His heart leaps. Something in the air tonight smells [ fascinating. ]

"... Who are you?"

[magiclvl]

@ammaranthine

The iron clad smell of red - blood, when she's feeling less poetic. To be fair, learning the language of humans has taken her time a plenty and, well, it's fun to play with words. She follows the scent until she finds him elbow deep in someone's abdomen - it does not really matter who to her - and looks cold. Unmoved by the man's dying breaths. Unmoved by the stench of blood and snap of sinew. There's something else on the wind too, something rotten - flesh, she thinks. Looking him up and down, it seems he is the only one capable of creating that smell. The half naked man cold on the ground looks fine. "I can heal you if you feed me." Forward, her tone cool and words quick. "You won't last long rotting like that, human."

[drfeelgreed]

@ammaranthine / random starter call. ( gretto avaro )

"I won't say anything!"

The assurance is both far too panicked and far little concerned. An ordinary person should probably be a little more worked up after witnessing what looks like a killing; an immortal shouldn't be nearly so panicked about it. Gretto is likely an outlier among both, though he's always been a more reactive person than strictly necessary.

"I'm only passing this way out of coincidence," Gretto tries to explain, though his only halfway-there grasp on Japanese makes it really difficult to find the words. "It's just... It would be really inconvenient right now, if you killed me for seeing."

[sonderrow]

🩸 @ammaranthine.

"And you never got caught? I don't know with who you are sleeping with, but it must be the right person." Archer commented on a deadpan, serious tone as the other's preferred drink on the coaster in front of him. "Although, I imagine if you're in my office, they might be the wrong person... although I much prefer a less... vapid payment."

[hhemeraa]

Hahaha nooo his boyfriends are fightingggg hahaha nooo don't do that hahaaaahhh would be crazy if they kissedddd hahaha noooo anything but that noooo

[madeofmelodies]

eavesdrop-

Send me   “eavesdrop”   and my muse will describe your muse like they’re talking to a third party

“—there’s just something about—” the sentence hangs, contemplation building in his silence until he chuckles lowly, “Pretty things with black hair, I guess.” The soft-spoken laughter that follows sounds half-defeated and similarly a mock in-it of itself, “Turns out I do have a type, huh?”

There is a muffled retort, conversational, amidst a long exhale that sounds surprisingly detached despite the tinge of satisfaction in it. Delic hums absentmindedly, keeping silent whilst someone else’s voice carries on. He murmurs a quite, ‘light?’ somewhere in between, but keeps silent after, listening still.

“A crush here and there won’t kill me,” the mellifluous tone paints a smile across his assurance. It makes the observation that follows sound all the more careful given the grounded tone, “I can discern it… just a little bit. It’s like there is the smallest of shifts in his voice. And it doesn’t sound like desperation so… at least I know it isn’t that sort of interest.” He has nothing against desperation, but he doesn’t want to become a crutch — it feeds the ego, sure, until it becomes unmanageable. Either way, Delic is more of a distraction-type anyhow. “Like thrill, in a way? Not sure. But I like hearing it.” The sounds of feeling alive.

[stonedeafdogarch]

            working in the city was bound to have it’s share of people on the weirder side. Emil was used to it , whether it be genuine threats or just the usual drunk that was trying to rile a fight out of him. He can’t afford to put himself on the radar right now , not with the new position with the police , they couldn’t know he was working in such underground places like this. The blood on him is enough to get rid of when he sheds his jacket , but it still seeped onto the white dress shirt he now sported as he walks down the narrow and dark streets. 

Someone was following him. 

He would twist around , and he would be ready if so if that someone decided to attack him. 

      [        not a good idea right now.    ] he would warn. 

@ammaranthine​  ( starter call -- accepting )  

[illholy]

[ It appears that I am late but HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVELY. ♡ Wishing you all the best. ]

Thank you sm for the lovely greeting <3 I know this was super late, but I hope YOU also have a swell day - bday when it comes around this year! Happy unbirthday in the meantime uwu thank you for tolerating my ass.