#amrita 01

[lilluminator-blog]

@numinal

♛ - Women here in Hive City were far different to those in Ergastulum, some here were innocent, hadn’t been exposed to the same fate as the women of Ergastulum had. While Worick knew that a lot of them didn’t deserve it, it wasn’t exactly often that he stepped in to help them out. It wasn’t any of his business. Alex was on of those exceptions, and there was no doubt that he’d help Loretta and Nina if they ever came across such a situation. Though here in Hive City it seemed unnecessary to be on the lookout for such crimes. He hadn’t been here very long at all but he was quickly learning that this place was far better in comparison to Ergastulum. 

Now from where he stood, he could see people he recognized, people who had walked past before. While he had no knowledge of their identities yet  he could easily recognize each person he’d seen before. Including a woman who seemed to be looking for something. She’d passed by a few times now, searching each crevice for something unbeknownst to Worick. And now, he was prepared to offer his services.

“Hey miss angel, can I help ya?” Worick asked, a sweet pout lining his lips.

[kannazxki-blog]

@panwati

"It is just because they scatter without a trace that cherry blossoms delight us so, for in this world lingering means ugliness.

A beautiful poem, don’t you think? Ah, though perhaps it wouldn’t have the same meaning here. I have heard that death means nothing in this place; I wonder why...”

[starfleeted-blog]

@panwati

     Kirk really didn’t like the snow. He wouldn’t go as far to say he hated the cold though. Space was cold and he adored it. When he was inside with a heater. He sighed and rubbed his hands together, raising them to his face as he breathed against them hotly. 

     He hadn’t been in the city for long, so he hadn’t even had the chance to look for a job that would bring him a steady income for the rest of his stay. That meant he had no money to buy clothes fit for the cold weather. 

     Kirk resorted to stepping into the building closest to him for a moment to warm up.

“Damn this weather...!”

[chxmpionofkirkwall-blog]

@panwati

Hawke liked to think himself as someone just careful enough to avoid running right into people--and he was, honestly--but that had been back in Kirkwall, where he’d come to know every turn and crevice of the city like the back of his hand. Here? He knew nothing, really, aside from what tidbits of information some of his acquaintances were gracious enough to tell him. While that was indeed helpful, he’d always been a man of action rather than one for books; if there was something to learn, he found it best to see for himself.

...Which was why he came to wandering about the city, and why, when he caught sight of someone--something?--who had horns protruding from their heads, he was distracted enough to walk right into someone. Just his luck, too--someone smaller, someone slighter, someone definitely a woman who probably didn’t do anything to deserve having him nearly knock her over.

“Oh--Maker, sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going at all. Are you alright?”