#amused-bouche

[iunarmemories]

@amused-bouche continuation of this interaction

“Queen, huh? Does that title come with a crown or benefits of some kind?” Though her cheeks were burning, Elyse managed to find her voice as Lorcan leaned in closer to ruffle her feathers. There was no denying that she did not have the upper-hand in this scenario, seeing as her friend served as a natural lie detector in this case.

Skirting around the real question, the undeniable one, the blonde would hope that the wolf wouldn’t point out how fast her heart was racing. Another thing he had the privilege of knowing - it wasn’t fair.

Elyse, despite her background in investigative journalism, could not for the life of her get a solid read on Lorcan. He allowed her close, but just enough to make her question if he wanted her to be or if he was just being kind. While he, due to the nature of his being, had her all figured out. At least she thought he did.

[poisonedgeekie]

@amused-bouche

A deep, rolling rumble stretches across the night sky; like the sky itself was splitting apart. A flash of light strikes down towards the trees lighting up the forest as a small red pop of light and dark red skinned male appears as the rain begins to pour from overhead. Atreyu Graves is still dressed in his pajamas and trembling from head to foot - not from the cold weather but from what he had just escaped from. Standing there in the rain that begins to soak through his clothes and flatten down his brown curls, his yellow eyes are wide from shock. Skin crawling he could still feel hands on him and he couldn’t believe that man that he trusted the most - the man he loved the most - his own father could do that to him. 

Bending over Atreyu throws up on the grass covered dirt that is quickly turning into mud, his eyes burning as he empties the contents of his dinner from his stomach and is left dry heaving and coughing. Resting a red hand against the surface of the trunk of a tree, the imp attempts to pull himself together, taking a few minutes to do so as he stares at the ground. Horrified and his mind reeling with a million questions that he didn’t have the answer too. Then through it all - some clarity as he realizes he needs to find some shelter for the night; there was no way he was ever going home again. Stepping in the opposite direction of where he vomited, Atreyu heads further into the woods, stepping over fallen limbs praying not to be struck by lightning as it strikes down from the rumbling skies.  The clothes he wore were now clinging to Atreyu’s skin, wet and cold making him tremble more than he was before, his teeth chattering as he searched desperately. The woods open up a little and there an old wooden cabin stands providing salvation at last. Picking up his pace with his bare feet, Atreyu runs to the cabin and goes around the side looking for the front door. Quietly hoping the door was unlocked he reaches out to the door knob and turns it all the way and gives the door a push, it swings open with a creak. Stepping inside, the male imp closes the door behind him, swishing his red and black tipped tail and moving his drenched hair behind his pointed ears.

An acrid scent of rot over takes Atreyu’s sense of smell and he makes a sound of disgust as he covers his nose and mouth to mute the smell. Hoping he could just get rid of whatever it was so that he could stay there the night, he steps further into the cabin, searching for whatever it was that was emitting the smell and steps into the living room of the cabin.

[pushspacetocontinue]

For @amused-bouche

Russell had been far from prepared for the sudden rain shower that pounded down onto the world around him. So he had quickly hurried along to find somewhere to take a bit of shelter until it passed.

A club had caught his eyes. Jacks. It seemed to be open if the bouncer at the door was anything to go by. Despite being in his street clothes, he was still allowed in, much to his surprise. Maybe pity was just taken on him because of the weather, or it was because he had money.

He gave a thanks before he went in, and glanced around. Wow, this place seemed pretty classy. Now he felt a bit underdressed. There was a mild tingling in his fingertips, his back, and inside of his chest, but right now, it was easily ignored.

Well, best to be polite and get a drink. He couldn't just come in here for no reason. So Russell sauntered up to the bar (he couldn't ignore the smooth counter) and gave a polite nod and a smile to the keep. A man older and a lot taller (then again, it really didn't take much with his measly height) than him, with neat brown hair and quite a nice face.

"H-hey there, man," Russell said, not sitting down just yet, "Um, what, what um, heh, sorry, what soft, soft drinks do, do you have?"

[regnismemorias]

"Вот дерьмо-"

Glitch quickly stepped aside as a familiar man came barreling past her. She watched them fly out of the front door of the seedy dive bar, leaving a few heads to turn in his direction briefly before returning to nursing their drinks. Was that-? The young woman looked back at where he came from only to confirm her suspicions when her eyes met with another pair she recognized. To the chagrin of the bartender, she abandoned her apron & serving tray on the bar top, immediately approaching the band.

"You're Jez, right?" Glitch pointed over her shoulder at the front door. "And that was your drummer who flew out of here like a bat out of Hell?" She shook her head as if to rearrange her thoughts, her hand jutting out towards him. "Извини," she apologized. "Glitch. Big fan. Never thought I'd see you guys at this shit hole, like, ever." Her hand is at her hip when free, absentmindedly picking at her frayed corset.

"Is he, uh, coming back, or...?"

@amused-bouche

[never-surrender]

@amused-bouche \\ Aubrey

Her family was quite large... enough so that they required a larger area for her birthday party, a fact that her mother had taken care of with a man named 'Del'... a name she had heard before but never put much weight into the stories that were told about them. She had enough going on in her life hiding who she was and what she could do, she didn't need to worry about what was happening or what stories were told about somebody she had never met.

Until now, that was.

With the party in full swing, the music played as a few people danced about, the entire family was a hodgepodge of supernatural grouped together. Demons, a shapeshifter, and a few people who seemed to be human mulled about, some dancing and others simply talking. It was all a bit too much for Aubrey, however...

So with her hound by her side that guided her away, Aubrey caught sight of a stranger standing off by himself... and before she could convince herself that it was a bad idea, she approached. A small smile graced her features, impossibly dark eyes gazing upon him that seemed to see too much.

"Mind if I join you?" she questions softly.

[hellfireconcert]

@amused-bouche asked; "If a UFO is identified, doesn't that just make it a FO, mate?"

Eddie thought about it for a few moments as he stared up at a bird flying around, "I guess technically yes, but then how will we make sure people know we're talking about alien ships and not like, a Russian spy craft?"

[shishitoren-vc]

@amused-bouche

He had heard the sounds of a fight breaking out nearby, and had decided to go and investigate. Fighting was nothing new for him, nor was it anything that he shied away from, if anything he was curious if there was anybody there that he could recruit...

By the time he makes it to the fight at his usual turtle-like pace, it was nearly done and over with, with only one more standing ... not that they remain standing for long. Watching as they fall to the ground unconscious, Togame takes his hands from his pockets and claps.

"Well well, what do we got here? 5 on 1? Hardly fair odds.."

[bldrdsh]

@amused-bouche said:

"If you like it, I'lll make you one." - Rome @ Niko.

He hums, studying the small carving with a grin that comes gently to his features. NORMALLY Niko tried to mind his own business with regard to hobbies of others, but that was much easier said and done when spoken about.

HE'D BE LYING if he said he wasn't intrigued. It's a skill that seemed to be rather rare these days, but seeing it causes a grin to come to his features until the man speaks and he perks up a little.

"Oh?"

The offer is a bit surprising but he figures if nothing else. Usually people weren't exactly up & willing to throw things out to strangers willy nilly, and after a second he rises up, pursing his lips and thinking.

"I'd like that. You're the artist though so surprise me maybe?"