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@arcadeblues asked — ❝how’d you get an invite?❞
❝Oh, you know, a raven flew in my window with this ornate envelope,❞ the blonde shrugged, eyes roaming the crowd before settling on the person who had spoken to her. She then shrugged her shoulders before responding with a more serious answer, ❝The same as anyone else, I suppose. I knew someone who knew someone. You?❞
@arcadeblues: ‘ “i’m not trying to do that whole dismissive thing… but i’m dismissing it.” ’
At first, Aurora had been too stupefied to speak. Her roseate lips parted with a sharp inhale of the night air, but the words died on the tip of her tongue before they dared slip. Those doe-like eyes were the size of saucers simply gawking at him. Then as faint as gossamer, a line drew on her forehead — deepening by the second.
“ You’re dismissing it ? ” she echoed, indignant. “ Wha, you’re really gonna dismiss my idea of matching unicorn onesies ? That’s rude ! ” The words made the situation more real and so she glared at him like a petulant child.
It was a scene eerily similar to when they were children. She had the same demanding eyes and the same pout when she wouldn’t get her way. Perhaps, the only difference was that she wasn’t as temperamental as she was then. Though she was easily more challenging than she used to be.
“ And I’m not even doing anything chaotic. Well, at least not right now You know this is exactly like the time when I was seven and you didn’t let me chase after that loose goose, It was such a cool goose too. ” she admitted defeat.
“ You were the worst babysitter ever, Julie. ”
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welcome to the syzygy-verse // @arcadeblues
he’s stumbled upon something he probably wasn’t meant to see. once again. how the fuck is this is life? and why the fuck is he always the one to stumble upon things he’s not meant to see? goddamn.
a monster. a fucking monster made of shadow and smoke, with ridged skin and red, protruding eyes. claws. fangs. a prehensile tail. he thinks of malevolent yokai, then. of all the evil spirits in the folktales of old.
and then, there is udyati, looking straight up like one of those evil spirits. wings made of string and thread have sprouted from her back. and she doesn’t have two arms, but many. oh, so many. so many arms, so many weapons. it’s almost dizzying. almost, but not quite.
she takes aim. she throws. a barrage of weapons embed themselves into whatever the fuck that monster is. it vanishes, leaving nothing behind but a dying screech and the smell of ashes upon the wind.
the strings and the threads vanish as if they’d never been there at all.
and there’s someone else with her, too, julian realizes, when the guy - light brown skin, long hair, tall, lethal - grins a grin made of broken glass and says: “it looks like we are not alone, after all. your boyfriend saw everything. he looks as though he is about to run. but i suppose you are used to it by now, are you not, people who run from you?”
it’s then and only then that she turns around. that she sees him. that she takes him in.
she turns back to whoever this guy is to her and bares her teeth. she actually bares her fucking teeth and spits: “i hate you, sharad. i hate everything you stand for. i don’t know why archana is seeing you. i don’t know why we were ever friends. i hate you.” that only makes him grin wider. he gives julian a lazy two-fingered salute: “this world is not made for people like you. all this money - all this power - and it will not keep you safe. she will get you killed. though perhaps that is what you are looking for. i know shadows, pretty boy, and you have a lot of those.”
then, the shadows he so deftly speaks of swallow him whole.
“this is the part where i say that you don’t want no part in this.” udyati looks at him - through him - and there’s something very broken in her eyes as she shakes her head, the exhaustion finally catching up with her. “but i’m not in the business of making choices for other people. it’s your call whether you want to take the blue pill or the red one, jules.”
❝ …you want to tell me but you can’t? ❞
askbox fun // @arcadeblues
"exactly! ‘cause it’s embarrassing!” how do you tell a friend that your heart skipped a beat when he brushed your hair behind your ear when you two were both a little buzzed, a little tipsy, and that you replayed that moment over and over and over in your head? that it sparked something in your blood? no, no, no, no, definitely not! “so, my lips are sealed.”
❝ what a knob. ❞
askbox fun // @arcadeblues
“well, yeah, that’s sharad for you. but he’s also dating one of my friends - a very good friend, in fact - so i have to put up with him and his big mouth.” a shrug. “it is what it is.”
— RONI was running behind. This was, unfortunately, very on brand for the young woman. She thought things would definitely be better if her parents just let her get a car, but noooooooo, that was too much. She couldn’t be trusted to drive. Or some shit like that. She felt it was all bullshit it wasn’t.
SO, instead of being able to get into a car and drive off to work, Roni was sprinting as fast as she could. It didn’t help that her bike currently had a flat tire too. Luck was just not on her side today.
VERONICA wasn’t looking where she was going, not really. She was thinking five moves ahead — thinking of a good excuse for her boss as to why she was late. Because of this, she didn’t notice the person practically right in front of her until she plowed straight into him. Losing her balance, she fell back onto ass, swearing under her breath. It was only after she realized what happened that she was back on her feet and profusely apologizing.
❝SHIT, I am so sorry. You good?❞ She asked, rubbing at her tailbone as she spoke. Damn, that had hurt.
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+ @arcadeblues / continued from here
the way jules tucks some stray hairs behind her ear, in a gesture so tender it almost makes her heart ache, shouldn’t feel the way it does. it shouldn’t feel so electric. for a moment, she feels as though she’s a bunny, caught in a julian devereaux shaped snare.
he’s got alcohol in his system and she? she’s only just finished her first and last drink: a glass of red wine. alcohol loosens her tongue and at some point, it’ll make her sleepy. but for now, she’s got enough wits about her to speak.
“they say drunk words are sober thoughts but i don’t think you really mean what you said.” doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting, though. it does. just a bit. then again, doesn’t the truth always sting? “if you did, you would’ve been gone by now, jules. you wouldn’t have stayed. you wouldn’t have tucked a bit of my hair behind my ear.”
he’s always been beautiful in a way those marble statues are: they are to be admired from afar. never up close where the imperfections become visible. never up close where she can take in his kind eyes, the column of his throat, his mouth.
udyati swallows audibly and tries her best to ignore the sudden spark that sets her blood ablaze. wills it to pass because jules is a friend and it’s probably the alcohol she’s consumed and no way someone like him would ever see someone like her the way she wants to be seen and, and, and---
“and just in case this is a projection of your own emotions...” her voice sounds hoarse. “...you’re not the worst. not at all. you’ve never been. not to me.”
"five times glanced" and "five times glanced at"
5x // @arcadeblues
01: julian glances at her, tells her that she seems lost, and suddenly there's a wave roaring in udyati's ears, drowning everything out. somehow, she turns her head and glances back at him with distrustful eyes, and tells him, quite pointedly, what she thinks of that assessment.
02: udyati doesn't know how fast she needs to turn her head away when she's caught. her glance must've burned. and now his burns her too. because he's not letting up. not until she raises her head. and she does, sheepishly. a small smile, and a wave, and then she rounds the nearest corner, ducks away again.
03: she tells him, softly, that she still believes in happiness. that it's not a myth. perhaps it's not really in the cards for her anymore, but, hey, if the people she loves are happy, well, then udyati's happy too. or as close as she can come to it. when she looks up, julian is glancing at her, and she glances back at him, an unspoken question in her eyes.
04: for a lonely, rich guy who's a couple of years older than her, he seems to be quite adept at reading her, and gods, udyati doesn't know if she should love it or hate it. because it takes a glance at her blue lips for him to get up and get her a latte macchiato. and when he passes it to her, she glances back at him, and thanks him, voice ever quiet, while her grin is anything but.
05: julian glances at her and udyati glances back and without thinking, she opens a doorway to the nearest bookshop and ushers julian through. this is not how she wanted to tell him about her powers. but there are fans, and then there are fans and yeah, she's willing to explain her whole story - again - if it means that her newest... person (acquaintance? friend?) gets away unharmed.
