#arghent

[embodies]

“ i caught a glimpse of hell today. ” / @ dean

❛ oh, i highly doubt that, sweetheart. ❜ his voice lilts, riding on a wave of amusement and bemusement in tandem. it's not often he bumps into other hunters but he's willing to bet he holds the monopoly on how many layers of hell have been visited. he remembers it vividly : scorching flames, searing whips and laughter of the uncanny, made by nothing close to human. tongues and teeth and chains, barbs and hybrid - like creatures strewn together from the limbs of the dead. desert - like visions of loved ones long lost. a mirage for a man thirsty for forgiveness. a cruel commodity.

❛ hell doesn't give you a glimpse. no, hell will catch you in its claws— ❜ he shucks another splinter off his stake, brings the point up to the light to measure its sharpness. shucks again. ❛ and twist and pull atcha like a ragdoll, shake you about a bit . . . swallow you. not whole, piece by piece. then spit you back up and leave you pulling yourself together when it's done with you. if you're lucky. ❜

that's hell, rings the finality of his words. bitterly held behind clenched teeth, he eyes his company solemnly. a weak attempt at lightening the mood . . . ❛ what you saw today was purgatory at best. ❜

@arghent.

[terrifyingstories3]

@arghent hit the ❤️.

“you didn’t know. you were trying to do the right thing. protect people.” the earnestness in his eyes doesn’t know the distance between them, nor months of radio silence. it bears no recollection of his history with argents being quick to the trigger or how far away she’s seemed even in the moments he’s held her closest, fingers cradling little trinkets she’d sent his way. he knows allison, even now, after all this time. he knows her heart, and no part of him doubts her now.

his hand reaches out to her, wanting to offer comfort. “it’s okay.”

[adamanteine-a]

prompt. @arghent.      ``     you don't know half as much as you think you do.     `` 

``     hm?     ``    shams responds suddenly, eyebrow raising. she has to admit, she's a little amused by her. despite the polarity of their lifestyles, she finds herself feeling somehow familiar with what she says. those words were ones she was practically raised on: one time from her entertained father, the other from anyone who had any sort of expertise in academic discipline, another from her beloved brother [ the list goes on, really ]. she stands firm on her feet, offering her a glance, making no attempt to actually mask her curiosity. and then she smiles. ``     oh, i know nothing, allison dearest.     ``  what a typical answer.

her eyes move to her fingertips, merely noticing the dirt on them. and it only really takes her a few seconds before she quickly looks around. always the traveler, she thinks. her second home is one she had made herself and it is, quite literally, anywhere but home. there's a glance given to the other. ``     what is it that you know, then?     `` 

[greaterfinds]

@arghent tee hee

"No offense, but I'm not taking advice from someone who showed up to high school in business casual attire." He's stocking, at the moment. If his boss looks over to see that he's taking a social call, they're gonna have to do a seriously convincing job of making it look like Allison really couldn't figure out which of the cranberry sauces were sugar free. Thank fuck the security cameras don't have audio. He wouldn't be able to make it through a disciplinary meeting where someone else puts in their two cents about his love life. "Plus, you like Isaac. So."

[embodies]

don’t you know how dangerous this is ? / hm yennefer perhaps

❛ i am fully aware of the consequences your actions have had. ❜ she speaks broadly, moreso of her peers perhaps than any direct involvement from the girl herself. the aura of the curse surrounding this quaint little town throbs like a sore tooth. she can only hope the decay is reversible. but these unwarranted interactions she struggles with, far preferring to slip in and out unseen ( a ghost of a saviour, never worthy of the true recognition ) and leave lives saved but blissfully unaware to their former danger. the girl is a thorn in her side, benevolent intentions or not.

❛ so, are you going to leave me to untangle the mess or— tag along ? and choose quickly, i haven't got all day and a birthday banquet is calling my name back home. ❜ she speaks so sardonically that the lightness of her words escapes her, riding on a breeze that is gone as quickly as it had once arrived. head held high, her brow simply arches in question at her company. she has learned she cannot deter a martyr : they are all stubbornly selfless, ready to lay their heads under the guillotine at a moment's notice. idiocy, really.

@arghent. ♡

[embodies]

RP MUSE VALENTINE’S APPLICATION. @ dean your name: allison argent Romantic or platonic?: adversarial A night in or dinner out or an activity?: hunting, most likely Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: strawberries, for me. nails, for you. What's your perfect date?: no date! Would you cook for me?: no. Would you let me cook for you?: no. Can we make-out?: no. Make out in private or in public?: no. Do you like to cuddle?: you're not entitled to that information. Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: classified. Couch or bed?: i take the bed, you take the couch. What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: that's on a need to know basis. Tell me something about you no else knows: i find you very irritating. Why do you want to be my valentine?: i don't.

valentine’s application. accepting!

( sms : AA ) right first of all

( sms : AA ) i make a mean enchilada so you’re just plain missing out

( sms : AA ) second of all did you read the name of the form?? why bother filling it in if you’re just gonna be an asshole

( contact name change : AAA )

( sms : AAA ) your funeral 😘

[casiopiea]

@arghent: you seem like a useful person to know.

❝ a quick study - we like that around here. ❞ tossing a set of keys in her direction, he leans against the side of the building, sizing her up with eagle-eyed interest. from the grave set of her brow - a jarring contrast to the otherwise neighborly tone of their interaction - to the suspicious stain on her boots; could be blood, could be borscht. he had known her kind before. geldstraat born but just as hungry as a common barrel rat, all too willing to gnaw off a limb to escape the creature comforts of their old lives - of legacies for which they had no love lost. transplants, shade called them, though he had heard much unkinder names thrown around the barrel. they could make invaluable allies - or formidable foes. ❝ welcome to the neighborhood, allison argent. if you need anything - and i mean anything - i'm only a knock away. ❞

[gothyck]

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