#attroxx

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continued // @attroxx

She has done something wrong. Nunnally wasn’t thoughtful enough. She hurt them, even though it wasn’t her intention. Their gaze is now filled with anger, but she knows she deserves it.

“I’m… I’m sorry…” – she stammers, though she wonders if her words matter at all. Probably not. She doesn’t dare to sit beside them. She should leave, as they have commanded, but something holds her back. She can’t bring herself to walk away. She has to try again, even if it means they’ll lash out at her once more. But what could she even say?

She takes a seat close enough for Casper to hear her, her eyes lingering on the heavy clouds above them.

“It’s going to rain tonight…” –  Nunnally murmurs, her voice almost absent. She pulls out a handkerchief and offers it to them –  “I’ll leave, if that’s what you want, but…”

“…perhaps…” –  Nunnally trails off, wondering if she’s said too much. Would that offend them? She’s simply not good at that.

“Do you have a place to go? It’ll be a cold night.”

“Would you like to join me for dinner?” –  Nunnally asks, the words slipping out before she can stop them. She’s no great cook, far from it, really. But she can manage to put something together. Sort of.  Maybe. If she tries.

[holyscorch]

ryouta had been watching them; not for long, but just enough to deduce the oddity of the brief flicker of a camera directed at the poor fellow who was just trying to mind his business and enjoy a small drink at this local cafe the p.i often frequented. on top of that, the appearance of the camera man was quite obvious he was attempting to remain as discreet as possible. ( a small knot twists in his stomach; a usual tell tale sign of his instinct flaring up. ) he doesn't bother waiting a second longer -- already approaching the camera man from behind him from his table, and with a firm, swift swipe of his hand, he snatches the camera out from his hand. it easily garners a retorting ' hey ! ' from him, and ryouta makes sure his voice was firm and loud enough to garner nearby customers' attention. " i don't think this establishment allows their customers to take pictures of someone without their consent. "

when the man ( stalker ? reporter ? whoever. ) attempts to reach for his camera, ryouta's eyes harden. his grip tightens around the camera, and a harsh and sharp noise of the object being crushed within his hand follows suit. the sight appears to startle the man just enough, and soon he glares at him, feigning an apologetic tone. " oops .... " he mutters, and as the customers around them gossip amongst themselves with disdain over the stalker, he fits two and two together sticking around wasn't worth it -- hence, he runs off. bits and pieces of the camera fall around ryouta's feet after he dusts his hands off, sighing before he looks at the poor guy who was the unfortunate subject of such an attention. " ... sorry for the scene. "

@attroxx / sc.

[hellgloom]

@attroxx // V for Felix

The crisp autumn air had V, so susceptible to cold, hugging himself in a pitiful attempt to generate more body heat than he'd had already. He was wrapped up in a shabby, plain black overcoat that told it had lived many years and seen better ones; but it still served its purpose despite much of it having worn away. In V's financial situation, he'd make do with what he could scrounge from a thrift shop. And to think, it was not even the middle of the day; but the overcast skies promoted chillier winds, and he supposed the cold wasn't as bad as it could get back home.

Why he had up and brought himself to an unknown place was a story in and of itself, but somewhere down the line he heard whispers of demonic activity, and like a hound on the trail he followed those whispers until he had reached a destination. In V's line of work, a rumor was something worth pursuing; and if a demon was supposedly occupying an abandoned church, it was in everyone's best interest if someone, preferably with experience, investigated the place. People's imaginations often ran wild when their fears dominated their sense, and V was no different, but he had seen things most wouldn't, and so he had a…unique understanding.

Where people ran from the supernatural, V more than often stepped toward it, into it, and braced himself for a bad turn. So, he stood before the grounds to the site now, eyeing it up and down, wondering for a moment why demons so much liked to taunt and mock Christianity—and more generally, God, whoever that may be to whomever prayed to one. Often, he gave it no thought; but demons, now that was a subject with which he was well acquainted.

Having braced himself sufficiently, he unfurled his arms from his body and walked up to the structure, stepping just before a window missing its glass and peering inside. Had it not been for the remaining daylight bleeding through gaps in the roof, his eyes would have seen nothing—and they still didn't, at least nothing that appeared out of the ordinary. Ah, but there was certainly an element of the occult to the place, and V had sensed it as something oppressive that had the hair all along his body stand on end. No doubt his familiars had sensed it as well; however, they would agree that it felt rather...not altogether horrible. Suppose there's nothing left to do, he thought, gently pushing open one of the heavy doors, letting himself slip inside.

[dayscorch]

visage, koto unkaku. & vincent ( @attroxx . )

only s.ale.m / attroxx can r.e.b.log/r.e.p.ost/use.

[kaercu]

*sylus waiting to be called a good boy.* 🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻

" what's with that expectant expression, hmm? " lips curl into a knowing smile as hands reach for his face, gentle and doting as much as she is teasing. sweet as she can be, chiyo isn't one to make anything easy -- not even for her beloved. " we may be tethered to one another, but i'm no mind reader, sylus. use your words if you want something. "

[bvlvnhan]

“…Is there a reason why you are so… dismissive?”

The questions comes virtually out of the blue — after the abject silence that Caio performed the routine checkup in — and he is almost certain that his client would not answer…. Or would deflect. However, given that he’s routinely been aside to come back and check on the witch. Thus, he’d like to know why the other seemed so very quick to dismiss him… or never really seemed pleased to see him, even if he hadn’t made some sort of comment.

“I recognize that my personality is a bit abrasive, but… it seems like my very presence makes you bristle even if I’ve not said anything.” the man continues, “And yet… your coven continues to contact me. Specifically.”

( starter call - @attroxx )

[alchadex-a]

                                 @attroxx sent a message from here.                                          "i won't break, don't be afraid." ( sylus )

𝐈𝐓   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘   𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓   𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑       how   many   times   Dexter   was   told   that   by   Sylus,   he   would   still   always   worry   …   always   be   a   little   bit    panicked    whenever   someone   came   at   his   lover   violently.   It   hadn't   been   all   that   long   since   he   became   the   mans   right   hand    ⸻    his    second   in   command    to   be   right   by   his   side.   Inherently   he   really   wasn't   all   that   violent,   but   there   had   always   been    something    about   working   with   the   fellow   Evol   user   that   changed   that. 

But   this   time   …   this   time   Dex   was   a   fraction   of   a   second   too   slow.   While    (   of   course   )    he   hadn't   seen   the   attack   coming,   it   had   been   felt   the   second   that   an   object   whipped   past   his   head.   Everything   afterwards   had   been   an   angry   blur    ⸻    his   reaction   instantaneous.   Rage   pushed   through   him   at   a    rapid    pace   as   the   smell   of   blood   hit   him.   It   wasn't   a   lot,   but   it   was   enough   to   make   him   mad. 

Teeth   grinding   harshly   Dex's   fist   had    snapped    forward   quickly,   and   in   those   few   seconds   that   there   was   skin   on   skin   contact   he   worked.   His   fingers   visibly   sparked   with   the   magic   of   his   evol   as   he   practically   melted   the   now   enemy   internally   …   their   inside's   becoming   nothing   more   than   a   puddle   inside   of   a   flesh   prison.   He   hadn't   even   thought   about   it,   he'd   just    acted    on   impulse   to   protect   the   man   he   loved.   He   worshiped.   It   was   only   after   they   were   dead   that   reality   seemed   to   set   back   in   and   his   attention   went   back   to   Sylus. 

‘   I   won’t   break,   don't   be   afraid   '       they   had   said   …   but   he   didn't   believe   it.   They   both   knew   that   wasn't   entirely   true.   Heaving   a   small   sigh   he   brought   up   the   sleeve   of   his   shirt   and   gently   wiped   it   along   the   other's   cheek,   touch   oh   so    delicate    compared   to   the   violence   exhibited   just   moments   earlier.    “   No   one   is   infallible,   my   darling.   Not   even   you    ⸻    and   it's   my   job   to   make   sure   you   don't   get   hurt.   ”    There   it   was.   The   guilt.   The   self   hatred   that   the   both   of   them   were   all   too   familiar   in   clawing   its   way   to   the   surface. 

“   They   made   you    bleed    and   that   is   unforgivable.   ”

[erobret]

@attroxx for sylus

THE STREETS WERE LOUD FAR BENEATH HER as she stood upon the roof of a building to get the perfect view of the crimson skyline . blacks and whites and reds smeared her fingers , hands and forearms . even her dress had smudges of paints but she didn't mind .

she hummed softly as she speckled the painted the dark shapes of towers with lights of whites and yellows and blues . there was something so beautiful about the cityscape silhouetted with that blood red sky . it was breathtaking .

a hand reached back for the tubes of paint she brought to replenish her white , but instead her hand knocked several off the foldable stool she had brought . it fell to the floor and as she turned to retrieve it she jumped at the sight of a large form standing behind her . ❝ oh ! ❞ she cried out softly .