#bellidyr

[telegion]

          @bellidyr  wants  to  get  in  david’s  head  !!!

 (  all  this  power            it’s  making  you  sick )  .  that’s  funny  ,  funny  !  funny  thought  ,  huh  !  so  then  …  what’s  all  this  power  coming  from  her  ? something  weird  ,  that’s  all  he  knows  .  is  he  supposed  to  sense  it  ,  or  is  it  just  instinct  ?  built  into  mutated            way  too  far  .                      ❝ whatever  you  want  ,  i’m  not  giving  it  to  you  .  ❞

[destructivour-aa]

❛     wake me up when ya`  SUGGEST SOMETHIN` USEFUL.     ❜

@bellidyr

[hakiimono-blog]

@bellidyr

            ❝ – whoa!! Sorry, I didn’t see you there at first.                            Someone should put a bell on you ~ ❞

            He remarked with a jester’s grin, hiking the box of various new candy dispensers up a little higher in his arms -- he’d almost knocked this poor customer’s head clean off with it. He ought to be more careful; and more alert, for that matter. He hadn’t even sensed her presence when she’d entered his shop.

[skullkceper-archived-blog]

                              ❛   you shouldn’t be here .   ❜                 the words where spit out of cold lips ,           that never meant that he would not like to see her ,          or to have her in his kingdom .          but he was a     darker     man now .         colder than before when they had meet .          there was in him less than a     bit of heart                but never a feeling .         there was a time where feelings were shown .            times where he could look at someone && feel the hapiness .         but now               well now all he could see was darkness .         && she was no longer a light .  //  @bellidyr   sc.

[pcrdition]

         ❛   did you SUMMON me here? why have you summoned me?   ❜  

@bellidyr // starter call

[execurse]

          PAINTED LIPS , the slight sway of silks ( ornamented with trim of golds and flowering spring blooms ) , and the breath of fragrance reminiscent of autumns past -- a DREAM for men after living with only the comfort of merciless steel for weeks . they have found shelter , a temporary paradise shrouded in the smoke of opium , a sanctuary for the wicked . bathed in the blood of countless friends and foes alike , they seek relief  , to forget the burden of their sins momentarily . 

            and among men , a “ DEMON ” , a beast seemingly born from wicked iron ( blood and blade alike ) rests in a corner of the room . alcohol swirls in his cup , though slowly , in comparison to those of his comrades , whom he watches down the bittersweet rice wine , shouting in a forced mirth . ( perhaps they yell to wash out the cries of the dead ? if that is the case , takasugi chooses to listen , to hear every bone crack and heartbeats cease . ) but amidst the chaos of inebriated soldiers and chirping of courtesans , his ears follow the ebb and flow of the song , a requiem born from nimble fingers striking silk strings .

              perhaps it is the painted crimson bow of her curved lips , the feathered lashes extending slyly from burnt amber eyes -- it remains a true wonder that the rowdy men are not entranced with the musician . perhaps he’s shameless , for speaking up in the middle of her performance , but it’s not as if anyone can hear her over the commotion , anyways .

   ‘ a somber song for a night of celebration ? ’ little care in his voice , he hardly addresses her , drawing smoke from his pipe and remaining seated , a few feet away from her . ‘ is it ignorance , perhaps ? or are you trying to say something -- even when no one would bother to listen ? ’ @bellidyr