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[hxgure]

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[asterialight]

    Weeks had come to pass since her first encounter with the disturbed child she had befriended. Since then she was sure to meet with him frequently, away from the prying eyes of those who claimed ownership of him. The bite of mid-winter had driven them from their usual meeting place, an old park tucked away from the urban streets, to the cozy warmth of a cafe that sat on the outskirts of the city.

    Painted finger nails drum idly against a window sill as she watches the gloom of morning from behind glass. The sky is smothered in silver clouds that throw shadows across the streets, and the snowfall drifted to earth in a slow, mournful dance. Such Somber sights such usually evoke placid feelings in her, but Rosalina finds herself feeling restless.

    She had exchanged her celestial grandeur for a more unassuming appearance; her hair had been woven into a brain down her back, and her navy dress-coat and dark stockings gave the impression that she was affected by the wintry weather, allowing her to take a place among the masses. It was her hope that she had taken the necessary steps to keep from being noticed by the unsavory company Mikhail kept.

    Her gaze flickers from the window to the boy, who sits across from her, delighting in the assortment of pastries she had purchased for him. It was still early--much too early for him to be eating so many sweets, but she wanted him in a particularly good mood for the time being. All of their time spent building rapport had been leading up to this day, the moment she would reveal her proposition to him. No one could ever salvage the past he had lost, but if he would allow it, she could save his life.

   ❝Mikhail,❞ she smiles when she speaks his name, her voice low and honeyed. Any trace her lingering worries were concealed behind the veil of serenity that she wore so well. Her unease manifests in more subtle ways; her constant questions, her heavy sighs, the way she gazes out the window as if she were looking for someone--or rather, looking to see if someone was looking for them. Mikhail could assure her many times over, but she can never bring herself to assume he was safe at any moment. ❝You weren’t followed here, correct?❞

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Link had every intention of resting at an inn for the night, but he’s feeling restless again. By midnight, the Dueling Peaks loom over him, reaching for the waxing moon overhead. The waters of Squabble River sing murmur a quiet song with a chorus of unseen crickets, leaving him feeling placid. Softly, he laughs to himself, remembering the days when the night was something he had some measure of anxiousness towards. The crisp, calm in the air made those memories seem so distant. 

He is perhaps, too easy-going on that night, in fact. For quite some time he’s had a string of smooth victories over the foes he’s encountered. He grows stronger every day, and the land is becoming familiar to him again. It’s in his nature to remain vigilant in these wild lands, but occasionally he lets that readiness slip, and settles into security.

Suddenly, his footfall comes to a halt. The wind has carried a distant sound to him—a wounded animal perhaps? Link’s leisurely gait picks up to a jog, and it soon becomes clear that the cries he hears originate from a human…a young one. Concern furrows his brow, his eyes darting around his surroundings as he advances along the banks of the river. It isn’t long before he spots a small figure hunched along the base of the northernmost half of the split mountain.

Without a second thought he’s in the water, crossing the river to investigate. A child outside of a village or a stable is a strange sight to behold in this day and age. It wasn’t safe for most full grown adults to trek across the land with the overbearing presence of monsters around every bend. A child certainly wouldn’t be able to survive for very long without a guardian protecting them. Most didn’t even bother taking the risk of traveling with their young, which made this child’s appearance all the more peculiar.

“Hey…” Link calls gently upon reaching land, but the child doesn’t respond or nor does he look up from his hands. Naturally, his sobbing pulls at Link’s heartstrings, prompting him to kneel down so that he level with the boy.  Slowly, he places a hand on the boy’s head, hoping to make it clear that he has no intention of bringing him any harm.“Do you live nearby? I can help you find your folks…”

[hxgure]

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Someone was very eager for round three and it wasn’t the deaf Tagged, even if spilling blood could be a little enticing. It seemed incapacitating the brat last time didn’t seem to discourage him from stirring up more trouble with him. They never learn, hardly anyone ever did. The blatant thirst for blood was something familiar. Their nature was similar to one of beasts, savage beasts that relied on instinct.

Both of them were no different.

Still, he wouldn’t give in easily to what the kid wanted. Safest option was to simply ignore him– ignore him until things got violent. Nicolas simply spared a moment to fix a gaze on the boy, almost as if he were to acknowledge him only to tear his gaze away, seemingly preoccupied with people watching. Almost as if he never noticed the shorty, even if he was blatantly disregarding his presence. Messing with the kid a bit.

‘Speaking of kids, gotta drop by Theo’s to see Nina. Been a while.’

[tokarevshot-blog]

I could keep you safe. They’re all afraid of me

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The other boy, seemingly around his age, surely sounded confident in his words; so much that they were said with a smile on his face. Toi found that to be just a little unsettling, but he knows he really isn’t in a place to judge him. 

Considering his little side job, he was more than aware that he wasn’t the only youngster involved in such activities, but he felt far more comfortable doing it all alone - having a partner, especially one so young like him, was something new for the gangster.

“So you know how to throw a punch? Because I’m not looking for a fight tonight.”

[nanpoghan]

❛   you look a little over your head here,  don’t you think?  ❜  staring at the child,  he was surprised to see someone that reminded him so much of himself at such a young age. it wasn’t just the rough look that the kid bore,  but also the surprising amount of rage in such a small body --- if anyone knew anything about a rough childhood,  it was certainly him.  he could sympathize with a child that was so keen on violence;  it was all too familiar to him.  

        ❛  what are you tryin’ to do here?  ❜  nino asks,  avoiding offering his help so blatantly,  and yet he wasn’t there to be this kid’s enemy either  --  he saw himself far too clearly in the smaller to try  &  stop him.

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[bcnriya]

Oiii! Old man, give me candy!

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“…”

Does he dare deny the murder spawn? Yes, yes he does.

“No. Does it look like I carry candy on me?”

[agirlinhell]

“ tell me, which one is worse? living or dying first? ”

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“ Big words for a boy, ” she murmurs, crossing her legs as she sat across from the boy wrapped up in what appeared to be a straitjacket so he wouldn’t be able to move. Theo and Nic made sure of that ever since the attack on Bastard. She’d seen the way this boy, a few years older than Tenn, cleave through a Twilight’s body with his bare hands and was even able to overpower Galahad. This boy... his eyes are like blood moons. Blood Child. Death Child. A warning omen to the people. Though, she had to wonder at the authenticity of this plan - was it really wise to let this ravenous boy who lusted for blood stay in the clinic where he could threaten Twilights and possibly spill their secrets to an enemy, whomever this boy was working for? Clementine had been investigating the case.

There was no way in hell that this boy and the woman called Erica were simply doing this for fun – well… perhaps Mikhail was, but Erica? No, no… her visage was void of feeling, only duty charged her veins.

She’d only come to the clinic to have AJ assigned new Celebrer pills, and to restock on her own, but she would stay no longer, she would not have Mikhail influence her boy. Golden hues gazed at him, expression unreadable, surprised that he was able to speak properly after having been a nervous wreck for the last few days.

“I guess living, if you think about it. Life is cruel but it’s most cruelest to the weak and the suffering.” She answers his question, leaving it at that, her hues never once leaving the boy. Mikhail, gift from God... hm.

“ Tell me … who did you fight for ? The woman, Erica ? The bitch abandoned you - as everyone else in your group has. All you have is your life,” she unravels a KitKat bar wrapper and snaps it in half. “If you tell me the truth, you’ll get a sweet.” An innocent smile was thrown his way before she holds it patiently in her hands. She would get to the bottom of this, one way or another, all for Doug, all for AJ, and all for Benriya, even if it meant manipulation.