#carminewill

[helreginn]

@carminewill stopped on Gjallarbru.

"I bet you can't," Hel gestured, pointing the tips of all her fingers towards her mouth, "Fit it all in there." A dare she would lose quickly and gracefully. Only trying to goad him, not best him.

[cartelheir]

funny enough, pat had never thought of herself as a survivor before this. her career is dangerous, but she's not the one doing the dirtiest jobs, and for most of the time she's managed to avoid the worst of it ━━ protected first by a powerful father, then a powerful husband. and even when thinking of the instances of violence she's lived through, survivor isn't the first word that comes to mind. she was not given a chance to fight for her survival back then. she simply got lucky.

" do you mean our line of business? " she might not know the extent of noriko's involvement with the criminal underworld, but she'd been a part of that meeting not too long before all of this started; the two of them the only women in a room full of important, dangerous people.

" chishiya? " pat knows he's generally not well-liked, but she'd never thought of their friendship as a risk to herself, or that others could group her in with his actions if they were angry at him. " i think it's fine. it's not like i'm jumping into fire to defend him. if he's got a problem with someone, i'm sure he can handle himself. "

@carminewill ; cont.

[ofcrossroads]

a softer world. || @carminewill

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ ( serpent & weisz )

He hums contentedly, eyes sliding to their corners as she occupies the empty seat beside him. “ Always, if it's yours. ” He responds with unnecessary suave that's sure to come off as performed. Reaching a hand to his glass, Weisz draws a finger along the edge of his mostly empty glass.

“ I was about to order dessert if you want to share. ”

[ofcrossroads]

a softer world. || @carminewill

❛ fake happiness beats genuine misery. ❜ ( Serpent & Celine )

Cupping her hand on her chin, Celine only smiled at the thought. Was that true? Maybe to some. Pretty little lies could be merciful after all. But lies and falsehoods would so often lead someone to ruin. She canted her head then, amusement keen in her eyes.

“ Do you know from experience? ” Curious. Celine couldn't say she had a preference between the options. “ I don't think the happiness is fake, only the circumstances. There's a difference. An important once. ”

[ofcrossroads]

a softer world. || @carminewill

❛ i cannot see where i want to go, only that i want the going.❜ ( Kazutora & Mitsuya for Bonten )

Years had passed since Toman disbanded. Kazutora had been out of the picture for even longer. No memories. No shared space. Takashi had started his own career. The same was true for most of their shared friends and acquaintances, if Kazutora might even call them that. Hard to blame him for those words when he didn't get to drive along the same paths they followed.

Exhaling, Takashi frowned as he folded his arms over his chest. He didn't have answers. At least, not answers that might help Kazutora. It took Draken's push for Takashi to find the courage to even pursue his own passions. He'd be a hypocrite to think he had any profound advice.

“ I'm guessing the pet shop's too confining for you then? ” The comment held no direction. A mere observational note. “ I think you could use a break from town. From the sound of it, there's not much left for you here. ”

[wellfell]

❝ you  don’t  want  to  get  hurt,  do  you .ᐣ  ❞ (from Saiko, being terrible as usual 😌 )

saiko must be a year younger than akina , or two . she's the girl akina used to be in high school ─ confident and dangerous , the girl everyone adored but her family . though she doubts saiko is loved by anyone but the militants around here , and her owner , niragi . akina doesn't cross paths with them . she's a bomb , quietly ticking until the time comes and she can explode . for now , akina is just ticking . she glares up at the girl with a clenched jaw , seated on a sofa with blood staining her skin . small splashes down her chest , the curve of her shoulder . militants are apparently allowed to dress more modestly , since they're allowed to carry guns . when no answers come . saiko's weapon comes to the scene and akina blinks , breaks her death glare and mumbles quietly ; ‘ i didn't find the cards .. i didn't see any when i left the game area . ‘ spades game , not akina's favorite . she's a heart queen after all , spades are fit for people like aguni and his lackeys . one hand reaches out up to wipe her cheek with the back of it , smearing the blood on her cheek as she glances sideways . at the new boy ─ blonde , keeps glancing at saiko and niragi like he knows something . ‘ him though ? why don't you go ask him ? or search me . i'm not wearing much anyway . ‘ her eyes roll .

📺 * american psycho. accepting

[crue11]

❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ( Fasai & Korn no i didn't forget i had her shhh )

it wasn't a good idea . in his mind , in that moment , there wasn't any other option but to grab tonkla's hand and run - run away , where nobody could find them . nobody but her , it seems . she was always good at it , seeing him , finding him , piercing him with her gaze . fasai stood way above him now , considering the fact that he was on the run and hiding a man who has killed two people . and she ? she was still rich , beautiful , authoritative . korn's jaw tightens slightly , watching her gesture to the chair in front of her to sit down . two men stood either side of her , ready to shoot if he did something wrong . tonkla was hidden away , he was pretty sure nobody could find him . fasai still answered his text when he asked for help . * ' can we see each other ? i need your help . ' her father was dead , she must be mourning . but what korn needed was information , he needed his car keys and the keys to the beach house they owned . fasai and him , the one in china , the one fasai gave him for their one month anniversary . he shifts slightly in his seat , lets the waiter pour him some water . ‘ thank you for accepting my - invitation . ‘ his throat bobs as he swallows , hands on his lap . on edge , anyone could recognize him with a bare face even though the camera videos were blurry . the one he was kissing tonkla's forehead in . korn finally looks at her , and smiles . ‘ you look good .. as usual . ‘

* silence prompts. accepting

[crue11]

COMFORT is not something very familiar to Ran Yi, let alone how it might be offered. It takes demons a long time to learn such things ; water demons even longer when it is rarer among their kind. There's no debt to be repaid because he'd never asked for Zhao Yuanzhou's company in his own muddied chaos. Ran Yi appears of his own volition. Doesn't say anything immediately; a clever fish never rushes in but tests to see if company will be accepted or not by presence alone before he dares to move closer.

" I thought I might find you here. " He finally says softly ; his voice little more than a gentle ripple in the peaceful atmosphere. Doesn't greet with teasing or offhand commentary because it's not his style ; settles for sitting near while respecting the other's space. It's an UNFORTUNATE realization that the older demon himself enlightened Ran Yi towards - that sometimes company is best on the darkest days. Even if it's silent company, or not. He'll listen if the other wants to speak, an ear to hear stories if the other should choose. It is harder in the since that Ran Yi knows rather little about the one whose loss is mourned, but maybe the effort is enough to show the other he's not so alone as it might feel.

it was here ; the day all yuanzhou could do was to watch him disappear into the dark bark of the tree . he knew li lun wasn't inside this tree at the moment , just the shell of his mortal form that must have decayed along with his bones and everything . his soul was elsewhere — demons don't have the right to be gifted with the blessing of clean reincarnation , their sins wouldn't be washed away in their next life . and without his yaoli , yuanzhou knew he had no chance to track him down if he was reincarnated anyway . seated on the snowy ground , hands limp and delicate on his lap , gaze fixed ahead yet not oblivious to the fish who drew closer in curiosity ; then sympathy . it's odd to have company when he's feeling less mischievous and elegant , less like the pale ape that crawled down the mountains just to cause chaos among the living . his memory of those ancient times isn't fresh , therefore he settles for thinking that he used to be a very elegant creature . how did ran yi know he came here ? the old guardian's death was a happy news spread along the ones that carried demon blood , sure , but fish demons usually don't bring their heads out of the water to listen to the livelier demons . ones that abhorred li lun's guts . the radiance of the yellow flower is a contrast to his dark attire , twirling merrily between paled fingers as the older one allows a soft twitch of his lips . ‘ i thought i was the one who acted like humans . ‘ sympathy , needing company when you're feeling lost and helpless - all human traits that yuanzhou had developed because he was always too curious about the humans . other demons weren't as enthusiastic as he was about them , especially these elusive fishy ones . ‘ here . ‘ the yellow flower trembles with the touch of cold wind as it's raised to be placed upon ran yi's thigh . ‘ flowers for the dead .. that's also a human thing to do , no ? he hated that . ‘ his eyes gleam with a lazy kind of playfulness , it's almost youthful , unlike the gaze that bore into ran yi's . ‘ i wish not to anger my old friend , so have it . ‘