#chaieos

[sangsorrow]

um, hey, uh. have you considered moon ?

( @chaieos )

“ not really after her 'n nice broke up. i'll consider ya though. ”

[svpernovae]

the people have spoken, mydeimos, i'm the top.

"the top nuisance? yeah"

[lumoire-archived]

                      how many hours had slipped by as they lingered 'pon that cold stone bench beneath the darkening sky? vil no longer bothered to count.  he recalled one of their earliest encounters:  the way his voice had spoken in disdain as he chastised the other for such a tragic negligence of skin care.  the sunlight had already begun to leave its marks 'pon rook's face  —  such lovely,  such refined bone structure  —  how dare he allow it to damage it like this?  a waste of beauty is a crime vil could never forgive.  

                      and yet,  to his faint astonishment,  rook had not merely endured the scolding  —  he had welcomed it.  basked in vil's concern.  the absurd man had practically delighted in being subjected to vil's exasperated affections.  at least he had listened.  not that vil would have ceased his ceaseless prodding if he hadn't.  

                      others in pomefiore often whispered that rook was a peculiar one  —  eccentric and enigmatic.  vil would never dispute that claim.  rook was strange,  yes,  but not unpleasantly so.  there was a kind of brutal clarity to his oddity.  rook's frankness was almost scandalously refreshing.   

                      there is something inherently indulgent in the way rook hovered about him in devotion.  it stirred something in vil's chest  —  something selfish,  something he would never name aloud but allowed himself to savour nonetheless.  a subtle smile tugging at the corner of his lips,  betraying his satisfaction as he asks:   ❝   are you not going to escort me to my room, @chaieos ?  ❞

[sentmail]

non-verbal angst prompts | @chaieos :

[ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound. from rufus !

By all accounts, he'd done his job, a shield for the bloodline that owned him, flesh to be sacrificed when even the Internal Affairs Department and its suits proved to be too expensive to replace.

Because no mere human would be able to react fast enough, or be able to withstand the blow delivered, while maintaining the vice-president's own integrity.

Kunsel does, however, end up staining the man's pristine white clothes, and as blood and mako leaves him to smear acros the vice-president's visage Kunsel can only wince and wonder if the dry-cleaning's going to come out of his check.

The bullet was lodged somewhere in him still, he could feel it, slowed and wrapped up in his viscera and sinew, not able to tear through him as easily as any other person — the reason for his formal looking atire: they couldn't know a SOLDIER was in the area.

Immediate commotion follows as Kunsel takes the hit, the Turks scattered around them quick to locate and deal with the would be assassin. He manages to keep standing for a considerable amount of time, but he's filled with the awareness that the bullet must've nicked a lung because breathing was starting to become a chore.

But it is only once the commotion dies down, area secured, that Kunsel stumbles, the de-escalated situation a seeming switch signifying he can finally relax — say what you will about SOLDIERs, but they will keep fighting and remain at attention for as long as necessary.

His vision swims, and from one moment to the next, he's laid out on the floor, hands pressing down on top of his own where he'd been gripping his wound.

Bolas, he didn't mean to pass out.

Thoughts immediately run to a possible failure on his part, what if there was another shooter? His head would've been on a spike for getting Shinra Jr. killed just cause he got a little case of massive internal bleeding. "... It won't happen again," even if he didn't particularly look too great, Kunsel made this point clear by this immediate attempt to get up. Successful, but looked painful, from the grimace to the way he hunched over to one side. "I should escort you to your vehicle."

[ardenssolis]

send me 🕯️to hear my character’s inner thoughts about your character; accepting || @chaieos

🕯️ — rufus haha teehee

     ❝WHEN I FIRST SAW the young Shinra, I had thought he was pleasant on the eyes. Standing next to his father, it was clear who would draw my gaze in that room. Of course, because he is a Shinra, he is insufferable by default. Good looks can only get one so far unless that individual is me, naturally, and so from the moment he opened his mouth, I have fantasized about stuffing it with a balled up cloth just so he would cease his talking. Tch, that smirk is the worst of it since it constantly exudes arrogance in droves. I would like to know why he keeps calling for me in particular when there are others who can be his little ‘yes’ men. As flattering as that would be with anyone else to be at the forefront of their thoughts, when it comes to him, it is an automatic migraine.❞

[lumoire-a]

         ❝   dear child,  would you like to give it a try  ?   ❞            tiefling questions as she lowers the book that she has been reading with their youngest companion.  far too young to face such grim fate.  zhera made certain to check on @chaieos as often as possible and reading a bedtime story is no different.  beckoning both the dog and the owlbear cub to come closer to her tent,   ❝   repeat after me and do exactly as i do   ❞   before carefully showing her the incantation to talk with their beloved animal companions residing at their campsite.  

[soulgathered-archived]

"I could always stab you again if you want" they might be slightly upset over vere getting a soulless before them.

|| @chaieos .

[annjiru]

❝  Now  why  are  you  out  here  alone  in  the  cold  ?  ❞  he  begins,  approaching  the  young  socialite  standing  alone  on  the  balcony.  It  made  sense  for  Angeal  to  seek  a  moment  of  repose  in  the  midst  of  rowdy  holiday  festivities,  but  he  didn't  think  he'd  see  Rufus  out  here  as  well.  ❝  Shouldn't  you  be  in  there  celebrating  ?  You  are  the  guest  of  honor,  after  all.  ❞  

@chaieos (for rufus)