#chromatiica

[othunderous]

this is something he could never have foreseen, something he would have never guessed. again and again he finds himself coming back here, back to indie. before his journey to better days had truly begun he’d found her, and now— it seems he never wants to leave. why would he? whenever his mind begins to mirror the tempest he is physically capable of, her presence calms it. so here he is, lounging about on her couch, idly flipping through the channels on the television, when he hears the pelting of rain against the roof & window. thor looks to the window with its fading light, replaced with a dull grey. “oh,” he notes aloud— intentionally he sounds uninterested, knowing that she will be, “looks like a storm is coming. i swear it’s not me.” / @chromatiica

[butscrewmefirst]

❝ you are -- beautiful. ❞

@chromatiica gets a starter!

[alwaysrevvedup]

* are you out of your fucking mind? @chromatiica

“Y’know,” Eddie huffs as he heaves himself up on the side of the elevated DJ booth, “that’s a valid question.” Although to fully understand the context, we have to BE KIND AND REWIND to ten minutes prior when he hit the dance floor.  The place is Sound Nightclub, located on North Los Palmas Ave in Hollywood. Normally, this club was known for house music, EDM. But lately, there’s been a switch up in the programming: themed nights showcasing other genres of music. Tonight is metal, and Corroded Coffin has been personally invited to perform live later in the night. For now, Eddie and the rest of the boys are enjoying the energy of the place.  Lanterns and strips of light dance and change color with the beat, and the large dance floor is completely crowded with moshing metalheads and others that are jumping and stomping along with the music. It’s when they’re making their way through the crowd that Eddie glances upward at the night’s DJ. He freezes in his tracks, being jostled by the people around him.  Whoever she is---her energy is really electric. Her hair whips through the air as she dances and headbangs along to the track, feeling every crash of the drums and scream of the guitar. His eyes feel magnetized to her as he watches and, perhaps, ogles those cut off leather shorts and the cropped Metallica shirt she’s wearing over a ripped fishnet top. 

“Where are you going?” Gareth calls over the noise as Eddie shoves his jacket into his bandmate’s hands. He doesn’t get an answer as their front man makes a beeline for the DJ booth. Though once Eddie gets there, he realizes there’s no way up to her from this vantage point. In a reckless, split second decision, he hooks a foot into the metal scaffolding supporting the booth and starts to climb until he reaches the tippy top---and he manages to scare her.  NOW, we’re caught up. 

He heaves a breathless laugh, knowing she probably can’t hear him. Once his lungs are filled, he belts, “I LOVE YOUR SHIRT!” In the wings of the surrounding balconies, security is already swarming, ready to throw out the invited talent for the night. 

[hiveruled-moved]

@chromatiica asked: 12.  SAFEGUARD :  for one muse to save the other from being hit by a vehicle or from some other life-threatening event.

The bite of the cool night air assaults what little of his skin is exposed as he steps out of the supermarket with a plastic bag in tow. After stepping onto the sidewalk, Kai begins his trek back home. It was minutes into it with not much going on in the realm of interesting people watching until he spotted someone venturing out into the street to cross over onto his side, OBLVIOUS to an oncoming car clearly disregarding the speed limit.

Without wasting another precious moment of time, Kai drops the bag onto the ground and runs up to her, thankful she was in arms reach by the time he got to her. The cerulean-haired male's hands grasp onto the back of her shirt and her arm, YANKING her onto the sidewalk with him as the car whizzes past in the exact spot she would've still been at. " Fucking asshole! " Kai uselessly curses out the driver, flipping them a prominent middle finger that they also wouldn't be aware of. " You alright? " He lets go of her and turns his attention back to the woman that NARROWLY escaped her death, or at the very least a decent amount of serious injury.

[ameeperduee]

@chromatiica Latrelle was a traveler, while it wasn't in the job description it might as well be. It was easier to pick victims in a city far away from her own home. Plus shitty deadbeat cops never looked very far outside of the city where people were reported missing anyway. But for now, this trip was strictly for pleasure and to scope out new ways to freshen up her own club. Latrelle made good money hosting fight clubs but she was always looking for new ways to freshen up the look of the club.

PLANET CHROMATICA read the sign. Stepping in was like taking a breath of fresh air. The atmosphere was free and fun. Like she could finally let loose, let go of this mask she had been holding up all night, and finally be herself. Seemed like she arrived just in time too. Everyone was in high spirits and a performance just began. As soon as the singer opened her mouth.. Latrelle was taken back. Brown eyes watched in awe as she listened. Apart of her wanting to join in the crowds screaming to cheer on this stranger.. the other part of her wanted them to shut up so she could soak up the aroma of the voice of the other.

[mhunster]

                                     ↪     𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪 ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ 𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑳   . 

@chromatiica​ asked: the truth is , i’ve never seen a mouth that i would kill to kiss .

                    EDDIE   FELT   HIMSELF   HUM,   NODDING   HIS   HEAD   SLOWLY,   CHOCOLATE   HUES   aimlessly   looking   forward.   Jaw   was   clenched,   opposite   hand   played   with   his   rings   on   the   other   hand.   It   was   an   anxious   habit.   The   metal   head   wasn’t   so   sure   about   love.   In   the   sense   that   he   wasn’t   so   sure   if   he   would   find   it   in   life.   If   so,   not   in   this   small   town.   A   small   town   that   deemed   him   a   freak.   That   was   fine   with   him,   though.   A   funny   title   for   being   different.   Despite   carefree   attitude   towards   it,   deep   down,   words   stuck   to   his   core.   He   ignored   those   feelings.   

               AFTER   A   WHILE,   EDDIE   TURNED   TO   HIS   DEAR   FRIEND.   LIPS   pulled   upwards   in   a   small   smile.   He   let   go   of   his   ringed   fingers,   head   tilted   to   the   side,   wild   locks   following   the   movement,   “   Hard   to   find   lips   like   that   in   a   town   like   this   one...   ”   he   leaned   towards   her,   bumping   their   shoulders   together.

[playindndarchive]

@chromatiica​  :      “ i had to do that… just once. “

send in “ i had to do that… just once. “ for the sender, having learned that the receiver might no longer be in their life (due to a pending deadly mission, moving to another country, etc.), to suddenly approach the receiver and pull them in for a passionate kiss, revealing their unspoken feelings for the receiver in the process.  (aka u slow-burn fans are in for a TREAT!)

Eddie  was  stunned,  too  stunned  to  kiss  Indigo  back  right  away.  Both  hands  were  in  the  air  to  either  side  of  him,  until  it  actually  sunk  in.  Indigo  was  kissing  him,  but  it  had  come  out  nowhere.  It  wasn’t  until  she  started  to  pull  away  that  he  suddenly  realised  he  needed  to  react.  So  he  kissed  her  back,  hands  finding  her  hips  to  pull  her  with  the  most  subtle  of  pulls.  Their  lips  lingered  for  a  few  more  moments  before  they  broke  apart.  Eddie  didn’t  look  any  less  stunned,  maybe  even  a  little  more  confused  than  he  had  been  to  begin  with.   “ You  planning  on  running  out  on  me? ”   Eddie  knew  enough  to  know  she  moved  around  a  lot.  Never  in  one  place  for  too  long.  “ Only  I  wish  you’d  done  that  sooner  if  you  are. ”

[marblewon]

TEXTING MEMES. — ( accepting. )

chromatiica asked: ❓ ———— you get.... an awkward text !!

[     TEXT :: Indie     ]: I left something at your place. [     TEXT :: Indie     ]: I need it back. [     TEXT :: Indie     ]: ...I can’t remember your address. [     TEXT :: Indie     ]: Send it again?