#convo:aria

[thiskryptonite]

@ariafcwn

August set the candles about the room as he drew the shades and double checked all the locks on the doors. Bones. Was what August had decided to name the Hellhound, and it curled up now on the kitchen floor - snoozing and waiting hungrily for breakfast. The apartment was in its transfixed state, not an object out of place as he sank into the circle on the floor. His book of ceremonies levitated beside him, open to the page on dream walking as he whispered the incantation across the pieces he’d collected that would tie him to Aria’s dreams. 

She wasn’t expecting him, so this was going to be interesting. August sat on his knees and leaned back, eyes towards the pale moonlight that filtered through the curtains, heavy lids drew him down as he felt the sensation of sinking back, like falling through vacant space. August  planned out the landscape he intended to bring about with him, it wasn’t necessary, but he didn’t particularly want to see whatever Aria was dreaming about at this time of night. 

Light rolled over the hill as the Blood Tree bloomed cherry blossoms that seemed to dance across the Forest of Eyes. It looked decidedly less frightening absolved of the mist and barren limbs, the gnarled roots became inviting chairs, the normally gray sky was full and blue. One black cloud, especially puffy with scarlet hues, floated down from the sky, carrying the ambitious young witch upon it. August came upon Aria shortly thereafter, he’d wanted to give her time to get reacquainted with her surroundings. He smiled, glad that he hadn’t accidentally made her head melt in upon itself. “Hey nerd.” 

[ofinfernofire]

Jasper sat in the centre of the greenery in the town square. He was only wearing shorts as not too long ago he’d been in a huge fight with a few guys who were dead now somewhere near the falls. Jasper though, in the midst of night was sat here attempting the yoga thing, trying to breathe amongst all the rage in his head and body. To find the serenity among the storm. His body not yet healed as of how recent it was but breathed in and breathed out. His body painted in brushes of red including his face; battered and bruised  A presence approaching, he could feel it and his brown eyes awoke open as he looks up at the woman he’d been at the bar with a few days ago now. “You’ve caught me at a weird time.” he chuckled. At least, trying to keep up that facade image for a little longer when he’d already planned what he was going to do at this moment despite the slow healing process was taking action. “Please, you can take a seat.”

@splinteredsinner

[thiskryptonite]

@ariafcwn

August’s text had been pretty clear, he stood now outside of Herbs & Hexes and rocked absently on his heels with his hands in his pockets. Night would be upon them soon, but there was still an hour of daylight left, time still to venture into the belly of the beast: the home of Philippe Ballard. August mused at the thought, his attention more towards the inevitable task that the Regium vampire would have he and his newfound cousin carry-out. Apparently it was strange to Aria that Philippe had contacted August first, in retrospect, it seemed a bit odd to him, as well. August was the thief, after all, but he would not pretend to understand the inner-workings of whatever complicated history existed between Aria and Philippe.

It did him some good, putting his hands to some use, he’d spent the afternoon preparing a repertoire of spell works that would hopefully serve him through the events that were to follow. While August was surprised at how long Philippe waited to call, he could not be offended, after all, August himself had been busy. Since his last encounter with the regium, the witch had been fortuitous indeed. His eyes, trained firmly forward, where once August had allowed glib distractions to deter him, he’d become resolute in his pursuits.

“You look terrible.” August breezed, teasing. “Are you ready?”

[askdollface]

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?” (Aria - malfoysxthexname)

Kila eyed the newcomer with some trepidation. Not fear, just trying to place her. The girl obviously wasn’t hurting for money, judging by her clothes, and as she wasn’t in some sort of ridiculous caped outfit, she likely wasn’t a hero.

Kila considered the possibility of having more criminal friends. Or at least summon to funnel financial resources into her family’s business.

“Waitin’ for a shipment,” she crossed her arms, “what about you?” @malfoysxthexname

[augustinerevenge]

When you're a vampire like Enzo without rules or much sense of morality when it came to his kills, you go for whatever you can get your hands on. Hunters were on his case which meant he had to do what he needed. Get rid of them. A hunter's bloody heart in his scarlet dyed hand, blood around his lips and heads tore clean off, to anyone, Enzo's a nightmare in broad daylight. Turning around he could only grin at Aria who he hadn't seen in felt like an eternity since his re-imprisonment. "Well, well, well" The cocky British smirk makes an appearance. "If it isn't my favourite mistress of darkness.” He dropped the heart to the ground. The weapons of hunters scattered across the floor. “ Hello, love." 

@splinteredsinner

[thesadist-trenton-blog]

To: Aria

From: Trenton

This is just a really, really early Christmas present for next year. Yeah.

Fluorite