#curmoritor

[nulltune]

@curmoritor OMG QUINN NOOOOOOOOOO

anyways....

[sunribs]

ꕤ   .     ᐟ     @curmoritor   .          ❀  ˖  °     koemi   .

THE LAND IS COLD, violent, waiting in hand for death ; it comes easily & without fear. & humans are so bold, brave in the eyes of a blank face with no mouth, brave in the face of silence & blackness. this feeling she knows is intensely private, resigned yet desperate, aching yet numb. her people name her of cold snow, ice on the roofs of their homes. hope is dangerous in the hands of a people who believe hope could warm their hopes like a contained fire. koemi thinks of it CLUELESS ; a foolish man reaches for hope like fire, & there is no hope in this forever winter. blizzards eat hope like fire do woodland. ( ALL CONSUMING, ALL DEVOURING. ) & she is an apparition, quiet & unmeasured steps through the snow, eyes both scanning the land, sympathy heavy in her chest & watering her ice flowers. the luxury of pity, she cannot give it to her foolish people but they didn't need it. they find it as useless as she does.

[tomoshibi]

@curmoritor : Owen has been staring at the back of Shylock's neck for a while now- All she's been doing is washing the glasses at her bar. Maybe he's a little tipsy... but he can't help himself and before he knows it, he is biting her right on the back of her neck. (sorry he is never normal)

Shylock is oblivious, obviously; focused far too much on the monotonous task before her. One might question why she even does it herself, why not use magic? But there's something so cathartic about it, standing there with her hair down and parted over her shoulders and her shawl tossed to the side, sleeves rolled up, washing each glass with the perfect precision she demands of her establishment.

She doesn't notice Owen is there, not really... She's aware but it's something distant, separate to her task, in the background. She picks up the next glass and —

' Ah! ' Immediately drops it, breaking it in the sink. Did Owen — bite her?! Like some kind of animal?! Well, it's not like Shylock should be surprised. Or unused to it. But still! Jerking away she holds her hand against the nape of her neck and turns a frustrated expression to Owen. Though, look deep enough and it's tinged with a touch of amusement. ' Can you not control yourself? '

[solivcgant]

@curmoritor

when he agreed to watch owen's children, he thought it would be a SIMPLE play video games and tire the kids out type of day. instead, he found himself surrounded by animals-- "uh-- do animals usually gather around the kids?"

[darabeatha]

@curmoritor​​​​ asked for a match ! X

                                  ❝ I consider myself quite lucky so why don’t you start first? You are my guest today so it would only make sense, wouldn’t it? ❞

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[nulltune]

unprompted,  always accepting !   @curmoritor  ♡

❛   owe  ...  cup ?   ❜       several syllables were lost there,  but  ——  owen in a cup.  it's owen in a cup ...  eh ?       ❛   i'm not sure what's going on,  but it's ...  a change of pace to see owen like this.   ❜       docile—  or more like,  contained.  albeit a nui of the wizard rather than owen himself,  but still !   carefully holding the cup with one hand and stroking that little felt hat of his with the other,  hakuno wonders just what to make of this situation ...

[nulltune]

hey, hakuno, are you baby girl material?

❛   hey,  hey.   ❜       voice is a flat monotone  ——  what a contrast with what would've been a cheerful greeting.       ❛   i am much too old to be called a baby,  but i am a girl.  that much is obvious,  isn't it ?   ❜       answered easily,  it takes her a second to realize—  ah.  what that term is referring to is probably ...

... !

❛   ... most certainly not.   ❜

[tomoshibi]

' ... Faust isn't sharing. ' Comes the quiet response as she wipes her mouth, casting as close to a frown as Faust is capable of towards her. @curmoritor.