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‘its four o’clock in the fucking morning.’
꧁poetry sentence starters꧂ accepting.
✝ ———- ❝ right . so i’ll be going to bed soon . ❞ apathetic ; he cracks his knuckles , vaguely aware of her tone but willingly ignorant of her pain .
❝ i can’t go & pick it up … so you go —– ❞ he can’t resist —- sue him . ❝ fetch . ❞
🎀- Does your muse like to accessorize? What are their favorite pieces of accessories?
JANE’S ACCESSORIES . She’s got several go - to pieces ! Studded belts , belt chains , chunky bracelets , ring chokers , patches , pins , and occasionally , steampunk - esque / round and colourfully tinted sunglasses . Her style can fluctuate a lot , sometimes she opts to wear dresses in a more “ kinderwhore ” fashion , but a majority of the time , she looks pretty damn punk .
UNUSUAL QUESTIONS : ACCEPTING .
❝ ——How absolutely vile. ❞ She liked it. Though blood would have sufficed better.
@curseinfect
If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?
questions for the mun about the muse || ( accepting !! )
I think what I’d really, really want to tell V is to not let the past drag him down - the way that I’m writing him, he bears the sins and guilt of Vergil for Vergil’s sake, and it’s something that’s been weighing him down heavily. While yes, V and Vergil were both part of one whole before, when everything happened, they’re now two separate beings.
Carry your own burdens, but let Vergil carry his. And don’t be afraid to reach out if the burden you carry is too much; you’ve accepted your human-ness, so cry if you need to. Weep. Reach out and don’t be afraid to see the ones who’s supported you when you were dying before. They might be shocked, they might be angry, but I’m sure, at the end of the day, they would be glad to see that you’re still around.
Please V. Take care of your mental health.
@curseinfect: ( cont. from x )
Interrupted rumination grates previously fragile nerves ; one quick snap && lycanthrope would seal ‘ nothers fate. Ginger never a creature for providing other’s comfort, she’d bore her viridian gaze ‘ pon the male ( Cut him to the bone. ) —— “ Hope you’re not insinuating that I am arrogant. Because my hubris isn’t the only thing that can be a bitch. ” Simper curls ‘ gainst curvature of rose maw , vocals lying ‘ neath blanketed venom.
Seth had been picking chunks of vampire out of his hair as he’d made his slow gait away from the meat-packing factory, already looking worse for the wear when the remark had slipped past his lips. He didn’t know why he’d uttered it, or what had prompted such a comment-- surely it had little to do with the stranger he’d been passing, and more to do with his attempt to flee the city before he was caught back up with, something muttered under his breath about hindsight. But now that she’d mentioned it…. The older man turned back around, jaw twitching in irritation. “Who the fuck said I was talkin’ to you, huh? You think you can beat my night, with the one I’ve been havin’? ‘Cause I seriously fuckin’ doubt it, Little Miss.”
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“ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒. Yet I wonder why you haunt me more than any other ghost. ”
“It’s dangerous to walk at night alone.”
He raises an eyebrow at the young girl’s ‘warning’ as his eyes glint with humour, lips tensing to refrain himself from letting out a sharp burst of laughter. Evidently he has no idea who – or what – he’s dealing with, his eyes showing him nothing more than a woman much younger and, from his first impression, much frailer than he is.
“Yeah, sure is… For you, sweetheart.”
There’s a beat as he considers her, eyes drawn to the vibrant red of her hair as he convinces himself that he could taint it with blood only a few shades darker.
“‘Course, I could always escort you home if the dark makes you a little nervous.”