#cursespell

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SIGNATURE MASK IS MISSING, : NOW SHE ONLY WEARS ONES OF HER OWN MAKING. ( &. there indeed were multiple ... carefully crafted to show what she only wanted others to see. ) 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎𝐎, suit discarded for more casual wear, : a sight he got to witness for the first time. ... she walks out of the bedroom within her penthouse, slim fingers fixated on locking the diamond earring. ( YOU ARE BEING WATCHED, CAT. ) ❝ what i wouldn't give for a cat - nap right now. ❞ THE SIREN - LIKE VOICE EXHALES, before jade hues settle upon the keen eyes that examine her.

THAT CHARMING GRIN BOTH BLESSING &. A CURSE, : AS IT CURLS THE MIDNIGHT KISSED LIPS SO SWEETLY. he stays silent for a moment, not exactly out of character, but that doesn't stop her claws from poking, pushing his buttons. ( 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒! ) ❝ cat got your tongue? ❞ SHE PURRS, teasing tune evident. ... then his gaze meets her own, @cursespell + choso ' you look ... stunning. ' ADMISSION ESCAPES! ( well well cat, did you steal your own tongue now? ) ... she has to admit, the way for a second her eyes widen, his admission so genuine, breathless. 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊, she breathes out in amusement, shaking her head slightly as eyelashes flutter close for the short action. ... she was far from oblvious to her appearance, that dangerous beauty. so why did his words have so much impact? THE FACT COVERED WITH A SMIRK, EDGING TOWARDS SOMETHING SLY. ❝ attempting flattery now? ❞ brow raised in playful manner, as hands land on her hips.

[bllakc4tmoved]

YOU CAN'T HELP IT, CAN YOU? : BLAME IT ON THE WAY YOU ARE RUMORED TROUBLE EMBODIED, or simply beacuse within you beats 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, stubborn to your very core. ... but you always seem to find danger. ❝ my my, ❞ she breathes out, teasing tune audible even when aimed at her enemies. ❝ i get that i am sought after, but this is something else. ❞ JOKING EVEN WHEN THOSE NINE LIVES ARE IN DANGER. the curses surround her, yet she was too stubborn to fall back, NOT ONE TO GIVE UP. ( she &. her pride. ) she knows she it out - numbered, she knows this doesn't look good ... &. yet : another exhale, 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃. three cursed spirits rush at her, the others circling, as if waiting for their turn. ❝ i think it's time to form a ... ❞ a line, she should say, but doesn't get the chance to.

CRIMSON RED FLASHES, : THREE ENEMIES THAT RAN TOWARDS HER NOW BECOMING ASH RIGHT BEFORE HER EYES. &. 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒 hang ajar, attempting to register what just happened. ATTENTION STOLEN BY HIM, as he stands few steps ahead of her figure, as if he were her physical shield. ... ❝ choso, ❞ his name breathed out, silvertongue dips into disbelief. ❝ what are you doing here? ❞ &. it happens so quickly, his response that follows : @cursespell + choso ' i'm supposed to be protecting you. ' 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. she feels something within her switch at these words. SHE WAS USED TO DOING EVERYTHING ALONE, SIGNATURE STYLE. ( not to mention the fact most would not desire to cross her path. ) it was better that way, she prefers it &. yet, ... seeing him so ready to protect her, it does something. she is not sure does she like it, or hate it. ❝ my hero. ❞ a breathy 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐑, &. heels click as she takes few steps to stand beside him. she would question him after. ❝ ready when you are. ❞

[bllakc4tmoved]

IT IS SPOKEN WITHOUT HESITATION : A CONFESSION SO RAW, spoken entirely from his heart. @cursespell + choso ' i thought about you last night. ' ... how could she miss such a detail? ( not that there was a detail that could hide from her keen senses ) for a moment it shows, the way he has caught her off her guard. WHAT RARITY : the way jade hues widen, her movements suddenly halt. ❝ what was that? ❞ corners of 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒 curved upwards. she had heard him, SHE JUST WANTED TO HEAR IT AGAIN. ( there you go being greedy again cat. ) ... &. he does, &. what a sweet melody that is : something that only made that signature smirk stretch further. ❝ is that so? ❞ SILVERTONGUE DIPS INTO A SMUG TUNE, influenced by the very look upon her features. she averts her gaze momentarily, if only to close &. set down the newspaper she was reading. ... ❝ do tell, what about me was it that you thought of? ❞

YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT CATS &. CURIOSITY : YET YOU CAN NOT HELP IT. ( it has yet to kill this cat anyways. ) she rises to her feet, gaze returned to find his, ... mercilessly, keeping the eye contact. 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄. yet he does not falter, &. this only fastens the beats of her thrillseeking heart. she is much closer now, TEMPTINGLY SO, but out of being a tease, she stops just a little too far away ... YET HER ATMOSPHERE INVADES HIS. &. she gets her answer, just like before : every statement raw emotion, no charms used, just purely his thoughts, his feelings. ( it is all so different, how he leaves no room for guessing. ) she feels as if she is set on fire, all of her burning, burning with a need. ... gaze wanders to look at his lips as he speaks, COMPLETELY HER INTENTION TO GET CAUGHT IN THE ACT. 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃. every word has lead her closer, until they are chest to chest, barely inches apart from touching. @cursespell + choso ' i need to feel your body against mine. ' he states, with that very same desire she feels. ... her amusement is present in the gentle exhale, her breath felt against his lips. ❝ very bold. ❞ BUT SHE LIKED THAT, OBVIOUS IN THE PLEASED LOOK UPON HER FEATURES. lush lips ghosting over his, she whispers ❝ then i say we follow that instinct. ❞ &. with that she steals his lips into a kiss, her body closing the distance between them. such a passionate dance, pent - up feelings pouring into that kiss. HER HANDS WANDER, ( 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 ) one settling at the back of his neck while the other rests against his cheek ... but can not resist the temptation to slide down against his neck, to his chest, ... SHE IS GROWING VERY GREEDY NOW. lips need to part for air, half - closed eyelids focus on his lips, &. then his eyes. ❝ i need you too. ❞ spoken before she kisses him again, &. starts to guide him towards the bedroom.

[denouemente]

you're too smart for your own good. it causes the male to snort, but not enough to distract him from what he was working on. a little wood figure he was whittling away at with a knife, the perfect distraction from @cursespell. “ i think you’re the first person to ever say that. ” the only one, probably. his eye whirs as he focuses on the thing in his hand, something vaguely shaped like a fox. lucien looks up at them, eyebrow raised while his auburn hair falls over the mangled side of his face. “ and i don’t know what would even make you think that. getting out of there wasn’t an attempt to screw someone over, i was saving my own ass. ” he sets the wood in his lap and sheathes the knife he had in his hands before finally looking up at fiadhaích. “ besides, i could say the same thing about you. and i will. you’re too smart for your own good. ”

[daylighterarchived]

from will : it would be safer to kill me.

❛ not safer, ❜ he said simply, the revolver rounds crackling like old, dusted joints waking up to a new, much luckier day. he kissed the stranger with the mouth of a barrel to a blood-dried temple, surrounded by a scene of over-turned chairs and the scars of a seraph blade across the cracked windows. it insinuated a confrontation, but more than that, a sly and crafted intrusion. ❛ just quicker. ❜ outside the shadow market coughed smoke like the somme. a bloodied cigarette hung limply over a fey mouth. the half-scarred, ash-blackened side of his cursed eye stared down the mussed shadowhunter, perhaps with a little more curiosity than the communal neighbourhood contempt this particular one garnered. at least he had spunk to trial and test the limits of the shadow world outside fleet street.

          ❛ you would have had better luck jumping off the thames than swindling me, but mister herondale, ❜ with a swift smack, the barrel scuffed the top of the boy's head; a fist snatched out, unseelie claws down to the hilt where they perched into the little angel's skull, a fist full of night-wash black hair twisted back. ❛ there's worse things than being eaten by the fae. ❜ an expression shot back like the streak across the sky, a swearing star, all that rage-humour stuffed into the nephilim's smile. the rattenfänger stared, nothing amused nor bewildered, only calculation that resembled the city of smoke itself. ❛ i'm sure a bargain can settle this score. ❜

* @cursespell, will herondale.

[satellitewar-archived]

from @cursespell: you said before you were waiting for a sign. what sign are you waiting for? / mòrag to hypatia

the bog is thick, the water, up to their knees as they trudge through the humid swamp side by side. at some points, mòrag surpasses the inquisitor — at other times, hypatia's boots are un-stuck long enough to outpace mòrag in return. it's an easy rhythm for the two travelers, wading through thick water, avoiding fallen, rotting trees and swatting bugs from their field of view. they're aligned in their mission to return to camp, find refuge on the shore, and collapse in their respective tents before the morning comes, but will they make it in time, or will the swamp's heat and foggy atmosphere consume them?

conversation is minimal, but when it does emerge, it's often sprung from total silence. hypatia asked the aasimar about her training a few minutes ago (where did you learn to wield like that? why do you prefer daggers and bows over swords?), and now it's swung around to mòrag asking hypatia — what sign? what are you waiting for, inquisitor? there's a pause in her movements, hypatia's eyes diving to the water at her knees as she considers her response. "do you believe in a higher power, mòrag?" she asks, and it's authentic. it's a question laden with truth and sincerity. "and if you do... do they show you signs?" she continues trudging through the swamp — the sight of a campfire in the distance lifts her spirits. "that's what i'm waiting for," hypatia continues. "a sign from a higher power. something that says i'm on the right path. you know what i mean?"

[bllakc4tmoved]

EVER THE ONE FOR TEASES, : SHE IS NOT CALLED DARING JUST FOR A SHOW! it has to do with this 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 of her's, just as it has to do with the way the trouble embodies dares ... LURES WITH SILVERTONGUE &. SIREN - LIKE TUNE INTO ACTION! ( truly, the sweetest kind of trouble. ) &. now, guren is on her radar!

SMIRK STOLEN BORROWED FROM THE DEVIL ITSELF, : FOR HOW ELSE COULD SUCH A THING THAT RADIATES MISCHIEF, ... 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆? arms folded over her chest, she does not fully turn to look at her, instead emeralds glimmer in the corner of her eyes, stealing a glance! ... ❝ so, are you up for the challenge? ❞ one more step forward, &. they would leap head first into danger! ( heart beats fast, it yearns for those droplets of adrenaline. ) @cursespell + guren ' if you're suggesting i'm scared … game on. ' ... ANGELIC LAUGH, barely above a whisper, but reveals her amusement regardless. arms released to hang loose on her sides, ❝ now there's the attitude i was looking for. ❞ SHE TAKES A STEP FORWARD, knowing the other is just on her tail.