#dcsiremelodis

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@dcsiremelodis​

》 “Pardon me, I’ve simply made a wrong turn.”

Except he hasn’t. Except he knows exactly who is standing infront of him. He sensed a danger but he didn’t think he’d be walking into DM himself. What a predicament he finds himself in! How exciting! “Can you point me the way to the main street?” He acts naive, which was simple enough when you were a blind man.

[electrodvice]

@dcsiremelodis continued from here!

It had not been the first time Luca had nearly set himself on fire, it wouldn’t be the last either. He looked up at the man and nodded. “Sure was! Must be my lucky day or somethin’.“ He waves dismissively. “It happens all the time, the accidents never get too bad.”

He brushed the the dirt and dust off himself, glancing up at the other person through his hair. He honestly didn’t think anyone would actually respond to his own ramblings. Though, perhaps now he’d have someone to talk to. “I apologize for the disturbance, sir. I’ll try to keep it down.”

[crownshattered-a2]

@dcsiremelodis inquired: ❛ what do people around here do to have some fun ? ❜ for Eternal Flower Emily

⁕| First Meeting Prompts |⁕

Again with these strange men and their strange hairstyles... They were clearly linked, but how? If Lydia was more interested in affairs outside of her line of work, perhaps she would be curious. But instead, as long as it didn't involve her or her job, she really didn't care about the events of the city. So, she answered without any apparent hesitation.

"Are you not from the city?" she inquired. Why would he ask about various landmarks if he was familiar with the area? "I suppose it depends on what you are interested in... The Golden Rose Theatre has recently gone under new management, or so I've heard. There are various shops and restaurants in the area. Further downtown, there is a lounge named 'Firefly's Place' with live music, but it only opens at night."

She hoped that was enough for the man to leave her alone and let her go back to her book...

[purewhiteprophet]

@dcsiremelodis asked: “ Hm~ It’s your birthday today, isn’t it?” Desiré said as he leaned back into his chair and looked across to his younger brother. “ Of course I got you a present. Who would I be if I didn’t? “ He let out a little chuckle before gesturing for Rogers to bring in the present he had talked about. The butler walked over to Noir and stopped in front of him with the present sitting neatly on top of a little pillow. The gift was a rather expensive looking dagger, one that held the Mélodis family emblem. “ I assumed you would need something useful~ “

Happy Birthday White Noir | Accepting!

He stands at attention, stiff as always despite the day technically being the one he was given some leniency. Noir was always surprised when Desire gave him the time of day on any day, birthday not withstanding. Still, he lets his shoulders drop somewhat as his brother motions to the butler.

Eyes fell towards the item, and while his face remains mostly neutral, his eyes do widen ever so slightly. It was a beautiful dagger, and the fact that held the family emblem was a nice touch. He didn't think he actually owned much with the family emblem on it. He was apart of the family, yes, but sometimes he felt as if he wasn't fully accepted. So this was somewhat of a confidence booster. Perhaps that was what Desire was aiming for. Still, for this one moment, he tries not to consider his brother's ulterior motives and takes the dagger off of the pillow and looks it over, turning it over in his hands.

"Thank you." Noir allows just the slightest turn of his lips, and only for a moment. "It is a beautiful dagger, and it will indeed become useful."

[tumultesanguinaire]

❛ they die for love, you kill for it. ❜ for Noir

Teeth grit as Desire spoke to him. Yes, he killed to please their father, to earn his love, he was a pathetic person, adopted into a family just to be a skilled assassin. And his brother just lived to berate and taunt him.

Finally, Noir looked up, fists clenched, D.M. was no better than him, and at least he didn't have to love confined to the shadows. "The same could be said about you."

[purewhiteprophet]

@dcsiremelodis​ asked: ❛ do you understand what that means? ❜ 

No. No he didn’t. No matter what evidence was put before him, there was no way White could believe it. Him? A Melodis? The very thought makes his stomach turn and his head ache. But the dots were connecting, on paper at least. There was something within his soul that was fighting against the memory that could unlock everything he wanted to know about himself. ‘ I don’t want to go back. ’ It said, pitifully. So there was a side of him that recognized the truth, but the rest was trying actively to push it away.

He felt like he was going to be sick.

He pushed the documents away from him, and crossed one leg over the other as he got comfortable in the seat he was currently in. There were no points of escape - Odette had been taken away from him so his movement and sight were very limited. At the very least, Odette seemed to be able to get free, and was no doubt rushing back to the agency to get back up. White just had to bide his time.

“Say I did understand, what then?” He hummed, twirling a braid between his fingers. “Why tell me? Surely you have more to gain by me being helpless and clueless.” He tilts his head. “Are you trying to strike a deal? Or turn me against the agency? I’m curious for your reasoning.” Now was not the time to lose his cool. He wasn’t going to let this man get under his skin. Not now, not ever.

[jardaddy-a]

˗ˏˋ🌹❀┊ @dcsiremelodis​​ received a bouquet of RED ROSES !   [ x ]  

          ˗ˏˋ🌹❀┊ ( * THE LOVELY ROSERED ) ━  ❝ i beg your pardon , monsieur ?    you want to buy my painting ? ❞ ROSE-COLORED HUES widened as they flicker instantly to the displayed oeuvre to her side .      THE PAINTING’S SUBJECT was a beautiful maiden made of alabastrine ;   hung upon the wall ,  the ethereal figure was seemingly salient over several layers of ivory paint .    IT WAS AS IF the woman was protruding against the circular frame , reaching in vain for its audience in desperation .        ANOTHER NOTABLE FEATURE the surrealistic portrait donned were tears of golden ichor , the halycon fluid continued to drip down from the maiden’s face like running water .     ROSERED stared at her artwork in silence before turning back to the prestigious man in disbelief , ❝ are you sure ? ❞

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@dcsiremelodis asked: “where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

more random dialogue prompts | Accepting!

“That’s---” Where had he gotten this orb, exactly? He doesn’t remember. It’s in the part of his mind that is a blinding light - a place that no matter where he looked, he saw nothing but a void. The empty side of his memory that will forever be foreign to him. Whoever he was before he was White - did this belong to them? Did they leave it behind for him? It’s difficult to tell.

But what he does know is that it’s important, and he hugs the orb close to his chest and turns slightly away from the Earl. Had his eyes not been covered, the man would see a glare of a thousand knives. “-- That’s none of your business.”