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[siblinghunters]

Tailor-made (Closed @dissonxnt)

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Reyven looked around as she and her new companion wandered over to the boarded up shop the Hunter had spotted from the alley across the street. They’d had to wait for a wandering mob to go past, but when it was out of sight the two women quickly and quietly made their way to it.

Reyven peeked inside whilst Ofelia kept watch for her, feeling the woman gripping the banner of her garb whenever she’d shift, no doubt ready to tug on a moment’s notice. Seeing it cleared of beasts or any other threat, the silver-haired Hunter began to pry off some of the wood around the door so they might get in hopefully with some ease. Thankfully for them it was only boarded from the outside, no doubt put out of business whenever the plague had initially struck or something of the like.

After having pried the last board free, Reyven opened the door and ushered Ofelia in, swiftly ducking in and closing it behind them. Stepping away from the door, she turned around to see Ofelia squinting into the darkness, her own more adapted eyes able to see quite clearly.

“Seems to be a tailor’s shop. Likely closed a long time ago when the scourge hit. Maybe a bit before or after, who knows. Can’t imagine many would have wanted to stay, all things considered.”

[londor-hound]

A Bend in Time

A flash of blinding light, a sensation of your body leaving this world and being brought to another. Once his vision returned, Aster found himself in a place he had never seen before. What was this land? When was it? Could this be the Ringed City, the land of Pygmy Lords? He took quick glances around, questions racing through his mind with little-to-no answers to be found.

His eyes fell upon a woman, short stature, blonde hair. Not someone he had seen before. Great. His fist tightened around the wrapped leather handle of his mace.

“Where am I, why did you summon me to this place?”

@dissonxnt

[victorhellian]

Of Horns and Charms (closed with dissonxnt)

It wasn’t often the wanderer would find himself amongst Lady Taur’s tower and it was even rarer for him to be invited within for tea and other pleasantries. They had built up an interesting sort of relationship over time, one the Astoran found himself curious about but nonetheless pursued it wholeheartedly. She was after all, a colorful individual that few would ever get the chance to interact with.  So Delacroix found himself sitting across from her, his normal smirk replaced with a calm expression as he examined the tea before him. A gloved finger traced the edge of the table before he picked up his own mug and took a sip of the his drink, inhaling the rich aroma and mulling over its gentle bitterness.  “So, my lady... What need do you have of me today?” His yellow eyes peered over the rim of his cup, meeting hers. “It seemed rather urgent from your letter.” @dissonxnt

[ashes-of-balder]

[ *lOUD SCREECHING* HIIIIIIIIIIII ]

[ AAAAYYYYY ]

“Why do I feel a sudden chill?”

[siblinghunters]

"I'm meant to deliver this to you," she started, not at all amused. Without a breath between them, she produced a small step stool, which she stood upon as she laid an abrasive kiss upon his mask, where his lips might have been. "You're welcome."

∱~Contrary to the woman(?) before him, Arthur was quite amused. A brow was quirked at her initial appearance alone of the dashing woman, more at the horns upon her head than anything else. The amusement truly began when she withdrew a step stool from Great Ones new where, flicked it to expand it fully, and climbed it to deliver a reluctant kiss.

When the Hunter had processed the events fully, after all it was quite the sudden experience, he gave a satisfied nod. “Why thank you. I almost regret wearing this mask of mine so I could not appreciate it fully, but alas. I feel like I should be apt to question what a fair, if curiously featured, woman such as yourself came to be meant to deliver a kiss. But who am I to question such circumstance.”

[siblinghunters]

"I was told I had to do this, even if I don't want to. Not that I don't want to - that is, not to say that I wouldn't NOT enjoy... stop asking questions and take this!" Not another word from her face, and Ofelia leaned upwards and planted a very soft, very awkward peck on Reyven's cheek. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry BYE." - runs away screeching into the night -

☬~At first Reyven just simply didn’t know what to do or say let alone make of what Ofelia was trying to tell her. Not a single word had left the Hunter’s mouth, nor had there been a chance to, when she’d been told to ‘stop asking questions’ and before she knew it the other girl had leaned in and pressed her lips softly and quickly to her cheek before running off screaming.

Reyven could only stand there blinking at what had just happened, a hand rising absentmindedly as she processed everything. Finally her brain caught up and her cheeks grew warm and her skin tingled, nearly curling up in timid realization. But why had she…Reyven didn’t know what to make of the gesture and the girl’s subsequent reaction aside from continue to stand there in a perplexed and embarrassed daze.

What was she supposed to do now though? Should she find Ofelia and ask her way she’d kissed her? Perhaps it was merely meant to be a friendly and playful one she overthought at the last second? She didn’t know and she debated whether it would be wise to go after her companion at all.

And then Reyven realized she could still hear her screams echoing in the distance and quickly came to the conclusion it’d be a good idea to pursue her to ensure she did not bring all the beasts in the city crashing down upon her.

[questir-a]

ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪: what are your favorite band(s)/artist(s)? （╯°□°）╯︵(\ .o.)\: who is your least favorite person? ♥‿♥: tell us about your crush!

@dissonxnt | get to know the mun

ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪: what are your favorite band(s)/artist(s)?

HOO BOY... I’M ABSOLUTE TRASH FOR BTS NGL. I’m also very fond of Utada Hikaru, Amber from f(x), IU, and Fall Out Boy. (Does my garbage taste show or—)

（╯°□°）╯︵(\ .o.)\: who is your least favorite person?

Hhhh other than myself? I don’t have one in particular at the moment to be honest! (though that might change throughout the school year who knows—)

♥‿♥: tell us about your crush!

He complimented my hoodie the other day and I felt very nice about it. dksfjlk

[jenessa-mercier]

⚔ (some ofelia for jenessa tbh)

Send ⚔ to walk in on my muse trainingJenessa was shirtless at the moment save for the wraps covering her chest, flowing from one form to the next with a speed born of practice and countless hours of repetition. Her eyes were closed as she moved, an expression of relaxed concentration upon her features.Left foot back, shoulder shift. Rotate, deflect, counterstrike.Thrust, twist, disengage. Whirling on her heel, the woman came to a stop with a low and controlled exhale through her nose. Her eyes opened and immediately her senses noted she was not alone, the Blade glancing over her shoulder at the stranger and affixing her with a pointed gaze. The violet irises seemed to glow briefly as Jenessa looked over the stranger, her lip raising ever so slightly instinctively. Lowering her blade and returning it to its scabbard, her gloved hands flexing briefly as she steadied her tired muscles. One hand began to slowly work out the taut muscle in her forearm, carefully massaging the kinks out as Jenessa gazed at the newcomer.“Is there a particular reason for you spying on me?”