#emotionsecho

[coffinshared]

EMOTIONSECHO —> COFFINSHARED.

[immortalmuses]

@emotionsecho sent: There's a lot of words we haven't caught up with. ((Booker and Nicky!))

ㅤㅤㅤ"Ah  bon?"  Nicolò  hums,  not  so  much  agreement  as  an  acknowledgement  that  Booker  has  spoken.  He  doesn't  bother  to  look  up  from  the  vegetables  he's  chopping,  expression  serene  and  shuttered  in  the  afternoon  light  spilling  through  the  windows.  The  Genoan's  reverted  to  speaking  French,  not  for  any  enjoyment  of  the  pig  language,  but  for  Booker's  benefit.  He  would  not  have  the  other  immortal  misunderstand  him,  in  this  moment. 

ㅤㅤㅤ"Perhaps,  Booker…"  Nicky  finally  sighs,  dragging  the  blade  of  his  knife  across  the  chopping  board  to  sweep  vegetables  into  a  bowl,  “…there  is  nothing  more  to  be  said  at  this  time,  between  you  and  I.”

ㅤㅤㅤAction, Nicolò  thinks,  without  much  hope.  He  is  man  of  few  words,  even  after  so  many  years  at  the  side  of  his  gregarious  Yusuf.  The  Genoan's  first  language  (his  most  meaningful,  that  which  bridged  the  gap  of  destruction  between  himself  and  his  beloved)  will  always  be  acts  of  service.  And  Booker…  what  has  Booker  done? 

[emer4ldstar]

"do not waste your breath with lies, for once tell me the damned truth." So says Ray to Saoirse // @emotionsecho !!

❝I'm not supposed to be here!❞ She snapped, suddenly. The truth came like a waterfall, she couldn't stop once he'd pushed her enough. ❝I'm not like you, I don't belong here!❞

Saoirse had avoided Ray like the plague for a week, turning away whenever she saw him by the docks, leaving before he ever had the chance to see her. In truth, she couldn't stand seeing him, because he reminded her so much of what she missed most; her home. He reminded her of that same safety she felt in the water, he reminded her of what it was like to feel happy and she hated it! Oh, how she hated it! It was torturous, not being able to return to her true form because her skin no longer remained in her possession.

She'd thought that Ray wouldn't visit the beach — she'd thought the early morning fog would've shielded her from this confrontation she'd wanted to avoid entirely. Saoirse pointed behind her to the ocean. ❝That—❞ she said and her voice wobbled, bottom lip trembled, ❝—that is my home. My real home. And you....you wouldn't understand.❞

Saoirse turned away from him, turned her back to him. Tears stung the corners of her eyes as she looked out to the waves, the water carrying in the fog like a blanket. It was so thick she could barely see a meter from the shore, it was wonderful. Swimming in it would've been better, but she was forbidden. She inhaled sharply, hands knotting together. Ray hadn't left, she knew that because she hadn't heard the crunching of pebbles beneath his feet to sound his depart. Why hadn't he left?

❝Whether I tell the truth or not makes me sound insane to you regardless. Please, leave me be.❞

[snipeheart]

worst luck in the world ~ @emotionsecho's Leandro

Everything is dark.

Piers, at first, does not realize anything is wrong. His body has that post-sleep stiffness, not wanting to move, and he doesn't consciously realize where he is. Once he tries to move and can't, tries to inhale and can't, the panic starts to set in.

Where the fuck am I? What's going on?

By the time he realizes he's in a Chrysalid again, he's already started struggling, and the realization only makes him struggle harder. He's encased in a shell, his old skin sloughed off and hardened into a slime mold, and the escaping process is much, much too slow - am I going to die in here?

He can't die, something he forgets, and if there's any reason not to break this shell open and squirm free, or anyone nearby who could see it and panic, he isn't hearing it. A crack! rings out through the casing, and the shell breaks away from his hand, which quickly starts feeling around him, trying to get free of the slimy membrane.

C'mon, he thinks, I need to get out of this thing.

[dani-dimitrescu]

Starter for Quynh @emotionsecho

Daniela was terribly hungry. Her last hunt a few days ago had gone wrong. The man had managed to hurt her and flee. That's why she hated the fall season with its cold nights making her slow and vulnerable. And ever since she let him escape the rumors of a vampire in town spread around.

Her mind was clouded with thoughts of blood as she sat her eyes on her next potential prey. Staying in the shadows she stalked a woman like an animal stalking its prey. She waited till no one else was around before jumping out of her hiding place. Daniela pushed her prey into an alley and pinned her against the wall. Her eyes glowing with desperate hunger. The woman was struggling and Daniela ended up biting into her arm despite aiming for the neck. The redhead hissed angrily and bit down harder, the taste of blood filling her mouth.

[ashcr0ft]

@emotionsecho asked "One way or another, we'll make it through tonight." /Sheva

"You know, in my yearly bingo card. Traveling to Africa wasn't on it." Grace let out a very low chuckle. She was searching for answers and connections to someone. The efforts here in Africa had been going well. A small outbreak of infections in the animals had gotten worse, though. It was almost like they were finding corpses of infected individuals and eating them. The FBI rarely got involved with these cases, but when they are tied to other outbreaks, it only makes sense.

After the recent events, she was more willing to be out in the field. Being hands-on felt better. She continued to watch out in the distance for any movement.

[lanshiang]

@emotionsecho is going to be the reason I draw derek c simmons icons.

[natura1order]

❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞ / @emotionsecho

“ WHAT GOOD WOULD asking you any questions be if i can't be sure when you're lying or not? ”