#eyecovered

[gildedhiraeth-blog]

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The demon tilts their head as they look down towards the bundle of gold they had been hording having a stranger’s hand right above it. Having dug a hole for the gold to hide it, but, it seems that they have not buried it deep enough for a fello thief to catch sight of it. 

Hand quickly stretches over, placing it right over the strangers hand as the demon’s hand starts to melt. Black goo going in between the other’s fingers, the goop itself cold enough to send a chill, as it oozes between the other’s fingers to fill up the hole with gold in it. Eventually pulling their hand away along with the strangers as their fingers reform around their hand. 

{(:🖊️:)} “  Not yours “

[svtcn]

| @eyecovered

     It may not be right away, but almost anyone capable of arriving at Saijin comes to meet its lord in person, eventually.

     It’s curiosity, mostly. While demons innately can distinguish between the fog and anything within it, that isn’t to say they can survive the things that skulk around outside of his city; anything that isn’t a monster must be even more powerful, really, to be able to reach Sangjin too. Almost all are quirky in some way, or screwed up, or even just like him, tiring of humans and seeking people more... like minded.

     It’s also not a bad idea to establish for newcomers just what sort of tidy little power structure he’s maintained here, but it’s mostly curiosity, he thinks. When he comes upon her, foreign in soul, he takes note of her aura: she’s certainly one of his kind, even if she looks human enough the way she is now.

     (He’s taken one of his younger, softer forms. Maybe that’s more inviting.)

          “... huh.” He’s sat himself on a stoop, perched next to a lopsided little yatai, lounging and fanning himself as he observes her. Squints. “No, I definitely haven’t seen you around here before. You... came from outside, then?”

[falselyimbruedinfear]

@eyecovered || orig.

       “Do you know how to make a cake? I have no idea.” Kyosuke frowns a little as he leans against his counter a little. Their therapy group was throwing a birthday party for their counselor to which the two had agreed on getting a cake, but they were currently standing at a loss in the idol’s kitchen. “I wish we could just buy one, honestly. I know it’s sentimental to make it but.. I tend to ruin food by accident.”

[buganjimo-blog1]

l| STARTER CALL — @eyecovered

     Lan Wangji has fallen into something as close to a routine as he can, with all things considered.

     When he has little else to do, when Shion is occupied with her own tasks and he has run through his mental list of tasks – his handstands when writing letters he cannot send, their laundry after particularly rough bouts in nearby forests and graveyards, preparing and buying ingredients for their dinner later in the evening – he finds himself wandering, often, observing and familiarizing himself with her village. People have grown more accustomed to his comparatively eccentric appearance; it is, now, something akin to walking through any port or town back in China, some (a few) approaching for conversation and others, most who see him, now being polite enough to talk more subtly about him as he passes.

     There’s something purposeful behind his steps as he returns from his walk, fingers curling and uncurling beneath his sleeves as he approaches his gracious host. Lan Wangji is silent for a while, once he comes to stop near her.

          “I was told of a festival, in celebration of spring.” A pause, as if to... gather his thoughts. “Will you be going?”

[venctxr]

Thank you for the follow @eyecovered !!

———— CAW!

  Oh, how annoying those birds were. Their intelligent eyes stared down at him, cocking their heads in curiosity. Today, it was a werewolf, and the body was already destroyed but Gray continued to lay there next to a few bodies of crows that he had killed by accident and with the way he was lying in the dirt, it looked like he had joined them in the afterlife. 

   His suit was ruined, he knew that much without looking. One of his golden cufflinks were gone, he noticed its disappearance when he lifted his wrist to check the time on his watch that was webbed with a crack.

      Darn. It was Rolex too.

  Deciding to nap, he closed his eyes and resumed his corpse-like position.

[sungilt]

          “ oh , uh , i  was  wondering  if  i  could  substitute  tofu  in  the  place  of  meat ? ”   the  man  flashes  a  guilty  smile , as  if  he  realizes  how  irritating  his  dietary  choices  could  be  for  cooks .   it’s  hard  to  tell  if  he’s  homeless  or  a  tourist ; a  worn  canvas  backpack , skateboard  with  fading  designs  and  long , slender  bag  containing  the  wraith’s  sealed  body  are  shoved  against  the  inside  of  the  booth .   over  top  of  everything  is  a  fraying  hoodie , leaving  his  arms  mostly  bare  and  his  wintry  cold  fingers  complaining  in  silence .   buttery  warmth  from  the  sun  heats  the  rest  of  his  body , though , and  he  ignores  his  chilled  fingers .   the  sleeping  wraith  seems  to  purr  affectionately  against  his  soul , but  he  senses  its  wariness  of  the  establishment  without  knowing  why .   perhaps  it  just  knows  he’s  lost . . .   again .   kaede  hopes  to  remedy  this  soon , though ---      his  fingers  twitch  towards  his  phone  again , as  if  in  eagerness  to  continue  his  search  for  a  contract  breaker .

( @eyecovered ; starter call : accepting ! )

[dismalpeck-blog]

“ wait , wait , wait !! “ he hissed , jolting when seeing the other about to take the cocktail; hands reaching up to tilt the other’s drink downwards. unfortunately , he tips it too far & a little of it spills. the sticky mess on his hand earns a frown , an immediate apology on his tongue & an explanation hastily added in hushed tones.

“ sorry ! i saw a guy put something in the drink. you should throw it away , i’ll buy you a new one. okay ? “

@eyecovered​ // s.c.

[falselyimbruedinfear]

@eyecovered

[will I ever make icons? find out next time]

       “... I don’t think that’s a normal amount of soup to be buying.” An entire CART full of what appeared to be soup cans? It was flat out concerning. “I kind of understand if there’s a sale, but... do you need help carrying all of these?”