#fadepieces

[sinisternocturne]

blue

There were too many to choose from. The memories fell through his fingers like rain, and he was powerless to grasp just one.

Was it the fact that most of the young men he’d known had died before he did? Was it the fact that he’d ‘died’ the same time as them, but kept living, on and on? Was it the scar that ached in his chest, the cold fire that burnt within him rather than blood, the hunger in his belly? 

Was it the people he’d lost? Was it the people he was stuck with? Was it the fact that he’d probably never see his daughter again?

He couldn’t tell. There were too many things, and they all still stuck in his side like thorns. He felt like he’d fallen into a hedge maze, and he couldn’t get out.

Edward raised his hands to the piano, and began to play- something much more cheerful than he felt. He thought it might make him feel better.

[theguardixn]

://ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʙᴇɢɪɴs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴋ

[ fadepieces ]

[ 15: Kiss in the Rain ]

[ ɴ⁷ ] — It’s not long into their walk that the drumming of rain splashing against the sidewalk breaks the silence between them.

          Not an awkward silence, no. Walking with Anders was always very soothing for John; they seldom needed words to communicate with each other, and the small conversations they did have never left him feeling too worn out or reclusive. He was pleasant company, and John truly did enjoy their time together. He glances down at their intertwined fingers, his sweater still draped over the both of them as protection from the soft rain that had now slightly picked up since they started walking. Near-silent giggles and laughs accompanying their dash for shelter as they soon settle under the patio of a 24-hour diner, rain still soaking the pair below the knee. John glances through the window of the diner, the time of night now terribly apparent among the nearly empty restaurant.

          He takes a soft gaze back at Anders, a smile present on both of their expressions. Before he can say a word, the two meet halfway, their lips meeting with a soft kiss. There was nothing romantic in the act of affection; there never really was between the two. It was a platonic act, and one that John enjoyed in it’s entirety. The kiss lingered for a moment, then another, until John nearly forgot about the rain that still fell around them. Another sensation had become quickly apparent, regardless.

          His height is the first thing that he can feel shifting, as he soon finds himself angling his head slightly upward to meet Anders’ lips, and soon after the sensation of hair brushing against the back of his head compliments his shifting facial structure until th entirety of his physique seems to have changed, the biotic now having trouble keeping his clothes from sagging slightly off of his slimmer body. Softly and slowly, he pulls away, shock pooling in his chest as he soon sees his own face staring back at him.

          “Now what the hell is this?”

[blckeyedbastard]

      เt’s not his first visit to this city and he knows how things go, but it is still unnerving to feel this place physically shut his connection to the void and render him useless. his sight is limited and it seems he cannot even travel too much before his magic just.. stops. it’s frustrating. he’s having to rely on himself, on this physical body, to do things that magic once did for him. 

         idly, he wonders if it is at all possible to return to full power within these walls. 

         but for now, he is weakened. and is taking it upon himself to fully search the limitations of his frame. the plush whale, given to him upon reentry, sat floating idly between his hands as violet smoke crossed over its cotton skin. he wouldn’t be able to make it into a full grown beast, no, not as much as he’d like to, but he could at least start with something. 

        the deity was so engrossed in what he was doing it took him a long moment to realize he was no longer alone in the clearing. his eyebrows creased but he didn’t take his attention away from the whale, which was now beginning to writhe into some level of sentience. 

           “you have been given the same shackles as i, have you not.” his tone suggested boredom and it was only the slight tilt of his head towards the stranger that meant the deity was even speaking to him. “stripped of all your powers, of your weapons, of everything but your name. tell me, despite this, something lurks within you. something with teeth.  i’m curious as to how.” 

fadepieces

[sacrificesoflove]

05, 07, 09

Mun vs. Muse

05: gets more romantic attention

Well, DUH ITS CARMILLA. She’s flirty as heck, has added appeal because of the whole being a vampire thing and the most important, FREAKING NATASHA NEGOVANLIS plays Carmilla and she’s freaking HOT so it’s a no brainer who gets more romantic attention.

07: is the most hygienic

I feel hygiene is a thing Carmilla doesn’t prioritize. Like, she has more important things to care about. So, I think I would win for this one.

09: is taller

Sigh.. Keep reminding me how short I am. Carmilla is taller than me.

[chattelubus-blog]

fadepieces​ liked for a starter.

        The Handmaid found herself  emboldened by the setting  sun, more so still by the waning crowds and the privacy the empty streets offered. Her footsteps--still wobbly, but  gaining stability every  hour-- carried  her  without  standard  reservation down  the  clearing  side- walks, brought  her to the entrance of a  tiny  alleyway-turned-garden. Her precursory inspection of the area defined it empty; she was  too agitated to check further. 

        Still, the noises that drifted out the gate as she stalked into the foliage might  have draw curious  passerby from across the  street. The crash of shattering terracotta filled the air, followed promptly by the soft tinkling of broken flower pots sliding to the ground  and, be- latedly, a cry of frustration or anger or fear.

[everdisagreeable]

raum jezebel lucifer lamia asmodeus

raum: do you have a tendency to hoard anything? if so, what?

definitely. she’d call it less hoarding and more collecting but she likes things. especially things that shouldn’t really belong to her but someone else didn’t deserve anyway.

jezebel: talk about a time you used your sexuality to get your way

she never actually went through with it, but she has a plan to seduce a noble into giving her whatever she wants, only to inform him she prefers his wife and scarper. it’d be hilarious

lucifer: what are you most proud of?

joining the jennies!! also the inquisition, to a lesser extent. both organizations help people, and as selfish as sera is she really likes to help people who usually don’t get it. the friends might not be as effective as the inquisition, but they also don’t help nobles unless they really deserve it

lamia: how do you feel about children?

they’re loud, messy, and usually sticky, so sera gets on with them pretty well!! she doesn’t like being responsible for them, though, especially very little ones

asmodeus: on whom do you want revenge and how would you take it?

every noble in thedas? okay, no, just the arsehole ones who’re all self-important nobs. she would and does get her revenge any way she can have it, whether it’s greasing a ballroom or just sticking an arrow in somebodys smug face