#hymnofthemute

[homuracommander-blog]

homras--mommy started following you

bloodytrails started following you

hymnofthemute started following you

 Well, this was a crowd. At least there was one familiar person in it, but the other two.. Wasn't sure what to make of that, but if they were here at Homra they had business with him. Probably. 

 "Yo," he greeted before sitting at the bar. "Is there something you actually want or what?" 

[perfecttrapoldaccount-blog]

@hymnofthemute

Looking up at the aqua-haired maiden, Reisuke gave her a bright smile. She seemed nice enough! "Hello!"

[daisanokensha]

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It seems like over the days people kept piling and piling in a lot more than usual. Must be because of the christmas holidays. Either way, he's not amused, expression even sourer ( if possible ) and doesn't plan on welcoming anyone.

[foundedinhatred-blog]

i wish i had some constructive crticism to give, but really theres nothing bad i can say about your portral of Erik! honestly i love your character and you play him extreemely well! your threads are all really well writen and i love stalking your blog

[Oh gosh, thank you so much! I hope we can thread sometime, it'd be a pleasure. Also, I'm trying to get to your drabble but I'm having some difficulty keeping my kokoro together, so it may take some time. kndfnjg]

[kinofthedevil-blog]

Bleed

She really shouldn't have gotten in his way.

Jake liked to think of himself as a gentleman, considering his mother taught him manners when he was growing up. He would never hit a woman unless he felt it was absolutely necessary. But the mercenary was incredibly impulsive.

He was antsy again, wandering the halls of the facility in a state of absolute anger. Everything was weighing down on him, making him utterly pissed off. He was on a walk to try and cool off, thought it wasn't doing much. She just had to run into him, though.

Without even thinking rationally, Jake didn't even listen to her apology and explanation, acting on his dangerous impulses. He opted to just shove her out of the way, obviously forgetting his own strength. He pushed the long-haired girl harshly, sending her to the ground. He scowled down at her before walking passed, stepping on her long hair on his way passed. In hindsight, he knew he'd regret this. But right now, he was too pissed off.

[steadfastsurvivor-blog]

Busted

((HMM LETS SEE))

Sherry glanced to and fro, making sure nobody in the hall saw her. She wasn't a great lock picker, but after what Heather and her had seen in the office during the first treatment  the blonde was sure there had to be some kind of files or file system that contained information of the hospital. Using what she had-- a couple of bobby pins and a small knife, the agent tried her best to unlock the old wooden door.

Sherry was so concentrated, she hadn't heard the footsteps until they were close, to which the agent quickly stood up and put her hands behind her back. So. Busted.

The girl in front of her stared at Sherry with a look of slight surprise. Her long teal hair cascaded at her sides in pigtails and she donned a cute outfit as well. Sherry gave the other a guilty smile as she rocked back on her heels. No use hiding it.

"Sooo, you know how to pick a lock?"

[the--wingedwolf-blog]

Dream

Syaoran is not a boy that dreams often anymore. Maybe he does, but doesn't remember because there are too many things on his mind. When it comes down to it, those types of things are easy to forget and almost always hold no significance when compared to the larger things in life. Unless they were prophetic but let's not get into that right now. He isn't that kind of dreamer anyway.

As he sleeps one night, a unrecognizable voice slowly floats into his mind. As unfamiliar both the song and voice is, he cannot help but feel a great sense of nostalgia that goes along with it. It reminds the brunet of his own mother, who had often sung to him when he was just a small boy that was still able to fit comfortably in her lap.

For once in a long while, he sleeps peacefully.