#innocentsbled

[omargaret]

twin where have you been

oh you know the usual just :

[anghrist-archive]

@innocentsbled liked for a closed starter, from the starter call posted here.

O' HEAVEN ! O' HELL ... THEY ARE BOTH IN AGREEMENT WHEN IT COMES TO ONE THING ! the devil has never looked so pretty than in his reflection in his 𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖜𝖓. staring at the strange woman with coal black eyes, damien blinks only once— dark lashes fanning his cheeks briefly, before SOMETHING IN THOSE EYES SHIFTS DANGEROUSLY.

" who are you? "

in his voice speaks a legion, in that legion is mankind's doom. with but a 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 he will raze this plain of existence and set it ablaze. AND WITH BUT A FLICK OF HIS FINGER, he would destroy it all in his father's name. but now is not the time for destruction, now is the time for divine intervention— a meeting written in scriptures burnt and hidden away by his followers, 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖊𝖉 and coming true before their very eyes.

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anxiety threatens to overwhelm her, with hands shaking uncontrollably to breath coming in and out in sporadic, high-pitched bursts. everything that had happened did so so quickly that nicole couldn't be positively sure what exactly occurred. they'd been hole up in an abandoned park ranger's shack, connor gone with his father and shane to check the traps that they'd set early in the morning, and to scavenge what they could in preparation for the last leg of their journey. she and cait had been attending to a stew brewing in the fireplace when footsteps sounded on the porch, not a second thought given to who they'd belonged to ⸺ until they got heavier, hesitated, and then splintered the door off of it's hinges. they were lucky in the grand scheme of things: the lone man that came through the door was not much bigger than either of them, but the look in his eyes was enough to frighten nicole to her core. there was the briefest of seconds where they were all just staring at one another, and then he lunged; and when nicole opened her eyes, he was dead on the ground and caitlin had a blossom of blood forming in a circle on her pant leg around the blade that had previously been in the dead man's hand.

no— don’t take the fucking knife out.

hands freeze immediately, wide eyes shifting from @innocentsbled's face to the handle sticking out of her thigh. instinct had been to remove the cause of cait's sudden pain ― but sister's ever-rational mind stilled her hand before she could act. ❝ i⸻ what- ❞ jaw hung, voice cuts itself off, words caught in her throat with a lump the size of a fist. she takes a deep breath in attempts to calm herself down, sweaty palms wiped down the sides of her legs, eyes blinking rapidly to keep the tears she hadn't realized were falling at bay. ❝ what do i do ? tell me what i'm supposed to do ⸺ please, cait⸻ ❞

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sc, accepting. leland rogers & alice sanders. @innocentsbled

a man of few words, and fewer outright emotions ⸺ something inside of him said that this was too important to go unsaid. body lifts weakly from laying position to make room for her at the end of the couch he'd been set up on. ❝ why did you leave without saying goodbye ? ❞ he likes to believe that he would have understood if only she'd given him an explanation ― that it would have been difficult, but he could have let her go. she knows as well as he that he would've put up a fight, would have tried to convince her that they were better off all together as a unit. it wasn't his call to make. and when she left he was hurt, but he was able to see through that to the hard truth of the matter: this was something that she needed to do alone. to see her now, to look at the young woman in front of him and remember the scared little girl that she once was, leland couldn't feel anything but proud.

[misterkeene]

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.” from tory !

“look, i get it, you don’t want my help,” he started, taking a step closer, “i know we’re not on the best terms right now, and maybe i don’t deserve to be the one looking out for you. but whether you like it or not, i care about your safety, tory. no matter what’s happened between us, i can’t just stand by and watch something bad happen to you.” robby couldn't shake the feeling that kwon was playing a game—using the girl to get under his skin. trying to rattle him before the tournament.

and what made it worse was that it was working. he's not focused. everyone could see it: his dad, daniel, and the rest of miyagi-do. they were all counting on him, but all he's done lately is let everyone down. her included. “i get that you’re strong and can handle yourself,” he continued, briefly making eye contact with the cobra staring him down through the window. “but this guy clearly doesn’t play fair. he’ll do anything to get inside of my head, to find my weaknesses.” his voice softened, laced with sincerity. "and one of my weaknesses is you, tory."

* more random dialogue prompts, still accepting.

[nohound]

anonymous sent in : “ ❝ tell us all about your favorite bard ever albion . ❞ "

" . . . WELL, YOU SEE,  VOLO HAS QUITE A RANGE— " albion begins, STRAIGHT FACED & PLAINLY as if it were the 𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖊𝖘𝖙 question in the world to answer. before the corners of his eyes crease, and his lips crook upwards at the corners. 𝓲𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 was and shall forever be his best friend, together with him since they were toddling babes stranded in an orphanage in baldur's gate, it was hard to separate one from the other. so if he had to answer the question seriously, about his 𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 bard? HE'D START WITH : " do you have the time? "

[burygods]

starter call : kinsey oliver.

" whatever you want me to do, i'll do it. " tommy speaks after a moment of silence. his eyes boring into @innocentsbled as he keeps a little bit of distance, as if she needs it, as if she wants it ... but all tommy wants is to hold her, to touch her, anything.

" you want space, i'll give you space. you want me to kill a man, i'll kill a man. "

[burygods]

ellie winston : stop punishing yourself.  you wanna make up for what you’ve done?  get off your ass and do something about it.

perhaps he was feeling a little sorry for himself, and it was rarely abel that was able to knock him out of it. he just told him to fuck off --- @innocentsbled on the other hand. there was no coddling with ellie. that girl got straight to the point.

" fuckin' hell, ellie. " his face scrunches, pushing the glass away from him because she's just ruined his mood to drink now. " what the hell am i meant to do? she won't talk to me, so i'm givin' her space. " eyes move to her, a little glazed ... he's been drinking from he woke up. not a good habit to develop. " the space she asked for, might i add. "