#it begins ...

[wolvenguard]

                             @visvivae . . . making demands ›                      can you teach me how to do that ? // source.                                                   ch : robin.

𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 : 𝐍𝐎𝐓 from the request itself, but how it nearly startled him. varka had fallen into a comfortable silence as robin discussed specifics with her manager(s) & booking agent. even the spot he chose ( out of sight, out of mind for most of the staff ) was deliberate — an opportunity to relax as the performance came to a close. she noticed him, of course : it was required for the client to know where their security were posted at.

      he smiled — faint & inviting. ❛ this, miss robin ? ❜ the coin dancing along gloved fingers slowed. varka offered it to her while producing another for himself : one more worn / absent of its shine. ❛ the steps are quite easy in theory, but the motions itself will take practice. the key is to get to a point where you're not actively thinking about those steps. it's a simple party trick, nothing notable at all : but does wonders for a restless, bored mind. ❜

blue eyes look around. none of her entourage were around, nor did anyone appear keen on conversation with either one ( or both ) of them.

❛ who knows : you could incorporate it into one of your performances. ❜

[quietpace]

@aetherbled​​​  :  oh, what is this? it seems as though arenvald has nodded off, head leaned against ihsan's shoulder. the starlight celebrations and his hard work cooking a grand meal for the scions must have tired him out badly...

it was not everyday ihsan got to      sit around   &   do   . . .   nothing.   not exactly being a social person, he sat on a couch while everyone else around him talked —— occasionally referring to him in some way.   arenvald was next to him, as the man seemed to have a habit of doing,   &   served as the chatterbox for the afternoon.

      he did not know when people began to drift away —— needing to complete some tasks before the starlight feast, but the added weight on his shoulder drew ihsan out of the rare daydream.   gaze drifts to his right the best it could   &   he started to hear the fellow ala mhigan sleeping.   the ex - rebel did not think of himself as comfortable, but he remained in place regardless    (    not knowing what to do in this situation      ).

even if his legs started to cramp, arenvald deserved his rest for all the preparation.

[veroxina]

she’s    standing    in    front    of    her    class.     hoping   that   she’d   be   able   to   come   back   soon  ;    she’s   happy,    even,    for   one   of   the   first   times   in   months    --------    but   the   next   second   she   can   taste   the   vile   liquid   at   the   back   of   her   throat,    and   she   coughs,    trying   to   get   a   breath   of   air   past   the   dark   liquid.    it   felt   like   she   were   drowning.

it’d   sent   her   class   into   a   panic    :    horrified,    wide   eyes   watching   the   scene,    aizawa   gripping   her   arm   tight,    as   if   it’d   keep   her   from   being   warped   away,     his   own   blood   dripping   down   his   palm   as   her   quirk   nearly   decays   his   hand.     he   couldn’t   stop   it,   and   1-a   is   left   alone,    dazed   and   mortified   over   the   disappearance.

her    vision    blurs.     confusion   apparent   at   first   when   her   feet   hits   the   ground   again,    &&.    she   see’s   shigaraki   staring   down   at   her    ------   she   reaches   to   press   her   palm   into   the   ground,    to   decay   everything   in   sight,    but   a   too   tight   grip   pulls   her   up.        ”        let   ------   let   go.        ”

@symbol-of-terror​   gets   a   random   starter.

[safehart-blog]

                                      LUCKY   COLLINS    +    VISAGE .