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[botaniqal]

Mirage ( @killerhubby ): unfortunately, you're a witness.

Claudette:

[belliautore]

husband ♡ / @killerhubby

--- " Don't you have work to do? I thought you had to be up early today. " His MASSIVE form took up significant space in their bed, but it never bothered Emily in the slightest -- truth be told, she would be the HAPPIEST woman alive if they decided to never leave this bubble of theirs.

She was practically splayed out on Mirage's back as she blew playfully into his ear. " I even woke up to see you off! " ( she would not mention that she was usually a grump this hour of the morn ).

[viteoublies]

CHAPTER INCOMING !!    starter requested  !!   from @killerhubby

ahmya’s slipped out again, the quiet click of her door long forgotten as she wanders the grounds. the night wraps around her shoulders like a shawl, cool and still, broken only by the soft chorus of crickets and the distant whisper of leaves shifting in the wind. her bare feet move soundlessly over the stone path, following no direction in particular—just the pull of the moonlight that spills across the garden.

she finds herself beside the flowerbeds, where the blooms have folded in on themselves for the night, their colors muted under the silver light. the air carries the faint scent of earth and something sweet, half-hidden beneath the chill. ahmya lowers herself to the ground, the hem of her robe brushing against the damp grass as she sits among the sleeping petals, her gaze turned skyward. the moon watches her back, pale and patient.

for a while, it’s only the sound of her own breathing and the low hum of the night and the steady burn of the joint that rests in her fingers. then she hears it—a set of footsteps breaking the quiet, slow and deliberate, moving closer. she doesn’t turn right away, just listens, eyes narrowing slightly as the rhythm draws nearer, " did I disturb you. "

[tewwor-is-moving]

it's still daylight out here, minsoo what are you Doing — @killerhubby

How delightful is that? Not even a full step inside and the energy's matched. Minsoo takes his time in crossing the room — sizing the man up just as much as he is openly appreciating.

"Well.." He stops short, finding it interesting that he has to look up. Usually it's the other way around where he's craning his head down. "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours," he all but purrs, trialing a finger down the other's chest.

[edensbite]

for as vast as the world is, the one in which eden truly lives is quite terribly small. and perhaps it's for the best, for the sanctity of earth and its inhabitants and the fragility of their suspense in disbelief, their inability — and yet their simultaneous yearning for — to accept the idea alone that humanity alone remains their planet's sole sentient beings. eden is none too forthcoming herself, and certainly more elusive still in allowing mortals to be enlightened by the knowledge of other beings; but, she so loves toeing that fine, delicate line. how can she not? she toys with the dichotomies of heaven and hell, virtue and sin. what is more unthinkable than allowing humans into this garishly luxurious den of sin, amidst unfathomable danger? they'd never know.

eden thinks herself clever, hiding her fangs behind coy smiles. she slides into the open seat at a blackjack table, the black leather still warm from the poor loser who'd finally caved and took off to nurse his broken pride. she blinks brightly at the dealer before her gaze drifts across the way to the man opposite of her. human, she notes. this area of the casino is, while open to mixed mingling ( that is, if people are careful in concealing themselves ), occupied mostly by human patrons. there is an air about him, an edge to him, though, that's tangible enough for eden to hold onto with great interest. perhaps it's just his good looks — she's pitifully shallow.

" you're beating the house, " eden breathlessly comments, lifting a finely etched brow as something — a slim sliver of awe, perhaps — fixes itself carefully upon her face. her mouth twists involuntarily, the ghost of an impressed smile loosely overtaking her lips as her sharp gaze jumps between the spread of cards upon the soft emerald velvet to the unrecognizable guest. she would have remembered someone like him, human or not, just for beating the very rigged odds that ensures repeat patronage and festering obsession. oh, eden is terribly interested, now. " eden, proprietress of this little empire, " she introduces, tilting her head to the side. " is this game just about done? let me buy you a drink. it's not often i see a winner at my tables. "

@killerhubby / starter call.

[tragedicn]

@killerhubby / sc.

            ❝  how do you prefer to be worshipped  ??  ❞  idle chatter to fill the time  ,  ❝  i mean like . . . we typically burn incense sticks and provide offerings and things of the sort  ,  ❞  she hums  ,  words spoken lackdaisically  ,  though some may take her tone to be non-reverant and blasphemous  ,  ❝  how do YOU prefer to be worshipped  ??  sacrficies  ??  rare gifts  ??  ❞  she queries  .

[paramythas]

@killerhubby | loosely plotted starter —

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 to try and behave, the people at this party are... abhorrently boring. What is it, he wonders, about being obnoxiously rich that seems to rob (most) people of being anything remotely approaching interesting? It doesn't help, he supposes, that he looks the way he does- all dark tattoos and darker piercings- and is dressed... well. The way he's dressed.

(He's fairly sure he saw someone look at his heels and scoff, earlier.)

If there's anything saving the evening, it's the fact that he's not suffering it alone. The person who'd invited him stands not far off, in a group of older men, looking polite and semi-interested, which Gwyn knows is a lie. He hadn't wanted to come to this in the first place, which is why he'd brought him along to begin with. To see how the wealthy elite would deal with someone who was so far from their tax bracket he may as well live on another planet.

So far, they're not dealing very well- apart from the ones he spots, now and again, pretending they're not eyeing him up like a slab of meat. Deciding he's bored enough to try and see what Mirage is being bored to death by, he wanders over, wine glass in hand, and stops beside him, leaning against his arm and blinking slowly as he tries to catch wind of the conversation.

...though maybe, given the look he's given by one of the other old men in the small group, he should have grabbed a second glass of wine before coming over.

Oh well. He's only supposed to stand there and look pretty anyway- even if he does sneak a pinch to Mirage's waist, as if to demand his attention without bothering to actually ask for it.

[yuuwen]

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❝ㅤ  mirage !!ㅤ ❞ㅤ 

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ a voice that arrives way before its owner , sprinting towards the other man with almost inhuman , feline agility , scaling the wall between them in two-three strides , disheveled black hair cast a glossy sheen in the afternoon sun as he perches over the top .

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ the instant their eyes meet is the moment tony launches himself into mirage , latching onto him with his arms around his neck . it’s a ridiculous gesture , to say the least , but there’s nothing more important than survival in times like this .

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❝ㅤ  mirage , boss , my handsome , ever dazzling tsavorite ,ㅤ ❞ㅤwriggling himself into a more secure hold , only does tony grab mirage’s face to pull him down towards himself , his expression a rare solemnity and wildness to it , chest rising and falling in a staccato rhythm that explains his need for immediate shelter — amazing as he is , it remains impossible to outrun half a dozen people , each one more relentless than the last .

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❝ㅤ  whoever asks ... in the next five minutes , i’m your closest subordinate , your most loyal servant you can’t live without , whatever it is you rich men say , just make sure they’ll leave me alone ... got it ?ㅤ ❞ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ — a starter for @killerhubby ♡ ！