#ofprivation

[noblehigh]

❝  holy  shit, ❞  the demon exclaims. what the fuck is going on? everyone seems to be coming out of the fucking woodwork, and he wonders for a moment if maybe he’s... hallucinating or something. maybe it was a big prank? maybe everyone left at the same time then decided to overwhelm him at once. really, it’s not the worst thing he could experience -- he’s missed everyone. a few steps forward are all it takes to get him close to the other boy, coming up on his side,  ❝  did you think you’d get away without sayin’ hi first? ❞  //  @ofprivation

[everleave-a]

a blaring siren would be better than the noise in his mind. it rips him apart inside, begging for a cure. it's pristine and sharp, like the edge of a knife newly sharpened and ready for slaughter. he feels as though he's been THROWN to the wolves, picked by random selection. or perhaps this was his own personal hell, chosen by something or someone bigger than him, urging him to live a more FULFILLING life for once. but ronan refuses, opting to ignore it all.

it's with that, a sudden feeling of nausea plagues him, and he's bending over, releasing this afternoon's lunch onto the sidewalk before him. ❛ shit.. ❜ he mumbles out, the palms of his hands resting harshly on his knees. he lifts his eyes to scan his surroundings now, a pang of HUMILIATION coursing through him, feeling like a load of bricks inside his chest. ❛ sorry you had to see that. ❜

@ofprivation  ― STARTER CALL.

[ttopazi]

           a broken soul walks into a coffee shop. what’s the punchline? SURPRISE, there is none –– siah’s just depressed. months upon months of loneliness have built upon his personality, a once fiery and energetic being turned SPITEFUL and stoic, eyes that once lit up at the smallest excitement has trouble finding happiness in anything. interested eyes that scan the coffee shop out of pure curiosity find a BEACON of light sat upon a chair, so simple and carefree as if siah’s world hadn’t just turned at his very presence. it’s as if his feet move on their own –– against his better judgement, he approaches the other in a cautious fashion. his gaze never ONCE strays as if he’s an illusion of sorts and ... he might as well be. disappearance upon disappearance has conditioned siah to expect it, as if the familiar face will VANISH if he so much as blinks.                                                –––––––––––      ‘  elwood... ? ‘ 

[missedlcve]

written for  @ofprivation, because they need to let loose.

currently, she’s rummaging through  the closet of a woman she can only imagine must  own  the house because it’s--  exquisite.  what possessed her to break in through the  second story window  continues to be a mystery -- it’s just one of the  quirks of anne. pulling a beautiful, red cocktail dress from the closet, she holds it up by the hanger, hand smoothing over the back of it.   ❝  red velvet? -- if only it was  cake, ❞  she speaks to herself  (  it never hurts as long as you don’t answer yourself...  ),  lips coming to a pucker as she muses, thinking over her options. truthfully, she wouldn’t be caught  dead  in this thing. she cleans up well, it’s just that she doesn’t  want  to clean up ; her red shirt that’s tied off to the side shows just enough tummy, and it goes along with her blue jeans and boots. it’s more  her style.

❝  is there anything in here that  isn’t  pretentious? ❞  eh-hem.  the petite brunette  jumps  at the sound, covering herself with a new dress as though it could be a  shield, turning to face the boy who is coming out of the private bathroom.  ❝  i can-- pay you money... to keep your mouth shut about my.. colorful entrance. ❞   oh, you mean the whole  breaking in  thing?

[noblehigh]

written for  @ofprivation​ ; fingers crossed they get along this time.

eventually,  it’s  inevitable  they would run into each other again. the world isn’t as big as it seems, and with their cross-matching habits, it draws them to the same places. today, one of those places happens to be an  alley.  ah, the good days... -- he can’t remember how many times he passed out in alleys and woke up the next day next to the trash where he  figured he belonged  (  he still kind of does  ).  eyebrows furrow when he sees the familiar boy  playing  with the fire  (  literally  ), and he looks both ways before stepping off into the alley to join him.  ❝  don’t you think that’s a safety hazard? ❞

[noblehigh]

written for  @ofprivation,  because they  ♡  this.

❝  it’s  dark. if you want to get home before day, we have to go now. ❞

[noblehigh]

written for  @ofprivation .

quiet is something cruel,  it isn’t something to be  enjoyed. those who attack in these woods aren’t loud, they don’t run full force at you with a blade in hand and shouts to echo. they’re in the trees, in the bushes, in the  water...  -- they’re seasoned hunters and warriors, and if they want you dead then  so be it  --  you  will  be dead. where there is one, there is  all, and when one is shook loose they all come out, scattering like cockroaches. 

but this stranger, the one he sees wandering like a lost  dog,  he isn’t experienced. he’s careless, moving along the land like it’s his  home, like anywhere on the earth can be considered safe. crouched down behind a tree among the camouflage of foliage, brown eyes catch glimpse of a wild  beast, jet black in color. what possesses him to even  think  about protecting someone from skaikru is sheer  curiosity. shifting in his position to stand tall, he draws an arrow back on his bow, sending it shooting through the air to pierce through the animal’s skull. it practically  drops  at the boy’s feet, and brian takes the opportunity to make himself known once the stranger has followed a trail back to him and their eyes  meet. 

                                 ❝  chon yu bilaik? ❞  a pause.  ❝ yu beda nou be hir. ❞

then, it occurs to him that he doesn’t  understand.  ❝  branwada, ❞  he speaks beneath his breath, head shaking in near  disappointment.   ❝  -- you don’t need to be here. ❞

[chemiicalisms]

╳ elwood╷ @ofprivation

                    In. Out. Call the team for clean up.

                    Zacharie always preferred working alone. He really didn’t like anyone else around his job, making a mess of things. And there were very FEW exceptions to this rule. Zaiden was one, and the only other was the little blonde knife wielder. He had to admit that she was FASCINATING to watch if he was being honest. One look at her didn’t tell you that she could cut out your heart without a second thought. His brother always had his back, perched on a rooftop just close enough to assist should he need it, but Zacharie did his work well enough that extra assistance wasn’t needed.

                    He didn’t really like getting quite so DIRTY while he was on a job but he could see the FASCINATION and ADDICTIVE NATURE of it. Taking a life was addictive in and of itself after all. The ability to know that you were the one thing standing between them living and dying. That POWER was one that Zacharie truly lived for. He liked having that power. Perhaps a little too much. But if Zacharie knew how to do anything, he knew how to toe the line. He had a JOB to do. And that didn’t include becoming some random SERIAL KILLER.

                   He knew how to control himself. Though if whoever was behind him didn’t stop trying to FOLLOW him, he may have to reevaluate his motives. Zacharie was making his way back to the safe house when he first noticed it. Someone was following him and they weren’t doing a good job of hiding it. 

                  “If you wanted me to know you were there, you’ve succeeded. If not might i suggest QUIETER SHOES? Perhaps a little EXERCISE to control your breathing.” He remarked dryly as he turned around to face whoever was behind him.