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@onewingedancient // reply to X
[ ⚔ ] To say that Velvet was pissed was an understatement. Infuriated. Livid. Ireful. It all mean to same to Velvet. She needed her Sorcerer’s Ring back. To her, the ring was both her tool and her keepsake. The latter she will never admit out loud.
❝I won’t ask you again. I WANT my ring back.”
florence is sitting in the park, trying to read. keyword trying. she can’t figure out what this kid is doing, but whatever it is, she’s loud. she’s considered saying something, but would prefer to not be rude, so instead, she’s just going to sit here with a sour look on her face. @onewingedancient
[▬] (just for gits and shiggles)
Send me [▬] for my character’s reaction to yours showing up on their doorstep, bloody.
Company wasn’t expected. But then company never was, seeing as how he hardly knew anyone who would bother to visit. Glancing at the clock (and realizing that he should likely have gone to bed hours ago), he set his book aside and went to cautiously answer the door. It couldn’t have been anyone aside from a roaming drunk at that time of night, with that sort of chaotic knock.
Opening the door rather carefully just in case, the sight that met him most certainly wasn’t anything he’d expected. “Sun–”
Words failed. Instinct took over; and interestingly enough, instinct seemed to at least have some sense. The woman was covered in blood, far too much to be able to tell from where, but there was little doubt that most if not all of it was hers, dark and still dripping. Arms wrapped around her, Sephiroth tried to remind himself to be delicate about moving her inside, ignoring the crimson rivulets and smears left on his porch, gathering on his floor.
Towels. He should get towels first, try to stop the bleeding.
–No, she was better off in the bath tub, small as it was, where she could be cleaned off.
Both.
Trying to carry her into the bathroom through tiny doorways and a narrow miniature hallway was decidedly not easy, though he was grateful for the fact that instinct and adrenaline still weren’t allowing him to panic. “Are you– What happened?”
| onewingedancient |
Demetri is closing up the bar tonight. He hadn’t been really creative with finding a job upon moving to New York. Dani had taken over his Djing name; and all in good will, but that had left him with nothing left to fall back into besides his illegal activities. He’s already contemplating getting back into that business, seeing as he’s never really gone to school to get an education, and it does seem to be the one thing that he is for sure good at.
But, in the mean time, he’s a bartender at a pretty classy sort of joint. He’s paid fifteen an hour here, plus tips, and really he can’t complain. Demetri gets plenty of tips here, and all he has to do is crack an effortless half smile here and there and he lands ten dollar bills within a few minutes.
He’s contemplating a lot right now, seeing as he’s got a miracle of an entry level job. He dries off the last glass, turns the lights out, and slips out of the bar as he locks the door.
onewingedancient sneaking up on me would probably not be good. it'd just worry opal more. i think. ...i don't know, it's been harder to hear her lately. fighting, maybe, but i'd get cut in half immediately. my weapons were part of being a reaper. it'd kind of make the fight pointless.
onewingedancient replied to your post:onewingedancient replied to your...
…Ew. I can handle a little smut stuff, but no. Not everywhere. Gross. And I dunno, it seemed like a nice if morbid idea while I was typing it up. It’d be giving you your “unlife” back, right?
yeah.
it might. it might not. i dont know.
onewingedancient replied to your post:onewingedancient ugh, okay, nevermind, because...
I don’t know what a Mareth is but, whatever. You could somehow get me to come over and kill you myself. Strictly on a platonic, mercy-kill, kinda apologetic sorta thing. As long as I make it back here somehow. Or is that too callous an apology…?
i honestly don’t know if i should trust it as an apology.
mareth is a world where everything revolves around sex. you can guess what would happen if i went there.
onewingedancient I don’t care what you have to say. Fuck off.
