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[reflectionbound]

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     “ ... ” Well he’s nervous now. “ Are we spending New Year’s Eve together? ”

[queensconquest]

orbitcd said:  ' okay. and then we kill the son of a bitch. ' - jorm to fenrir

( FF7 STARTERS )

   “  Exactly.  Then  we  kill  the  son  of  a  bitch.  “

   As  if  he  would  ever  protest  the  killing  of  something  anyways.  Only  of  his  family  or  those  close.  Otherwise  ?  He  didn’t  particularly  care  who  got  killed  or  why.  Why  should  he  ?  Fenrir  saw  no  reason  for  it  nor  had  any  interest  in  some  philosophical  arguement  for  why  he  should.

   “  But  terrorizing  them  first  would  be  a  bit  more  fun.  Like  the  thrill  of  the  chase.  Though  not  quite  the  same.  “  It  would  produce  amusement  rather  than  adrenaline  (  or  adrenaline  and  amusement.  )  “  And  once  we’ve  had  our  fun  ,  then  we  kill  him.  “  

   Brotherly  bonding  time.  

[sunwinea]

he really  cannot  help himself.   not even in the slightest.   not even a little.   the moment tokiya walks by ren has pushed himself from his spot against the wall,   walking after the blue haired male with a grin that stretched ear - to - ear.   a long  wolf whistle  is given,   chuckles fall soon after.

@orbitcd​,    ren  &  tokiya!

[accxlades-a]

inquired by - { @orbitcd​ }

    -             requested daejung

“ would you mind that I show you something? ” his voice was soft, though concern laced his tone. He never let anyone see this side of him. Even at home, he hardly let himself be entirely “free”, in fear of someone might see him. Might attack him while he was vulnerable.

fingers pause as they work the metal between calloused fingers.  the god’s preoccupied, playing with the links he’s been forming from where he sits on the floor with andras’s hounds.  those damaged eyes are quick to find the solar, and he can’t help the slight blush that dusts at his cheeks each time he sees the other.

“of course.  what is it?”  he’s quick to put down the metal, letting it pool in his lap; his attention immediately focused on the other.

[sweetmarzipan]

— @orbitcd​

          It isn’t often that Anthea leaves Korea. In fact, the she only leaves maybe twice a year, particularly for holidays or special events. In this case, she’s in France for a wedding— an old friend from university had invited her, and so the planning and travelling began. Currently stationed in Paris for the next week or so, Anthea had made sure to arrive early to visit one particular city, 3 hours outside the capital. 

The campus is slightly familiar at this point, gaze roaming the grounds as she makes her way to the building she had been directed towards. She examines any and all passerby in case they happen to be the friend she has come looking for, yet until she gets to the particular room she has yet to see him.

If his schedule was still the same, Raven should be having a class get out any minute... but then again, Anthea hasn’t checked with the older gentleman about his work lately and could very well be wrong. Tentatively she peeks around the doorway, a little hum building in the back of her throat. The last thing she wants to do is interrupt, but she has to at least check she’s in the right place. She’s decided to surprise him instead of doing the smart thing and let him know she’d be in the country. Alas, Anthea is quite fond of surprising her friends.

[nobilitylost]

@orbitcd​ | daniel & heejin 

   he was nearly frozen from the cold by the time he was let into the meet and greet area, flashing his press badge one last time to get past the last set of guards. A lower-level assistant led him to a set of comfortable chairs in an empty dressing room and told him to wait for his interview to arrive. He had twenty minutes, they said – no personal question. They were rules that Daniel was intimately familiar with since he’d taken his job. Anything personal might be construed as improper, and in a day and age where everyone was looking for a scandal, publicists and managers were hypercritical of everything being asked.

Not that he blamed them, but he wasn’t there for dirt – all he wanted was an interview good enough that his editor would run it and the readers would enjoy it. Anything else? That wasn’t his business.

Daniel had long since gotten over the nerves, didn’t even blink now when Idols or actors or famous authors walked into a room. They were just people, like him, and that was exactly what he kept saying to himself when the door opened, and the subject of this week’s interview walked through the door.

He was already on his feet, smiling politely, when Heejin made his way across the room. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. Our readers have been asking for an interview with you for a while now.” There was nothing but truth in the statement; in staff meetings, their editor had spoken of emails, calls, and letters received and had ranked all the major personalities that their readers wanted to see in the magazine. It had just taken a while to get this particular one scheduled. “I’m Daniel. Daniel Lin.” His Korean was accented, obviously not native, but decent enough to be understood. “Please. Come sit. I don’t want to keep you any longer than necessary; I know you’re busy.”

[queensconquest]

orbitcd said:  ‘Mm, i know this probably hasn’t crossed your mind, but I still got these instead.’ He handed a small velvet box to fenrir, inside was a pair of ruby studs, Doyun’s birthstone. He reached over to press a small kiss to his cheek and smiled. ‘I don’t think you’re the type to like gifts like chocolate or roses, so maybe this will be something more your taste.’ - for fenrir

   “  What  hasn’t  crossed  my  mind  ?  “  For  all  intents  and  purposes  ,  Fenrir  looks  absolutely  baffled.  It’s  not  exactly  a  surprise  ;  given  much  of  his  time  was  spent  chained  and  after  he  usually  simply  worked  or  lent  a  hand  in  Hell  secretly.  The  wolf  had  displayed  very  little  interest  in  learning  human  culture  beyond  what  was  needed  to  get  by.

   Still  ,  he’s  accepting  the  gift  with  a  puzzled  expression.  It’s  not  Christmas  ,  and  he’s  never  actually  told  Doyun  when  his  birthday  was  ,  so  it  was  a  bit  confusing.  Was  this  that  ‘  this  ‘  that  Doyun  mentioned  ?  Questions  buzzed  before  he  opened  the  box  to  look  at  the  earrings  inside.  “  Thank  you.  “  He  agreed  to  the  remarks  with  a  nod  ,  reaching  up  to  change  out  his  typical  earrings  for  the  red  studs  gifted.  

   Orange  eyes  blink  as  he  looks  up  at  Doyun  ,  blinking  with  a  blank  expression  and  then  “  -  Just  kidding  about  not  knowing.  “  He  had  ,  if  only  because  of  the  assault  of  rose  and  chocolate  scents  in  the  last  couple  weeks  had  made  him.  A  hand  rests  on  Doyun’s  back  ,  gently  pushing  him  towards  the  kitchen  expectantly.  “  Go  look.  “  

   Inside  on  the  kitchen  island  sat  a  vase  of  flowers  along  with  a  sealed  box  ,  inside  of  which  sat  a  box  of  chapssal  donuts  from  one  of  the  restaurants  he  knew  Doyun  liked  ,  still  warm.  “  Luckily  I  got  them  just  before  you  showed  up.  And  happened  to  have  this  smell  sealing  box  so  it  wouldn’t  be  a  give  away.  “  No  ,  Fenrir  didn’t  get  the  POINT  of  such  a  holiday  ,  but  it  had  sounded  like  something  Doyun  would  care  about  and  based  on  the  gift  he’d  received  ,  it  had  seemed  he’d  done  right.

[queensconquest]

orbitcd said:  could you come home? - raph to lucifer

( EVERYTHING I NEVER SAID STARTERS )

  The  sunlight  was  warm  against  Lucifer’s  skin  as  he  laid  in  a  hammock  ,  wings  spilling  over  the  edge  but  it  didn’t  seem  to  bother  him  much.  He  felt  drowsy  ,  listening  to  the  sounds  of  birds  chirping  and  the  wind  through  the  leaves.  In  truth  it  wasn’t  something  he’d  much  enjoyed  since  his  fall.  He  didn’t  bother.  He  had  no  desire  for  it  but  now...

   He  was  just  about  asleep  when  he  heard  Raphael  speaking.  Part  of  him  wished  to  simply  continue  into  the  familiar  embrace  of  sleep.  But  he  forced  his  eyes  open  ,  drowsy  and  sluggish  as  he  blinked  at  Raphael  for  a  minute.

   Home  ?

  “...Yeah.  Why  ?  “  Lucifer  rubbed  at  his  eyes  and  then  slowly  struggled  to  get  up  and  out  of  the  hammock  even  as  everything  protested  the  gesture.  He  could  fathom  why  Raphael  would  specifically  ask  him  to.  It  wasn’t  as  though  he  had  a  role  there.  But  even  without  the  knowledge  ,  Lucifer  began  to  walk  his  way  back  towards  Raphael’s  cottage  with  some  curiosity.