#pragerstrasse

[guttersniper]

@pragerstrasse said: “ the past is so tenacious. “ 

the interestings.

fingers pinch in the middle of his soboro bun, tearing it into two pieces of near-equal size. he half-stands from his chair enough to put the larger half on the small plate in front of unlikely company. food, he’s found, living by the skin of his teeth that he has, is always a good peace offering. 

“ it begs to stick around. isn’t that how that saying goes? “ he’s about ninety-nine percent certain there’s no such saying. mutt shifts gears to prop his weight up on the nearby counter. no one is around to tell him not to do it. “ you gonna tell me what you’re doing here? “ park seok-do might be their nutria, but he’s geumga-dong’s guard dog. albeit slight in stature, and barely into double digits, fierce loyalty to those who have proven themselves pack undercuts all else.

he thinks, distantly, that the only reason he’s allowing this semblance of polite conversation is because vincenzo seems to have taken a liking to han-seo. and, he’s the one mutt trusts. 

[rubyfall]

          THE VERMILLION VAGRANT ARRIVES WITH LILACS,  THE FRAGRANCE TO DISGUISE THE TANG OF SPILT VEINS.   it is always this way,  a contagious vibrancy she carries and her entourage is nearly as colorful as she.   this was not her first time in the city and it certainly would not be her last;  mortals and night creatures fed off of her presence alike.  everything about the dahlia encouraged frenzy but it felt more like a pleasant bout of vigor to most   ━   and when she meant little harm,   it was just that   (  control had never been her strong suit and perhaps that is why she had grown to be an evasive woman  )   I INVITE YOU IN;   BUT REALLY YOU ARE LINGERING ON IN THE ENTRYWAY OF THE HOUSE THAT IS WHOLE OF ME.  all those doors locked shut but the home itself was pleasant and there is a crackling fire in the grate;  come in,   sit yourself down,   put your feet up…   but whatever you do,   do not get too comfortable.  

@therealdahlia to @pragerstrasse​  (  scout winter  )  hey pup,   i'm in town this week 🤗  any way you think you squeeze me in for a quick lesson maybe?   it's cool if not…   but i'm coming by the studio anyway just to see what you're up to 👁   so consider this a warning

        this was customary;   curious dahlia,  bewitching  dahlia,  enticing dahlia.  her attention was in several places at once at any given moment until there was sudden clarity.  a fixation  ━  they never lasted long,   yet when they came about they were insidiously strong.   ALL EYES ARE ON YOU AND THOSE THREE LITTLE GRAY DOTS ON A SCREEN.  take the bait,  scout winter,  i know you want to.  seal the deal;  or she would do so in their stead.  once her attention was captured it was not so easily swayed  ━   for better or for worse. 

[choicescreen]

@pragerstrasse

she knows her presence here was surprising, sprawled on the chair usually occupied by one mr. nam. (what is it he calls his bicycle? she ponders as she chews.) it isn’t even a question as to what she should do next. either to distract him, or win him over, she doesn’t quite know, herself. perhaps it is both. mi-ri extends the remains of the twizzler in his direction, other hand twirling a lock of silky hair. “ try it. “

[lanidaes]

FIRST  THINGS  ARE  INDEED  FIRST     —————     IT  IS  THEIR  POSTURE  THAT  CATCHES  HIS  ATTENTION     before anything else,     then their clothing and finally their speech.        all these things happen in simultaneity,     the way a clockwork’s gears churn in only one deliberate motion   ;   such pieces of an intricate puzzle piece themselves accordingly into a timid and obviously flustered being     (   that can be so assured even without the help of   any such deductive reasoning   )   ,     but their wayward glances and nervous predicament serves a little more than that,     a  wandering  guess  occurs.        he bites the tip of his pen,     eyes narrowing into focus keenly   as a fox.

it is   @pragerstrasse    (   as gray   )   and their mannerisms that give them away quite easily,     though it is quite clear this is mortifying.       that makes two of them.

❛   it doesn’t take even a consulting detective to see you clearly nervous,     my  dear  fellow,     so let me make this as quick as possible so you can be on your way back home where you so clearly wish to return to.        what else did you see on your way to work     —————     that is a damning detail that is   quite  crucial  indeed.   ❜          he leans back on his chair in the interrogation room in the police department,     the  glass  walls  and  reflective  surfaces   barely helping either of their situations much at all.          ❛   will it help you to say   there is no one watching us   behind that window at the moment  ?        it  is  only  us.   ❜

[esbye]

`    ♡   .        PROMPT        ⅋        SPEAK NOW .

“I thought I had you figured out.”      ➜      sent ,      @pragerstrasse .

There’s a hint of tenderness caressing her features,  the sides of her lips slowly twisting up.  Her sight,  once focused on the ground;  still trying to drown out the surrounding noise of panic,  distress — aching agony,  slowly shifts as her head turns to look at the other sat beside her.  It wasn’t until recent they’d become acquainted,  though it’s not the first time she’d seen Sae-byeok.  Perhaps,  if their circumstances were any different they’d have made good friend,  great ones even.  She could see it now,  disappearing to Jeju Island,  the sun beaming down to fill them with a warmth like no other,  drink in hand,  no debt or worries,  a person right by Ji-yeong’s side that wouldn’t betray or twist a knife deep into her spine. 

“Everyone thinks that.”    Eyes shine in the ambient lighting,  not daring to look away from Sae-byeok to see the inevitable fate of a choice they had to make.  You or me.    “Don’t you know by now?”    Her head turns more,  lips curled a little wider,  no animosity on her face as she twists the marble between her index and thumb currently submerged inside her pant pocket.    “Not everyone is who you think they are.  You think you’ve got them all figured out.  Until you turn the corner and question everything.”    Being here was enough to see.  Neither of them should’ve ended up here,  and yet, here they were.  Though there wasn’t much for her,  quietly weaving her way through until she no longer could.    “Sometimes we’re not meant to figure people out.  Not completely.”    Leave a little bit of mystery,  a lasting presence.

[wiltherie]

❝   MARIANNE,  I WAS JUST THINKING  . . .   ❞      he paused,  slipped his bottom lip between his teeth  &  bit down hard,  tried to find the ideal,  flawless,  perfect way to word himself so his question wouldn’t come across as if he were expecting her to say yes.      ❝   well,  without a job,  i can’t afford the room at niall’s anymore,  so i was hoping ─   because otherwise i’d have to go back to carricklea for the summer  . . .     i was wondering if maybe i could stay here for a bit?     just until i find another job,  then i would be back at niall’s.   ❞

❈   starter for:   @pragerstrasse​​

[symbiostic]

@pragerstrasse​’s   ray   asks   :   ❛   i   thought   you   were   chained   up   ,      possibly.   ❜   𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙢𝙥   𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨.   accepting.

ah   shit   ,   eddie   thinks   ,   smile   already   bright   &   wide   the   moment   he   heard   that   voice.   fuckin'   a   ,   he   knows   that   voice   anywhere.   the   thing   about   being   a   local   news   reporter   is   that   while   you   get   to   know   the   people   in   your   neighborhoods   ,   you   don't   exactly   get   to   spend   too   much   time   with   them   on   a   more   personal   level.   it's   always   a   quick   hello   ,   maybe   ask   'em   some   questions   &   then   you're   on   your   way   back   to   your   apartment   to   type   up   your   story   so   you   don't   miss   your   deadline   (   or   a   coffee   shop   with   better   internet   if   you're   low   on   options   ).   eddie   can't   say   he's   had   much   of   a   chance   for   ray   fuckin'   person   to   grace   him   with   his   little   shit   disturbin'   presence   lately   ,   but   it's   definitely   a   real   treat   to   see   him   today   of   all   days.   they've   worked   in   the   same   areas   ,   helped   each   other   out   on   stories   by   dropping   hints   on   where   one   could   find   a   hot   lead   ,   but   damn   ,   they   really   haven't   had   a   chance   to   chat   or   even   just   grab   a   beer.   maybe   that   can   change   today.

❝   c'mon   ,   person.   you   know   me.   i   don't   do   that   kinda   shit   without   a   safe   word.   it's   all   fun   &   games   until   it   ain't   ,   am   i   right   ?   ❞   with   a   wink   &   an   even   wider   grin   thrown   his   way   ,   eddie   doesn't   hesitate   to   pull   the   other   man   into   a   tight   hug   ,   having   to   resist   the   temptation   to   lift   him   off   his   feet   ,   just   because   he   can.   ❝   it's   good   to   see   you   ,   y'know.   feels   like   ages   ,   man.   the   hell   have   you   been   ,   huh   ?   ❞   strong   arms   release   the   other   writer   from   his   embrace   ,   but   still   unwilling   to   move   away   from   his   space   just   yet.   ❝   feels   like   fuckin’   fate   we   should   meet   like   this.   i   just   finished   up   for   the   day.   you   free   right   now   ?   i   know   a   place   close   by   where   we   could   catch   up   ,   if   you'd   like.   good   drinks   ,   decent   food   ...   i'll   even   let   you   in   on   my   latest   story   if   you   pay   !   pretty   solid   deal   ,   if   you   ask   me   !   ❞

[folklohre]

you are like a chestnut burr, prickly outside, but silky-soft within, and a sweet kernel, if one can only get at it.

                           [ 𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇 ] :   from @pragerstrasse​​’s august sirin.

                         there is a house at the end of a street,   a safe haven disguised as a quaint,   german apothecary     ─     inside it is  a witch and a half human,   two souls who called to each other in the night and found each other by chance.

                         daisy has never had a home.      there was the saint agnes orphanage,   the countless foster families,   her van and then shield     .   .   .      but they were all fragile,   shattering under the pressure of her catastrophic heart.      she’s a wandering soul,   a restless being at her core,   and though she waits for the instinct to run from august to set in,   it never does.      the lack of deep want to shield august from her presence   [ which she once believed could only be compared to that of nuclear fallout ]   should have scared her,   but instead daisy finds that  she likes the peace.      she looks up and takes in the color of the kitchen wall,   the sunlight beaming in through the window,   the calm sound of august somewhere behind her,   and it is suddenly all clear as day     ──     she has a home now,   and she only leaves when she’s needed elsewhere     ;

a watchdogs group in a nearby  bundesländer,   a shady politician in need of a good scare to put them back on the right track,   new inhumans popping up across europe     .   .   .      [ she may not be a shield agent anymore,   but that doesn’t mean that she's retired from her old  vigilante activities  yet. ]

        “     𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘈 𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘕𝘜𝘛 𝘉𝘜𝘙𝘙, 𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘒𝘓𝘠 𝘖𝘜𝘛𝘚𝘐𝘋𝘌, 𝘽𝙐𝙏                        𝙎𝙄𝙇𝙆𝙔-𝙎𝙊𝙁𝙏 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉, 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘈 𝘚𝘞𝘌𝘌𝘛 𝘒𝘌𝘙𝘕𝘌𝘓,                                  𝘐𝘍 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘖𝘕𝘓𝘠 𝘎𝘌𝘛 𝘈𝘛 𝘐𝘛.     ”

                         ❛      hmmph,   that’s  sweet.      did you find that online?     ❜            a smile tugs one corner of her mouth upward,   teasing.      she doesn’t bother trying to hide it,   and when she turns around with two mugs of hot tea in her hands,   it’s still there.      she places one mug on the table in front of august,   settling in on the chair opposite her,   and pulls up her laptop,   fingers instantly flying across the keyboard.      a moment passes at her will.

                         ❛     ─────     you have  a sweet kernel  too.     ❜