#proeliums

[eclipteds1]

     A NIGHT OFF. it’d been what she needed. holidays were occupied with work, and for good reason, and once everyone else returned to work -- odette’s vacation had only begun. she hates christmas, she does, but it doesn’t stop from eartha kitt’s santa baby from blasting through the condo. with a rolling stones tee hung from frail shoulders and legs remaining bare, she uses the living room as a personal stage ; bottle of tequila in hand, hips moving along to the lyrics,  and nothing could put a dent in her night. until a frame is spotted in the doorway and she nearly chokes on her liquor. “ … you’re home ! ” surprise has taken her features, though she quickly recovers. “ want some ? ” / @proeliums

[vi0lens]

🗧* ⭒   ᣟᣟ    𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑    :    SUKI     , @proeliums

wit   would   have   thought   that   there   was   not   much   anyone   could   do   to   disguise   suki   from   him.   memories   of   salt   -   tinted   skin   and   hearts   racing   tinted   his   face   red   as   he   searched   for   her,   but   the   crowd   blended   together.   none   really   stood   out.

a   waft   of   soured   fruit,   like   a   sun-aged   peach,   pulled   his   head   in   the   other   direction.   his   shaking   hands   itched   to   tear   off   the   mask,   to   crash   his   mouth   into   hers   until   he   drifted   off   into   sleep   in   her   bed.   but he compromised   by   grabbing   her   arm,   eyes   locking   onto   hers.   an   addict's   gasp   left   his   lips,   and   he   settled   like   a   dog.   he   didn't   get   like   this   often,   but   they   hadn't   seen   each   other   in   a   while,   and   a   fight   coming   up   always   wound   him   tight   enough   to   snap.   his   fingers   wiggled   their   way   under   the   fabric   of   her   sleeve,   gently   feeling   the   warmth   of   her   skin.   "   hi.   "   

[warystares]

✘ CLOSED / ft. rosie d'angelo ( @proeliums ) on the faceless ship / the second level

the moment remington luck makes it past the SECURITY posted at the entrance of the ship, the jacket he's secured his name tag for the evening to is shrugged from NARROW shoulders, thrown with no shortage of IRRITABILITY over one as he quickly disappears into the crowd. and really, the whole idea of it is BULLSHIT if you ask him ― what's the point of anonymity if the folks around you've still got a way to address you ? and maybe he's just a little bitter because of his particular moniker, but he thinks that's JUSTIFIED too. who the fuck decided he'd be the GRIFTER anyway ? that's just bad for his image. scowling, he makes his way through the ship with little other purpose in mind than the gathering of intel ; every visage he can identify through the ornate cage of a mask, every name tag kept visible for insatiably inquisitive eyes. there's a DRINK in hand the moment opportunity strikes, but it's nursed far too long to remain palatable and so, somewhere amid his meticulous prowling of the ship's second level, he breaks off in search of another bar.

it isn't a DIFFICULT feat by any means ― liquor flows here tonight with all of the commercialized & pre-packaged grandeur of bellagio fountains, spraying far & free ― and remy has quickly abandoned his watered-down cocktail on the nearest empty service in favor of another. now he's walked off a bit of his temper, he might actually be more inclined to ENJOY it. discovering the frustrating task that is trying to gain another's attention when NOBODY has peripheral vision and his own expression is entirely CLOAKED has him pressing palms into the counter, resigned to WAIT until he's noticed by the busy bartender. always on the HUNT, even when stuck standing stagnant, remy surveys the rest of the crowd populating the bar. no one of any real import ― not that the theme of the night makes that EASY to gather ― until an icy gaze lands on the patron directly to his left. there is something familiar about her, and it does not take long for realization to dawn on an already impatient remy. ❝ oh christ, you're kiddin' right ?! don't i get enough of you on a normal day ? now i gotta deal with you in my leisure time too ? ❞

[yuungmenace]

@proeliums ft. ono katsuki

location; the faceless ship, level 3, womens bathroom. from watching the unbridled violence happening on the floor above, maxine had decided to step down to the floor below. it was becoming too much, watching faceless people fight one another, being able to analyze fights, understanding technique, weight, ebb and flow of punches and movement. the itch began to grow, the need to join in, to prove herself to a man long dead who still kept a controlling hand on her shoulder. so, maxine had tried the only real distraction that the boat had to offer, the floor decked out like a club. she felt like the oldest here, bass pumping, not the sort of music she really liked either and the idea of something to take her mind off ghosts seemed to backfire immediately. with a can of some shitty IPA in her hand, she walked towards the bathrooms to put on a little more lipstick ; her eyes met someone else's in the mirror, naturally. that gaze was sharp, somewhat familiar. max tried to be disarming, gave a half smile as she asked; "having a good evening?"

[8blud]

“   i  thought  about  what  you  said  yesterday.   ”   /   starter  call.

𝚒𝚗𝚝.     𝚊  𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝  𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗  𝚘𝚏  𝚊  𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢,   𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚠𝚊𝚢  𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜.

rowan  can  quote  from  any  of  these  books,   despite  never  reading  them.     i  don’t  learn,   she  thinks,   i  just  know.     @proeliums     speaks  like  rowan,   mincing  no  words.     upon  hearing  their  voice,   everything  in  her  softens  like  a  basket  of  fruit  rotting  in  the  sun.     sweet  and   wrong.     her  eyes  brighten:   a  head  tilts  until  those  dull  eyes  catch  the  light.     in  this  right  slant  of  light,   she  almost  smiles.     they  share  a  shade  of  brown,   she  notes  absently.     ‘   was  it  something  nice?   ’     a  polite  tease.     it  doesn’t  quite  realise  the  game  of  its  tease.     still,   rowan  spares  no  attention.     even  stops  her  fingers  from  tracing  the  spines.     ‘   i  should  say  it  more  often  if  it  makes  you  nicer.   ’

[softreigns-blog]

✉ jemma x

✉ ↪ / TUESDAY AT 10:55 PM: PUT THE TOILET SEAT DOWN OR I’LL MAKE ODETTE YELL AT YOU

✉ ↪ / THURSDAY AT 7:02 PM: i don’t want to sound like a grandma trying to set you up with her friend’s grandchildren but i just had a parent-teacher conference with a REALLY nice lady who’s recently divorced. she made me cookies. 

✉ ↪ / MONDAY AT 6:17 AM: do you know want anything from mcdonald’s? i’m too lazy to make breakfast and they’re twenty four hours now (!!!!!) 

[fracturedpersonas-moved]

"Go ahead and cry, see if I care."

Angst Sentence Starters yay!

Despite the dark blood that pooled below him, the giant wolf held the sword between his jaws steadily with a rumbling growl that suited the clear animosity in his amber eyes. This would be Sif’s last stand to protect the great grave behind him along with the single ring many undead sought. Yet this castor simply wandered deep into the forest seemingly without a thorough plan and now mocked the beast as she skirted away from the hard swings of his great sword. With a snarl, Sif lurched forward, favoring to lift his weight off one of his paws to slam the blade into the ground where she once stood. His teeth trembled on the hilt with the effort to lift it back from the earth. Even so, he would fight until the bloody end.