#saturnbled

[sigmadolos]

@saturnbled​ said:  “How many fingers am I holding up?“ from silly little clown

angsty injury starters

   “  Is this one of your pop quizzes?  “

   Sigma squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, despite how he hears Nikolai’s chatter - though if its CONCERNED or merely trying to get his ATTENTION, he can’t quite tell. He just needs a second to breathe and let his vision settle. Then everything will be okay. He counts back from five before allowing his eyes to flutter open again and meet Nikolai’s waiting face. Quite frankly, he’s rather surprised Nikolai waited and didn’t immediately bounce to another topic. 

   “  You’re holding up....."  He hesitates a moment before speaking.  “  Three fingers. “  It takes a moment when his vision still seems a bit blurry. But he can’t exactly be too surprised when a man practically twice his size had ran full force into him and knocked him over. For a moment he’d simply laid on the ground like a fallen bird, dazed until he’d snapped back and realized Nikolai was at his side. It was a complex mixture of comfort and LACK of it. The other  was hardly the SANEST of the angels, but it was nice having a FAMILIAR face at his side. 

   He grimaces, slowly forcing himself to sit up even when the world spins for a moment, and then up onto his feet. He can do this. He’s fine. Although if Nikolai was asking.... A hand lifts up to try to feel his head, and his hand draws away to see blood coating his fingers. He blinks for a moment, staring at it before looking towards Nikolai and clearing his throat.

   “  ...Can you get us out of here?  “  He didn’t want to be the subject of the stares of the growing crowd. The blood could be dealt with after - it didn’t feel TOO bad at least,  “

[bemuseing]

@saturnbled said:

❝  huh,  it  seems  i’m  immune  to  coffee  now.❞ - gin and aku

❝ That's because you drink so much of it. ❞

Ryuunosuke had always preferred teas to coffee. Part of it was purely down to personal taste, but the other was that, unlike his sibling, he was unfortunately much more easily affected by the caffeine. He was already on edge most of the time. He didn't need to be even more so.

❝ If it isn't doing its job to keep you awake, maybe sleep is a better option. ❞

[sigmadolos]

@saturnbled​ said:  [ TOUCH ]: (from nikolai hehe)

THINGS DONE WITH HAIR [ TOUCH ]:           just for the sake of the contact, the sender reaches out and gently touches the strands of the receiver’s hair. (from nikolai hehe)

   There is always so much to do; there are days where it seems like he’s drowning in a sea of tasks to accomplish. He cannot afford to miss a step ( he can, but the angel refuses to miss a step of this dance ). Words blur as silver eyes trail along rows and rows of text, till it looks less like familiar writing and more like stripes in his vision while he struggles to hold back a yawn that threatens to drag him to sleep. Keeping an eye on Nikolai and his energy was also a task in of itself even on the best of days. He didn’t have that sort of energy, he wasn’t one to march to the sound of his own drums. 

   Fingers thread into his hair, and Sigma allows a soft, subtle sigh to ease past his lips. It was nice. Soothing even, as though the stress was slowly easing from him like winter’s ice melted away by spring’s gentle sun. For a moment, the manager allows his chin to rest on the palm of his hand, papers held in his other hand as his eyes slowly start to slide close. Just....For a moment. He could let this happen for a moment....

   Wait.

   Silver eyes snap open again abruptly, frowning at the hands that rests gently in icy white and blue strands of hand.  “  Nikolai  ?  “  His gaze slides from the clown and towards where his outstretched hand disappears at the edge of his vision before looking back towards Nikolai again.  “  What exactly are you -  “  What might have been a scolding falls on its face when he interrupts himself with an exhausted yawn  “  -  doing?  “  

   Really, he isn’t quite sure why he bothers to ask. Simply put, there are things he cannot understand about the man. He’s plenty sure that the same could be said in reverse though as well. The sky and the earth might see each other, but there were things that could never be known between their differences.  Loathed as he might be to admit it, that gentle touch in his hair was the most relaxed he’d felt all day. A simple, gentle touch. It is the closest he’s felt in days to anyone. There was a reassurance in it.

   Not that one could ever be safe around Nikolai. He knew better than many how quick moods could change. But in the calm of the night, he doesn’t swat at the hand that rests in his hair. Only tilts his head slightly with an innocent inquisitiveness, like a bird that’s found something particularly interesting to it. 

[sigmadolos]

@saturnbled​​ said: you are horribly old - fashioned ,  aren’t you ? (from nikolai :D)

sleepy hollow prompts

For a moment, Sigma is absolutely FLABBERGASTED at the accusation from the clown. Old-fashioned? Him? Him, who had the only flying casino? (Now, at least. Nevermind the years of torture while enslaved or the early days with the decay of angels when he had nothing - naught but a first name. Nothing more, and nothing to lose. ) Silver eyes simply stare at Nikolai.

Really, he should know better than trying to figure out whatever twisted logic and chaos brews in Nikolai’s mind like the raging sea when Posideon was mad.

“....Is this because of the paperwork?” Sigma finally ventures, silver eyes flicking downwards to the stack of papers in his hand. They were all files on new patrons. Names, rooms, medical history, family history, work history, people associations, behavior patterns. Everything that could possibly be useful for interacting with someone. Every single person who stepped foot into the aerial casino would be known by the manager, like a hardrive of a computer. He could not strategize like Fyodor nor did he have the penchant for violence as Nikolai - but he DID have the best memory. (For better and worse at times.)

An indignant huff leaves the manager as he pushes a lock of icy blue hair over his shoulder and sets it down.  “ I am not OLD-FASHIONED.  I just find a physical copy is more helpful, and I don’t have to be at my computer to keep memorizing the hundreds of new patreons that come here along with the regulars.  “  

   Why is he defending himself again? Now that he thinks about it, Nikolai might just be MESSING with him.  “...I don’t suppose you came to visit to try you luck at a round of poker, did you?”

[zhongshen]

⁜    景气   :    starter call [ for @saturnbled 's kazuha ]

　　　❝             . . .   ❞ & he is staring . neither moving to capture his attention , nor rushing to disturb the other's appreciation for the festival rites . the other seems to gaze upon all with a familiar fascination . takes his time , & quite like the dawning spring , unfurls when he feels himself ready . the other breaks the silence in due time , offering his voice to the man : a baritone that rings from the depths , brimming full with long - buried nobility . ❝   what is it that you see ?  ❞

[majesticmulti]

@saturnbled asked: (um.. hi we don't talk much but .... *shy* idk if u write goro akechi but i think akira should eat his fingers aha x_x u know.... *shy face hiding behind my sleeves*) 7.  INSOMNIA :  for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am. (i told u i was gonna post the whole thing)

a comprensive list of scenarios // not accepting !!

recently, goro has been unable to find rest. due to things that he wouldn't be able to inform anybody of. he did have to keep up his perfect, detective prince act anyway. he found himself roaming around, there were a few people roaming, mainly drunk people. amongst those who are stumbling around, he noticed a familiar silhouette.

carefully approaching, goro adorned his friendliest smile. "akira, it's strange to see you out here so late." he must have been fraternizing with the phantom thieves. "are you alright?"

[bemuseing]

the boys s1 starters  //  @saturnbled sent:

❝ you’re not the only one whose life was ruined. ❞   (aku siblings for beast verse :D)

How long had it been?

Since that day when he had recklessly attacked the Mafia headquarters and found his sister after four and a half long, spiteful years, only to have her immediately stripped away from him again.

Since he learned exactly what was wrong with him, just what kind of person he was, and was given a glimpse of how he could fix it.

How fragile and precious this very moment was, just for Gin to be speaking with him now. She had decided to give him a chance again, one that he wasn’t convinced that he deserved. Not yet. Perhaps not ever.

❝ I know. I’m sorry. ❞

Words would never be able to express his repentance. It would take too long even to write them down in a book, pages upon pages. He hadn’t known the perfect answer to give when she asked back then; and he still didn’t know now what exactly he should say at any given moment, except to speak the truth, plain and simple, with no justifications.

Closed for a moment, his silver eyes opened again to rest on his sister’s face. Patiently he’d waited this time and lived with his whole heart to prove he was more than what he had been, hoping one day for a day just like this, when he would be allowed to see Gin’s face again.

He felt no particular expectancy in this reunion, painfully aware of how Gin could disappear again like smoke if she judged him to still be nothing more than the angry, destructive creature he had been back then. He still didn’t know exactly how he could prove he was any otherwise.

Though in any case, he couldn’t just be silent. He had to at least try.

❝ Gin... you were right. Everything I did was for myself. That day when we were children, and in the years afterwards too. ❞

I’m sorry for leaving you. I should never have left you. I’m sorry for being consumed by the beast in my soul.

He paused, taking in a slow breath. His face couldn’t be relied on to communicate sincerity, so he had to use his words, paltry as they were.

❝ I... think I’ve learned, now. I was blind for so long. ❞

[mcmoryfound]

@saturnbled​ inquired: the  princess'  typical  behavior  is  that  of  a  spoiled  child ,    rotten  to  the  core .   but  standing  in  front  of  fyodor  has  her  stomach  doing  flips  and  eyes  sparkling  in  a  hue  they've  never  shined  before .   every   interaction  is  like  a  first  meeting  all  over  again ,   making  her  feel  like  she's  flying .   ❝  you  have  something  for  me  to  do ?  ❞   (toxic plays in the bg)

     Initially only complete silence followed the question. Not that he had to ponder on anything, oh no. Fyodor had everything that was needed to do always in back of his mind. With that, if she was needed for anything, Mary would be already informed. Or maybe was it foolish hope that there was something more? Even if there would be something, girl wasn’t right person for any of it.       For now the only thing to do is wait to see how everything will get into the right places.

     “   If you know how to play chess, we can play a round or two.   “ Gaze pointed into direction of the chess set. Not that she’d be any kind of challenge there, no matter the tutors she could get in this world, but might as well kill some time in one way or another. Maybe it would even be entertaining a bit. “   Otherwise, there’s nothing to do.   “