#septicrinse

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"so, what do i owe this pleasure?" ⸻ from anton.

𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬. @septicrinse

Now that Yuki stood before Redding's most prominent pack’s leader -- former leader -- it became clear why Isen sought out a connection to him rather than his son. Still, Yuki felt a disconnect between himself and Anton Vardanyan, just as he did with every other being that toed the line of human and inhuman. The calm waters of his aura clearly held something underneath. Something Isen viewed would be of use to him -- and something Yuki wondered would be the opposite.

Still, it wasn't his place to question Isen, and so he inclined his head, calm and professional. "Recently the Crimson Blades expanded to Redding," he said, his subtle accent tinging his voice. "It would be rude of us not to introduce ourselves, don't you think?"

The words felt strange on his tongue. Like they didn't belong to him, like they were scripted. Yuki brushed the thought away. "You may have a different word, but the Blades are almost entirely made up of tensai, those of us with abilities. We have something in common."

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@septicrinse said: ❛ i don't care for approval, and i don't mind doing without. ❜ ⸻ from enora, to shannon.

          wicked sentence starters

               And that is why the two witches connected on the level in which they did, so all Shannon initially did in response to Enora's statement was chuckle before placing the longways bookmark in old tome and raising to her feet so she could take other's hands into her own.

"A moment for the poor souls who would expect anything less from either of us." A small moment of tenderness as Shannon raised a hand to brush loose strands from Enora's face. "I know you don't need to be told this, but that's where your power comes from... and when people realise that you're aware you don't exist to cater to their needs... it terrifies the hell out of them. Never change."

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@septicrinse said: ❛ you actually… listened to me? ❜ ⸻ from zero, to drevyn.

          prompts for people who aren't used to kindness

               "I'm flattered you have so much faith in me." He looked down to her after speaking. Not how he would with the others he was forced to mingle with in his daily and nightly life, but simply because he had to if he wanted to keep eye contact. "Eli's been a brother to me my whole life, so I'm going to help in every way I need to to help him, but you're his wife so I know I can trust you to take charge." There was no competition in who knew him better, but there was a simple fact that they both knew him differently and could provide him with different things. "But in saying that, after he's settled, you and I are going to be having a very serious conversation." What softness was in tone previously had totally evaporated. "Tonight."

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@septicrinse said: ❛ do you think i'm irredeemable? ❜ ⸻ from zero, to blaez.

          dark & angsty sentence starters

               Oh, that was one hell of a question for Zero to be asking right now and with her mental capacity being in the state it currently was, Blaez wasn't entirely sure she could answer it. Zero, in the throes of her righteous grief, had done something that had gone so against everything that the wolves believed in. Blaez knew that once news of this spread, there would be mixed opinions thrown in every direction and she would do everything she could to protect Zero, Eli and Aidan... but whether the pack decided her redeemable or not was something she didn't enjoy thinking about.

She loved being what she was and adored her people, but she knew from her own personal experiences that they were notoriously stuck in their ways and while necromancy was a little deeper than the difference of opinions, Blaez felt that it was something that that Zee might even have to decide for herself.

"I think." There was a pause, a moment to consider her next words. "I think for right now, all we gotta do is rest. Take it easy and deal with this sorta thing tomorrow with fresh eyes and fresh minds."

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@septicrinse said: ❛ everyone else bores me. not you. ❜ ⸻ from mikala, to shannon.

          "we constantly flirt every time we meet but it's never gone anywhere" prompts

               "Don't let Enora hear you say such a thing." Shannon replied with a wicked smile, simply adoring the fact that she could affectionately tease them both without the other getting too offended. While smile was aimed at Mikala, the chuckle that left lips was hers alone, simply to allow herself a small amount of time to enjoy that she really did have the best ( and worst, depending on perspectives ) of both worlds.

In a moment of genuine affection, index finger was raised to the bridge of nose before gently running it down the centre of his face, down to chin before smiling again and allowing hand to fall back to her side.

"But I am glad we find each other's company mutually beneficial."

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@septicrinse said: ❛ i'm your mind giving you someone to talk to. ❜ ⸻ from jasim, to kasey.

          dark & angsty sentence starters

               As comfortable as she was occupying Jasim's bed, laying on her stomach with feet in the air the air as she casually perused her magazine while quietly enjoying the early hours of the night, though she couldn't help but wait for them to get up to something. When he chimed in with his small comment, the vampire was quick to raise head and turn a little so she could look at him with a confused look.

"Did you just quote Evanesence lyrics at me?" Question was asked, a small chuckle to follow before she wriggled around to readjust herself, letting dark eyes return to text on sheer pages. "Would you consider a mildly less depressing song, maybe?"

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@septicrinse said: ❛ pull yourself together. we have work to do. ❜ ⸻ from enora, to shannon.

          dark & angsty sentence starters

               Perks of her gifts and situation was that the pain she felt essentially worked as both inspiration and ammunition to wreak the havocs on those who deserved it. Cons of that very same thing often meant that the pain and anger she felt could totally overwhelm her if she wasn't emotionally prepared to take it all in.

"Am I helping you?" Or was Enora meant to be helping her? Or were they working on a little something for someone together? Once she grounded herself properly she could figure things out.

Pulling together the strength and mental energy to pull herself up from her dishevelled bed, eye contact was made with the fellow witch. "What do you have in mind?"

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[ stitch ] sender stitches receiver's wound ⸻ from mikala.

𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 @septicrinse

Yuki wasn't fond of healers. The way they knit his skin back together had become a familiar discomfort, a reminder of what had happened, and a different sort of pain that came with it -- a phantom pain, something that wasn't real. Another scar, faded as though it had been there for years, if the healer was merciful. Strangely, given how he'd earned this wound, Yuki almost preferred the pain.

It took a certain dexterity to stitch up a wound properly, quickly -- and though Yuki bore it in silence, he could tell Mikala's efficiency was designed to reduce the pain. As they worked, Yuki considered the imprints that washed over him; an ancient feeling, like the grounds of a crumbling building, whose origin was far beyond comprehension -- charged with a strange electricity. The ink on Mikala's skin, a scorpion and a snake, seemed a tangible version of the phantom ink Yuki felt on his own hands. Countless pieces of work, countless people they'd transferred it onto, for generations. But Yuki felt something thicker coating his fingers, something lukewarm, with the undeniable scent of metal. Blood.

It didn't faze him. After all, Yuki's hands were far from clean.

He looked down at the wound on his side, having lifted the saturated remains of his shirt up. It took considerable control for Yuki to let someone else touch him, much less let them see the scars that already marred his skin -- but something about Mikala's aura brought Yuki some semblance of ease. And he certainly couldn't have made it back on his own.

"Thank you," Yuki said, his voice quiet, as he dangerously entertained the idea that this was just a simple act of kindness. The bruises on his face throbbed and the more shallow cuts here and there brought forth a stark realization; that Yuki had been in real trouble. He cleared his throat. "I can pay you, if you want."