#seraphxphantasms

[mannerlycannibal]

@seraphxphantasms

A small parcel just happens in her new dwelling, as of course he’d know where it is, having helped her find a location.

It’s in butcher’s paper, tied with twine, and is rectangular, sure, but it has an odd angle to it.

[bloodstainedsails]

"Uh, you know, Halloween is still like, seven months away right?" Devi giggled slightly as she pointed at the male's clothing.

“Four. And yes.” He bores into her with his ruby-red eyes, before the intensity of his stare calms down in favor of a sharp smile. “Have you never seen an honest-to-God captain in your life, miss?”

[storykeeps]

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“Wayne?” The man echoed Devi in his response, still shining the brim of one of his mugs. Typically he wasn’t supposed to just disclose information about his customers on a whim, but the way Devi sulked in all despondent and defeated managed to yank at his weakened heart strings. 

“... Yeah, I know him. One of my few regulars, actually. I typically don’t see much of him; most of the time he’ll buy his booze and scutter on out. Sometimes he’ll stay and chat, though. Not the most jolly or flattering talks, mind you, but it’s better than just watching him march in and out of here like a fuckin’ zombie.” Finishing up the glass he was working on, Ash slid it across the counter in place of a one still covered in suds and water.

[scalysacrilege]

seraphxphantasms replied to your post: “Gentle kisses on his chin then lips.”

  "Sh." Oh look she's getting into his lap and kissing him more. Snide is more than a little confused, but he accepts it nonetheless, putting his phone aside to kiss her back, pulling her close.

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@seraphxphantasms

In the aftermath... words were said, wounds were healed, yet more promises made... this time, by her for once... but while the crisis was nicely beaten down and out of the picture... the core problems remained.

Progress had not been made.

Promises had been made weak and untenable.

Rage and betrayal were still dwelling in his heart... even though he still couldn’t truly blame her in the end, and because of that the turbulence failed to calm down on its own.

So, he carefully took the time, after he let her get some space, a breather, to work out the best course of action...

...and then, all that was left was to deliver his ‘suggestion’ to her in person, returning to the room she had been in last.

“...Devi... its time we got back to what we should have been doing this whole time. What we both tried doing, either apart in futility, or together before we got distracted. Preparing.”

[dangerous-times]

Memory stone

Send “Memory Stone” to get a flashback from my muses past.

“Hey Mom, can I ask ya a question?” The youthful Chris looked up as he helped his Mother with washing the greasy remnants of their fish and chips from their plates.

Rebecca glanced down to her son, and she offered a fond smile to him, though she obviously looked worn from today’s work, “Of course, what’s on ya mind?”

Handing a plate to her, Chris now glanced aside nervously as he gently twisted the sponge in his hand, “I...Was w-wanting t’ask...” Bright blue eyes gazed to his Mother’s eyes, wide and curious, “...What was Dad like?”

The plate nearly fell out from her hands, but thankfully, she caught it without too much worry. A perplexed expression was shown, and a confused chuckle did answer Chris’ question at first whilst she racked her brain for an appropriate answer. One hand reached back to fumble with the back of her neck, and she chewed on the inside of her cheek,

“Ya Dad was...Interesting. I was young when I fell for ‘im, an’ he was sweet, an’ charming, an’ jus’...” A wishful sigh did pass her lips, and the young Chris only poked his tongue out at the icky talk of love, “...But he also had a lot o’faults at times...He was brash, self-centred, an’ got ‘imself in a lotta trouble...”

”What kinda trouble did Dad get into?” He was sucked into her words suddenly, starved of information of his Dad for so long, as he was much too young the last time they were together to remember him.

“..Ah...W-Well...Ya see...” Rebecca shrugged, and turned back to scrub the already-clean dishes to distract herself briefly, “...He did bad things, an’ wasted lotta our money, which is why I work so hard now, an’...” Another sigh left her, but there was no affection, just bitterness, “...He left us, Chris, but I’ll say he left me with one good thing.”

Chris looked puzzled, obviously too young to still comprehend the severity of his Dad’s actions, but understood his Dad had done something naughty, which he knew was bad! 

“You, an’ I’d go through all them years again if I got t’have ya once more!” She leaned across, her lips softly kissed his head before she ruffled his thick mop of blond hair, and Chris reacted with a retching noise and then a embarrassed giggle,

”Mom, that’s for babies!”

“I know, an’ ya still m’baby, now, go pick out a movie for us t’watch tonight, an’ I’ll jus’ finish this up ‘ere!” She smiled, and watched as an excited Chris dashed out the kitchen, thankful that children were so easily distracted from the world’s troubles. Eventually, she thought, he wouldn’t stay innocent for long.

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seraphxphantasms replied to your post : Golden orbs appeared and formed into the ginger....

“What… the hell have you done to yourself?”

He looked away, ashamed of how he looked at the moment. Tainted by Primal energy to the point of it being visible. He had hoped he would have fixed everything by the time she returned.

“Y-You know how I haven’t been feeding? Well.. this is kinda just what happens when the amount of Primal energy in my body is higher than the Soul. I thought maybe I could find a way around feeding to get energy back and restore myself but..”

The small, defeated frown on his face said he didn’t.

“Only other option was absorbing my soul. Which I knew you wouldn’t be alright with.”

[mannerlycannibal]

A gentle knock was given to the large door to Bjorn's den before the ginger waited patiently outside for him to answer. She hoped he'd answer and not his mate. The female fae scared Devi.

It takes a short while, but the door comes open slowly, in that foreboding way it does, metal and bearings shifting and clanking. In the door is Bjorn, just as big, just as angry-looking, but a little more tired-looking, as well, though he noticably softens- just for a moment- when he lays eyes on Devi.

“You have a way with timing. Come in, I suppose. Pray you don’t run into Vadis.”