#serpentongue

[serpcntes-a]

@serpentongue​ requested a ghost starter 

having barely any intel on this mission doesn’t sit right with him but orders are orders ;  he shoves down any paranoia and discomfort he may feel about this to just focus on the meeting with someone known as ‘phantom’. a fixer, he’s told. could hold good intel on their target and how to find them. ❝ ghost 0-2 closing in. standby. ❞ he radios back and with a moments pause to double check surroundings again, he knocks on the door. they’d better have what they need.

[ftwpositiviity]

SERPENTONGUE.

ANONYMOUS SAID;  I am so happy to see @serpentongue (channy) come back stronger than ever. I am so proud of her and in awe of all the continued work she does to build up her world, character, and her kindness toward others! Enjoy your peace and happiness, you deserve it dear! 

[thekavseklabs]

Surprise @serpentongue

[apexulansis]

“ i’ve  got  enough  friends ,  nobody  else  needs  to  know  my  name . ”

sentence starters | accepting

What friends? I scarcely see any. Talon bites his tongue, and watches the other with a passive gaze. Sometimes, speaking to him felt like speaking to a mirror (which, he would be surprised if Vhrosevphaelians even had reflections to begin with). Would he be so frustratingly avoidant? Undoubtedly. Fingers drum along the table contemplatively. He wasn't used to being the one who wanted to know more. The one on the other side of this equation.

And so it was because of what he was that Talon found it hard to find a response. After all, his name wasn't known either. Let alone his visage, or species. He thought to offer a trade... But held yet another reply back behind his teeth. Tail lashed, and then finally, after a minute of silence, the hunter speaks — ❝Then perhaps I might earn that privilege.❞ Perhaps you might, too. ❝Over time.❞

[mmettamorphosis]

@serpentongue (cont'd from here):

【 THE LAUGHTER SHE emits is somewhat stilted and controlled, though not for lack of sincerity at what she considered an amusing gesture. Rarely-heard mischief laces her tone. ❝ To admit envy before an angel? Shameless, truly shameless. ❞ Not that Fia minded that confession—even if gazing at him, too, gave her fear her eyes would be revealed as a monstrous green if they were to ever open. A horrific thought she sweeps aside, assisted with the casual wave of a hand. ❝ Not that I am certain I can hold my own definition of sin against someone so out of my realm . . . I have a suspicion this would not matter to you to begin with. Luckily, it does not matter to me at the moment, either. ❞

She pauses to reflect before moving on. Unlike her conversation partner, Fia was more than willing to part quite a bit of information regarding herself to anyone who offered to listen. It was simply a matter of painting the correct image. ❝ . . . Hm, how do I put this . . . ? Not to ignite a potential debate, but I do not believe mortals are inherently good nor evil. It would be absolutely inane to try and fit all of humanity in a single box, would it not?❞ Her eyes squeeze shut just a little bit tighter. ❝ That being said, my duty requires me to seek out sinners, not just anyone. In some cases, I would not hesitate to call them human scum. My belief that mortals are not born with malice in their heart perhaps leads to the atrocities they commit paining me more than it should, but I do not feel an ounce of sympathy for those who force my hand. Again, it would be foolish to discredit the amounts of generosity and kindness I have been shown throughout my years, however, the most vile humanity has to offer can drown that out with ease.❞

It takes her another moment to realize she was fully grimacing, a dismissive shake of the head masking her scramble to relax into that “disarming” smile. ❝ Ah—my sincerest apologies. I have not even asked for your name and I am already going into dramatics . . . ❞ 】

[smokescholar]

∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . :3!

Wahi wouldn't pass the opportunity, Gods knew he needed to get out more. The Mahjarrat had become a creature of habit, and it took more than a gentle coaxing to get him out of his 'lair'.

He had forgotten to pack his tobacco, but you know what? He didn't even care. The smell of grass after rain, the rustling of trees in the wind, the familiar voice of an old friend was all that he needed. He should do this more often, it would do him some good to get back to his roots every once in a while.

"Thank you, for allowing me to tag along. I...missed this, it reminded me that I'm not meant to be stuck indoors. If you ever want to just, you know - get away from things and go for a good long run, I will always be available."

He didn't often get to spend time with the other ancient, whether it was work, one of Wahi's fixations or just Sliske being...well, Sliske. But what time they did spend in each other's company, he had a tendency to hold on pretty tightly to. Not many people really understood him as much as Sliske did.

Wandering slightly off the trail, he stopped to pick a couple wild flowers for pressing. He didn't know how to use a camera, and he wanted something to remember the day by.

"There's a landmark not far from here, right? We should go there, I heard the view is truly spectacular."

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 || @serpentongue || Accepting

[mslangermann-a]

@serpentongue​ liked for a short starter    

     Since Temple Gate, Lynn had become accustomed to monsters. They lingered in the peripherals of her vision, hummed and hissed in the dark, spoke out in booming voices at the edge of sleep. They knew no rest and no matter what she did, they remained. Unchanged. Unmovable. But familiar. A sight she came to expect, no matter how it made her stomach churn. What she saw now, its towering figure too large, too unnatural, was not Sullivan Knoth nor Val. No, it was someone - something - much worse. All color drained from her face. Lynn choked back a breath, trying to tell herself it wasn’t real. Another nightmare. 

[apexulansis]

continued from here - @serpentongue

Talon nodded silently in the affirmative. He didn't have much interest in going on about it — on about how lonely life was stuck in this perpetual state of in-between-wanting. Stay back, but please come closer. Maybe that was why it felt easier to linger like this around Sliske — someone who could understand how he felt. Why sometimes he needed to stay away, too.

❝Is it? What's a luxury like you doing out of the Upper City then, huh? Too uptight for you? Or is it just that you enjoy getting down and dirty with the rest of us?❞ Talon intones, mirroring the playful jab with one of his own.

❝I predate Neo Shousis. You can imagine, I'm sure.❞ Was all he really needed to say. This city was a lively, talkative one. There were many stories about him included — practically intertwined now with the city itself. So many didn't even know he was the same person, only thought he was an alias passed down from one to another. It didn't help he let the rumor continue, but sometimes such things were useful. Sliske would understand that as well. Better than most. Better than him, even.

He turns the dagger in his hands in idle thought. The gloved pad of a finger presses to the tip of the blade, applying force until it cuts through the material, and into his flesh. His hand is turned away so that Sliske does not see the blood that immediately surfaces, but smelling it was no issue. Talon is unperturbed, only queries without quite finishing; ❝Do you sharpen it regularly—❞

The hunter only looks back at the Vhrosevphaelian when he poses a question of his own, eyes darting up without his head moving. The metallic tail hanging below sways in idle thought, though his hardly visible expression and his voice is utterly unreadable. ❝...It is made of bone.❞