#speciosusmortem

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

Just for today...||(closed)

(cont.) @speciosusmortem

Faith frowned, her eyes darting from his...

...she tightened her jaw. It had taken a lot for her just to ask that much of him. “Yeah well not all of us are gonna live forever,” was that really the issue here? Was that why she’d pulled so far away from him? “You know what? you’re right, I shouldn’t even fuckin’ be here, it was fuckin’ stupid.” 

She drew back from him crossing her arms tightly over her chest. She’d blame it on the liquor, one might think she couldn’t drink anymore than she already had. Faith, however, in pulling away from Drake, dove head first into the bottle. She wasn’t sober right now, not by a long shot but she was still functional, “Sorry I wasted your time I guess,” she muttered patting herself down for her flask and finally producing it from her jacket, and taking a swig. 

[ourpieceoutoftime-blog]

Different Customs | Closed for SpeciosusMortem

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It had been exactly 1-week since she’d moved into her new flat here in the brand new (to her) city. Melody was still getting used to Earth, and what it really was like to be on the planet (it was friggin’ huge!). Everything was bigger and grander than she’d expected, was greener than she’d expected but also greyer than she’d expected. The roads were black (or a faded black/grey), pavements light grey or white, a lot of buildings were greys, or silvers, or another ‘neutral’ colour. But there was seemingly trees everywhere! The more you walked around the city the more you saw! And, it seemed like, you could walk around for the whole day and still not see everything!

The days on Earth weren’t exactly what she was used to either, and so, it became an almost common thing for the ex-Time Agent to still be ‘out and about’, walking around, not getting back to her new little home until well past midnight.

Today, however, the sun was still out. Based on what she’d learned so far, and the position of the sun above, she’d say it was mid-afternoon. Possibly late-afternoon. Sometimes the difference between late-afternoon and early-evening were hard to differentiate. But nonetheless, as the woman walked, she seemingly walked more away from the ‘heart’ of the city she’d gone towards the previous day on her little exploring adventures. Eventually, she started to walk past a cemetery.

The sight of the place seemingly confused her, mainly because, from what she could remember, Mel never knew of someone who buried their dead. Even relatives. She’d seen a lot of cremation, and a lot of other ways, but not a lot of burials. It made her stop and just look at all of the graves there. The place (just like most things on Earth, really) was fucking huge! What terrible event had happened in this city for so many people to have died?

[sacrillegea]

@speciosusmortem

& like a roach after a nuclear annihilation, it seems no matter how hard she tries drake was an i m p o s s i b l e man to get rid of. Though annoyed, his presence oddly enough was one of comfort----- not something she’d usually associate with him.      The hound exhales the last bit of her cigarette before putting it out, head tilted in the other’s direction. ❝You know... as fun as this has been, I think it’s time you go.❞ Looks like that didn’t last long...

[idontkillorphans]

💀 Knee my muse in the groin (my muse fay cause why not)

The air was practically robbed from Sleipnirs lungs, a gut wrenching pant leaving his lips till he fell to his knees, hand holding his crotch as his entire lower body felt like it was on fire, groaning out as he hit the floor, the stone cool across his front. “Ughhhhhh...”

[daedaluscried]

@speciosusmortem

“ Do you see that too? “ Sometimes, one has to check.

[just-badcode]

we’re the only single people at this wedding table lets get drunk and bitch about everyone au

@speciosusmortem - found this on your dwishlist and I loved it. 

“You know, I usually don’t care about whether Im single or not, but - “ She swallows another shot, sending a glance at the happy pair dancing on the dance floor. “But it has been a long month, and then I see those two and - has there ever been a pair that looked more perfect for each other? I dont even know them and Im happy for them.” 

[natekuliina-blog]

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“You’re missing the point. I seriously don’t give a shit.”

[ourpieceoutoftime-blog]

Coffee, Tea, Food, People | Closed for SpeciosusMortem

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With a stretch and a yawn, Amelia sat up in her bed. She grumbled her way out of her bedroom and towards her kitchen, her hearts set on making herself a nice big cup of coffee to wake herself up. Most of the time she didn’t need to sleep every night, and when she did need rest, it usually wasn’t for too many hours. But, with that mentality, sometimes she went a little too long between sleeps or naps. It was totally all on her and completely her fault, but when you’re doing various things, sometimes you just don’t want to leave to go to bed.

Last night had been one of those nights. So, she’d slept a bit longer than usual, had been quite a bit more tired before going to bed than usual, and was still tired when she woke up. But she had things to do, people to meet and help, new places to explore. And most importantly, coffee to drink so that she could do all of that!

Opening her cupboard, the Time Lady grabbed the bag of ground coffee out, but it seemed way too light in her hands. Actually opening it up and looking inside, she saw why.

“No coffee then. Shit.”

Throwing the bag in the bin, Amelia knew she’d need at least some sort of caffeine to help wake her up. Otherwise, she may very well fall back to sleep!

“Tea! Always have tea!”

Nope. That was empty too and went straight into the bin.

“Right then, to the shops, I guess.”

She really hadn’t thought much of it as she grabbed her bag. She was still wearing her PJs and slippers, her hair a mess and uncombed, still in the (now extremely) messy bun she’d slept in, she hadn’t even brushed her teeth yet. But she needed coffee, so she opened up her vortex manipulator to ‘zap’ herself into a grocery store.