#sunsctfcde

[penniesfortheferryman]

Send ☺️💋 to kiss my muse to relax them.

Kharon was grumbling and shifting around with unease for a solid few minutes. That was until he felt a soft pair of lips on his cheek, his eyes drooping half closed as he felt his tense muscle slowly loosen up. A soft sigh is pushed from his lips as his shoulders slouch and his and uncurl and a soft smile touches at his lips.

@sunsctfcde // closed.

[gaisciochanams]

[ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver (( Uilleam for Iris ovo ))

NON VERBAL ANGST PROMPTS || Receiving no longer

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. One second she had a gun pointed at her, the next she saw a man on the ground, clutching a wound on his shoulder. Iris immediately knelt down to help the man in question, shooting a fireball to knock back the thugs. As her fire burned, creating a sort of barrier, she tried to tear some of the fabric away from the man's wound, blood coating her fingers. Gods, there's a lot of it.

"You're going to be okay, sir. You hear me! You're going to be okay." Questions rang in her head. Why did he jump in to save her like that? The two have never met.

[hxllblazer-a]

@sunsctfcde​​ for Marzena Drometar De Reve !

“Y’know... met a ghost once on a spirit walk. Bastard didn’t even know he’d been dead for decades and that he was dreamin’ the whole time.”

[liminaled]

@sunsctfcde​ liked for victor!

“There’s supposed to be a gala-type event later this month for the university.” Victor flicks through a few papers, silently reading the tentative schedule that’s been set up for that evening. “It’s where alumni and big donors come and schmooze and drink too much champagne all while trying to one-up each other.” He’s a social man, but even these sorts of events can grow tiresome for him. 

[macveigh]

She was no longer weary of bothering Uilleam whenever he was busy doing something such as reading or mulling over a manuscript. Her company was always rewarded with his kindness and affections no matter what he was up to or when. Wearing a matching pajama set and a pair of fleece socks, Morgan wanders over to where the Dream Master sits and crawls across the chair, into his lap. She tucks her head beneath his chin and throws a blanket over the two of them. Spring was well on it’s way but Winter was still clinging to the air outside and the atmosphere inside of the apartment Morgan and Uilleam shared.

“We should talk about names.” 

closed starter feat. @sunsctfcde​ for uilleam

[billyrussc]

@sunsctfcde​ (dreamer) sent an ask // 

❝ oh , i should deal with this. ❞ 

𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑, laughing silently. Billy is amused by her, even if he knows he shouldn’t be. She’s a stranger, one he hasn’t looked into as well as he should. Too much has happened, far too quickly. 

❝ What is it now? ❞ he muses, stepping closer. ❝ Something wrong? ❞

[umbrclflame]

@sunsctfcde liked for a starter!

The forests of Outworld had a particular brand of charm that the cryomancer had grown quite fond of in the last few months. The forests on Earth buzzed with life at night, insect chirps and animals crawling around in the darkness that stared at him with curious eyes. Most stayed away from him, a few of the more curious ones wandered a little closer to Bi-Han than comfortable. 

He stops at the very edge of the woods. 

Wow, he’d somehow managed to wander his way out of the woods while being deep in his thoughts. Certainly a miracle that he had not tripped over something or even his own legs. 

“What a beautiful sight tonight.” 

Hills in the distance that stood as silent sentinels in the night, dunes of white sand standing beneath the star studded night sky. If only he wasn’t cursed with the fate to be on the run, this would be a place that would make a good home in the future, somewhere far from everything, away from the troubles that plagued his existence as a Lin Kuei assassin. Far from all the eyes that stared at his back for being a hired hand. 

A voice speaks in the back of his mind: ‘Don’t let your guard down now.’ 

There were many, many occasions where he wondered if he was yet sane. There remains no sane man that could say they are hearing voices at the back of their minds without coming off as having a few screws loose in their minds. Being alone for... how long? When was even the last time he had spoken to something that wasn’t the air in front of his face? A month ago - no two months? 

[penniesfortheferryman]

"There is a little street fair happening near by, if you would like to join me?" Kharon offers, bright eyes glancing up from his lap as he speaks in a low calm voice. It had been a while since he had been to one and thought it might be fun for them to do together. Maybe find a few trinkets and or some fun food to try.

@sunsctfcde // closed.