#sweetest-blxxd

[jorahgothique]

@sweetest-blxxd

Jorah gave her temple a quick patting as she thumbed through page after page and book after book. An extensive library a lovely asset to have but when one was tired and looking for a very specific piece, it became a tad infuriating. Sleep not her best friend at the moment. The day one of tossing and turning, no more than forty minutes eye rest at a time. 

Then the moon and its stars arrived and it time for her to begin her routine. A routine that became more of a blur as time proceeded. It brought her the point of feeding became a chore. An appetite disappearing in favor of wallowing melancholy. It simply no longer fun, no longer rewarding. Laying around and staring at the plain wall seemed just a bit more fitting.

The sound of another entering barely registered. Another book pulled from the shelf and pages quickly flipped through. It not until she looked up from the bland pages did a strike of emotion ring through her, awaking all that rested. It stirred like a storm in the spring and Jorah knew not what to do. The shock evident through her eyes and so she brought them down to the book once more. She saw no words on the page, only his face. A face she didn’t wish to see anytime soon or again for that matter. 

Damned Dante, why did they need her to go now? When he needed to be here as well? Forcing her gaze to a steel, she looked to the bookcase once more and pulled yet another out. Yet, no matter how hard she tried to read it to quickly recover the information, the words always jumbled into a mix of his name. 

[shieldedsoul]

     ❝  e-excuse  me  ...  ❞  consus  approaches  cautiously  given  the  unfamiliar  surroundings.  they  have  no  idea  where  they  are  :  unfortunate,  but  at  least  there’s  someone  nearby  !!  ❝  can  you  tell  me  where  i  am  ?  i  think  i’m  lost  --  !  ❞

@sweetest-blxxd  (  valentino  !!  )

[blooddrinkingbartender]

Kinsmen (closed for sweetest-blxxd)

@sweetest-blxxd

It was just a regular evening. There didn’t seem to be anything particularly special or interesting about it so far. At least it would be closing up soon. He would be able to enjoy a long walk or perhaps a long drive on his motorcycle. 

Then again, he had some gameplay videos to do, and perhaps some vlogging. Ah, he still had some time to think about it.

He was taken from his thoughts by a drinks request and so he got himself to pouring them out, letting the glasses roll down his arm and then sliding them down the counter to their customers once they were done.

[pushspacetocontinue]

Music to our Ears (closed for sweetest-blxxd)

@sweetest-blxxd

It had been a shorter performance than normal. But most of the fans had been understanding. Russell was still recovering, especially after the impromptu free running session the other night. 

However, the long-time fans had warmly welcomed him and the rest of Midnight Swarm back to the stage. They had finished and were now mingling with their audience. 

After a while, Russell had excused himself to a quieter part of the social club so he could sip his drink in some relative peace. He sipped at the water he had gotten, taking some deep breaths, just like he had been told to. 

[carney-fir-darrig]

💙

Peer into my muse’s memories 💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

     He had a mate, once.

     It was his first serious relationship. The fae was sure he would never settle down, before it. Confidant he would roam the world alone, and he had come to terms with that. One night stands and quick, intimate moments had been enough. They had always been enough.

      Until he found love. 

     It came unexpectedly, with bouts of laughter and terrible pranks. Night’s spent tangled up in each other’s arms as the faerie poured out his soul, speaking things aloud he never dared too before. It came as he comforted the old warrior in his times of trouble. It came as they both set out their grief and still felt comfort.

     It came suddenly. Undeniably. Painfully raw and soothing and aching, all at once.

     There was no way to predict how well they would work together. They were so different, with Carney being sprightly and humaniod, and Mortis being Herculean and closer to a bird than a man.    But they hunted together, and he didn’t shy at the grist. Carney ate the meat, he ate the bones. They bathed together, talons pulling apart his curls and fingers getting between his feathers. He didn’t flinch at the fae’s chill, and Carney didn’t melt under his heat.

     If he had known how little life Mortis had, he would have cherished it more.

    He wasn’t Fae. Carney had thousands of years under his belt, and more to come. Mortis was barely three hundred when they met, already far into his prime. It was a concept Carney had trouble grasping. Why he was slowing down at five hundred.

     It had tore him apart, when he came to his cave. 

    The bird always would greet him, even if he spent more time in his nest then not. It was always a smile and his name, a hand reaching to pull the fae close enough to preen. Carney hadn’t realized how comforting it was until it didn’t come.

    The nest was cold when he crawled into it, hands gently shaking a massive wing. Deep down, he knew what he had come across. What had happened during the night. Carney didn’t want to believe it.

    “Mortis...? Love...?” The words were whispered, wet already. Mortis didn’t shift as an iced tear fell across his beak. He didn’t move as the fae put a hand to his cheek, fingers dancing under the plume to scratch at a favoured spot. 

     He didn’t move as the ice started taking over, wails of the Vulture’s name bouncing off the rocky walls. He had gone somewhere Carney couldn’t follow.

    He still had trouble visiting his grave, the ache rocking his shoulders before he stepped a singular foot into the garden. 

[jorahgothique]

@sweetest-blxxd

-“Valentino?”- Jorah whispered to him. In the beginning reviving memories by a completing a job together sounded promising. Just like how it’d been before. The start of everything Jorah came to love were those times spent in places like this. Exciting to know there was someone how enjoyed it, thrived from it, and excelled at it. Valentino’s presence invigorated the passion for thieving. How can I have fun with it Jorah’d often think to herself. Now fun was not something to be thought about. Flowed so naturally when he around. 

Or at least that is how it should be. Yet excitement mutated into concern. Jorah wanted this to work out, wanted this job to be like the others. But since the hotel where he had gotten hurt, well, Jorah didn’t want him to experience that level of pain again. 

The memory of such a place left a bitter and dry taste in her mouth. Each day another one farther away from it. This job, however, would be another jump away from it. Reassurance swept doubts away. That was then. This is now. Out of all the jobs they’ve pulled together, something good came out from each of them. This would be no different. 

-“I have majority of the building mapped out. There is plenty of places to use for cover if we are in a pinch. There is an easy way to get to the hard drive, quiet too. Get this done with minimal attention and that data can be taken right from under them.”- she shoved her concern away to instead once again discuss details.

-“There is an easy way in, just in the back--a window well. It leads to a room kept usually unoccupied by anyone. The room where the laptop should be is on the upper floor.”- Most likely hidden somewhere but Jorah had the sense both of the had a talent for finding hidden treasures. 

-“We have your stand as a good method of cover if we need it but from all accounts it should be rather quiet.”- It may not be exactly what they were used to but a low stakes assignment gave Jorah an easy heart. -“I have everything I need. Are you--”- she smiled at him, -“Ready for another adventure?”-  

[pushspacetocontinue]

♦

“Mysterious.”

[pushspacetocontinue]

“You’re too nice for your own good”

“Oh, ehehe, Valentino, that’s… uh… well… that’s kind of you to say, but uh, well, I do try and keep it all balanced out, ehehe…” he knows he doesn’t do a good job of it though.