#unavernales

[mournus]

"I’m willing to be your monster."

@unavernales

A rowdy commotion at the café caught Tangguo's attention. At first, he felt a concern, leaned back in his seat away from his book and tea to catch a glimpse of what was happening. He'd only caught the second half of the argument, and so couldn't truly understand what had been the cause of the trouble.

It seemed some customer was quite upset with the person behind the counter. Tangguo usually wouldn't find entertainment in such things, but... the way this one carried themselves... his quick responses, his body language. It made Tangguo smile. What a cute little thing.

Tangguo finished off what was left of his tea and put his book away in the pocket of his cloak, adorned with faux fur, lace, silk, jewels. His long necklaces tapped against his chest that his deep plunging v-neck his silk blouse exposed.

"It's alright," he eased up behind the stranger, fingers casually waving, the till suddenly opened, "I think you want to give him his money back."

The staff member, stunned and confused, didn't know what to do other than take the money out of the till and hold it out.

[damntragedy]

@unavernales liked here for a starter

The Man with the Pig mask was a curious being. Dangerous. But curious. He was powerful but not all knowing so he often chased the next thing to see what would come of it. Unfortunately that often intentional and unintentional destruction in his wake. That was simply his nature; perhaps not what he was made for but what he was always to come to be.

His latest fascination was of the mysterious god of this place; trapped in a town very few seemed to have access too. This god was dangerous too, but perhaps Cain's wrath was much more righteous. "It's awfully lonely out here, isn't it?" The man called out into the town. He hoped he didn't have to use magic to draw the god to him. Magic wasn't always agreeable with the masked man.

[lellarps]

continued from here! @unavernales

Perhaps you thought yourself a dryad? Or a graceful swan?—but Ares bit back the taunt, if only because his sweet spouse had called him that. Quite the weapon those words had come to be, and probably eso had realized that too. Along those fluttering long eyelids and doe eyes—

Ares stood there, studying them, or maybe doing something more meaningful than that. All of Ondinea was a perfect trap to catch his eye, after all. He could spend hours just admiring.

"Maybe a trust exercise, my sweet? Would you jump?"

Oh, there were other ways... He could summon his flying war chariot, or bend the air and the tree under his fist. He could reach up, seize the trunk, and bring the whole thing low, forcing the tree to kneel before its god and smoothly bring the naiad down... likely killing an unknown dryad in the process, though.

But neither option sounded nearly good. They seemed riskier.

"Come, Pearl" Ares said, stepping closer, arms outstretched, his dark eyes gleaming with challenge. He looked quite the piece taken from a sit-con with such a suggestion. Except he was dead serious and would rather break his own arm than let dear spouse get hurt in this.

What could possibly go wrong when the god of war—armed with divine reflexes honed in battle—offered himself for a stunt?

[rainyearning]

@unavernales

"You know.." Dohyun started while entering the kitchen, switching on the light. "You don't have to sit in the dark like this while eating all my cereal." He noticed, brow raised while he watched Cain eating the sweet stuff straight from the package. "That also tastes better with milk.." He took a bowl from his cabin, taking the bag from Cains hand to pour some of it into the bowl, adding milk. He then grabbed a spoon, handing that to the creature. "Shouldn't you be out of town?" He got a second bowl just so he could get the few leftovers of the bag for himself, adding milk. He could be more surprised to see Cain in his kitchen, late at night but he wasn't. He had felt his looming presence the whole day..

[lycanus]

to @unavernales … for pasha

“svetlana…” manseok calls softly, once he’s taken off his coat and shoes and is quietly padding his way through the house. their house—pasha and svetlana’s, really, not his, no matter how long he’s been here and how much it feels like home.

he knows pasha is present can smell him on the far side of the house. thankfully, because he doesn’t want him to overhear his terrible pronunciation. his daughter, of course, has made no complaints. “lana, kde jsi? mám překvapení.” i have a surprise. because of course he does. of course he can’t stop thinking about her, even when he’s supposed to just be picking up groceries.

[loversarcade]

@unavernales, a closed starter

It isn't that Orion comes here often enough to be a regular, but he's been to this place enough to know that it's usually never this busy. Maybe it's just that kind of day; maybe they're short staffed. He doesn't know.

What he does know is that, while he may have time to kill waiting for his order, the others waiting probably don't. "You ordered yet?" he asks, turning to the person beside him. "The food is worth the wait, at least, I can say that much."

[weedzkiller]

to @unavernales ( for serghei )

"oh, hey, serghei!" even as he waves and hurries across the campus courtyard to him, daehyun still can't believe that he's talking to him, that they're—kind of, maybe, sort of—friends. or at the very least, they get along well enough to do this. he doesn't know how to talk to serghei about anything other than farrah and the clothes he makes, but progress is still progress! "i wore that shirt you gave me to practice yesterday; do you wanna hear my thoughts now or is this a bad time?"

[kitsched]

No, he's not staring. He is gazing. He's long lost track of whatever Ye-eun is talking about (he's pretty sure it's a new squish mallow), but just seeing how she lights up just talking about something she likes has him absolutely entranced. // @unavernales