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[damcned]

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‘ and here i thought demons were staying in hell. ‘ the demon outspoke, light venom spreading through every single tone of her voice before lips endeavoring the thrust of a unpleasureful frown. ‘  and why do i owe this PLEASURE ? ‘

[loathedlineage-a]

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                              "I’m a witch, not David Copperfield. I can’t                                 just make crap disappear and reappear.”

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      HER PEACE WAS EASILY DISTURBED; here, she lingered, with all she needed to finish a painting. the beautiful scenario would not last much longer than another hour, less time than she needed to finish it with perfection. It was the steps on the grass, the soft rustling sounds of the leaves being stepped on, the feeling of a shadow towering over her. Amethyst eyes glanced back above her shoulder, merely to find someone there, standing simply. Staring.

       Leaving her belongings on the floor, her eyes focused on his features; to her, everyone was a threat until proven otherwise. She grew rather paranoid, afraid even, of everything, wary of people. She was not fond of them, those who were not part of her family, displayed hostility towards them per times. She did not move —— nay, she stood there, awaiting for him to be the first one to make a move. But when such did not happen, she grew impatient.

       ❝What do you seek from here?❞

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[ofbrightscales]

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“I come in peace as a friend, great dr- agon.  I’ve heard stories of you---I am stuck in this  form as a  human and u- nable to regain my scales and claws. I seek any light you may be able to she- d on me being able to regain my natu- ral form.”

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      “ We’ve been monitoring your work, Mr. Jarrah,           but what I want to know is if you ever tried           hacking into military-grade fire walls? ” 

Winston may have been a master of mechanical and electrical engineering, but computers were a completely different matter. They had their own version of a computer in his home dimension, but compared to this earth’s - well - this earth’s was too primitive for him to understand and it could take him weeks before reverse engineering his sophisticated tech to match the ones he needed to get his hands on. He figured infiltration, but it was too risky considering the level of security he had to face in the facility he’s trying to get into - he’ll consider the alternative of hiring someone besides, he’s got plenty of money for motivation.

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   Crimson strands blew behind his shoulders like spider silk as the wind whipped around him. It was an unsteady evening; clouds shrouded the moon and there was a kind of sharp, stinging energy in the air that heralded a storm. The Shade was aware of this, eyes watching the approaching clouds, but it wasn’t this that held his attention.

   Another creature of supernatural being was nearby. He could taste it on the air, a sharpness that coupled with the storm’s energy but lingered on his tongue. Even though the wind blew away from him, he could sense the approaching presence somewhere behind him, and he wondered what this being could be. 

   His gaze fell slowly from its vigil on the sky to focus ahead, before he decidedly turned to face the approacher head on. 

                    “Come and make yourself known.                               I know you’re  t h e r e.”

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It’s been such a long time since she’s felt this way-- something she had not felt since she was young and with child. An emotion that was red and syrupy, streaked with white and a sense of confusion which was lost in shades of grey. For a moment, she took comfort in the arms that wrapped around her waist. Far too often, the bad outweighed the good and somewhere they may have even lost sight of the supposed good. Her own arms reached to the back of his shoulders - almost unsure of who was finding comfort in who. Being pulled closer, she could feel her blood rushing to her hands and feet as she pressed her body completely against his.

She’d been told hundreds of times -- by men she thought she had cared for: ‘ I love you ‘. What did that even mean? What wayward monster had she become that she’d captivate these men and then turn her back when they confess their feelings to her?

  so tell her now, where was her fault?                            in loving him?

Taking a half step back from him, she had wished he didn’t ask that question. “I’m sorry.” Was all she could say. What else would she say? There was no way she would confess those words-- not anymore.

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          ❝ Excuse me, I seem to be lost and I don’t--- ❞ Abruptly, Perrin’s voice trailed off, his nose wrinkling at the dry, musky scent an errant breeze carried to him. Brow furrowing momentarily above golden-hued eyes, he continued where he left off, though both voice and posture were stiffer, more wary than before. ❝ I don’t know where to get to the subway from here. ❞