#v. tba.

[crowshrine]

          She  leans  in,  as  if  from  nowhere,  speaking  with  a  soft  lilt  to  her  tone.  "  You  look  lost  in  thought  there-  what's  on  your  mind?  "

open to mutuals.

[va1keus]

@honorhearted starter.

It might have looked like he was trying to flee from a group of ladies who were still following him, but Benedict would come up with any other excuse to be walking as quickly as he was. He didn't want to be rude, no, he just didn't want to entertain the idea of giving any of them interest when they were after one thing while he would rather be anywhere but in this room.

As he paced the room his shoulder bumped into somebody else's and he quickly stopped in his tracks to look to the other man. " Sorry, my apologies, I was not looking where I was going - " He glanced back to the ladies again and his eyes widened. " I uh, sorry. I'm Benedict. Who are you? could you do me the smallest of favours and look as if we're having an interesting conversation. "

He hoped having a conversation with somebody else might at least deter them away. " Again I'm sorry for bumping into you, I was trying to escape a hoard. "

[femgeance]

          anyanka was positively giddy ! from thousands of miles away , she’d sensed the girl with a delicious longing for vengeance. stronger than most. it intrigued the demon. sure , she was used to being drawn by the whims of women scorned. but not usually from such a distance away. she didn’t even have time to change from her last malicious tryst , though luckily her semi smudged black lipstick and torn sonic youth tee seemed to work at this... club ? well , it certainly was no winter palace , but who was she to complain ? she was a simple demon , really , just went where the vengeance took her.

    with a slight curl of her fingers , a nearby drink came to her hand , and she slowly savored it’s burn down her throat as she moved around the room , eyes peeled for the source of contempt. she could feel the energy , it pulsed as if in time to the music. rejuvenating. and absolutely vindictive. in a lot of ways , this was the best part. the anticipation was electric and anyanka could feel the buzz in every twitch of her muscles.

finally , the demon’s eyes fell on her prey a girl and the rest of the club faded away. this was the one. she knew , she always knew. now all she needed was the wish , and anyanka had a trick or two up her non-existent sleeve.

          “ ugh , fucking men ! ” she put on the voice , mimicking over a thousand years of observed righteous fury. perfectly timed between her sliding in besides the girl and a too hard placement of the drink. it was all an act , of course. though in many ways , anyanka meant it. it was her calling afterall , patron saint of scorned women. vengeance herself. “ don’t you just hate them ?! ”

@wickedlehane

[pyrobend]

🔥    ———   percy  jackson  series  /  starter  sentences   ———   @satolxgical​ :  ‘  𝘐  got  us  thrown  off?  That  was  totally  your  fault! ’

cue  a  far  off  look  to  the  horizon  &  a  lil  tilt  of  his  head  to  let  his  sweaty  gloved  -  palm  rub  off  the  invisible  guilt  at  his  nape.  “  uh ... “  is  muttered  ;  for  a  cop  ,  he  sure  sucks  at  personal  confrontation  &  it  looks  like  his  careless  blame  game  won’t  get  too  far  (  at  all  )  with  asami.  “  look  ,  i’m  sorry.  I  didn’t  think  we’d  get  thrown  out  of  the  race  just  because  I  got  a  lil  ticked  off  at  the  other  lame  racer..  “  a  sigh  releases  &  his  brows  furrow  to  reveal  a  shame  -  ridden  face  with  the  tone  to  match.  “  i’ll  make  it  up  to  you  ,  somehow.  “

[mishpocheh]

@immuniis said ‘ well, nice to see you, too. ’

          what a fucking ellie thing to say. dina laughed , she couldn’t help it , though the sound was wet , more like a sob than anything else. arms wrapped tightly around the other girl , she thought she might never be able to let go. for fear that ellie would leave again. for fear of losing her once more. 

          ‘ i’m still mad at you. ’ head buried in the crook of ellie’s neck , the words came out muffled and quiet as though even they knew it was a lie. there was no anger left in dina , not now. only relief and the leftover aches of grief for the time they lost. for everything they’ve lost. but , fuck , if she didn’t love ellie with everything she had.

[allaganed]

☄    misc prompts / starters.      ———      01. @franesie​  :  “  no  one  wants  to  be  alone.  “

   lo  &  behold  ,  would  one  endure  the  clutch  of  Forlorns’  claws  &  later  watch  it  forsaken  him  too  ——   to  so  tirelessly  yearn  to  accompany  &  to  yearn  to  follow  ,  only  to  witness  Lady  Fate  sunder  him  with  those  others  time  /  time  again.  it  lingered  that  lonesome  feel  ,  despite  how  his  sense  of  duty  attempted  plenty  ,  to  succumb  it   ——  the  scars  of  those  claws  doth  ever  remain.  he  does  not  wish  it  /  nor  does  he  pray  it  ‘pon  ,  even  to  his  most  loathsome  foe  ;  for  he  has  lived  it  years  within  the  tower  ,  ‘tis  all  he  has  ever  known.  “  am  I  to  assume  that  you  ,  too  ,  would  not  desire  it?  I  would  hate  to  depart  you  to  your  solitude  if  so.  “  an  optimism  shone  through  a  petite  smile.

[tentakilled]

@botmum said “ you are so strong . ”

          he should be used to the pain by now , but it’s hard to become numb to being torn open from the inside out. shallow , trembling breaths and cheeks raw from tears , ben’s the picture of pitiful. and weak. he doesn’t know which disgusts his father more: the monster or the boy. probably the boy. and he hates himself all the more for it. hates that he still cries ( even if the mask can hide the worst of it ). hates that it still hurts. hates that he is only useful when he’s being ripped apart.

          “ i’m not. ” it’s a pathetic sound , choked up and small. he’s looking anywhere but at the bloody skin of his abdomen. or at mom , who is tending to the shredded skin like it’s nothing more than a scraped knee. how could she say he was strong ? or maybe it was what moms are supposed to say. a pity prize for the sad little boy and his fucking boo boo.  “ i’m pathetic. ”

[spectershy]

@nyxedit​ said: "can't sleep?"

you shake your head. you don’t know why it’s so hard for you to get to bed tonight, but it is. you’re exhausted on every single level you can think of, and yet, your body won’t crash yet. so you’re just sitting in the dark, staring at absolute nothingness. well, you were.

“ i don’t know why... ‘m tired b.. but.. i just can’t.. ”