#wantdawn

[bringthunder]

@wantdawn said, the truth is complicated. here / accepting

𝐈𝐒  𝐈𝐓?  is  the  truth  of  the  matter  complicated?  verso  doesn’t  think  so.  COMPLICATED  is  a  situation  with  more  to  it  than  DEAD  THING  and  BLOOD  ON  THE  GROUND.  complicated  demands  a  little  more  nuance,  doesn’t  it?  maybe  his  understanding  of  it  is  off.  maybe  he  should  ask  the  insane  person  about  the  moral  complexities  of  their  situation  instead  of  doing  exactly  what  he  always  does  when  faced  with  blood  splatters  and  suspicious  deaths  of  livestock.  

the  stench  of  ozone  forms  a  shawl  around  him,  rich  and  forceful;  it’s  the  sort  of  intrusive  smell  that  forces  its  way  up  your  nose  and  down  your  throat  with  little  regard  for  anything  other  than  filling  your  lungs.  it’s  a  warning  sign  that,  frankly,  verso  constantly  debates  the  worth  of.  after  all,  what’s  a  strong  smell  to  a  MONSTER?

the  son  of  zeus  cants  his  head  to  the  side  like  a  curious  animal,  his  grip  on  his  blade  halfhearted  and  uncommitted.  for  as  little  as  he  believes  them,  one  of  his  father’s  domain  is  justice,  and  he’s  sure  the  old  man  will  rip  him  a  new  one  for  not  hearing  someone  out  (hypocrite  that  zeus  is).  beyond  that…  now  that  there’s  a  question  in  the  air  of  innocence  and  complications,  he  can’t  just  OFF  SOMEONE  and  move  on.  for  one,  it’d  be  (maybe)  murder.  for  two,  eh.  he  would  like  to  sleep  with  a  (mostly)  clear  conscience  tonight.  

he  takes  a  deep  breath,  then  sighs.  his  shoulders  slump,  and  he  slides  his  xiphos  back  into  its  holster  on  his  hip.  

❝  alright  then,  ENLIGHTEN  ME.  are  you  or  are  you  NOT  the  reason  there’s  blood  on  the  ground  right  now,  lady  ??  ❞

[egosthrall]

@wantdawn asked: ❝ i cannot believe you're picking on byan. ❞ you don't really know who started it, but this was the far more amusing.

face  immediately  scrunching  with  annoyance.  ❝  look  pretty,  i  didn't  even  know  the  little  rugrat  existed  until  THEY  came  over  and  fucked  with  me  first.  play  stupid  games,  win  stupid  prizes.  ❞

[vanagander]

@wantdawn -- ;

"I'm not sayin' it's always the IPC, but it's usually also not not them, if you get my drift."

[bvlvnhan]

" i apologize, i didn't mean to stare. " the whiff of undead filled their nostrils. they knew that scent anywhere. vampire.

Oh — but they did. They did mean to stare.

He wouldn’t make that assumption lightly — not without knowing them — but the way they stared at him was a bit… distinct compared to anyone else that simply found him “Interesting” and nothing more. There was a certain attentiveness that they had watched him with. Even if they denied it or blamed it on simply spacing out, it struck him a little odd that even the slightest movements from him seemed to draw their eye. It’s a subtle flick, but he saw.

He saw all of them.

“It’s alright.” — and look he offers is a forgiving one. He doesn’t smile but, for a moment, his expression is a bit… gentler than what he wore prior. “I didn’t mind it much.”

Was this some sort of hunter? Some other type of supernatural? He didn’t come across them too often, but on occasion… one or two crossed his path. Perhaps this was one of those times…

...and, personally, that made him a little nervous given how intently they’d been staring.

“...You should be a little more careful, though. Some people get a little… antsy in response to that kind of staring at this time of night.”

( unprompted - @wantdawn )

[undvine]

he regrets every decision ever made that led him to this very moment. while gaze remains unimpressed with the machine before them his mind is going in chaotic circles. it's not because he's afraid, it's not because he rather take another vehicle. no. it's something much more ... personal than that. it's the very fact that he would be put in a position where he had to be in such close proximity with raven that both of his hands would have to wrap around them. both of them.

which included the prosthetic one he never liked touching other people with, the one that never truly felt like the limb he lost. would they feel the difference if he were to hold them ? would they feel the slightly stiff touch of fingers that would never retain any warmth ? unconsciously does he grip the helmet harder. @wantdawn is already seated on the bike, those eyes staring expectantly back at him. tsk. ❝ i know. no need to state the obvious. ❞ the vampire hates the way he sounds so cold. curt even.

all this time he managed to avoid this particular subject and now ? exhale. inhale. exhale. the helmet is put on, fastened just as quickly before matteo draws closer. swinging one leg across the bike does he scoot closer towards them. but his hands ? those he keeps to himself, flat upon thighs. one. two. three. slowly are gloved hands moved, lifted up and encircle their waist, loosely.

a letter, send unprompted, ready to be opened: " you have to put the helmet on, matteo. "

[umbramort]

@wantdawn asked: stares … then quickly looks away. / HI GRAY 👋👋👋 | 𖦏˖ ࣪ unprompted.

casper  catches  their  gaze  just  before  they  look  away,  brows  rising  as  interest  is  piqued.  did  he  have  something  on  his  face?  was  he  standing  out  (  more  than  usual  )  ?  head  cants  slightly  to  the  right.  normally,  he  wouldn't  think  twice  about  catching  someone's  attention,  but  .  .  .  his  gut  tells  him  to  pay  attention.  what  was  his  brother  always  telling  him?  he  needed  to  be  more  social?  the  idea  almost  makes  him  grimace,  but  he  keeps  himself  together  long  enough  to  close  the  distance  between  them  in  a  few  long  strides.

"you  alright  over  here?  did'ya  need  help  with  anythin'?"

[caseloaded]

" rock, paper, scissors. whoever loses pays for the winner's drinks tonight. "

He smiled at them innocently, seemingly thinking it over. ❝ Or I could just buy you a drink and then mysteriously show up at your doorstep on a random Tuesday night, expecting a favor. ❞ — @wantdawn ( unprompted / always accepting )

[schismatica]

if he is curious, their scent is of limes, coffee, and bark.

/ he loves more natural scents / perfumes, & he often smells like sage & eucalyptus !!