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[nobodyssoldixr]

⤷ ゛@wxlvxrineˎˊ˗ liked your test muse starter call ( victor creed )

the scent hit him before he ever saw him.

victor leaned against the rusted shell of an abandoned truck, arms folded across his chest as the corner of his mouth pulled into something that couldn't quite be called a smile, nor a snarl. years could pass, continents could separate them, names and allegiances could change, but there were some things you never forgot. logan's scent was one of them. "figured it'd only be a matter of time before you came sniffin' around," he drawled out, light eyes tracking the other as he stepped into view. "you always did have a bad habit of finding me."

he pushed himself upright with an easy sort of confidence, perhaps moreso arrogance, that he always held. boots crunched over gravel until only a few feet separated them. there was no weapon in his hands, no extended claws, only the familiar tension that seemed to exist whenever they found themselves opposite one another. "so..." victor tilted his head, studying the face he'd known longer than almost any others. "you here to kill me this time, old friend," a beat passed, the ghost of a grin widening. "...or are we finally gonna have ourselves a civil conversation?"

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[nobodyssoldixr]

@wxlvxrine sent ( wheel's pick: mei ishii ) :: [ 9 ] sender is upset, receiver tries to confront them but rather than talk about it, sender initiates sex.

mei found him standing in another room before he ever tried to hide it in front of everyone else. the tension in his shoulders, the distant look in his eyes, the way he was clearly carrying a heavy weight on his chest - surprisingly quietly for the wolverine she knew. it was enough to make her pause. she stepped closer, her expression softening with concern as she studied him for a moment.

"are you okay?" she asked quietly, her voice calm but gentle. when he moved as if to brush past the question, she lifted a hand and rested it lightly against his chest, not to stop him completely, just to try and understand where his head was. "listen, you can talk to me, you know that, right? if you need to."

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[bdkrp]

someone sent:

❝ Would you change who you are, if you could? ❞ - @wxlvxrine (sideblog lol)

“... Mm.”

It takes Bedeku a moment to think of a proper answer. They lean against the nearest surface, gaze drifting to one side.

“Some... parts, I suppose. I doubt I would have the, uh... the will, to change all of myself.”

A small pause. “... Though I don't even know how I would go about, like. Changing those parts I don't like. I tend to be too preoccupied with other things to think about that. You know...?”

[bootscooted]

@wxlvxrine

On a country road that curls through the county like a copperhead there waits a man against a truck just off the side of the road near a large oak tree with a canopy so big it shades part of the road and part of the cow pasture next to the road.

Now normally this would have been a man named Santiago, and he'd have come on horseback, but as it were the Secretary of the Mockingbird was currently indisposed. Rae didn't even care to know with what because it didn't much matter if Santi was able to do this or not.

Rae was gonna tell the whole council that it he meant to do this himself, even if they thought he should do it proper like. Maybe it was on account of all the other shit he didn't do proper that no one argued when he replied to new about Santi's inability to handle by saying, "great, well I got a full tank so I'll be headin' out shortly."

And so here he was, leaning elbows on the truck bed's edge that faced the road, half his body kept cool by the shadow of the oak tree canopy.

The road glimmered far off in the distance, the way roads often did in a summer heat like this, and then Rae saw him coming. He straightened up and stepped out into the road, hand lifting to flag the man down.

"Well Howdy, fancy meetin' you here," he grinned. "This is where you gotta ride with me."