hollowed

𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔤𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝖌𝖔𝖉

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lenchante​:

Emile didn’t exactly know what that hum meant - was it a confirmation or a denial? A yes or a no? He was practically squirming on his feet – why wasn’t this guy talking to him? Then again, he probably wasn’t nervous in the same way they were. Emile had always been a nervous talker. 

The nod had him raising his eyebrows. “So- that’s– that’s a yes? I mean, like I said, I totally won’t- I won’t be a bother, or anything. Just… just gonna… sit right there…” they pointed to the spot again, “and… be good.” They slipped their hands into their pockets, gingerly taking a step forward, then another, practically waiting for the guy to stop them with every step they took towards the aforementioned wall.

Again, nothing. 

Nothing other than the fixed stare from pale eyes and solemn features.  All opportunities of tomfoolery would be carefully observed on his extended watch.

Wherever the stranger went within this premise, he would go as well. Aside from the faint jingle of loose coins, his steps were silent. Charos hovered a respectable distance away, and only stopped when the other did. 

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jcrneystothewest​:

Open for everyone. 

Pinju began to juggle the blades in the middle of the street.For the performer it was another wednesday, trying to show off his own prowess. Granted maybe using his own agility might be considered as cheating.  He continued to juggle until he unfortunately walked into someone. Pinju’s mouth was wide open. 

“Look out!” Pinju screamed watching in horror, unsure where the blades will land. 

Although not particularly bound to his vehicles ( both of land and sea ), Charos hardly took it upon himself to wander on foot. Not unless it was absolutely needed.  Yet here he was, doing just that – traversing on solid ground without the use of an oar or steering wheel.

The clamor of busy streets grated on his ears. They sounded different in comparison to the shrieks and wails along the River of Styx and Tunnel of Twygs. Trying his best to avoid contact with others, he carefully wove his way through the crowd. And he almost made it unscathed; save for the very last moment where he accidentally clipped someone.

There came a shout just as Charos swung an arm up. A flash of tarnished gold glinted against the sharpened edge of the nearest dropped blade. Though he deflected one with his modernized bracer, there were still others that rained down upon him. Somehow, by some unseen manner, he managed to survive in one piece, albeit a few newly acquired knacks and cuts to pallid skin. 

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jxckasses​:

“Oh! Uh.” Link frowned and looked around, finding the water bottle he’d abandoned and grabbing it up. He opened it and set it down in front of him, eyebrows furrowing as he focused on the last few ounces of water, fingers fidgeting at his side as the water floated out. “I’m uh… trying to get smaller?” He said, looking up to Avaley after dropping it back into the bottle, “The big stuff is easy- messy, but easy… But like… I couldn’t pull the water off you to dry you off, right? Too small, I just can’t get a hold on it yet. Sorry about that, again…” 

Most of the initial annoyance had bled away at this point. Link was just practicing his skill, and she hardly found it fair to stay peeved about it. Heavens know how many incidents she had gotten into when her wings had began to develop. 

“Don’t worry about it. It’s rather.. refreshing.” It truly was. The breeze felt a degree or two colder now. “But back to the water– the smaller it is, the more concentration it takes, is it?”

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lenchante​:

They were glad to hear silence - perfect, utter silence - but that only lasted a split second. Chewing at the inside of their cheek, Emile used the moment’s confusion to take her advice and shuffle the pitcher along the floor in order to tuck it behind a booth, near a server’s stand. He was clear on the other side of the room - it shouldn’t be easy to connect him with the water-dousing incident. “Hothead number one seems to think I’m a coward,” they commented in return, both hands still on their phone as an excuse. Emile didn’t need his hands to do that - or anything, really - but most people took what they saw at face value. Emile’s hands were full - it couldn’t have been them. “Would you agree with his assessment?” He joked, smiling over at her. “Do you want to maybe get out of here? Or should we stay and watch the wreckage?” They didn’t particularly want to get hit with a chair, despite the fact that all evidence pointed away from them.

“As one with a frail ego does,” she murmured back, still a bit too amused by the whole situation. Though delayed, Avaley spared the other a glance. “A coward? Why, I think you were just playing things smart– and there is a difference, you know.” 

A loud clatter of wood against hardwood floor snagged her attention once more. Except this time, she wasn’t as inclined to linger like a sitting duck. Both of the angered men had begun to move; clearly in a partial truce with each other to figure out who had interfered. 

“I also think it might be time to take our leave before things get too ugly. Come on, let’s go.” Purse tucked between side and arm, Avaley slipped off her seat to sneak towards the exit. 

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jxckasses​:

“We’re finally in agreement about something, it seems.” Valentin crossed their arms, shifting their weight from hip to hip, “I don’t know that it’s worth it to argue it, though. Jail time sounds less than exciting.” He looked up toward the man again, nose scrunching, “So does dying again.”

“Hate to hear that,” Santos groused in return, completed with his upper lip drawn back in disgust. “Jail time, shmail time. The sea is a lawless place, and if I get speared in the depths then so be it.” Talk about overly dramatic – even by his standards.

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lenchante​:

“That’s a blessing and a curse,” Hari replied with a little smile. There were times that she wished nothing more than to be an only child, what with Hiyan’s attitude about magic, about finding them witches to bind themselves to, men in general. But there were other times that she knew that she couldn’t survive without him - she’d be dead by now without him, in fact, years ago, thanks to a hunter in a field. “What was it like, then, growing up? My brother was kind of my first friend - I can’t imagine growing up without someone like that.”

Oh dear– where could she even start with a question like that? 

Both cheeks puffed out as a sigh escaped her. “Busy, but.. not at the same time. I was fairly social early on so I was always around friends, with friends, making new friends. Had a bunch of extracurriculars, some in academics and some in sports– which extended to towards meets and debates...” 

A momentary pause was taken as she reflected on the years under her parent’s immediate guidance. “But whenever I was home? Relatively quiet. Didn’t have any pets growing up. Probably for the best since I was rarely home to begin with.”

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jxckasses​:

@the-sacrosanct​

“Alright, shitbag- you shoved me back into a body like my brother asked. Now what does he owe you for it and how do I get him out of it?” Dima had crossed the street to throw the questions at Emmerick when he saw him- maybe not his smoothest decision, but he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity he had, with Emmerick in front of him and Lev not. “You can’t pretend you don’t see me this time, you’re the one that shoved me into this gremlin.”

Alright, shitbag –

Not the worst greeting he’s come by, but certainly not the nicest either. The air of astute impassiveness stayed firmly in place. Eyebrow quirked, lips thinly pursed, Emmerick didn’t grant the other an immediate answer. Instead, he simply gave the newly revived a casual once over as the seconds ticked by. 

“Last I checked, your name isn’t Lev. That’s business between him and I."

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fctedecidcs​:

He has a real fucking skill for fucking up. Really. Fucking truly. Here he stands, off to the side and staring on in fucking horror. Witnessed the eyes flutter open, or whatever the fuck is left of them. Looks more skeletal than anything else, even though he’d been pulled from a watery fucking casket. Lev can still takes the fucking bile in the back of his throat that threatened his pride when the wave of fucking stench hit him before all else. Honestly, it’s something out of Dawn of the fucking Dead. He hadn’t thought this would work — but it did. His brother is alive, a decrepit open palm colliding angrily with Emmerick’s face. “Seriously? He was just fuckin’ dead, man. Give him a fuckin’ break.” There’s a reason he denies the shit in this town, and this is it. This is fucking—

“Fuck. I… uh..” One glance over the giant’s fucking shoulder is enough to have Lev looking up at Emmerick as he pleads. “Listen, I don’t know what I was thinking. He is real fucking pissed off and I don’t wanna die. Thought this was bullshit, but it’s obviously fucking not so.. do you have like…” Swallows. “A fucking pamphlet or some shit? What the fuck. Fuck.”

“He had enough of one while detached from this world,” he spat back, knowing full well that the other’s brother actually hadn’t been too far away. In fact, the soul had been right fucking next to the client the entire fucking time. 

Shoulders tensed and aching jaw squared, his resolve with apathy didn’t budge in the slightest. “Should’ve thought of that before you contracted me for a damn joke. And if it was just a fluke then maybe I would’ve had an actual pamphlet for you. But, oh look at that, I fucking don’t.” 

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lvllabics​:

     “Yeah, well, I don’t really ever have a clue, so.. that’s not anything new,” tucking long locks behind her ears, eyes then went back down to the area in which said little fucker once was. “I’m gonna say that the answer is yes, though. You definitely killed the little dude.” Luci nodded, glancing back up at the other. “What’d he do to you? He look at you funny?”

Eyes squinted, Emmerick said nothing for a few moments. Was this a joke to her? Honestly, it probably was even though she was right. Except he didn’t view it as killing per se. It was more like a release back to its original state which was basically just killing something.

“Lady, there’s nothing here to be ‘killed’.” Both brows arched and fingers raised to actually air quote the last word, he loathed to think the act of nonchalance wasn’t up to par. 

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jxckasses​:

“Fine.” Valentin rolled their eyes again before turning away, looking to the trail they’d come from, “Don’t tell me. It’s fine, anguila.” He sniffed, shrugging. They looked back toward Santos after a moment, “What do you think about this curfew thing?” 

Anguila, what a perfectly peachy compliment that was. 

A crude snort tore from him in response. “What do you think I think about it? It’s horseshit. A curfew at this day and age? The fuck does it matter?” Probably for the safety of the citizens in this wretched town, but what did he care? 

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lenchante​:

Was this the new normal? This ridiculous curfew? The one that made it nearly impossible to abide by, what with Hiyan’s… desires? Even Hari had found herself wanting to break it recently, even if only to shift and live as a deer outside for a little while at night. They can’t arrest a deer, right? 

She was heading back home, ever-wary of the time, when she heard someone speaking. Glancing around, it didn’t seem like anyone else was there to answer, so this person had to be talking to her. “I mean- I haven’t heard anything,” she replied, part wary, part curious. Looking to them, she held her ground, but that was noteworthy; she had stopped to talk. “Do you have any ideas…? Insider knowledge that the rest of us ought to know?”

Lips pulled into a purse, Seiko shifted the weight from one leg to the other. “Wouldn’t make much sense for me to ask if I did.” Or maybe it would, knowing their finicky antics. “Wish I did, though. Be better than being kept in the dark about this shit– like we’re all in high school with a deadline of 10 and ‘not a minute late’,” they prattled, voice and features alike pinched in mockery. 

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foretolds​:

THE MENTION OF FOOD, was unexpected and that is obvious by the look on their face. Romeo lives for surprises though, lack of predictability being a fucking god send in most cases. So, they simply tip their head both in thought and appreciation. “You’ve got it, now, what is the offer for when I win? Because, while I appreciate the shake.” They lean closer just to poke at her. “I don’t think it’s going to happen.”

“Well, I wouldn’t know. Hardly fair for one person to decide the wager on both ends, isn’t it?” Lips quirked into a slanted smile, she gently nudged back. “Careful now, my overall doom-and-gloom-slash-self-restraint is pretty much reinforced with pure iron and steel.” Aka she wasn’t the easiest to budge when it came to familiar reactions and ways. 

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lenchante​:

They winced at the sight of the man going to grab one of the chairs, their hand curling around their own glass. No one can indict him for doing what he’s about to do if he has both of his hands full, right? Emile nodded in agreement at Avaley’s suggestion, taking the next second to look down while he sent the pitcher of water across the room, dumping it on both of the men. He glanced up from his phone as he drops the pitcher off to the side, once again doing their best to hide the fact that it was, in fact, them that just did that. “Did it work?” he muttered to her, looking back down at their phone. “And does anybody suspect me?”

Up the chair arced higher and higher until –

Both parties fell still when they were suddenly doused. One of them shouted at the general vicinity; full on roared with rampant expletives. The other took the time to whip his head around to search for the cause – still with the chair firmly grasped at hand.

“Well..” Another line of horrid profanities and threats to ‘come on out you fuckin’ coward’ easily drowned out her voice. “Think you’re safe for.. hm... another few seconds, but you might want to get rid of the pitcher before hothead number one sees it.”

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lenchante​:

“I’ve always had my work cut out for me with him. He’s older by two minutes, and makes sure I know it, and then I’m the one trying to play authority the rest of the time,” she admitted with a little sigh. “Key term trying. I love him - of course I do - but… brothers. You know how they are.” She didn’t know if she actually knew how brothers are, but Hari figures they’re so well-documented in media that it’s an accurate statement to make no matter if someone has a brother or not. 

“Mm, funny how age doesn’t always correlate with maturity.” In fact, it rarely does from her experience. “And I can’t say I do know. Never had the joy of being raised with a sibling in general.” Which was both a blessing and a curse depending on the situation, she supposed.

[memetaped]

texting starters send a symbol for…

🌻 a worried text.

🐰 a goofy text.

🦋 a loving text.  

🧦 a half-asleep text.

🌳 a happy text.

🍎 an apologetic text.

⚠️ a text meant for someone else.

🕰️ an early morning text.

💫 a late night text.

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.

💡 a scared text.

💀 an urgent text.

🥇 a supportive text.

🔪 a hateful text. 

🌊 a sad text.

⚡ an angry text. 

🚀 a goodbye text.

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eoincaster​:

Nodding carefully before he took a swig of water from his canteen, Eoin thought about what to say because maybe, it wasn’t a coincidence that he was here. Was it ever? “Are you out here to kill something other than time?” Eoin asked, as he stepped around the man and looked at the heap of dirt and foliage on the ground. “I normally don’t appear when someone is in a good place,” he added as he put away his canteen. “Plus, it’s getting dark. It will be much more difficult to find a way out then.”

Emmerick sucked his teeth as he continued to glower at the dirt. “Boredom, and I can’t say that your presence does anything to alleviate it.” Which wasn’t a false statement. He had been bored. Bored enough to let his his mind wander down memory lane and wade through hidden grievances. 

“I’ve made my way out during later hours.” One of the few good things of the disjointed curse he supposed.

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jxckasses​:

Link pulled at Avaley’s hand gently- more of a steadying grip than any assistance, grinning when she was all the way up. “See? Easy.” He said, standing up straight, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he went, gesturing toward the open rooftop. “And now you’re here!”

Took a bit of a clamber, but she made it up in one piece. “And now.. I’m here.” Still soaked, but still here. “Great view. Optimal for stargazing or something like that,” she sighed, unable to stave off an oncoming smile. “So what was it that you were practicing up here?”