𓅃 | 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 ᴹ͟ᴬ͟ᴺ͟ 𝐈𝐍 ( 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗞𝗬 )

*    ((:

*  /      mememememe!! please  <3

ID.  @laKAUZ 
            
            * ╱╱  anything from u pookie bear

/   everyone else gets smooches and i get eaten wtf

@heraldedtech   giving you the biggest smooch 

@oanthos    :3

WITH GENTLE HANDS,   Revna brushes a stray piece of hair away from her face,  tucking in behind her ear.  Their eyes crinkle with happiness behind their mask;  they know she senses their delight.  “I have been thinking about our line of work;  I am not invincible (nor) are you,  it can depress a person ( … ) but the thought of us reuniting in spirit keeps me going.”

@canniluvs    ➢        ᐥ    To die and remain besides you for all eternity would be my only wish in life,    Revna.      (…)    What prompted you to say this?    〟

We will meet again in the halls of Valhalla—that is the biggest comfort to my inevitable end.

[CALM YOURSELF,   GRIMIR]. Echoes in their head,  visibly relaxing at their inner voice.  Being upset with the wrong person was bound to hurt more than they were;   “When is he not pushing my buttons;  greed and the want for more— he can’t be happy with what he has.  Nothing is (ever) enough.”

@canniluvs    ➢        ᐥ    Oh?   Touchy subject.   You must be lovers,   or something of the sort.   Alas,   I suppose we all have our secrets.   I’ll leave it alone.      (…)    You seem frazzled.   He pushed your buttons?    〟

Please do not engage with that parasitic [man]. 

@laKAUZ 
                            [jayce was most certainly irritated.  just who was she?  and why did the most oddest of situations have to be sprung up on him when he had five screws loose in his head.  a pause,]    is it?  how so,  i’m curious.

@laKAUZ,      [    the irked words bring a smile to his lips,  was this meant to dig under his skin?  while of course,  it has a dry laugh pushing past his throat.  the mention of silco having his shoulders tense,    ]    depends,  what do you have to offer?    [    vlayd's show lifts,  finally settling into the seat behind them.  this room was vacant,  a hanging light with a desk,  a bed,  and then a chair now occupied by him.  purple,  once blue,  irises stare at the mage.  lips curling up into a subtle sneer,  before rolling his eyes.    ]    it wasn't my idea to get you.  fault my peers,  but if you really have nothing then by all means,  walk out yourself.  i won’t stop you.

 ⁽ᴵ⁾   ➢    ᴾᴬᴳᴱ ᴵ‧     ╱      S⃨tart Q⃨uote,       
                    ƃuᴉɥʇǝɯos    cosmic    —  season ᴵ
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            ᐥ   I⃨ was  never    one   for   your
            odd   city  politics    ℨ   thirst   for 
            power    ℨ   control.   What’s  the 
            use?   At  the  end  of  the  day,  
            we’re  all  masters  or  slaves  to
            something.   Greed,  shimmer,  
            Silco.   Did  you  see  the  whole
            performance   you  had  to  do
            just  to  get  me  away?   We’re
            alone,    what  exactly  do  you  
            plan  on  getting   out   of  me?
            Information?   Money?   Spit  it
            out.       〟
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            ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃʳʸ    |    ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ     
            
            
                ⟡ 」   WITH A CERTAIN RELUCTANCE,  Selene allows herself to be dragged by the arms dealer.   There’s a burning sensation in her wrist that lingers from the sole of his boot.   Despite the loss of her dagger,  the mage keeps a cool head.   Following along with his words    ℨ   actions.    IF PUSH COMES TO SHOVE,   SHE’LL USE THE ARCANE.   Of course,  there was no immediate threat so far⸻  Vermillion hues would study her captor,  much to her surprise.   A chuckle escapes her lips.   “Sorry,   Selene?”    What an odd thing indeed.   ┊    @buryhimgone    

@laKAUZ,    i don't know.  you drive a hard debate,  but some reason i can't believe you.    [    he tosses aside the other's dagger,  letting the edge of it press against his boot as it's tossed to the side.  obviously,  vlayd didn't pride in hurting others.  it's just what came with the job of being an informant,  hitman,  however you'd label him.  the mask hides his smile well,  gloved hand gently adjusting it as the sole of his boot lightly presses down onto her wrist.  making sure there was no chance of her to flee,  it was just extra precautions.    ]    sorry,  selene.    
                                             (            •    •    •            )
            
            [    ginger tresses fall down his features,  maybe this would convince whatever stray eyes were following him.  silco's lap dog needed to be kept on a leash,  and it's obvious.  not that he really meant all of this,  he knew she wasn't involved.  but watchful eyes have him at gun point,  the apology was genuine.  hoping that she wouldn't hit him later on,  perhaps a few curses would be justified as he ambushed her for good reason.    ]    fine,  it's alright guys.  she knows nothing,  i'll take her.    [    hand grasps her arm,  forcing her upright and standing beside his frame.  hands squeezing his flesh,  pausing,    ]    let's go.    [    and figures from the shadows finally move through,  watching vlayd.  his own blue irises shift,  eyes narrow as they disperse finally.    ]
            
            /fucking hell/.

@laKAUZ  
            
            ** aaaa gimme any here and @zaunbats :') please

/    bites  u   (  season 1 pleak  )

*  /      ooo s1 please !!

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                    ƃuᴉɥʇǝɯos    cosmic    —  season ᴵ
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            ᐥ   I⃨t’s    a    mere   artifact.  I  simply 
            adjusted  it’s  usage   to   how  I  see   
            fit.  All   I   need   you   to  do  is  
            restore   the  pendant  to   it’s 
            original   state.   I  was  never  one
            for  smithing.    Though,  it’s  a 
            respectable   art.   I’m  afraid  the
            blade   is  dull.      〟
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            ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃʳʸ    |    ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ     
            
            
                ⟡ 」   THE DAGGER GLOWS  IN SELENE’s PALM,    it’s covered in ornate designs and jade inlays.  Despite its shimmering pulsations,  it’s definitely had its fair share of usage.  That was evident.   The blade is entrusted in the blade-smith’s hands        ┊    @blcdeforge