@chaseor
[ Lucian stood beside the man in the quiet weapons shop, casually inspecting a handgun in his gloved hand. The soft click of metal echoed as he checked the weapon’s slide. His expression stayed calm and unreadable. For a brief moment, his dark eyes shifted toward the man beside him—silent, assessing—before returning to the weapon without saying a single word. ]
i don’t like opening them without knowing he’s still here with me—ready to greet and face the day at my side.
he usually brushes one leg to my fingertip, then slowly climbs into my palm. only then do i open my eyes.
ink. i reach for ink first, just to make sure he’s still with me and hasn’t abandoned me overnight for some clutter of spiders better suited than a petite human.
you have a mysterious look to you.
clarity . . . that works too. although you might not seem clear to some people, you're lucky i'm somewhat intellectual.
❝ do you attend such events often? ❞
@chaseor 【 abel’s brow lifts almost imperceptibly, the corner of his mouth curving with quiet amusement, his gaze fixates on kieran with measured interest, something sharper flickering beneath the calm exterior 】 ❝ patience? ❞ 【 his tone drips with airy superiority, the word tasting almost mocking on his tongue 】 ❝ i can be patient but only when it suits me. ❞ 【 his eyes narrow just slightly, interest sharpened as though evaluation itself is a privilege he grants 】 ❝ though do try to keep up. i lose interest rather quickly when things move at a pace beneath me. ❞
❛❛ // @2tequila [ Kieran’s lips quirk into a subtle, knowing smile, the kind that hints at secrets shared yet unspoken. He tilts his head, letting the light catch his eyes just so, and replies in that soft, deliberate cadence only he seems to possess ] Confidence… yes, I can appreciate that. [ He murmurs, voice smooth, teasing. ] And as for secrets… perhaps some are meant to be discovered… at the right moment, by the right person. [ A faint pause, just enough to let the weight of the words linger. ] I do hope you’re patient, Abel. Some things… reveal themselves slowly.
@chaseor 【 abel’s lips curve faintly as he regards the other with steady composure, lowering his glass with unhurried precision. 】 ❝ oh, i don’t seek disappointment, ❞ he replies smoothly, amusement threading through his voice. ❝ merely sincerity facades grow dull rather quickly. confidence, however, is far more compelling. ❞ his gaze lingers, calm yet perceptive, the faintest glint of challenge resting behind his expression. ❝ though if secrets are what you prefer, i suppose i’ll simply have to uncover them myself. ❞
Mayhap I only wished ta see whether the book was as interestin’ as the hand writing’ it, sugar pie.
You’ll have ta pardon me, sugar pie. This lass answers work’s call. I’m sure ye understand?
Hardly wild—but it does the trick, tellin' by the way I smile during it all, I should think.
♪.ᐟ ꒰ Seuno's thread ꒱
Thank you, for the sweet words last time. I apologise for the long time, Kieran. I was busy with practice and rehearsals. How have you been? And.. my curiosity can't help it. What type of genres do you read or prefer?
An enthusiast? I guess you can say that. I collect cars. I have a 4 story section next my villa dedicated to my cars!
क्रूर
Ink stains the edges of his quiet nights, where words replace the things he’ll never say. A blade in daylight, shadow in the halls, he walks where silence keeps the truth at bay.
The crown may call, and he will always answer, a ghost that moves where loyalty demands. But in the margins of a worn-out journal, lie all the lives that trembled in his hands.