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@dearprey / ?

/ on @lycanthropiks pls!

/   on   @lunarhunts   pls ! 

@dearprey    ( … )      [       the   blood   witch   simply   raised   her   eyebrow,   her   jaded   hues   analysing   his   features   as   he   spoke,   as   if   she   could   see   right   through   him.   he   was   doing   a   terrible   job   of   selling   this   to   her.       ]        who ?       [       she   asked   bluntly,   seeking   names.   she   wanted   the   details,   including   why   the   hell   the   werewolf   wanted   to   get   involved   with   witch   councils.   seraphina   had   never   been   a   fan   of   the   council,   nor   coven   leaders   —   they   were   manipulative,   untrustworthy   people   who   exploited   others   for   their   own   gain.   eventually,   her   eyes   rolled.       ]      so   I   am   the   distraction ?     [      she   confirmed,   before   letting   out   a   low   chuckle.      ]      someone   like   me   is   not   going   to   keep   the   peace,   I   hope   you   know.   many   magical   folk   see   blood   witches   as   abominations.   my   presence   might   cause   more   tension.     [       she   admitted,   before   the   corners   of   her   lips   tugged   up   slightly.     ]      unless,   you   are   hoping   to   thrive   on   the   chaos ? 

⋆.ೃ࿔ @spellswoven  ❜͟  
            
            [ of course she’d ask.  she never does anything without knowing exactly what she’s stepping into.  ben studies her for a moment,  eyes flicking over her expression,  measuring how much patience she currently has for his schemes.  not much,  judging by the tone.  still,  a corner of his mouth pulls into a faint,  crooked smile. ]    because—-  [ he says calmly,  voice low and even, ]   the person i need to talk to tonight doesn’t exactly open the door for my type.  they’re old money and older magic.  council types.  people who spend their time pretending the rest of the supernatural world doesn’t exist unless it inconveniences them.  but if i’m there with someone like you ..    [ his eyes settle on hers again. ]  and before you ask—-  no.  i’m not asking you to play bait.    [ there’s a brief pause as he studies her reaction,  then he adds more quietly,  almost teasing but still threaded with sincerity. ]    i’m asking you to look exactly as you are and let everyone else underestimate me standing next to you.  

@dearprey    ( … )     since   when   have   I   ever   listened   to   you ?      [      alana   met   his   gaze   with   an   equal   amount   of   stubbornness.   he   had   wandered   out   in   the   night,   as   if   he   was   trying   to   do   this   in   secret,   without   anyone   knowing.   but   the   huntress   was   a   light   sleeper — she   had   heard   him.   and   it   was   damned   reckless   of    him   to   disappear   like   that   without   telling   anyone.    ]      don’t   change   the   subject,   benjamin.    [      she   mused,   tossing   him   a   torch   as   she   flashed   him   an   overly   false   smile.     ]      you   can   either   choose   to   waste   your   time   arguing,   when   we   both   know   I’m   going   to   win   anyway,   or   you   just   accept   that   I’m   here   and   that   an   extra   pair   of   hands   will   be   useful.   it’s   your   call. 

⋆.ೃ࿔ @lunarhunts  ❜͟  
            
            [ there’s no anger in his expression,  but something shifts behind his eyes—-  something tired,  something stubborn.  he had expected resistance.  alana has never been particularly good at standing down when danger is involved.  still,  hearing her say it so plainly pulls the corner of his mouth into the faintest ghost of a smirk.  he studies her for a long second,  weighing it.  he hates this part.  the part where people insist on stepping into things meant for him alone.  his jaw tightens slightly as he shifts his weight,  his hands sliding into the pockets of his jacket.  the movement is casual on the surface,  but his mind is already running through every possible way this could go wrong.  every scenario where she ends up hurt because she refused to walk away.  because of him. ]    you always this good at following directions?   [ he mutters dryly,  voice low.  there’s a pause.  he knows she isn’t going to back down. ]    

@dearprey    ( … )     you’re   an   idiot.     [       her   voice   rang   out   bluntly,   folding   her   arms   over   her   chest   as   her   silvery   hues   narrowed   slightly,   almost   as   if   they   were   glowing   in   the   darkness.   her   red   hair   looked   as   if   they   were   flames   swirling   around   her   skin.     ]      I’m   coming   with   you. 

/ hi....me perhaps ..

/ on kai pls! 

/  feeling like changing up ben’s portrayal just a teeny tiny bit  :smirks: 

⋆.ೃ࿔ @godlyhuntings  ❜͟  
            
            [ ben glances up at him,  dark eyes scanning him quickly—- shoulders,  stance,  the way he’s holding himself.  the scratch aaron mentions doesn’t escape his notice,  but what ben is really looking for is whether aaron’s hiding something worse.  old instinct.  pack instinct.  he straightens slowly,  rolling his shoulder once as if testing it.  the movement pulls slightly at the bruise forming beneath his shirt,  but he ignores it.  pain is familiar territory.  manageable.  his mouth quirks faintly at the corner. ]    yeah.  i’m good.    [ he wipes his palm against his jeans,  smearing the blood away like it’s an inconvenience more than anything else.  his gaze flicks back to aaron again,  more serious this time. ]    you s͟u͟r͟e͟ that’s just a scratch?    [ he asks,  tilting his head slightly.  his tone is casual,  but there’s a quiet edge of concern threading through it. ] 

[ her expression falls, trying to hide the brimming frustration rising in her chest. that was one downside to being a wolf, frustration felt like anger, but she wasn’t; not at him. as he turns away, she tries to find the words but the slight rise in her voice follows anyway. ]  i know that forest like the back of my hand. i– i’ve tested this a thousand times. this is foolproof. [ her plans didn’t always work, but every failure, as annoying as they were, become a tool to learn from. this one would work, it had to, but she could see it— he was holding something back. ]  what’s this really about, ben? 

⋆.ೃ࿔ @lycanthropiks  ❜͟  
            
            this is risky,  kai.  too fucking risky.    [ he shakes his head slightly.  there’s a particular tension in his chest.  he’s stressing and the look in his eyes give it away.  his jaw clenches and he looks away from her as if he’s fighting his own thoughts. ]    

because it’s going to work. it’s a little dangerous, [ a kinder way to describe using herself as bait for a cannibalistic monster but what was she if not a little optimistic, ] but you were the one who told me to start trusting my instincts. 

*    yippee 

*     yes me!!

@dearprey   /     waves