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(( cover names; VIOLET when female.
            VALENTINO when male.
            known as violet,  the mesmerizing dancer and valentino, the melodious singer. ))

Neso;  mortal dancer and immortal nereid. 
            a storyteller whose tales seem a bit too..immersive. 
            looks can be deceiving, as she can be too, for her form
            may never remain as one and the same, just like water.
            
            forgotten and hidden from the divine, she only
            lets her stories speak of someone's future 
            only when given the right divine compensation.

The Nereids symbolized everything that is beautiful and kind about the sea. Their melodious voices sang as they danced around their father. They are represented as beautiful women, crowned with branches of red coral and dressed in white silk robes trimmed with gold...
            
            at least, they were. but how can a nereid born of mortal blood survive not near the sea, but in shore?
            
            singers, dancers, shapeshifters, mediums. they were what water symbolizes. fluidity. adaptability. healing. everchanging.

── .✧     [   @hyrded   ]
            
            A sigh fell from the blonde's reddish lips, her sky blue orbs staring towards rurik's extended arms that waited for her word of approval to move any farther. there was still the fandom of the tension that had previously existed between them, a tension they were trying to put past them and ignore and yet, it still surfaced. 
            
            "it does.." she spoke, the words softly spoken as her lips pieced  together, slightly pouty as she willed herself to wrap her arms around the man's sturdy shoulders, accepting his help as her ankle that she had twisted ached, somewhat swollen and tender still. "..thank you.." she said, letting the words fall in between them as she felt grateful for his help, even if his words had once wounded her being and pride.

&.      i’m going to take a nap.     i’ll back shortly.

&.            it is tragic. 

&.         just finished watching, ‘tere ishq mein’ and i have no words left.

── .✧     [   @hyrded   ]
            
              " [make] you?" the words fell sharper than anticipated from her plump lips, guided by her slight annoyance and the tight feeling in her chest on the challenge her had now presented her with.  the smug look on his face made her want to wipe it right off and thus she pushed him with all the strength she possessed, making him move backwards towards his leather couch and making him fall on the soft cushioning. 
            
            "I will make you beg for mercy" she said, a grin spreading on her red painted lips as she let herself become comfortable on his lap ever so swiftly, the beige, silk dress that she was wearing riding up her curvy thigh. she carefully brought her slender fingers towards his sides, tickling the soft skin there. "how dare you not want to apologize, hm?"

── .✧     [   @hyrded   ]
            
                        Ocean orbs fluttered open only to gaze upon his tense figure that stood across her, dressed still as properly as ever, stoic and strict.  with a soft, melodious hum, she stretched her figure across the bed before slowly standing up from it, her blonde, curly locks falling across her face, unruly as it always tended to be unless she did something about them. while fixing the silky fabric of her pink dress she contemplated his words, finding herself quite perplexed. 
            
                "you are certainly correct about that. I was waiting for you." she said, voice neutral, or as neutral as she was able to keep it in his presence. in all honesty, she did not desire to see him, the mere idea creating chaos in her otherwise calmer mind. she did not want to think of him, but she did. and that tormented her more than she had anticipated.  " I forgot my jacket here and I certainly need it. otherwise, believe me, you would not find me seeking your presence and tainting your sheets in my boredom." she spoke, words firm, cut and cold, her ocean of a gaze looking straight into his with a confidence she did not truly feel, but chose to hold. she could have been softer. sweeter and more tender, like she tended to act around others. to hold her head high through ego and pettiness, yet she didn't. she let her ego rule her, guide her selfishly against him, against the words he had chosen to utter previously towards her, that no matter how strong of a pull she felt towards his annoyingly magnetic gaze and sturdy embrace, she would stand still, frozen, in a controlled manner. it was the only way to hold the reins of her untamable heart that foolishly had chosen to flatter for [him]. to be betrayed by ones own body, would be a cross for her to manage and bare. a truth to veil and conceal from him as hurt still boiled bright in her lungs from his demeanor.

"I suggest  [you]  try and keep yourself away from me and stay as you are. I will not be so kind as to indulge you next time we see each other. mister." she worded in a firm tone before walking past him as her blood boiled underneath her composed facade. how dare he call her an easy woman? how dare he treat her as one?  she halted, breathing deeply momentarily before continuing on her way towards the circus. she had many things to attend to. he would have to wait and stay at a corner of her mind for now.
            
            except, he didn't. he overpowered her every thought and her duties were very much poorly executed, causing her frustration to double. 
            
            
            [  @hyrded  ]

── .✧     [   @hyrded   ]
            
              perhaps she had pushed him too far, pressed one too many buttons and triggered him slightly more than necessary, for her black hair clip that was holding her hair in place was now thrown on the ground, his large hand having taken it's place, gripping her hair with a passion unbecoming of the space they were at. he pressed himself against her without asking her, encircling her smaller body. was the kiss too much? for his stare was fierce, anger boiling in it and something else... something she had seen before and that he seemed awfully unaware of. 
            
              violet's breath hitched ever so subtly, her emotions a mixed turmoil as her brows furrowed, glaring at him, her nostrils flaring slightly as anger boiled and fumed inside her small frame. she understood a whole lot from his reaction and his words hurt her, even though she didn't show it, a grin still in place on her glossed, reddish lips. 
            
              "in their right mind.." she whispered more than said, a subtle laugh rumbling from her chest as she stared up at his figure, taking in the way he scrambled to fix his tie and suit and revert it back to it's original, spotless image.   "a thousand you say." she spoke, her tone bitter as she leaned down to catch her hair clip. "let me tell you one thing, you mister, are the definition of a coward" she spoke, her words plain and voiced as a matter of fact. she fixed her hair and clothed before smiling sweetly at him, a smile dripping with sarcasm. "you approach a woman you had once helped, sit her on your lap, give her wine, such an unthinkable thing to do for any single woman, mind you. and now what? you accuse me of following you around and get upset over something  [you] started?" she laughed, reaching in her back to get a tissue before pressing it on his clothed chest firmly, her blue orbs staring into his intently.  
            
            [...]

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀ “your kisses?” he seethed. “i don’t think any man in his right mind would ever want them. i certainly /don’t/.” it was evident—-the conflict between wanting what she’d stirred and not wanting it all. yet he was repulsed by it: the scent, the way she fit into his arms, the fire of anger consuming him simply because she had kissed him. rurik had never felt this confused in his life. it took everything in him to tear away from violet. he had been foolish. that much was true. he’d assumed the mere thought of him being close to her would send her running. so he had done what he could, offering an innocent kiss. gods.. the act made him feel like an idiot. rurik began fixing his tie, smoothing his hand over his coat, glaring at her. there was a hint of jealousy he didn’t dare show, but the fact she rattled his mind, consuming his thoughts, left him even more unsettled.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀      “don’t follow me. mingle elsewhere, happily. at a bar, at a fucking restaurant. do it with a thousand, i could care less. but i will not be made a fool.” he remained still, staring at her, while his mind screamed to turn back, to return to work. yet somehow, as irking as it was, knowing anyone could slip past and take a closer peek, rurik didn’t move. instead, his mind replayed the sound of her voice, and the way she’d spoken his name.

/ i have missed you, and i’m here to annoy you. >:}

/ aaaaannnnaaaaaa. 

/ i love mad hatter and the whole moviee.

── .✦             [  @EYIKILL  ]
            
            "it is.." she worded, her tone soft, inquisitive and slightly afraid, her voice a trembling note.  violet's sky blue orbs stared at the man like creature before her, for  /he/ wasn't a /man/...no, the aura he possessed was otherworldly, slightly disturbing in a very curious way that itched her to find out more. 
            
            perhaps, she should have been afraid of him and perhaps, she slightly was. to have been terrified of the power he possessed, the remnants of the pack of wolves who had tried to attack her in the snowy expansion of the mountain, laying unmoving as crimson painted the pure snow, a disturbing painting she tried not to look at that stained her previously pure, white garments as well, loud enough to speak of what he was and wasn't. and yet, she knew it in her soul that he was no threat of hers. that he would not harm her. why did she have such confidence in a stranger, a creature, she had never once met before?  why did her mind not make her fear him, a being that had never once occurred to her mind that existed in her albeit chaotic, but otherwise ordinary, /human/ life? 
            
            "who.." she began yet stopped herself before speaking again a few moments later.  " [what] are you?" she voiced lastly, her orbs keeping at him, unmoving, unwavering and fueled with unexpected will and confidence she knew not where it was coming from.

@hyrded   |
            
            At the sound of her name, the blonde woman turned around to look at the man that was following behind her ever so slowly. this was the first time he had called her name, thus why she tended to call him only as mister. no name, no last name, since that is something she also did not possess. just mister. 
            
            "am I?" she spoke as a grin spread on her lips, only for her to turn around and walk towards him, her sky blue orbs capturing his gaze ever so fiercely. "the you should show me the right way. rurik." she said, letting her words mirror his as she awaited for his reaction with an amused hum. "I am your guest after all."