orsaint

&&.        responses for all active threads will be out tomorrow, including anything owed from rurik. been caught up with work, folks—-   sorry for the lack of activity.

krysilios

rain pelted down in harsh, deafening drops, making athena clutch her leather bag close and her cream coloured umbrella low over her head. yet despite her efforts, she could feel the cold water seep into her shoes, the slant of the perspiration soaking her pants nearly up to her knees. she took a steadying breath. she only had to make it to her car, and ensure her papers weren't soiled. easy enough. she set down the familiar path, only to come to an abrupt halt. was that a person just....sitting there with no shelter from the horrible storm? it tugged at her gentle heart, making her walk over to who she could now make out was a man. "were you perhaps...waiting for a ride?" she asked, crouching so that he could share the protection of her umbrella while they spoke. "this storm will only get worse, sir, i don't think you should be out here."

lacrimabilis

i never expected you to care.  but for you to come here, now, as i am—  do you have even half an idea of the pain i carry with me?  and you taunt me.  you berate me, you call me a fool & sullied.  i may be a demon but i have been human once.  i am still human.

inlecebra

careful. it's more fragile than it looks.

inlecebra

*there stood at the threshold, hands curled inside the pockets of her coat to shield themselves against the winter coldness, alaina waited with patient expectancy for a reasoning. she saw as the man turned around to reveal himself better, watching him watch her till seconds later since she had made her presence known. curiously, an eyebrow raised with peaked interest before she stepped closer in an attempt to dilute the formality, a respectful distance still separating them. at his words, her head tilted to the side in puzzlement, not completely making sense of what he was looking for in her answer.*‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎neither? and both, at the same time. why so?
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orsaint

@inlecebra            long fingers halted their inquiry, gaze momentarily straying and flicking to her—-    then froze. suspended in midair, slowly raking over her, taking in her features, the sharp curve of her jaw and eyes. details marred so elegantly, the angel had to avert his gaze to regain his composure, turning away; empty hues now observing once more. humans were fascinating, as loathsome as they were; beauty honed their features, and he never failed to scrutinize them.         this particular moment felt no different—except the human prying his attention was none other than the infamous psychologist. suddenly, he felt the urge to tease her, to see what other expressions would fleetingly       settle on her beautiful face. “as fragile as a beautiful flower or the seashell? pick one,” he mused darkly.
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