soulstringss
/ okay, okay— i’m alive. cb or drop.
soulstringss
coIdeyes
i apologize, i didn’t mean to startle you. i should’ve announced my presence first.
hyrded
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ do you wish to /avenge/ your little friend?
&. lets just say he stole something of hers. which can be anything, a little creature, a relic, and etc.
soulstringss
@hyrded / “what did you do with him.” her puppets were like extensions of herself— parts of her own being. though none were as important as the one attached at her waist, the puppet rurik had taken still mattered deeply to her. she held out her hand, palm facing upward, the other clenched impatiently at her side. “give him back. i’m in no mood to entertain your antics.”
EYIKILL
⠀⠀⠀ you’re /staring./ which.. makes me realize you did see me back there.
soulstringss
/ cb & specify. or drop! i miss writing for her.
baredteeth
sharp claws lay over the pale skin of her throat, not tearing flesh but there was enough pressure to be felt. sebastian’s amber eyes faded slowly to a deep brown looking down at her, breath heavy and dark hair clinging to his forehead. “ and dead. i actually could’ve killed you three other times but i wanted to give you a chance. are we done here ? ”
baredteeth
okay, you look like you’re gonna explode, what questions do you have ?
nymphymn
/ gotta get into a winter mood, after all ♡
HYLYKOS
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ mortal or goddess? or perhaps a liar dressed in the shape of both.
soulstringss
@EYIKILL / “i am no liar.” defensive— she was, even when she hadn’t used any means of deception in her words, at least not yet. she would, if there were reason to, if he gave cause for her necessary lies. but to call her a liar so straightforwardly, scratched at her pride. luneth would not bow. “what does it matter to you whether i am a mortal or a goddess?” she arched a brow, whipping her head to the side, stubbornly refusing any eye contact. “it shouldn’t, as long as you receive what you’re looking for, no?”
crsdrse
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀it's cold, aren't you cold?
soulstringss
@crsdrse / “cold?” luneth shrugged, feeling her fingertips as she curled her fingers into a fist before unclenching it. she would always feel the cold there first. “no, not really. it’s perfect weather. why— are you cold?”