tiredteas
meshenna , you look pale .
warisms
redrogers
Are you okay.
warisms
[ :: ] starter call ! cb : blood for a wounded ! Meshenna. cb : danger for meshenna to lose control over his abilities . cb : woes to encounter meshenna having a panic attack/ nightmare about his past .
orphaens
IT'S LATE. THE STREETS OF NEW YORK ARE ALIVE & BUSTLING AS EVER, & ellie can hear every word uttered under shallow breath, every swear or phrase or comment they hope nobody else can hear. her boots barely make a sound against the wet concrete under her as she dodges through back alleys & down quieter streets, once again at home within the shadows cast down upon them.
she has no need to avoid the crowds flitting through on their way back home, or to another get-together. no verbal reasoning, yet the CAUTION in each step she takes seems to scream otherwise. something is wrong, she can feel it. hands balled in to fists are shoved in to the pockets of her coat, before she turns to look at meshenna, brow creased.
❝something's going to happen,❞ she announces, oddly calm for someone as young as she. ❝i know it is.❞ ( DON'T ASK ME WHAT— I WON'T ANSWER. )
warisms
[ :: ] uhh cb before I delete all my accounts because of lost muse ??
feraIisms
* blood covered pure white snow as hot breath left his lips into something of a warm fog into the air , tongue licking chapped bloody lips as a snarl stayed on his face . Ravens & crows moved above him as though bound by his abilities . stretching his limbs with weapons dripping blood so steadily on to the snow he turned , seeing the other with a raised brow * you need to be inside . negative twenty five celsius isn't good for the body . * thick accent came spilling out of his lips along with native tongue slowly walking towards the other body blocking what he had done behind him , hand tapping his shoulder shoulder something of a painted smile & head shake * why are here ? need another drink ?
warisms
[ :: ] uhh cb or I’m taking your ankles .
mnsignr
how.. delightful. really. showing up at such an u͟n͟e͟x͟ ͟pe͟c͟t͟e͟d͟ hour- disheveled as ever. what brings you here? is there even a reason behind this sudden visitation?
warisms
@0DAYOFDAWN I don’t have a home . And I most certainly don’t know how to make somewhere feel like one . * ire mixed with ancient accented words , even as icy depths so cold you felt like a piece of you was freezing when they gazed at you took in the place . It certainly was grand , something that reminds so harshly of the ride , and those he had fled . All that came to mind when he saw this magnificent house was death . And that HURT . * you sure you don’t need me to look at them ? You don’t want an infection . * despite the sad look on divinity bathed features his voice was concerned , the little medical knowledge he had sending off alarm bells in his mind . Eyes swept from the home to the man who inhabit it , lips turning into what was likely more of a grimace than a smile . * your home is impressive as ever , but I really should be going .
mnsignr
funny. the scars are still there. stitched them up myself.. keep splitting back open — dreadful things. c͟o͟m͟e͟ i͟n͟.͟ make yourself at home.. ( despite what it was he said, the nature of his words were filled with hatred. hasn’t changed since the day he fell. freshly trimmed golden curls travelled from behind his ear causing ghostly pale fingers to brush those thick locks of his back into place. curiously, his eyebrows would raise.. thin lips curling upward just slightly at the corners. barely noticeable.. lucifer made sure of that. perhaps the second most beautiful thing in the pits of hell would be satan’s very own home. an epitome of gothic architecture, hand-built by sinners. scum. )
warisms
@0DAYOFDAWN I can’t help I ran into you after I just got of work . Get your snobbishness under control there , your angel wings are showing .
tiredteas
oh the horseman of war , what brings you here so late ?
warisms
@tiredteas A taste of you . * lips connect briefly as the blonde caressed the gods inner thigh , stroking between his legs tenderly as they parted * won’t you lay so prettily for me ? I would love to worship you .
tiredteas
lay on the desk ? * he questioned with eyes looking looking to his lips for a moment breaths short & even sweet at times ,eyebrows furrowed together in a confusion as fingers tightened on the chair * taste of what exactly ?
@warisms
warisms
@tiredteas * the rider can’t help but chuckle ; accented voice echoing gently off the walls even as his hand rose higher , rubbing across the others thigh as he leans forward ; breath ghosting over Thanatos’s lips * I think you know exactly how I could fill up your time , what do you say baby ? Lay on that pretty desk and let me get a taste .
laKAUZ
i’ve seen that look before … what’s the matter ?
laKAUZ
&͟&͟ ⭒. UNKNOWN,, A BROW RAISED, NOW [ … ] steve has seen pretty bizarre things in his lifetime. SURELY, NOTHING could surprise him at this point RIGHT [ ?? ]
❝ I FIND THAT HARD TO BELIEVE [ … ] seriously i’m listening, i’m all yours. what’s going on [ ?? ]
warisms
@soldierserumed You wouldn’t believe me if I told you , I’m just gonna drown my sorrows in liquor .
warisms
@-hellraising Sounds kinky , though I’m not one to be into pain play . So I’ll have to pass , besides we don’t even know each others names , love .