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[emberese]

      "Or at a mattress shop, customers could compare the            comfort levels between the beds and your shoulder.             --- though, that may end up being bad for business."

   ( It's the sporadic stutter that catches the plurality of Ember's      attention, though unseen as something to frown upon.  It isn't      until the blonde's willing to cant her chin, until the two are finally      at eye level, when she notices how the light happens to reflect      off of auburn orbs and produce an almost gleaming effect -- and      it's gratifying to simply observe. )

      "Miriam?  Is that German?  Or is it just lovely all around...--?"

   ( Smooth.  Toasting fingers envelop the girl's outstretched palm      when it's offered, giving it a light, yet far from weak, shake. )

                                                                        "------ Ember."

    “ awesome ! —- i - i am totally going to add it t-then.       well i -m—-mean maybe if i got a job in a-an old peoples       home t-then that’d be good? i dunno’. “ ( miriam cannot help but become captivated by the others   obvious beauty— not so much in the way someone could be   attracted to another, yet — rather appreciate her platonically. )                  ” a little yes—- b-but…it’s okay. i f——orgive you,                     anyway…y-you kept my shoulder w-warm and                     that was n-nice so i’m not complaining…— um..                     i’m miriam b-by the way..it’s n-nice to meet you.. “              ( & cue the awkward smile, along with the extension of                delicate fingers towards the other. )

[emberese]

      "Yey, of course.  Not exactly sure where it is you could                                      apply that it'd be a beneficial trait, but                                                     a positive nonetheless, right?"

   ( Bashful digits string the fallen strands behind an      ear as the other girl picks her speech back up,       fiddling with the cartilage there for a quick moment      before settling the palm back in her lap. ) 

      "Yes, well, you're probably loads more familiar with his                 saliva pooling onto you, so..-- and, wow, that was                                          incredibly unattractive, I am so sorry."

      ” well thank you, i think i’mma put that          on my resumé. whaddya’ think? yey or ney? “    ( miriam can’t help but smile as the other graced her      with the gift of a slight smile right back. the she-wolf was a sucker       for making friends. ) “ oh…um — only a little but it’s okay..               i mean..my flatmate rin, he does it all the time ..so don’t worry ! ��

[emberese]

    "Usually you'd think a shoulder wouldn't be all that                        comfy but, no, yeah, yours is...-- definitely."

   ( A swing of relief seeps into her bones as the other ignites      a conversation, lips of salmon upturning with the dip of her      chin; that which manages only to form a curtain out of her      locks. )

      "----- something like that.  I didn't get any drool on you, did I?"

       ” ——-it’s f-fine, honestly. d-don’t worry.          i mean…at least now i k-know I’m a good cushion? “ ( lips quiver into that of a smirk as the other shimmied away,   hazel eyes which glimmered a warm orange colour due to    a few rogue shards of sunlight hitting them when looking upon   the blonde. )              ” rough night? “

[emberese]

      "Actually, I do believe your bubble, as        an entirety, would burst all together.                 ---- just gonna put that out there."

          ❝  I guess that’s my bad, isn’t it?                   But I will admit, that does burst                   my bubble. Just the slightest. ❞

[emberese]

seelewandern

      "---- I think it was just an honest mistake, y'know?  I mean, how does a six year old let her mom know, in the middle of the supermarket, that 'hey, mom, you were kind of in such a hurry you didn't remind me to put on panties under my skirt'?  Because back then, I had no idea."

   ( Late night tales of one's past usually suffice to fill      the silence, though it's not the only factor of the      hour attempting to devour Ember in the obscurity's      depths -- fatigue is also playing a hand.  Bare toes      curl and nudge at the boy lounged at the foot of her      bed, curious as to whether he's still awake. )

      "You didn't fall asleep on me, did you?"

[emberese]

      "I'll live, yeah.  Aren't all red velvet desserts to die for, though?                                                        ----- I'd go that distance, definitely."

(☾☆) — ❝I’m not that upset about it.❞ Though that was mainly because she abstained from meat. ❝If its any consolation I saw some red velvet cupcakes on the other side. Apparently they’re to die for.❞ 

[emberese]

darkinherheart ; dieerstetraumer ; allisonbreathe

      "Am I seeing things, or did you just watch that guy shuffle a whole sample plate of pigs in blankets into his coat, too?"

   ( And to think she hadn't considered how much she      actually would like one until they were gone. )

[emberese]

      "Clever, but 'fraid not."

             ”Have you ever held a hairless rat? I’ve had them a while.                  Their names are French and Toast.”

[emberese]

      "They're rats.  Pardon me for not spotting the appeal.                                            ----- the rabbit, though, I get that."

                  He’s not even gonna fucking move .                          ”Yeah, they’re badass.”

[emberese]

noctuamplumis ; ofcursedblood ; biirdbone

      "I promise, swear to god, I don't usually fall asleep on buses, let alone on a stranger's shoulder...--"

   ( Attempt not to mind the drool Ember's hurriedly wiping      from her chin, thighs shifting in her seat simply to gain      some wiggle room between the two; some s p a c e. )

[emberese]

      "Well I'm kinda really not into trespassing.                          ------ hairless rats?"

              “Right, I saw that but I thought I saw a rabbit and I’m kinda really into animals. I have two hairless rats.”

[emberese]

reveurx  ; likeithurtsme ; touchedbylightning

      "------ not to burst your bubble or anything, but that keep out sign?  Ki--inda don't think it's a free invitation to mosey on over the chain-link?"

[emberese]

I promise I'll do welcome starters real soon, guys, but until then, I'll actually be over here.

[emberese]

   ( Digits, though absentmindedly, curl around the forearms      that are sought out in supporting her; lips turning upwards      with a slow heave of her chest as if to thank, but failing to      go the actual distance.  Dilating pupils measure the many      exterior features of the boy while he speaks; smile not once      faltering during the venture. )

      "------ shhhh, that can be our little secret.  Unlike your cheekbones because, wow, those are super prominent.  Not that that's particularly a bad thing, trust me, it definitely is not."

                  ( Champagne strands cascade from the balls of each of her                     shoulders to her back with the cants of her chin, maneuvering                      her vision around the two as if attempting to figure which direction                     she was headed; brows knitting with ease as her attention finally                     centers back to the other. )

            "I'm not alone, sil--ly?  You're here."

     [ Maybe he should have taken his car        to the party… If he had a car, that is.         Living with Scott had its perks, but it        had its flaws. Having to walk everywhere        whenever Scott wasn’t there to take         him was beginning to grow old. Especially        since his walk full of fresh air had been        rudely interrupted by someone nearly         losing their balance on the curb. Arms         immediately reaching out to catch the        girl, Isaac breathed out a huff before          cracking a slight smile at her current         state. ]

            “Wow, okay. Well, you’re drunk, first of all, so your opinion is invalid. But, yes. Being pretty runs in my blood… at least, it does on my mother’s side. My father’s side? Not so much.                       —— Where are you headed? You probably shouldn’t be walking home alone, especially this late at night.”

[emberese]

intxrcisus ; fractumbeta ; hxwlett

   ( Churning from within the pit of Ember's chest is      a chuckle, snorted and disoriented; far from nearing      that of appealing.  Bare toes carry her along the       tightrope that is the edged pavement of a sidewalk;      frame teetering this way and that, arms splayed      outwards at her sides, before she's stumbling back      quite untimely into an unknowing passerby. )

      "You know, a lot of people think consuming alcohol kills brain cells but it's commonly misinterpreted for the truth concerning a disinfectant alcohol and, oh boy, those little guys are gonna be in some serious trouble if you go that route.  ------ W o w, have you always been this pr--retty?  It must be an inherited thing, huh?"

[emberese]

      "------ It's not particularly beige, I suppose.  More like a 'I want this paint color to give the room a boxed in feel, much similar to a cave, but still accentuate the crown molding' sort of brown."

       Hues of desperation pondered the wall seemingly angular to their current position, where Ember's backside lie flat on the plush of the mattress residing within the walls of her bedroom.  The area, however not in general, lacked much flare, that which urged the blonde on to explore an incitement to spark a conversation; flicking her attention to that of the boy she'd intended her speculation to rest upon.  Finding herself studying him there where he stood, scrutinizing Elijah Knox's exterior just for a moment, Ember couldn't deny how appeased it was they hadn't been making too much eye contact.  Though it was incessant, the pest gnawing away at her brain; curious as to whether his irises shown of crystal, or nut, or a flower stem's likely appendage.  She hadn't bothered to pay much attention before.  Ember scrutinized the broad of his shoulders, and how they basically pieced his entire silhouette together, no matter the layers of clothing wrapped among them.  The strands of his hair tipping the iceberg that peaked her interest of naturalism -- which only reminded her how much he needed a nickname.

      "What do you think, Curly Q?  Does it make this space feel a little closed in?"

[emberese]

Memories: mental impressions retained; recollections. Manipulation: the act of controlling.

❝I can't just contort someone's perfectly genuine    memories one day and act like it's okay the next.❞

alias:  ember patel mutation:  ability to perceive, obtain/manipulate, and experience another human being's memories, as well as store them for future transference to others, by will of touch. labeled:  non-lethal; to an extent

       She looks normal, and, for the most part, she is.  Her mutation is simple to conceal, facile to stabilize, but lacks a certain captivity -- a particular beauty she delights to see in other mutants, however few she's crossed paths with.  Where it lacks in physical appeal, it strives in a mental sensibility -- no memory spanning as far back as the mind's hippocampus can reach or contained range of emotions has the security to prevent being tapped, whenever Ember wills to capture either.  Consent from a subject at her hand, however, is most often the only justification for putting her competence to use, on anyone.  It is rare of her to influence one's memory from what it was originally, to something different entirely; twisting the images, the atmospheres, the notions as she pleases.  Rare, though not always unlikely -- situations vary, after all.

Additional information:

-- this verse is open to everyone.

-- in this verse, Ember's short term memory is fully intact.

-- this verse does not take place on the Grounds of or in Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.  It's more so just a mutant verse in general.

-- both Ember's younger and default faceclaim are available for this verse.