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Hey ya’ll, I know that I haven’t been on in a long-ass time; quite a few things happened, and I might make a full disclosure post once I’m back on track with things, but I want ya’ll to know that I HAVE NOT given up on this blog! I’m trying to see if I can’t work out something like a schedule for what nights I’ll be online and whatnot. As always, my main roleplay blog is @carnivorarium, where I will most likely be found if I’m not here; no guarantees though, as I don’t have much time to be online at all. Thank you to those of you who are still here, and I promise there will be activity soon enough. First though since I’m much better at PS, I’m going to try to remake icon borders.... 

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☥┆’ vicariousphotographer

      Despite the other’s refusal, Henry felt as if he should repay him in some way.    This is such a huge retrieval but he’ll let it go for now ( though Henry’s sure to let     it be fresh in his mind ). “If….If you’re sure about that.” He didn’t miss the odd     features this guy had, such as the jagged fangs and while he is curious, Henry     decides to let it slide since he isn’t sure how much of a low profile he wanted      to be.     Henry joined him in the wandering gaze of this area. It’s quite a good distance   away from the city so any noise pollution is at a minimum. There’s the occasional     chirping song from a few birds but that’s much more preferable than the blaring     horns from traffic and the constant chatter of pedestrians.     “Yeah! It’s… Well, it doesn’t look like much but…I can sense that there’s much    more here.” The comment had been innocent but it still struck a thought in him     nonetheless.

    His smile remain, however as he nodded. “It is…” he admitted. “But honestly,   it’s better…that way. Not many people could..enjoy this profession and more of    them don’t really understand. For me, it’s…comforting and I feel more at ease.”     That smile grew but it’s still in a shadowed sadness.     “…And besides, you can learn more about the world around you this way. I’ve       learn quite a bit myself.” 

              ⊰ ‘♙’ ⊱ ╾ Crane nodded along as though he understood all of it. Perhaps mentally he didn’t, but the other’s honest words stirred something in his heart that made him feel as though, at least on a basic level, he understood that it was something profound. Even if he couldn’t quite wrap his head around it, he could at least be empathetic-- a skill he was quite naturally adept at, much to the dismay of his more knowledgeable and experienced friends. 

              A low, thoughtful hum akin to an inhuman trill rose up in his throat as he rocked back on his heels a bit, sooty hands shoving themselves into his jacket pockets. The urge to shed said jacket and give himself more breathing space ( as well as somewhat free up the extra feathery appendages harnessed close to his back ) rose up and tempted him greatly. Something about the atmosphere here felt free, freer than he’d felt ever since becoming more solid and defined... but a stab of guilt immediately followed after. He didn’t want to disrupt the evening further. 

             The thought soon passed, as the other’s musings grabbed his attention once more. Thick eyebrows rose up in an expression of wonder, bright eyes sparkling with sudden hope. 

              A gentle smile on his lips, he sighed, “Well, as long as you understand it, that’s fine isn’t it? And being lonely isn’t always such a bad thing, I think... anyway, people say there’s a difference between the words ‘lonely’ and ‘isolated’ ‘cause uh.. one’s a choice. Sorry, I’m still not quite fluent in English...” he trailed off and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. “But I think they’re right! The feeling is different.” 

              He hesitated, then tentatively spoke a bit breathlessly, “What do you mean, you learned more about yourself? Things like... memories?”

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                               When he died,                                 all things soft                                 and beautiful                                 and bright                        would be buried with him

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☥┆’ busecjin

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          Originally what the other had said was lost on the exorcist as the stun from an explosion that sent them flying. What shocked them back into reality was their back hitting the ground, feeling the straps of their innocence harden.

            Their ears rang as they opened their eyes again, having momentarily passed out on the field. Blue eyes stare up at the other, a bandaged hand slowly raising and resting into his gloved one. They weren’t really aware of their surroundings anymore, quite a bit lost as they brought themselves wobbling on their feet. They nearly crumbled before standing straight once again, god the pain in their back was unbearable. Their first regret of the situation: Not having Angel’s Remix on a higher invocation. 

           Their other regret? Letting him see them. A hand rests flat against their chest as they cough a bit, great, now their throat hurt too. ❝ Yes…Yes, I can speak…Thank you. ❞

                  ⊰ ‘♘’ ⊱ ╾ “Oh my-- that doesn’t sound good,” he observed, eyebrows drawing together in a show of worry as the cough rattled from their throat. “Do you need something for it? Or the pain?”

               Taking in their bedraggled appearance, which by itself was quite a sight to parse, and the way they had quite literally flown in front of him despite not possessing any wings made him think it was a resounding yes. He wasn’t about to take no for an answer anyhow; he just couldn’t. Such was his nature, and filled with so much valor, he doubted he would have turned a blind eye anyway. Ah, Marina was going to give him a sound beating for going out of his way to mingle in other’s business again. 

               “If I may be of service, then I will. Things seem a bit... odd, but that’s obvious, isn’t it? I have never seen a person without wings fly,” he commented, his expression not once changing despite the melodic lightness to his voice-- nevermind how overbearing he was being. 

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☥┆’ victeux

   pausing her walk, she looked up to see none other than the guy she’d asked out a while ago. Crane, wasn’t it? she smiled up at the other, waving back, though a bit confused as to why he was up there. no matter, she’d just talk to him like this if need be. “yeah, it’s really hot out right now! i just walk around a lot! nothing else to do!”

   the other’s attempt to say her name made her crack up, laughing at how forgetful the other seemed to be. it wasn’t like she could get mad at him; she’d forgotten many people’s names before. nothing she couldn’t relate to.

   “Desiree! my name’s Desiree! you’re Crane! and i’m not going anywhere, i’m just walkin’! what’re you doing up there?”

                ⊰ ‘♙’ ⊱ ╾ His smile mirrored hers as he momentarily forgot about the fangs that would pierce into his lips; still, it didn’t stop him from grinning back. “Right, Desiree! I’ll remember that-- really, I will,” he insisted. Already he was attempting to file the name away somewhere it wouldn’t get lost or trodden down by the hectic trains of thought that so often went off their course. 

              He shifted a bit closer towards the edge of the branch and peered over a bit precariously. It wasn’t too far down, but shouting back and forth at each other wouldn’t be fun for too long, and she was bound to get a sore neck from looking up like that. There was only one issue....

        “Oh, me?” he asked, as if anyone else in their right mind was perched up in a tree. “I was...” he trailed off and glanced behind him at the wings jutting from his back. “I was, uh, trying something out. Actually, I was about to use them to get down-- or try to, without bruising myself or having any crash landings. Uh... some people react to seeing them weirdly, but do you mind if I try to get down with them?” Of course, one could easily believe he was purposely neglecting to say the word wings-- the truth of the matter was, his thoughts were so frenzied, he’d forgotten she didn’t know about them and possibly hadn’t seen them.

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Jamie lowered his book and looked around, confused–before finally looking up. He’d been walking with his nose in a book, which was his usual method of avoiding eye contact with strangers, but shouting had pulled him out of the text. Especially when he realized the shouting was directed at him. Finally seeking out the noise, he was more than a little surprised to find someone perched on the side of a building. 

“O..o-oh!” He almost dropped his book, but hardly noticed–he was too busy trying to figure out what he was actually looking at. After a few seconds of staring, Jamie decided that his eyes really weren’t playing tricks on him; someone was standing along the side of a building. And were stuck, by the looks of it. Stuck and looking for help.

Tucking his book into his shoulder bag, Jamie took a few step closer, looking around him and back up to the ledge. 

“Um…u-um, okay….I-I might be able to get something….” A ladder would be the best, but where would he find a spare ladder, one of the really tall ones, just lying around? Maybe he could ask someone–but then again, who? Jamie hardly knew anyone in the city, least of all someone who would happen to be nearby. 

“Sh…should I call th…th-the fire department o-or something? Jeez, ‘ow…’ow did you even get up there?” It wasn’t like there were any windows near that ledge–and even if there were, Jamie couldn’t fathom a good reason to have climbed out of one.

It was as Jamie was fumbling his phone out of his backpack that he glanced up–and noticed the wide, white wings fluttering behind the boy.  His phone slid from his hand and clattered on the concrete.

“D…do you have w…w-wings?” 

          ⊰ ‘♙’ ⊱ ╾ At first, Crane only stared– or rather, squinted –down in confusion. The fire department? What could they possibly do about this? ‘OH. Wait. That’s right. Ladders. They’ve got ladders. Wow, I sound stupid; who else carries ladders around with them?’ 

           Then, prompted by the other’s exclamation, he turned his head to gawk over his own shoulder, vermillion eyes widening and flashing with surprise as if he’d somehow forgotten of the extra appendages adding even more weight to balance. For a moment, he only blinked slowly as his mind went utterly blank. He supposed he had a good explanation for this; really, he should. Albany was always able to explain why he had wings so well even though people tended to swallow it with a grain of salt. He’d never much tried, mainly because not even he could make sense of it.

          “Err… yes, yes I do! Incidentally, they’re why I’m up here… uh, actually, no they’re not, because they didn’t work!” he shouted back down a little too brightly for his predicament. At least for now, that growing fear of heights was forgotten. Now it was being eaten up by a most unwelcome anxiety at having his wings out to begin with. 

          it wasn’t as if they belonged there, after all.

          A thought occurred to him then, and Crane edged a bit closer to the brick precipice to peek down at who he’d already decided to consider his saving grace from this dire issue. He chewed on the inside of his lip, wincing at how the blunt edge of his fangs cut a bit too deeply, then exhaled slowly. Well, here went nothing. Bending forward as much as he dared, he meekly ( as meek as shouting could be ) offered his only solution.

           “D-do you think I should try it again? I could try to glide down, or something!”

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❝ I know this looks like murder. I know, I know. But - have you considered - that nothing really exists? Because by that logic, this crime technically does not exist either! ❞

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              ⊰ ‘♕’ ⊱ ╾ She was not impressed by this pathetic attempt at covering his tracks; she was rather repulsed by it, actually. Though she suspected he might be joking, she couldn’t help but taking it all too seriously. He either owned up to it, or he didn’t; it wouldn’t change the truth of the matter, and she thought him to be nothing short of an idiot if he thought it could be covered up with faulty logic so easily turned against him. 

              “So then I could attack you and drain you of every last drop of life you have, and since nothing exists, there would be no consequences? It would be fruitless for me and unimportant to you because, since nothing exists, you wouldn’t be hurt by it. It would all just be a hallucination.” 

             She allowed for the words to settle between them, creating a thick silence severed only by a lax smile and keen flashing of dark chocolate eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed, “Try to think of something better next time. I’m still considering the option I presented... but I can offer another. What, exactly, are you planning on doing with this? I don’t want it pinned on me or anyone I’m associated with.”

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☥┆’ inionnaforaoise

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    This was… not how these sorts of things would normally go. The cold expression on the redhead’s face melted into one of confusion, almost to mirror his own as her attack stance eased slightly. A fledgling perhaps? That would explain the other’s behavior… When she caught wind of a vampire in the area, she pursued as if it were any other nosferatu that needed eradication. Clearly, that wasn’t the case.

    “You’re… new to this aren’t you.” she stated, raising a brow at the other. Surely this sort of scenario would be common sense, living kills the undead, that sort of thing? “Drat, I hate dealing with confused fledgies.” sighing, Victoria put her weapon away but close at hand, just in case this was a ploy of sorts. “Trust me mate, there are ways to kill things like you. As for me well, I can die but death isn’t a permanent feature for me kind. I’d wake up in a matter of hours, or days and we’d be right back here. Now tell me, what is your name and how long have you been like this?”

    Crossing her arms, Victoria frowned as she glared at the man. Things like this often tended to be more complicated than it needed to be. “I was told of a vampire in the area, your kind tends to be a plague on humanity and I was called to take care of the matter. I was not, however, expecting you.”

             ⊰ ‘♙’ ⊱ ╾ Fledgie? The unfamiliar word had him glancing back at the pair of premature wings fluttering nervously behind him and wondering if it had anything to do with that feature of his. He’d thought that was an anomaly unique to him. His mouth opened to ask, as she seemed to be incredibly knowledgeable on the topic of vampires, only for him to snap his mouth shut as she continued on. A plethora of emotions welled up within: confusion, astonishment, and most of all, curiosity. He plowed through each one with vigor, vermilion eyes widening in wonder at this strange, if not intimidating, woman. 

          A wonderstruck, lopsided smile spread across his lips as though he hadn’t just had a weapon pointed towards him. “You don’t die? Woah... I didn’t think things like that were possible. Eh, but I guess that’s sort of hypocritical since I’m...” he trailed off and shrugged sheepishly. “Oh.. but it probably gets lonely after a while of living for so long....” 

           His musings fell away to stunned silence when his attention was snapped back to the present by a bombardment of questions-- most of which pertained to him personally. A slight queasy feeling of nausea washed through him at the thought of having to answer any of those in depth, though he was entirely clueless as to where it came from. His gaze turned upwards in thought, a contemplative frown wiping away his guileless smile. 

        “Uh... ya mean as in, how long have I been a vampire? I’m, uh... not sure. Things are sort of jumbled. I know it took a long time, and I actually started feeling solid afterwards, and then these things came up and my hands got all weird--” as he rambled, bandaged arms held themselves up to reveal slivers of tawny skin riddled with dark veins, and his fragile wings stretched out “--and uh... I don’t know. S-Sorry. I also didn’t know I was a plague-- wait, you mean I’m carrying some sort of disease!?” If he was remembering the English word well enough, that was exactly what it meant.

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valorandheart replied to your post: If you’re a follower coming from...

i mean it was just an intro thread but i still liked it but??? honestly only if you’re feeling it LOL. i don’t mind either way!

Yeah we can keep it, I was really enjoying that one! I’ll go ahead and reblog my last response to here so it’s not lost in a sea of confusion lmao

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☥┆’ shallowrot

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❛   don’t stop me now.   ❜

the dreamy girl’s voice was muffled behind a mouthful of her seventh burger in one sitting. the term “eyes being bigger than your stomach” was proven terribly false here. in face, it seemed that her stomach was a black hole, consuming all in its path and leaving nothing behind.

❛   this is what dreams are made of.   ❜

             ⊰ ‘♘’ ⊱ ╾ “Stop you?” he repeated incredulously, gaze darting from the pile of wrappers to her. “I don’t believe I could if I wanted to... or perhaps I could, but it would be unpleasant for us both.”

          He continued to watch in obvious confusion, a gloved finger tapping thoughtfully against his lips as his brows cinched together. “What you’re doing... it doesn’t seem normal. But I’ve been asleep for so long, I’m not sure. You’re so small too! Do all people have such large appetites?”

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☥┆’ servusx

♘ Nothing like trying to do some good only to yet again be reminded that in the end     you will forever amount to nothing, you are nothing, you will stay nothing, and no     matter what good you really do you are below me. Great. He’s faintly     remembering how nobles or rich blood would speak to him until it was learned of     his title, though they’d never admit they were wrong or rude at the time, he was     accustomed to it and he knew how to deal with it. Even if he didn’t like it,     he was supposed to play his role. 

         “ Your wallet. “

     He reveals the object from his pocket, small scowl present on his features.      Richard doesn’t bother walking it over, it’d be the polite thing to do but the very      idea of coming any closer makes him ill to the gut. Giving a good firm toss of the      object to her he’d be quite amused if she managed to let it slip from her.      This wallet is not worth getting stabbed over and that’s partially why he even      spoke up over it.

             ⊰ ‘♕’ ⊱ ╾ A keen, cool gaze fixed itself upon the other for a few seconds. Heavy silence descended upon the two as she studied him closely, dark eyes betraying none of the shock she felt searing through her stomach with a white-hot blade. Her wallet? But she didn’t have hers on her at the moment; in fact, she had made sure not to have hers on her when she had left to go to the bar on a ‘business date’ earlier that evening. It had been part of a meticulous plan, one that had been foolproof until these passing tense moments. When, exactly, had she dropped it? Furthermore, had he looked inside? 

        Intense gaze remaining focused acutely upon the strange man, she took a few graceful cautious steps forward. She held a hand out as if to take it, not a single apology or other utterance leaving her lips as she continued to assess the situation. There were a manner of ways she could go about this. If he knew what was inside.... 

         “I see. My apologies for my brusque nature. It was....” she trailed off and allowed her expression to soften, brown eyes casting their glance downward as though she felt ashamed. “A rough night. No reason for me to be taking it out on strangers, though. That’s embarrassing.” Slender fingers closed around it, but again she paused, allowing a bit of the former iciness to slip into her voice. “How did you know it was mine?”

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☥┆’ vicariousphotographer

    For once in his life, peace came unto the man where there isn’t a sense   of dread or the feeling that something is amiss. Decaying buildings may be    ugly to some but for Henry, it was like discovering a new chapter in history.    Questions ran rampant and his features held one of curiosity and wonder. A    hum rumbled from his throat and was about to take another shot before the     familiar tingle of another presence poked at him.      The noise brought emerald eyes over to the source, brow raised at the    panting individual. Jesus, did he ran all the way out here just to catch him?     What could have been… Oh! The SD card! Had Henry lost that, it would    have cost him a week’s worth of pictures and work. He smiled and went to    him, nodding. 

    “Indeed it is! Thank you…so much!” The relief and joy couldn’t be missed   and had it been anyone who knew him, they would have been surprised that    he’s conveyed that much for a seemingly trivial gadget.      Henry pocked it after determining that it was not broken or dirty in any way.    “I would have had…a bad week if anything happened to this. Again, thank you.”   Grateful, he tried to think of anything that would please the other in return. “I’m…    afraid I have nothing to give you.”

                 ⊰ ‘♙’ ⊱ ╾ Seeing the other’s joyous smile brought out a grin of his own, so wide it revealed jagged tag and underdeveloped fangs just sharp enough to slightly dig into his lower lip. The slight twinge of pain drew a sharp gasp from him, and he raised a hand with a look of momentary confusion to wipe gingerly wipe away the bead of blood that welled up on the side of his lip before shrugging the small incident off. Wasn’t the first time, and certainly wouldn’t be the last time. Besides, smiling was worth it; why not be happy? 

            “That’s alright! I wasn’t expecting anything. I’m just glad you didn’t lose it for good,” he reassured, wide grin returning as a slight blush tinged over tawny cheeks. His bandaged arms raised and he waved his hands a bit in show of declining any other offers that might otherwise come up. He had never been the best at accepting gratitude; it left him feeling awkward and somehow as though he was undeserving, as if one mundane deed wasn’t worth the thanks. That wasn’t to say he appreciated the thought. 

          His expression became a bit distracted as his wide gaze roamed about their surroundings once more, his smile softening into a look of bewilderment. Though he’d been back in this area a few times before and could see the appeal should one want isolation, he couldn’t say he’d ever seen others meandering about for anything recreational, like photography. 

          “Huh... this place... is it good for pictures? I’ve never seen anyone else out here with a camera. It feels sort of... lonely.”

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