#fracturedresilience

[thechozone-blog]

@fracturedresilience

She just stands up and pours beer all over Jack’s head. His drunk rambling was pissing her off and she just wanted to get drunk in peace so how dare he.

[sundeadknight]

➳♥ ;*

19. Stomach

Jack was softer than he looked.

Not that that thought was exactly appropriate at the moment-- what with the fact that Solaire was busying his hands with stitching up a gash in the man’s side. A shallow thing, really, but the knight had insisted it be sown shut lest it was torn open further yet.

“... That should do well enough.” He murmured, half to himself, as he tied off the fine thread. The urge that came over him was strange, to say the least, and still. Still. He indulged in it, leaning over just enough to press his lips against a spot just above the wound, a stray scar from something-or-another.

... With how red his face went, one might’ve thought Solaire was the one to have just been kissed. “Ah- I. I’m sorry, that was far too bold--” The words came out muffled, his mouth half-covered by his hand. “Please, forget that happened.”

[fourthshot]

(´；Д；｀)

What worries the character

The rejection of his art. The possibility that he may someday be deemed unnecessary by his employers, and that they will simply confine him to that damn temple again; doomed to don a mask of subservience and gentleness for the rest of his life.

He worries, occasionally, when his inspiration ebbs and his thoughts turn to unimaginative clumps of gray that he’ll never regain his muse; that his art has finally come to an end. Of course, he’ll always find a new source of it. Somewhere. Somehow.

[infobrokerofmumbad-blog]

Bull! (idk if it sent the first time)

“I know what you’re thinking. A spy? To MARS? Nero Severn you must be an absolute lunatic to think I will believe that cock and bull story! But hear me out.

There are four mega-corporations that basically rule my world. Haas-Bioroid, Jinteki, NBN, and Weyland. On this particular jaunt I was approached by a plainsclothes Weyland representative who was far too easily identified as one Elizabeth Mills. This was odd, considering she never makes an appearance across the pond, but her intent was clear.

“We need information from you.” To which I replied, of course I have information, but of what kind?

“We need information about Mars.” Now, our Mars is not your barren desolate Mars. Humans were able to lay claim to that planet, at the cost of requiring heavy genetic modification to survive there. But for the longest time those residents of the planet have been

I needed to find a way to obtain information, and so I did the only sensible thing: I sent a few associates up there to find out how the Mars folk were doing. And my oh my, were they up to some nasty things... four crore worth of nasty things, as it turned out, and promises of future contracts to come. Still waiting on those, come to think of it...”

[infobrokerofmumbad-blog]

(*^◇^)_旦 = what the character likes to eat and drink ｡ﾟ(tヮt)ﾟ｡ = what makes the character laugh

1) He likes fine cuisine as much as the next pretentious and allegedly cultured person, but really, when Nero wants to get something good and quick he goes for good, solid curry. As to spice level? As spicy as he can get his hands on, of course.

2) Not much, to be honest. He hasn’t laughed since... probably childhood. Smirked and smiled, yes. Outright laughter? Not at all.

[sundeadknight]

sparkles and dust;

@fracturedresilience

“Pardon me, ser-- how in the world did you do that?” Solaire’s voice is as awfully chipper as always, calm and yet with an easy happiness radiating from every word he spoke. The ser in question was a somewhat peculiarly dressed fellow-- to the knight, at least-- whose hands seemed to light up and positively glow with some form of strange power.

The knight himself had seen no trace of his own miracles remaining, hard as he prayed to call upon the spears, they simply would not appear. As if his faith had wavered! Preposterous, frankly. “I had believed all sorceries and miracles to fizzle to naught more but sparkles and dust!”