#signetied

[scarlet742]

I personally think that what caused Xaden to be turned in a venin is the power which he came across when he was absorbing sgaeyl’s signet in him.. that unnamed and so sudden of a new force of energy (magic) which he came across and the moment he tried to take it, the way sgaeyl screamed at him.. yeah that - cause I don’t find any other logical methods as to what caused him to turn in a venin.

[unwaivering-archived]

Nicholas was in his second year at Oxford. People did whisper about the noble blood being a bit loose with the guys. He partied just as hard at night as he did with the books during the day. Being in the music program, he tried not to take himself too seriously. Aiming only to get good grades and have a good time, he slipped into the English class ten minutes early. New semester, new faces. Grabbing an open chair near another, he smiled at them. "Good day."

@signetied

[egojock]

@signetied: ❛ if this shit is not fun for you, what is fun for you? ❜ ( accepting! )

nate gives farleigh a considering look, a contemplative expression on his face as his brows knit together. he'd kind of thrown him for a loop with that question, considering all the things that once brought nate joy once upon a time don't really do the trick anymore. being the star quarterback of east highland and crushing the opposition like bugs in the palm of his hand eventually felt like a cheap thrill, especially when more wicked games with higher stakes were being fought in his own home. "i dunno. the football and fitness is just to keep my nose clean, i blow off steam in all the other regular, teenage boy ways," he reasons, dark eyes honing in on farleigh's face with a wry little smirk. farleigh might be american originally, but he's glad to see that his foray across the pond with relatives hadn't made him lose his edge. nate can't really stand any of that counterfeit downton abbey shit, honestly. "i've gotta lot of vices, so that normally does the trick when it comes to blowing off steam. and then the typical california shit to balance it out, the green juice, the fuckin' avocado toast," nate explains, rolling his eyes. he leans against the hood of his car and lights up a cigarette, wrapping his lips around the filter as he watches farleigh's face. "what about you, huh? what's life like across the pond over at oxford? if i were you, i might've blown my brains out from boredom already," he taunts, inhaling as the cherry of his cigarette lights up as he regards farleigh with a watchful gaze.

[sheldoney]

signetied asked: “Sorry- I’m new around here. Still getting used to things..”

"Well... every Monday is Thai Food Night, Tuesdays are Burger Nights at The Cheesecake Factory, Wednesday is new comic book night and Halo Night. Thursday is Pizza night. I prefer Giacomo's. Saturday is laundry night and Sunday is usually reserved for Vintage video game night."

@signetied

[tartt9]

The other's vibes are confusing to Jamie; is he rich or not? He carries himself differently than anyone Jamie thinks he's ever met. He doesn't mean to stare, he's just observing. But best not to keep observing without saying anything. "What're you doin', then?" he asks, easing his way into a conversation as smoothly as can be, taking a few steps closer out of curiosity. Fuck, he's tall.

@signetied // sc !

[aftermoved]

— 「 RE: @signetied .

THE CIGARETTE IS LIGHT ON his fingertips, and yet the weight of tabacco and paper lays HEAVY in a way that does not quite make sense. It quivers in his hand, as though threatening to fall at any moment, yet the lighter is quick to keep the stick in place between full lips. Quirked, an amused expression on an angel-like face. This is a RARITY, one reveled in.

He stands tall which is also unusual, shoulders pulled taut against a soft dark shirt, fitted slacks, and loafers. Blonde hair trickles into deep set blues that appear far off, like he's missing something, just out of reach. A blink and the sad aura is gone, replaced instead with light like a sunrise.

��� You know, I don't think that goes there. ❞

[hiveruled]

@signetied asked: ❛  what do people around here do to have some fun ?  ❜

" If they wanna have some actual fun? They don't stay here for it. " Kai answers the other with a slow, CRAWLING smirk. The small town of Brookfield Heights had been his home since birth, there weren't that many local activities that he hasn't already done or just wasn't interested in at all to begin with. The monotony of the day to day life here, Kai could fully admit was tiring. A fact which made the newest uptick in murder and crime all the more SHOCKING for the residents. This was unlike anything they've experienced before and Kai saw the shift of fear and distrust in people and how it rippled throughout the community in the last month. The cult leader relished in every moment of it. " I love this town, don't get me wrong. But shit here is pretty much limited to retired assholes and the kids. Unless you are a mini golf or bingo night sort of guy. "

[scribedhorror]

@signetied || x

“Well, that answers all the questions I didn’t ask,” Bill commented as he watched his supervisor leave the office with half an hour still left in their time together leaving him with the underclassman standing in the doorway.

[bloodykneestm]

slim fingers with knobby knuckles dance effortlessly with the black and white keys, a soft but soaring sonata ringing throughout the room from the piano, perhaps, in a way less echoing on this movement than the one before he notices... the thought prompting him to look up, feeling a twist of anxiety and a sinking of dread, heat on his cheeks like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar as he sees the door open and the other guest of the house standing there. the music clumsily stumbles to a stop as river moves to shut the piano. "farleigh," he says, rising to his feet. "i hope i didn't wake you — i thought the house might be big enough..." ( to drown out the sound? to hide in at night without being found? ) he isn't sure what he wants to say, so he doesn't continue, letting the other fill in the blanks and tentatively adjusting his glasses.

@signetied liked this for a starter!

[kissmedcadly]

@signetied asked: " oh great. it's you again. "

anyone else, and she thinks the words would have had her bristling, had her on the defensive and lashing out and saying some things she wouldn't be proud of later. she hears enough at home, after all; may as well run her mouth when she can. it's safer to do so here than it is tucked away in the sprawling home she shares with her parents, the space she's looking to escape sooner rather than later.

farleigh, though — well, vic can't say he's harmless, necessarily, but he's certainly a shade of sharp that she recognizes, appreciates.

she rolls her eyes at him, leans back in her seat, and not for the first time, bites down on the urge to mimic his words. "you missed me and you know it," she says in response, sounding significantly more confident in that fact than she's ever been. "c'mon, sit down."

[devourcr]

@signetied asked: " your skin's always cold. "

he barely feeds in the entity's realm. he can hold his hands out over the fire, but its heat only ever feels artificial. he isn't sustained by warm blood, so when their hands accidentally brush, armand feels an edge of uncertainty — a self-conscious reminder that he's a monster among humans. a natural killer given the role of survivor.

your skin's always cold.

out of habit, he rubs his hands together, as if it might eat away at the chill to his skin. the fact that he's not alive ( are any of them? ), isn't something he necessarily has to hide. and while he doesn't do it actively, it doesn't change that telling other survivors that might have killed them in another life is a little awkward. to breeze past it, however, he breathes a quiet chuckle.

❝ maybe your skin's just warm. ❞

[felixferitas]

@signetied: " have you lost your mind? "

the harshness of the question has him nearly recoiling, all the good nature and humor felix typically carries himself with being exhaled with a tense breath. he scoffs. he loved farleigh like a brother, so it only stood to reason that they butt heads like brothers every now and then too. they've grown up together and because of this intimacy, this close proximity, farleigh knows exactly where to push like he's grinding his thumb on an already bruised piece of fruit. "shouldn't i be asking you that?" felix glowers, the tense set of his shoulders and hands gripping at his forearm signifying that felix was already on the defensive, not having high hopes for how this conversation would go. farleigh was honest with felix when nobody else had the balls to be, a risky position to take when sometimes it was easy to shoot the messenger. he appreciates farleigh's candor and loyalty, which is why it always rattles him when they argue like this. "you really don't hesitate to dig in to me whenever things don't go your way. paints such a flattering picture of what you really must think of me. you know, farleigh, you don't have to go for the low hanging fruit every fucking time."

[lickedtheplate]

" you help me, and i'll help you. " @signetied

The library at Oxford is a wealth of information, a treasure trove for anyone who has the slightest interest in literature or sharpening their minds. Books and printouts litter Oliver's table in a chaotic spread, but there's a method to his madness. As he's highlighting key information he wants to include in his essay, a distinct, towering shadow falls over his work. He doesn't even have to look up to know it's Farleigh. Irritation is obvious on Oliver's features the moment he lifts his head, and it only grows as he dismisses Farleigh's first askance without a second thought.

When Oliver doesn't bite, Farleigh tries an incentive: a favor. It must be dire circumstances for the other young man to keep pressing, to keep handing over small slivers of his pride for assistance. Oliver removes his glasses, setting them aside and surrendering his attention this time. "And what would I need your help with, Farleigh?" A bored yet expectant look is aimed up at the other.

[loveindomitable]

@signetied: liked.

It wasn’t just her brothers that went to fancy schools, in fact, Beatrice studied at Oxford before Henry did. Which, given she was older, made sense. But her family prioritized the boys, which was grossly old fashioned in her opinion. Bea had put her foot down when she decided she wanted to go to school, so now here she was, studying business and psychology. She was sat in the library, a place that wasn’t usually busy on the weekend despite what most thought. However, someone hovered nearby and she could sense them. Looking up, she registered a familiar face and smiled, saying, “Oh! Farleigh. I didn’t expect to see you here today. Decide to get some studying done too, eh?”

[doyl1st]

Random Lines of Dialogue // No Longer Accepting @signetied said: " we've reached the ten minute mark. "

There are a great many things that Isaac Doyle will proudly proclaim to hate, but waiting would be quite near the top of a ranked list. Coincidentally, it would be near the bottom of an alphabetized one, but that's neither here nor there. What is here and what is there are Isaac and his companion, only somewhat impatiently waiting for a rather important meeting.

Isaac raises his arm, pushing the impeccably tailored sleeve of his suit up just enough to take a not so subtle peak at the Rolex he's wearing.

"Yes, it's getting to be fucking ridiculous. I'm giving him five more minutes to show his stupid face, and if he's not here by then we're leaving. And I'm stealing something on the way out."

[scribedhorror]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍?

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒: being unable to stop smiling. laughter. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laughter lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping.

𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒: tearing up. self-hugging. one-arm cross. an aching chest. scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away. deep breaths. quivery smiles. crying. infantile sobbing. hands gripping each other or an object. covering mouth. puffy eyes. eyes appear red. voice breaking. a distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort. faking a smile. crumbling. shaking. whimpering. depression. abusing an unhealthy habit. withdrawing from others. big teary eyes. doing something even if it could hurt them.

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑: furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger.

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑: wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline. face draining of color. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot. making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.

𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: constantly yawning. blurring words together. dark circles or lines under eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying they’re tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a doorframe for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine.” shaking so bad they spill their drink. falling asleep in their clothes. laying their head on the table because they’re so tired. passing out.

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