#untrained and uninitiated. (rp threads)

[dont-trust-the-seer]

"But I feel like I can trust you. I sense that you have a... far greater part to play in all this. Will you help me find answers?

Perfect. Come with me."

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tell me what happened. (answered asks)

do you not see the lightning? (lore)

forces far beyond our control... (ooc post)

the arcane arts. (ask memes)

untrained and uninitiated. (rp threads)

commune with the dead. (reblogged)

[dont-trust-the-seer]

Good god, it’s suffocating in here. The evening of his first film premiere, a murder mystery with him as the dashing detective. Marc’s been guided by his new manager into all these public events, signing to every appearance handed to him. It’s the first night this week he’s gotten to see Oliver, sharing a desperate kiss in the dressing room before being dragged into the party. Guided away from his loved by the manager, glancing back at him before he’s forced into socializing.

“Now listen Marc, you’ve gotta get yourself a broad. They’re gonna start talking about you, there’s already been rumours about you and your lack of service in the war.”

Nodding along, he finds himself drifting over to the bar once his manager stops reeling off the physical qualities of the women near him. God…this felt like a mistake. A deal with the devil.

@snakedifferentskin

This is a truly exhausting scene, and she can only applaud her brother for having the will to endure it nearly every evening.

If Celine felt she had more of a choice in the matter, she would have respectfully declined Damien’s offer to his friend’s celebratory party, but his concern regarding how the public perceive her only grows over time. When in comparison to the soft lavender-dressed women who were eager to fit in with society, it seemed as if she was doing everything in her power to avoid being associated with it.

She promised to indulge him this one favor, but she made it clear she didn’t want to hear any more of it following this rousing night.

She wasn’t blind. She knew how much of a sore thumb she seemed when in comparison to him, and although she couldn’t care less what others think of her, she also wouldn’t purposefully do anything to harm her brother’s image. Especially when considering the carnivorous world of politics he’s chosen to enter.

Pushing through the spirited men who she’s fairly sure mutter to each other about her choice of attire, Celine allows the breath she’s been holding to leave her the moment she arrives, asking for a water and taking in her surroundings.

The man next to her looks miserable. At least she wasn’t alone.

[dont-trust-the-seer]

Celine is too adamant on keeping conversation with others short or, preferably, non-existent, to take a second glance at the man who speaks to her and who cursed under his breath with such disappointment. She pities him for a moment, since she assumes he's simply a tipsy guest who's just as uninterested in being here as her, but that feeling soon dissipates as she's squinted at expectantly.

"You may know my brother." She attempts to reply courtly, thanking the bartender when her water is handed to her and gesturing out towards the sea of people, specifically where Damien converses with a tall fellow, one who rings bells of familiarity, but she's not sure why nor how she may know him.

There's something attached to him. Something which makes her squint for no longer than a second and mildly uncomfortable the longer she looks... but she does nothing. It's not as if anyone believes her senses.

Good god, it’s suffocating in here. The evening of his first film premiere, a murder mystery with him as the dashing detective. Marc’s been guided by his new manager into all these public events, signing to every appearance handed to him. It’s the first night this week he’s gotten to see Oliver, sharing a desperate kiss in the dressing room before being dragged into the party. Guided away from his loved by the manager, glancing back at him before he’s forced into socializing.

“Now listen Marc, you’ve gotta get yourself a broad. They’re gonna start talking about you, there’s already been rumours about you and your lack of service in the war.”

Nodding along, he finds himself drifting over to the bar once his manager stops reeling off the physical qualities of the women near him. God…this felt like a mistake. A deal with the devil.

@snakedifferentskin

This is a truly exhausting scene, and she can only applaud her brother for having the will to endure it nearly every evening.

If Celine felt she had more of a choice in the matter, she would have respectfully declined Damien’s offer to his friend’s celebratory party, but his concern regarding how the public perceive her only grows over time. When in comparison to the soft lavender-dressed women who were eager to fit in with society, it seemed as if she was doing everything in her power to avoid being associated with it.

She promised to indulge him this one favor, but she made it clear she didn’t want to hear any more of it following this rousing night.

She wasn’t blind. She knew how much of a sore thumb she seemed when in comparison to him, and although she couldn’t care less what others think of her, she also wouldn’t purposefully do anything to harm her brother��s image. Especially when considering the carnivorous world of politics he’s chosen to enter.

Pushing through the spirited men who she’s fairly sure mutter to each other about her choice of attire, Celine allows the breath she’s been holding to leave her the moment she arrives, asking for a water and taking in her surroundings.

The man next to her looks miserable. At least she wasn’t alone.