started with the SPARK NOW WE'RE ON Fire ! multi muse. GMT. nsfw. by eb.
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Oooooo. That Looks Painful. - Aoi :)
“Oooooo. That looks painful.” - aoi :)
❛ i am unsure how something can look painful, when pain is meant to be something that we feel. ❜
yon wore a subtle sheet of amusement upon darkened optics & this only increased as she met the opposites gaze. merely inches from aoi’s face, her words earn a low grumble from the dames as an innocent facade dances over dial, a manufactured pout taking center stage. although her vessel was deemed empty, the remains that rested inside yon we’re alive & kicking. that wasn’t her. the human disposition that was forced so willingly upon her had taken over her initial outlook, switching her morals, whether this was a subconscious thing anymore, it was hard to tell.
the shit eating grin that the opposing female wore, yonnie wasn’t at all able to comprehend the emotions or motive behind it, something she was by this point a master at doing. as crimson trickles down her right side, there’s not a single falter in her hardened expression - built through years of torment & sorrow, at least to you and i. to yonnie, her life wasn’t even considered her own so why stress or feel ANYTHING in those regards. sometimes, she wanted to feel it, she wanted to experience something genuine & conscious ... just once. but life is cruel, it’s a dark and horrible place for a being with no means of belonging there. built solely on the foundation of another, why allow herself to feel the pain of a sharp sting caused by one with real emotions ? that just wasn’t deserved. on either end of things.
digits dance up toward the growing wound on her arm, strands of jet black flow as the wind whistles through them, introducing the two to an almost unsettling sound of silence. you’d expect cries, plee’s, just a response. but plump tiers remain together, her piercing gaze remaining on the female as cerebrum further induces itself to the torment of figuring out what & who aoi was. what she was made of, why her aura reeked a stench that drove yon to even question her sense of being in the first place. a creature of want, the dames desires those around her - inviting them to her dance of death. however, it seems right now, this statement has been flipped on its head, leaving her in an unfamiliar & confusing position.
the only time yon felt truly human was with her other half. his cold, worrisome, frantic personality left a negative mark on her and she loved it. she loved feeling these things. the pain, the heartbreak, the disappointment. being an illusion of our reality, this moulding that came from hurt was nothing but a bliss to yonnie. nobody has made her feel anything like that until now, her demeanour, the glass stained in dame’s crimson that lay broken at her feet, the threatening tranquility... it was familiar to her in the best of ways. her expression remained the same, still. unforgiving. after all, pain IS meant to be something we feel, not see.
❛ will you do it again ? ❜
ask starter things ! send me one mother fooker
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“Don’t tilt your head back, you’ll make your nosebleed worse!” - from anzu ;)
fuckin' scraping with the lads again colt ? a CRINGE shot through his system as those words nudged themselves into his brain, he could almost hear his dad's voice --- that patronising tone he would spit whenever the blame threatened to shift into his court. teeth gnaw upon plump tiers, his knee restlessly bouncing in place, displaying his agitation & discomfort, regardless how hard he tried to mask it behind his careless facade, ❛ oh yeah ? bet you just wanna check me out from that angle. i know i look proper fit right now, right ? ❜
tongue rests between fangs as colt stares down over his nose at anzu, who he had just previously "rescued" from a fairly rowdy individual around his age ... pretty similar. oh well, at least colt is the lesser of two evils, ❛ might of got my face knocked in, but it's better than yours. beautiful face like that ?? nah. imagine that going to waste. ❜
orbitcd:
‘ oh !! ’ he exclaimed. bright aquamarine pools stared at his visitor, ornate staff held tightly in his left hand from being startled. pushing back his heavy curls behind elvin ears, the small demon squatted down in greeting. ‘ it’s not often people tend to wander in my territory. what made you curious enough to come here? ’
❛ territory ? i dunno about all that though ... ❜ colt cocks a brow, confusion apparent on features - it lasts for just a split second before it fades back into that playful expression he wore so casually. optics dart up & down the opposite as he sizes up exactly who or what he was dealing. though, colt had never really dealt with a ... “what” before. except for a spooky encounter with a demon that turned out to be a mouse. anyways ... he continues. ❛ nah, don’t worry. it wasn’t intentional mate ... you wanna tell me what exactly is going on though. pretty ass place, much prettier than most places around these parts anyways ... not too bad yourself either. ha. ❜
acsend:
𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 @lofikids ,
“ don’t tilt your head back ! ” he’s quick to pull out tissues from his backpack and hand it to them. “ it’ll make the nosebleed worse. does this just happen to you ? ”
❛ .......... ❜ RADIO SILENCE. mika begins to finally process the situation at hand, this evident through the growing horror on her expression. her widening eyes are accompanied by a monotone screech ( ? ) type sound, which is sure to disturb any other person in the nearby vicinity. ignoring his question, mike simply reaches for the tissue, obvious panic in her voice as she whines, ❛ AM I GOING TO DIE ?!? ❜
