storywrought
Do you believe in angels?
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"Fate is a fickle thing, but we are the architects of our destiny," - Bellman and Black, Diana Setterfield
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Stardew shenanigans :)
I wish I captured Claude's smile but!! next year will do >:)
#currently not romancing anyone yet/ I'm indecisive. but. may choose elliot >:)#c:claude monet#screenshots
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Sensing their unease, Asmodeus waved a hand, “Oh, don't be so worried. I'm just being contrary, that's all.” He wasn't the stranger to sudden shifts of moods. It had started roughly after he had fallen and had no plans to change now.
“Good, I was afraid I'd be bored.” He chuckled, drumming his fingers on the counter, humming lightly to himself. A grin. “Oh, you're a drinker, then?” Asmodeus asked with exaggerated offence, clutching at his chest. “Why, I almost thought you'd pulled a fast one on me! Now, what you prefer, whiskey, wine, scotch?”
It was no secret that he had a well-stocked display of alcohol, some dating back centuries. He'd be hard pressed not to, especially since it was humanity's finer sins.
“Hmm, I'm feeling like wine today. Goes well with the weather.”
Perhaps their wayward tendencies had a way of getting Atieno in a bit of trouble. They were certainly used to booking it out of places when it was clear that their presence wasn't remotely welcomed. So they were a little cautious upon seeing that sullen look.
"Guess there's not much of an occasion. I go where I am able to show up.. " They responded with a slight shrug before smiling slighting in return.
"Sure, sure. I can definitely sit for a while." Moving inside, they are able to settle in that much more.
"A long time? Well, glad I can break that streak for you I guess. Hm.. I wouldn't mind something stronger. " A playful raise of the eyebrows in response.
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@oddlies liked for a starter
"Must you forever be riding at my coattails?" Annelie sniffed, bringing the parasol closer to shield from the rays of sunlight that breached the clouds.
"There is an art to self-preservation, after all." Certainly, it couldn't be linked to the number of politicians who wound up dead, under unusual circumstances. She'd never lie about it. There was no shame in it, after all. One less corrupt man is a blessing these days.
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Like for a starter!
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cleared out askbox ;; didn't feel any muse w. them. sorry. DFSDSF//
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“I think I'm comin' down with something.”
“My skin burns like hell.”
#have freshly turned vamp! will who doesn't realise he is a vamp SFDDSFF#open;#c:will clarke#scopophobia tw
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THINGS MY FRIENDS' MUSES HAVE SAID
* assorted dialogue written by my talented mutuals, adjust as necessary
you are stronger than you think.
there's so much you don't know.
sorry to unload this on you. i just don't get to talk about this much.
i'm sorry for misleading you.
you ought to know that. someone ought to tell you.
you really don't tire of this, do you?
i'm running out of patience for this.
you don't owe me anything. i don't think any of us should owe each other anything.
it's... hard to explain, actually.
sorry for waking you.
the opportunity was just too good to pass up.
i know you're just being nice.
i'll take the blame for this.
you're unbearably ridiculous.
i'm leaving after i get my coat.
quit your grinning.
what if we stayed up later tonight?
i'm still figuring it out myself.
you know i'm just gonna keep asking.
i spilled coffee all over not one, but two shirts.
as treacherous as i thought it might be, this journey has been rather... well. interesting, to say the least.
where did you learn to dance?
why the sudden declaration? you're not leaving me, are you?
maybe we should head back to camp.
the stars looked too pretty last night. i couldn't sleep inside my tent.
i love you. i care about you... but you're scaring me.
i hope you don't think you're going to lure me into your bed after a few charming words.
aren't you supposed to offer your assistance with stuff like this?
maybe you could help me from time to time.
you're a heck of a lot cuter than me.
i'm open to suggestions.
what was that for?
you don't have to tell me, if you don't want to.
why the stubbornness?
there's nights i don't sleep easily.
i'll see you at sunrise.
guess it's a good thing you haven't heard.
been a while since i told anyone about that.
what a damn shame i didn't bring a rose.
you're gonna have to be more specific.
i do live to make your life absolutely awful.
wait for me. promise you will.
i'll keep it safe. i promise.
you don't need to say it.
i'm not a bloody mind reader.
haven't you heard?
i know better than to tell you to stay behind.
you can say no. i won't be mad.
you're even sweeter than i remember.
i would have been even happier if i saw you more often.
honestly, i want to get inside before i start to turn blue.
hope you like meatballs.
not being kind. just being honest.
i'm taking us somewhere sandy.
you'll have to hold onto me for a while.
i want to catch up on my reading.
i'm in trouble. it's really bad.
the guest bedroom is all yours.
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“You don't need to address me as 'Count' anymore.”
His thumb traced over her jawline and a kiss is pressed against the nape of her neck. “Vladimir, will do."
@storywrought gets a random one liner starter for count!
“i like this, being so close thee that is, my count. thy is most comfortable and tis pleasant to be able to get away from mine sisters for a while longer”
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Asmodeus drew back the curtain, a sharp rasp whined in his throat. He looked at them sullenly, yet he couldn't deny he was also curious. Most avoided this place.
A simple ward gave the illusion of it being rundown, dilapidated, with no apparent entrances.
But on the inside it was quite different, furnished with lavish windows that filtered in the natural light, thick carpets and roaring fireplace.
“No, it hasn't.” He agreed, pulling himself away from the window, studying them.
“I don't have to ask what the occasion is, do I? As you can seemingly appear from nowhere.” Despite the ribbing, he cannot help but smile. “Sit down for a while, enjoy it.” He added, moving into the kitchenette. “It's been a long time since I've had any company. Would you prefer coffee or something stronger?" A wink.
@storywrought - a wandering encounter
sometimes atieno's movements bring them among furtive gatherings and things that always felt on the edge of what could be appropriate. on the edge of what should be allowed. makes sense for someone emerging from the darkness to enjoy lingering among the outliers, the outskirts - so much that felt like it was on the precipice of falling apart.
it was yet another evening at one of these gatherings that they had been floating around, occasionally chatting with individuals. but there was someone standing closer to the windows - looking out at the view who had .. inadvertently caught their attention.
they could recognize a specific kind of energy when they picked up on it, and what.. this being had was hard to miss. it was with that in mind that they casually idled over - mulling a potential opening question for interaction.
"hasn't been too bad a time for you out here.. has it?" a check-in, a way to gauge other impressions on this whole affair in the first place.
"the view.. the things you can see from up here is still quite interesting." one look too far down, and the remnants the constant movements from the evening still going practically poured out into the streets below.
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Bridget's face broke into a grin as soon as the book was revealed. It was always nice to see other's grimoires and how their magic functioned. It didn't stop being magic even if you knew how it worked.
“Interesting. Sounds like it's pretty practical. Especially when it comes to the supernatural.” Oh, she had multiple experiences with ghouls, ghosts, and the whole works. Most of the time it was a minor annoyance, but occasionally it required more hardy things such as runes, salt, and a lot of Latin.
“For banishing, do you also use runes? What patron did you say you work under?"
“I never thought people could use magic for chores.” Bridget added, idly checking her phone.
“I prefer to do it without. If anything, I can always rely on my own hands.”
Zunemira looked over at the woman, then nodded like she understood. That sort of lined up with what she knew, though she decided not to ask what a truck was, exactly.
Better to let her think I'm from... Wherever this place is, I guess.
As if to answer, she reached for the small black book on her hip and flipped it open.
"A lot of my magic revolves around fire. That's fitting, given who my patron is. I can banish people, curse them, destroy their intellect, and kill with a simple word, among other things. Those are probably my scariest spells."
The book was closed with a satisfying snap, and returned to its pouch.
"I also know a couple of simple spells for mending and cleaning things. The latter does a few other things, but I mostly use it to clean my clothes. Comes in handy when I'm on the road for any length of time."
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//I have a feeling I might be missing some replies?? If I've missed your thread please let me know!
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it doesn't hurt… well. it hurts a little bit now. //for will!
“God, I can hardly leave you alone for five minutes. That's what you get for not listening to the coach, idiot.” Gabe's so damn reckless, but Will wouldn't change him for the world.
He may be a new transfer, but he was also the only one who didn't have some ulterior motive. He finally felt normal. Although being popular had its perks, secretly, he found it draining to live up to all of their expectations.
“You better take time out. I mean, it, Gabe.” Will added, nudging him lightly before giving into the suppressed laughter that bubbled in his throat.
“You ever hear of those footballers that get injured badly and never play again?”
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Our wills and fates do so contrary run, that our devices still are overthrown; our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
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Although he doesn't meet his sibling's eyes, his tone is enough to make Selaphiel wince. Had he not done his duty? Was this not enough? He wasn't sure, but made no move to voice these concerns.
"No." He agreed. It wasn't. "Better, I think." He added, watching Emmanuel with a slight curious expression.
"What good does it do to hold onto broken things?" And why do you cherish them, Selpahiel thought.
"Isn't there beauty in restoring things to their natural state?" An act of God?
emmanuel closes his eyes, feeling the cup through touch alone, travelling along the edge, feeling perfection where it had previously been chipped, scratched, worn. "satisfied?" the very word has his eyes widen. nothing whatsoever exists to satisfy him specifically. it is not his world to hold this way.
"i, um. i apologise, i didn't mean to sound so —" his throat feels dry, so he pauses, pulling the cup to his chest, as if trying to familiarise it once again. "i am grateful. it's just — not the same cup, anymore."
he frowns, obviously struggling against his feelings in order to appease his brother who did nothing more than fix what had been broken. what better could he have asked?
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Tension in building inside of his head, he can feel the headache coming a mile away. A sigh is forced from Arthur's lips as he reached for the goblet, hands trembling somewhat as he brought it to his lips.
"I'd be glad for your help." He said at least, peering up at her through thick lashes.
"Yeah, you're right. But, I'm afraid the border might already be filled with The Godmother's witches or other villians, Charming has already brought on." There was so much work to do, Arthur realised, it was almost suffocating.
"I can bring my men, but we will need magical assistance to combat the magical threats that may arise. We need to drive them out, whatever way possible."
"It is. At least, from what I can see." Hope says with a sigh. They want to help with the problem if they can. But first they need to know more. They listen to his words, nodding along. "I think that's a good idea. Get the lay of the land, so to speak. Get to know everything that's going on." A pause, a small smile. "Is there any way I can help?" They're stronger than they look.
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“It is.”
Selaphiel's voice is soft, quiet, a bare whisper. Although his eyes do not meet Emanuel's, he can't stand to see his own reflection projected onto them or what emotion may lie inside the other angel's eyes.
“What is broken is made anew. Glory be.” He will not understand the concept of something so final if pressed. It is something to be swept under the rug.
“Are you not satisfied?”
relentless kindness. inexorable mercy. he looks away almost instinctively when something so minor gets touched by a power so great. he takes over the cup and rotates it in his palm, puzzled now. "thank you. this — wasn't necessary." there is something to be treasured about sorrow, something to be adored about the finality of things. he doesn't wish to seem ungrateful, but he suddenly very much doesn't know what to do with himself.
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