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How I expect Road comes BARRELLING AT HER BESTIE!!!

@illuxions​ { Saleos > Road }

      Crimson orbs focus on the macabre mess laid out before her, CLAWS fingers stained red and a look of dullness brought about by boredom written across PRETTY face. A thumb is dragged along lower lip, smearing dark blood along bright pink of her flesh.

      “If you aren’t going to JOIN me, then at least speak up and stop staring.”

@illuxions​ 💭 - for tyki and/or miranda?

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Why was she asking? Some twisted demand personified by her given title. She shouldn’t answer ---- all senses were telling her to ignore the other. Even if she had fallen into her clutches...(again) she was stronger than before...Ah-- her mouth had begun to move shaky at first but falling into her demand.

“It’s always our first meeting. The start of a nightmare.” She uttered with a light trace of defiance. Because it was in all senses not a dream but a torment long and draining. In the end the Noah had gifted her scars that ran along her hands, an imperfection, ragged and painful. If she had anymore courage she would have thanked Road for it, with a full trace of sarcasm, but she was neither.

“It always starts with your voice echoing…. So, your clock in the innocence. Then the tearing of flesh as you dip your fingers into my b-blood.” And on her wall she wrote…Fuck you exorcists, a herald for Lenalee and Allen to find.

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      Slender fingers ghost over dying petals of a magnolia, scattered petals strewn about around his seated figure in the field as golden irises linger on his beloved Road. Snowy lashes kiss his pale skin as lids flutter with a sudden joyous bounce from her, tiny frame trotting over to place a ring of flowers sewn together atop his head.

      “Mhm—”

      Irises like unfiltered sunlight gaze up at her as he plucks the nearest flower that isn’t falling apart, lifting his arm to place it among violet locks wordlessly. Even as a large smile spreads across her lips, he responds only with a slightly twitch of his own. Head cants to the side as fingers ghost along the umber skin of her arm, a slight reverie as to his remembrance of his old Noah form.

      “Do you miss Allen?”

@illuxions said;  ((Illuxions- starting it off with an ask meme? You know it.)) “You’ve got a little blood right there.”

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      Gray hues are dark with irritation as he casts aside a limp body-- unknowing, and uncaring, if his victim had succumbed to a state of temporary or permanent sleep. ( It was the human’s fault for trying to stick his nose in a place it didn’t belong, after all. ) He can feel the presence of another Noah nearby, and his ears are quick to pick up the melodic voice of the one he held so dearly in the past. ( And even now. )

      “Do I?” 

      He is not at all surprised at her appearance, and does not appear wary as his lips tug into a smile-- though there are hints of cruelty there. “Can you get it for me?” It probably wasn’t his. He hadn’t fully awakened as the the fourteenth yet, but he had a level of confidence in his abilities even now. ( Especially against a human man. )

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“Look, I don’t know what kind of game you’re lookin’ to play but I’m not fuckin’ interested. Go bother someone who cares.”

⊛ @illuxions rang the bell⊛

Daisya sighed as he kicked a small rock down the quiet street. It was just one of those towns where everything closed early, it seemed. Not that it really mattered. There would be less people to see him walking with the friend who he’d been following around town.

“Y’know, as much as I’m not on board with the end of humanity,  being a human and all, the Order really sucks. Like damn. The branch leader does his best, but all the awful’s at the top.”

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                                       ❛❛ Oh, hey. I had a night, I had a day. I did one million stupid things. I said one billion foolish things. I'm not okay. I got a baseball bat beside my bed, The fight I fought inside my head, The fight I fought behind my meds. I'm lonely, lost in pain. ❜❜

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Mugen had become quickly acclimated to the strange looks she received from those around her. Compared to others she knew, the looks were quite same. Simply curiosity. But something was different this time. Someone’s eyes were sending a chill up her spine.

She ducked into an alley, hand on her sword and panic in her chest. She has never fought alone.

“Show yourself.”

❖┋( @illuxions )┋ ————————————  ( Night ？？ )．

    “ I’m sorry, did I hear that right? ”

Child form draped in thick fur, chilled winds whisked against her hair as the brush of a painter. Visage of someone unassuming, perhaps innocent. Eyes that told a different story. Gleaming with distrust, veiled amusement that promised nothing close to mercy. Smirk towards the soldier. A hypocrite in the purest sense.

    “ I’d say you were making a joke if I thought     you were smart enough to make one. ”

After all, exorcists survived off their judgement. Caution, fear, loathing. Seen over and over again in the toys she breaks. Souls rendered to pieces. Cocking her head to the side in quizzical motion, letting one eyebrow raise as she spoke. Tone calm, cold as the deepest ocean.

   “ Or do you mean to threaten me? Warn me     that there’s more beneath your surface? ”

Was he aware of how much of him she KNEW?

❛❛ How ignorant you assume I am?❜❜     A single eyebrow rises in immediate response, a hoarse and perfectly firm voice from someone who appears to be holding a loose laugh indicates a young man at least quite comfortable with what came out of his own mouth. It is not as if he could also speak to some property about these small subjectivities. A creature created along the lines of indifference and brutality would certainly have no scope to talk about them. Fiery phoenix gaze slowly ascended towards the Doll, thick ebony lashes slightly quirked framing those penetrating indigo irises.

Dark-haired already seemed to have swallowed his own fury dry; like charcoal burning in the throat, inch by inch, as it descends, though there is no sign of it in those solid features like the columns of an ancient temple; something that does not collapse even with the fall of a powerful bomb ( such as, perhaps, the destructive antics of the one who is now standing not too far from him );   ❛❛I think you did hear me ---------  ❜❜    He finally concluded a reformulated thought as the posture stiffened, as if his guard up was kept up at each response displayed by the other in spite of the lack of any abrupt reaction on his body.     ❛❛I’m not one to simply threat.❜❜

                   “   HOMEWORK AGAIN ?   ”     he huffs,  resting his chin on his propped up hand.  how bothersome ---  wasn’t she supposed to do this herself so she could learn ?  well,  it wasn’t like she didn’t know already,  and besides --  what did tyki know of public education ?     “  you had homework last week too. ”

/   @illuxions​  LIKED FOR A STARTER.

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“Miss if you’re looking to speak with God I’m afraid he will not answer you here,” She speaks as she continues to care for the abandoned church. It was old and run down, and had recently been abandoned for the construction of a new and grand cathedral that had been built in the center of town. 

“Only the ghosts and I come here to pray and God does not feel inclined to listen to the dead and sinners.” Her voice was sweet and gentle despite giving herself a harsh title. 

“I’m sorry that you came all the way for nothing.... Oh! I have some sweets if you would like them.”

@illuxions said; (( illuxions - for Shasta )) “  Everybody knows that i’m a mess.  ”

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      Icy hues flick towards her for a brief moment, a dull interest lingering within them at her words. It takes him a moment of quiet deliberation before he opens his mouth to speak, eyes returning to his craft as nimble fingers work.

      “Everyone’s a mess on some level. Does it even matter?”

      Lord knows he was his own, huge, mess.

@illuxions​ tapped the heart!

     panic prods the old dragon’s heart as his eyes skim the crowd of people for a mop of white hair to no avail. " mizu! ” people give him odd looks, which might be due to his careless weaving around them. he bumps shoulders with quite a few civilians but pays them no mind while he turns this way and that. 

     where is she?

     it’s only when yu nearly barrels into a kid that yu pauses. " excuse me, ” he breathes, deciding that he might as well ask the young girl if she’s seen mizu. “ sorry about that, but, ah, have you seen a girl with white hair? big curious eyes? the kind of face that says, ‘  yes, i’m naive as i look/ ‘”

@illuxions​ liked for some dullahan Celty

       Endless expanse is laid out before her, the quiet sound of Shooter’s hooves the only thing sounding in her ears apart from the mournful whispers on the wind. Teal-grey’s blink into existence, stormy hue gleaming under the faint light of the full moon as light brown locks sway. Ancient greenery wafts its musty scent— a ghostly neigh sounding in the air as pale fingers shift the head laying in her lap.

       Felt in her core were watching eyes, not yet seen, but ever present to a being who preferred solace an discrepancy.

      why was he here again ?   had he been roped into becoming a baby sitter for this child,  or something ?  where others would marvel at the size of her house and room,  the luxury hardly phased shota :  he was used to similar standards,  after all.  the doll collection she kept,  though . .  he looks at the toys with mild disgust,  eyes still upon them as words leave his mouth.   “  are they meant to look creepy,  or is it just because they’re dolls ?  ”

@illuxions​  didn’t like for a starter but is getting one anyway.