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nazorneku · 10 months

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WHICH TRAGIC DEATH WILL YOU SUFFER?

the forgotten you die alone. maybe they find you right away, maybe it takes weeks. it doesn't matter because no one will remember a few years down the road. if people come to your funeral, it is not a memory they engrave into their mind. you leave no mark in the world, no legacy at all. your grave grows moss and collects dust, cracking under nothingness. soon, someone will think of you for the last time.

the betrayal you die at the hands of the person you love most. maybe there are tears in their eyes as they drive the sword into your chest, maybe there is none. there are certainly tears in yours. your mouth will open to ask 'why' only to spit blood instead. you will die never knowing if they loved you at all, wondering if you could've done something to prevent this, or if it was always going to end this way.

the unfinished you die, hand outstretched towards the sky, as if to say 'I'm not done yet.' there are so many things you still have to do, so many goals you still have to reach. you've spent your entire life working towards them, and doing nothing else, only to die before knowing what accomplishment feels like. they'll say your death was a pity, that you had such a bright future ahead of you. it is one you'll never get to see.

tagged by: @zankokukami tagging: @scarletrotted , @eifri , @calamitus (lil Geppie), @oniriqe (Welt, and blond bastard too i suppose smh), @imarahuyo , @furorae (Beiluo), @songcursed , @crownedveil (gremlin catte), @endweapon , @shadowborders (Reeve or any of your choice), @zajevre , @box-of-characters (gimme feesh)

#Ⓐ : introspection ( void archives )#Ⓐ : introspection ( ais )#Ⓕ : introspection ( mr fox )#[ deepbreaths.gif ]#[ im totally okay and not emotional ]

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nazorneku · 1 year

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DEMON ( @sortilegii ) INQUIRED OF MR. FOX: ❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse

Another routine patrol mission in order to survey and secure various regions of already contaminated regions, which scarcely would be appropriate for a repopulation even after a decade, especially taking into consideration significant lack of enthusiasm from government to aid with restoration efforts. The crimson gaze retained its focus on the broad back of the shield-bearer, walking in front and incessantly complaining 'bout the corruption within the high ranks. Oft he would entertain the other with a conversation and nudge waves of negativity to surface with own cynical remarks; nevertheless at that time he found self exceedingly exhausted for any pointless prattle, when their views collided regardless of the topic. Too much honor and indomitable convictions, as was judged by the bespectacled man.

To cover more ground the original team was split in 3 groups, subjecting him to the company of the least desirable person amongst them; albeit engulfed into an aura of mischief and trouble akin to a thick shroud, Mr. Fox possessed a rather mercurial temperament and frequently his not so subtle with barbs communication with Demon transformed into fits of violence from the latter. The second team contained Endura type Sinner Levy and Reticle type Sinner Mya, who undoubtedly were swift to act recklessly and encountered complications as they failed to send a message of confirmation at the appointed time. The Chief opted to be accompanied by potentially the most rational Umbra type Sinner Iron and Catalyst type Sinner Ariel. Newly his glance dropped at the communication device held in hands, devoid of notifications or messages, a sigh found its way out of his mouth, as he proceeded to stride after the taller man in the direction of the second team; to no avail was to argue with him 'bout them being capable to manage on their own, the protector yearned to perform his duty even if it meant the shield would crumble under an onslaught.

Abruptly the other man's steps came to a halt, a hand was raised with a gesture to silence him mid-talking anew, an infuriating habit of his to unceasingly attempt to seize command within their group in the absence of the MBCC Chief. Mayhap the experience of military service mislead Demon into thinking of gained advantage over him, an utterly flawed judgement, as a habitually composed image of his eventually fractured with something savage seeping through the cracks. Throbbing pain assaulted his temples, vision blurred and darkened, the mania levels rapidly increased when the words of ultimatum jumped off the tip of his tongue. "Do as I say." For an instant the golden scales of judgement manifested atop his lean figure, own innate ability claimed a hold of the person in front. "Kneel." As if a sentence, a final condemnation, the next word escaped his mouth and the bulky figure of the other submitted to it, with a thud dropping onto the knees.

Along to apparent dependence on his mental energy, various people possessed diverse levels of aptitude to resist, which taxed immeasurably; yet it could no longer be contained. With unhurried steps he approached from behind and leaned down to whisper into Demon's ear. "Never try to deprive me of my words." Bereft of common ease, his voice scorched, and something primal assumed its vacant spot. However it did not prolong, as the man could sense a perceptible tug on the other end of the shackles, stepping away and relinquishing the thrall. Doubtlessly the Chief detected the uncontrollable spike, the composure was regained momentarily, still the festering wound remained unattended.

&. loud and deafening silence prompts

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nazorneku · 11 months

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WREN ( @songcursed ) & AIS

That day slowly verged to its actual end, and dark colors were spread all over the sky, whilst flamboyant dance of last rays of sunshine remained on the thin line of horizon, that occurred as vivid flames behind distant buildings. Each passing hour was wasted with purposeless idleness as the demon roamed around the city, deliberately delaying a scheduled visit to the Wet Wick. Nevertheless, eventually he found self in front of the bar and slipped inside, yet contrary to developed habit he neglected walking towards the bar and climbed the stairs leading to occupied rooms; the most remote was his destination and with a few knocks he announced own arrival. The waiting for an opened door did not prolong and the air of mischievousness dispersed once the sharp glance of crimson optics locked onto the aquamarine ones, as whist was their greeting; mayhap uncommon tiredness served as a catalyst for him to neglect habitual antics and approach more closely. Ringed fingers picked up dark strands and moved behind their ear, previously heavy stare transformed into a softer one, shifting regard down at the other, admiring their slightly bothered in its expression yet charming features. The need poured over him from the proximity of their bodies, from moonlight playing on those brown locks, from a few nights they shared and from that unabashed shitty attitude he was granted every encounter. The novelty of new sensations surged so abruptly, that now he had complications to suppress those, accepting the only possibility to comprehend the whole depth of all alterations and digest.

Overflow of feelings he sought to choke repeatedly prompted him to further course of action at that time by placing own hands on theirs above elbows to not disturb the bandages and to keep Wren away from fleeing, at least for that very moment, for those first steps he attempted. Leaning dangerously close, in the dark of night and in the folds of the gown lips found the scarred skin of the neck and brushed against its surface gently, planting the utmost tender kisses, proceeding like a snail crawling from one delicate area of the body to another, from ear to curve of the shoulder, which has long been parted with the cloth. "Not running away yet?" Accompanied by a playful smile, a whisper escaped his parted lips, a soft murmur as if he expected the other to rebel against the demands, to refuse to fulfill his desire. Wren faltered and hid their bright eyes flickering with incomprehensible emotion behind regrown bangs, tilting the head forward. Delight in a curt chuckle of his resounded in their head full of perplexity, the prospect of dangling on the precipice posed by their curse was seductively tempting.

Anew he stood straight, pinning a vivid gaze down at the other, permitting self a few seconds of a delay to observe more of their reactions and consider the next line of speech. "I will help you. You can't always keep running away." The demon uttered with previously serene tone, yet one could not claim to whom the last sentence was referred to: them or himself. With those words he released them from the tight grip, yet covering with a palm a part of their face caressed by the moon, he felt engrossed, another moment was granted to hesitation, prior to a few gentle and brief touches against their parted lips that were left by his, each time slightly leaning back to look into their eyes. Several times Ais brushed against that spewing insults mouth now completely silent, barely touching; those lips fluttered against their will, responding to his touch. Eventually he pressed their lips firmly together with a little strength and then dramatically retreated. And once more. Fast-paced movements of a small snake, as his tongue trailed a wet path, preparing for what would happen next, making them accustomed to the existence of his touch, his lips, his tongue. Gently covering their lips, slipping away every time and then pressing back again, forcefully and firmly. It was just a prelude.

A moment of standstill... and then... slender fingers got a firm hold on their chin, fixating the required position, lips newly were pressed against each other and their mouth instinctively tightened under the impact; but there was no equality in their forces, and his tongue boldly broke through the first line of defense, pushing rebellious mouth to open. Wren shuddered all over, resting their palms on his chest, intending to escape, but the free hand enclasped their slim waist, retaining them standing close. There was no evident intent to harm them, nevertheless he insisted on opening the mouth and sliding in between already weakened clenched teeth. Their tongue, sharp and poisonous, had surrendered at discretion, now obedient and subjugated, meekly responded to his caresses, realizing the beauty of its task, it sought another meeting, awkwardly, clumsily trying to reward the man for their enjoyment. And unbeknownst sensation, drove to his throat, was mixed with a sense of pleasure and fear, as he wished for that feeling to last, for it be genuine and reciprocated. When he finally released the confused little bird, they still clung to him, afraid to stir, breathing hard; new emotions crowded, absorbed, poured hot waves onto the face and bliss filled every cell of their bodies.

FIVE KISSES 1/5

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nazorneku · 11 months

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LEVY ( @oniriqe ) & MR. FOX

An ordinary day of a successful lawyer included not only meetings with a variety of important individuals to expand own connections, but also management of all currently under investigation cases, thus he appeared at the studio where supposedly was located his current client and the source of the major paperwork. Such visits imposed a specific way of conduct and atmosphere around the man instantly transformed, obtaining a shade of evident tension saturated with scarcely disguised discontent. Even if with a slight nod he greeted concerned gazes and amicable smile nudged to not pay attention to his attendance, there was no doubt that the Eastside's famous "money" attorney aimed for more than friendly meeting within those walls. There was no apparent reason for his direct supervision of the client, aside from the well-known penchant for causing property damage and provocative conduct, mayhap it was a simple want for indulgence, taking into consideration the very date of that day and its connection to the man adorned in furs, slouching on one of the sofas, still oblivious to his presence.

Motioning a bit away from the scene, yet retaining Levy in the field of his vision, he took a seat in a distant and darker corner, directing full attention at the man, analyzing each and every motion, capturing all uttered words. A habit. Verification of one’s accountability required the utmost scrupulous work, along with incessant observation and deduction. There was a plethora of arguments between the two regarding inappropriate way of behaving whilst under investigation, altering seemingly friendly conversations into another verbal squabble those men were accustomed to having. Once the scoundrel detected his presence, a white blot against the darkness of the room, the expression of his almost instantaneously shifted and was replaced by ostentatious delight due to Mr. Fox' presence as he walked in broad strides towards the sitting man. The gloved hand was lifted to perform a beckoning gesture with a long finger, and upon the other leaning in that very finger yanked him by the collar unceremoniously. "My office. After hours. No delays." Akin to an inviolable order the words escaped the lawyer's lips, evident was the hint that any deviation was impermissible. Spoken thus he hurried to depart, completely depriving another man from objecting or negotiating.

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Devoid of any particular emotion facade adapted its expression, lips stretched, transforming the thin line into a curve of equivocal nature, compelling him to assume the characteristic image he presented to the majority of the people, when darkness swallowed the streets of DisCity and familiar steps resounded along the hall from behind the door of his office. In a relaxed sitting posture with crossed legs and hand draped over the cushion back of the sofa, he awaited the other's arrival; an impressive, in both amount and thickness, quantity of cases covered the coffee table in front of him, all connected by the main suspect, who at that time willingly presented self for the judgement. With a curt nod, he pointed at the towering papers, which begat a whistle saturated with pretentious amazement, accompanied by a nonchalant shrug as if denying any personal involvement with those unfortunate happenstances.

He permitted self a moment of a delay prior to standing up and walking in a direction of the 'businessman', who tensed momentarily due to realization of his erroneous assumption that entertainment awaited him. A vaguely threatening smile still graced the lawyer's features, and if it was to depict an animal with his expression, a fox would be the one to completely represent him; halting own steps in a mere meter away from the other male, carmine optics with unfeigned curiosity regarded the one who dared to incite dangerous sensations that remained slumbering within. "So— how 'bout we postpone the end date of our contract?" A regret would eventually find the culprit, as a hushed tone uttered, almost in a whisper those words were delivered, what beyond doubt along with a complacent smile would unnerve or excite the other male, depending on his current inclination for trouble. Such a direct, yet at the same time obscure, statement would send alarming signals. A slender gloved hand reached Levy's chin, fingers claimed a firm grip and fixated his head in a needed position, forcing him to look at the man in charge; the thumb brushed against those lips that slipped some delightful sounds before. Almost without blinking, he stared intently, awaiting, observing, calculating, considering—

Few instants later after leaning in slightly their noses brushed against each other, widened eyes intensely peered at him, evident confusion mixed with arising excitement clouded steel blue hues, yet the upper part of that man's image did not hold his attention, an inspecting crimson glance wasn’t drawn away from those deceitful lips. Mr. Fox sensed inconsistent breath against own skin, that emitted heavy sighs and incoherent muttering along with provocative encouragement; the other radiated a palpable desire, being caught into such predicament did not vex him, on the contrary induced thrill immeasurably. "Avoid making your lawyer angry." Those words would not obtain a response from the captured male, as any probable retort was silenced, when the tip of his tongue trailed a wet path along Levy’s lips, replicating the previous motion of his finger. Leisurely, without a haste tracing the contour of the lower lip, he proceeded to tease, few instants more and own lips claimed a spot near the corner of the other man’s. And then a bite followed, precise and swift, breaking sensitive skin of the lip and drawing blood. A distinct smile adorned his image, and a continuation followed promptly after. "And Happy Birthday." Was that a reward? Or was that a punishment of sorts? Or perchance the lawyer possessed a peculiar way of disciplining own clients with intent to encourage them to preserve their reputation intact. In the end, to have a direct interest of that man would serve as shackles of his own, he did manage people with an exquisite skill.

FIVE KISSES 2/5

#Ⓕ : interactions ( mr fox )#[ deepbreaths.gif ]#[ ignore the fact that weather knocked me out before i could post this yesterday— it's still 25th *delusional* ]#♡ ：あなたの悪い癖ね彼に君の人生を台無しにされる : thotmates (yutshu)#oniriqes

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