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pontificia replied to your post:Starte r call?? Mayb e??? ♥ for something that...

swe a ts ner vously i still have that as old as time thread we started 84 years ago and i like your writing in it so m u hc i am s till pla nning to answer it………………….. i F YOU THINK IT’S COOL because i’m so embarrassed right now

oh my gosh don’t be embarrassed AT ALL SICAKE I’M 100% COOL WITH THAT. I still really like that thread as well tbh!!

#pontificia #[ ooc. ]#writing like yours is worth waiting for so don't eve N

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Starte r call?? Mayb e??? ♥ for something that will probably involve violence and/or threats of such if you're cool with that.

#[ ooc. ]#context can be figured out later #not that Enric often needs any to be violent but ya feel #IDK I want to oil my Enric muse a bit

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Cheap shot? Perhaps. It felt good, though, bruised knuckles and his bloodied face.

“Fairly sure that doesn’t matter righ’ now.” Fury burned in blue, a cold heat often associated with darkness—tightly reigned under control but allowed to burn nonetheless.

Feet drive her forward, the hand still clean now meant to keep a firm grip on the closest cloth of his garments. There are few people here; she wants no witnesses without causing panic or undue pain. This man right here was the only one she needed to let this fire burn.

“But you’d be correct.” They hadn’t met. It didn’t stop the dark-haired Jedi from knowing what he’d done, or the ripples that his actions caused.

❛ MMMMM. ❜ A low, textured purr elicited from her harsh grasp, and the encroaching oil-slick ebony that the woman’s anger let seep through. Enric rose his hand to clasp tightly around her wrist, wringing it just enough to loosen her hold. ❛ I’m sure Rosalie doesn’t want you fighting her battles for her. ❜ Her name was honey on his tongue, the forming of that trio of delicate, diaphanous syllables bringing a sweetness to his palate. ❛ Whoever you are. ❜

He leaned into her and spoke lowly -- thickly -- bearing sharp canines. ❛ Really. She’s a big girl. I have a feeling she’ll feel very cheated that you were the one who got me bleeding. ❜

#hiddenjedi #[ v: main. ]#[ tl: the dark is afraid of me. ]#(( I FEEL THE INTENSE NEED TO BATH E ))

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#[ blood spilt upon the ground cries out for more. ] ( aesthetic )

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tchamblers:

make me choose | anonymous asked: maggie or rosita. ∟ I have to keep going, and I don’t want anything getting in my way.

#[ I have no need for a sister. ] ( arsiele kelrian )

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+ zudifas

That presence as as foul as any one could imagine–it almost clung like oil to water; ‘twas certainly as slippery as such. It as easy enough to tell why it was such an unsettling force within another’s presence.

She wasted no time, blending with the few individuals nearby until she was close enough.

“You sorry ass—” Hand reached out, closed on a shoulder from behind, and pulled, “son of a bitch.”

Last word punctuated. Sharply. With a fist.

HE FELT her before he saw her, sense wild and unhinged when confronted with his own. It made him smile, just a hint of cant about his lips as his gait slowed in anticipation of her. It didn’t take long to figure out why Jedi pursued him: anyone with the residue of Seeker’s touch on them was easy for Enric to pinpoint.

He let her have the hit, so easily deflected but curiosity of just how hard she would swing--as well as the promise of amusement--getting the better of him. Pain spidered through his face, and his hand rose to find blood staining the tips of exposed fingers. He smiled again, just so.

❛ Forgive me. ❜ Thick and sanguine, he wiped away the product of her anger with a languid thumb and winced, smearing red-pink along his upper lip. ❛ I don’t believe we’ve met. ❜

#hiddenjedi #[ v: main. ]#[ tl: the dark is afraid of me. ]#(( me like a really supportive soccer mom: ''BEAT HIS FUCKING FACE IN'' ))

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