❛ Yeah. ❜

Laura Kinney by Giada Velviso

wrapping  himself  in  silk  and  velvet——it's  his  armor.  each  stitch  ten  times  as  much  as  some  can  hope  to  afford.  bold,  proud,  and  a  beacon  of  avarice.  slender  digits  flick  through  another  stack  of  notes,  totaling  it  up——sure——but  also  just  enjoying  the  sheer  amount.  there's  money  in  jujutsu  &.  snatching  up  every  last  penny  ...  that's  the  way  to  life!  "haha,  louis  vuitton,  too.  'sides,  wasn't  that  curse  a  wayyyy  too  annoying?  hazard  pay!  we  need  more  hazard  pay!"  he  insists,  although  he  doubts  she'll  miss  even  the  smallest  shred  of  scratch  these  guys  had.  ah,  a  woman  after  his  own  heart. 

reclaiming her for the masses ( accepting ) — @amcssing

"Is that.. a tear I see?" Crow sharp eyes pin onto the barest scuff on the young man's top. Already, an all too pleased smile starts to bloom as she returns to formatting the invoice. Yet another charge to consider on top of the already hefty fees owed.

art of thane done by my twin @noatherics ! finally giving it a proper home.

anyways, little inbox call so i can at least say i did more than a few things today. it'll either be from your meme tag or smth a lil pre est off top.

Papers in the wind. Hotaru, Good Samaritan despite the way he speaks of people: bends to help gather the materials which seemed to spill from the professor(?)’s hands. Sometimes a rabbit doesn’t know it’s crossed a lion and wanders in its den regardless. “… bad weather. Ah, here you go.”

a single second. lots can change in one   —   an arrow might strike true, or an encounter might occur. in a single second, his attention drifted. golden irises, deep and rich like pools of ichor, glance towards the sky. it's getting later, the purplish orange hue edging the far reaches of the sky warns him. still, the sun hangs up above with unchallenged bravado. it does not shy away from the shadows; it does not fear sinking beyond the skyline   —   it knows it will rise. it will always rise; its destined to shine, so let it do as it was destined. and in a single second, he's jealous of its certainty   —   of such a simple fate.

papers slipped from his fingers, plucked by thieving winds, howling and cackling as they went. a soft curse, a dead word, in a foreign land   —   slips from his lips. at the very least, none of them went far. explaining how he lost more than half of the documents pertaining to the school wouldn't have been a pleasant conversation. not that thane worries about such things. it's almost time for him to find another place, as things would have it. to see what the next school might offer   —   he's sure his colleagues are appalled by how often he comes and goes. their job security is why they stay. however, it's the security he does not want.

the thin metal clips in his dreads clink gently as he kneels carefully, none too eager to exacerbate old wounds. everything he does is stiff   —   a plain attempt at coddling discomfort. and suddenly, he's not alone, not that they crept 'pon him unseen. it's just more papers returned to his hands than he gathered himself. some of the glow in his gaze darkens if only for a moment; it's never truly gone   —   the lambent within.

❛  & —— and just like that, you're my favorite student.  ❜   lips curve into a mannerly smile.   ❛  even if we've never met before.  ❜   he straightens up, smoothing out each document, a practiced gesture.   ❛  thank you.  ❜

unprompted,

each  step  in  his  gait  holds  purpose  like  lion  stalking  prey.  air  around  him  hums  with  the  faintest  trickle  of  authority  cloaked  in  flesh.  lips,  a  thin  line,  twist  into  a  polite  smile,  although  something  cold  lingers  in  those  calm  eyes.  calculating  yet  withdrawn.

"you  see  right  through  me  then——how  lovely.  you'd  be  correct,  though,  i'm  far  from  my  home,  yet  willing."  it's  a  light  laugh  that  leaves  him  but  there's  a  hint  of  a  growl.  a  tick  rather  than  aggression.  "and  with  whose  eyes  do  you  see  these  truths?  God's,  perhaps?"    

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤstarter. | @amcssing

There is something, in them ALL, that aligned with the stars. Those beings, borne of something greater than the fragility of man. She knows not, weather to bow her head, or keep chin high — for, whomever this was, they were certainly not from her home.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ ... Are you not a bit far from home, ser ? ❞

if there's any canon divergence on this blog it's that Martin tore Christopher Plover apart piece by piece. the end.

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thane   has   been   cursed   to   feel   and   suppress   the   negative   emotions   of   others.   he   takes   away   their   sadness,   rage,   etc   and,   in   turn,   takes   those   feelings   upon   himself.   this   ability's   reach   is   extensive   enough   to   at   least   blanket   his   kingdom.   with   practice,   he's   managed   to   dull   the   effect   it   has   on   him   as   a   testament   to   his   mental   strength.   it   takes   a   lot   to   muster   his   response,   whether   it's   pain   or   sadness.   keeping   himself   from   being   swept   up   by   the   tides   of   feelings   flooding   him   takes   consistent   effort.   in   a   sense,   he   suffers   from   his   curse   himself,   stripped   of   his   feelings   —   struggling   to   discern   himself   from   where   others   begin.   despite   knowing   the   sadness   of   countless   beings,   his   ability   to   empathize   with   them   is   lacking.

he   prefers   to   avoid   violence,   given   he   can   feel   what   its   victims   do.   although   far   from   a   pacifist.   to   make   things   in   line   with   his   vision   of   the   greater   good,   he'll   gladly   bear   arms   and   use   threats   and   violence.   in   the   modern   day,   to   match   the   times,   he's   much   more   forgiving.   they   were   a   warrior   before   they   were   a   king   and   the   battlefield   was   their   first   home.   sometimes,   it   still   calls   to   him,   even   if   he's   denied   its   previous   comfort.   he's   averse   to   killing   if   only   because   he   can   find   use   for   people   he   spares   (   and   avoid   feeling   the   pains   of   their   demise.   )

to   those   within   range   of   his   curse,   some   things   narratively   that   could   occur:   a   very   faint   sense   of   elation,   a   bit   of   a   fogginess   to   their   thoughts   about   pressing   matters,   a   struggle   to   muster   up   the   drive   for   aggression,   the   fade   of   pain   from   injuries,   etc.   it's   still   present,   like   regarding   those   feelings   through   glass,   for   lack   of   better   words.   you   know   you   should   be   angry,   hurt,   etc.   but   connecting   with   yourself   takes   a   bit   more   effort. 

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