I'm excited for himmmmm
thane's blood is a bit gold reflecting is godly half but it's mostly red. so, think crimson w/ golden flecks. the gold concentrates itself a lot in his scars and such, kintsugi style.
【 @metanoen , momo says | ❛ well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions. ❜ | * mixed bag prompts , accepting.
single digits hooks collar, a sole insignificant gesture, a mere passive act—— a hair faster than the wretched limb that swipes at her head. eyes barely lift from screen, mid-session of another doom scroll, one of several ... hundred today alone. ( boring ! ) word pursues endless, a tireless hunt, it brings with it nothing aside from lethargy. even company barely keeps the weight from becoming crushing, from becoming too much to bear—— a nice dip in a newly formed star—— maybe that'll perk him up. give a new sense of life to this tiresome one. at least, that's what he thought !
countless tomes, artifacts, treasures ( and collectibles! ) were littered around. brad's den of trinkets, rightfully bought—— &. otherwise. guess it only makes sense momo would've been a little curious ... ah, the ken takakura stuff. right. ❛ y'know, cuginetta, trynna meet ken takakura nearly got you ... er, hold on. ❜ a wince, trying to work out something, a sluggishness sits on tongue, dulling clever wit. ❛ lemme do that again. ❜
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single digits hooks collar, a burst of speed behind such gesture, a quick act of heroism—— a hair faster than the wretched limb that swipes at her head. eyes barely lift from screen, mid-session of another doom scroll, one of several ... hundred today alone. ( better ! ) ❛ guess you had a hand in letting this one out, didn't you, cuginetta? don't worry. i'm here before things get out of hand. ❜ lips twist into a smirk, a flash of pearly white teeth, all too pleased with himself. ❛ oh, oh ! let me give you a hand ! ❜ fingers snap, a surge of light—— a flicker of lights, film case snaps shut, and a decrepit limb falls to the floor with a hollow thud. gently releases collar, rolling the severed limb off into some far corner.
❛ guess you could say im ... pretty handy. ❜
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not even for a moment does he spare a glance that way. dealing with such a trifle, if anything, bored him. with a wave of his hand, he could've made them forget — sent them on their way with happier memories. hell, slowing time to a crawl tends to work out for him more often than not. plenty of time to piece together a clever story or chart a hasty escape. still, he smiles, an all too knowing one. just because he does things that way doesn't mean others do. so, he cedes to her warning with a loose nod. biting down whatever cleverness surges to flee his lips, it slips free as a sigh.
❛ was hoping coming here would've been the end of it. ❜ sure, he loves a quest as much as the next guy, but sometimes it's nice to rest. carve out a little slice of peace without going so far to attain it. chewing the inside of his cheek ruefully, a hue of distress coats his gaze, although it warms with a tinge of excitement. rambling on 'n on about, well, anything? his favorite. ❛ it's a star. might be a little small, sure, but it's a star some hotshot got the smart idea to turn into a ring. to make the heavens and his fingertips one and the same. ❜ he rolls the band between his fingers, feeling out its etchings and the sting of its warmth.
❛ this baby, though, happened to be forged in a pair. binary stars — ever seen one? they're fun. if you're willing to help, i'm willing to pay. it's important. ❜
𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎 in the back, flicking a bit of light down from the overhead to get his attention on the girls in the store. He moves to distract them by flirting, and Io is left to lean over the counter to stare the mage in front of her down, eyes wide in disbelief.
"Can you be careful?" She hisses softly, waving him closer so she can inspect the ring more closely.
Keen though her eyes are, the symbols are tiny, and she'll probably need a magnifier to get a proper look, depending on how old it is. Even so, she shakes her head at the description, because anything with that kind of juice would have immediately been sent to the Vault or offered up to Manon to handle as she saw fit.
"Can't say we've gotten anything like that, but depending what it is, I might be able to hep you track it down."
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄?
deep staining red. ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. it's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. it rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. and you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. atlas holding up the world, how are you? is your love still flowing? is your heart still open? still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? because i see them, i read them, i love them and you, you, you, you. clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.
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