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ID     :     EKLUND ,     FREYA.

if he lacked the battered and bruised splotches spreading across his skin, freya might’ve pushed a bit further — broken out of their usual tame and unspoken limits. “ anything i want? “ she inquires with uttermost curiosity, mind flooding with the endless chains of possibility. whatever she wants. only months has caius been in her life and already, she could feel herself becoming a little too attached with every stolen glance, snatched kiss and sweet nothing. fuck, she was doomed. “ all that just for a couple of kisses? “ and with that freya places another kiss to his black n blue jaw soft enough in hopes to avoid the familiar sting. 

silver   swells   from   the   blue   of   irises   where   moonlight   kisses   her   profile.   colloquial   and   waves   of   static   in   tandem   /   city   noises   echo   behind   brick   facade.     ❝     all   that   and   maybe   more.     ❞     he   rises ,   a   curse   to   the   space   left   vacant   by   his   side   ——   already   wishing   he   were   in   her   embrace   once   more.     ❝     c’mon ,   let   me   show   you   something.     ❞     digits   coiled   once   more ,   a   kiss   to   a   roused   porcelain   hand.   lambent   aureate   clings   to   her   silhouette   as   he   ushers   her   into   the   bedroom   atop   a   worn   mattress.     ❝     eyes   closed ,   no   peeking   or   else   i   swear   to   god   you’ve   got   it   coming.     ❞

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ID     :     GREYSTONE ,     RHIANNON.

rhiannon needed a friend. there was far too much going on in her life, and she honestly needed someone to talk to. not even talk to, someone to keep her company. so she had arrived to her midday shift at the library, a cup holder with coffees in it. one for her, two for her fellow librarian and the maintenance man, and the other for her dear library friend cain. she had missed his presence, sure he might have been busy with other matters. she knew he came on this day, it was the day that the after-school program for a couple of elementary schools would come to the library to spend the time and she was almost positively sure he would arrive. and so she waited. barely a few minutes later, she saw her dear friend and she walked up to him, holding both cups of coffee. “i’m glad you came, the coffee was getting cold.” she stated, giving him a slight smile. very odd for her to approach him so abruptly, yes. however, maybe a change was much needed. 

palm   grinds   at   closed   lids   heavy   with   lethargy   ——   a   calamity   of   static,   colours   blooming.   a   saccharine   voice   and   hand   falls   flat ,   a   smile   whispering   at   petals   faint ,   soft.     ❝     rhiannon ,     ❞     tongue   running   across   lips   to   chase   the   lapsed   taste   of   her   name   in   his   mouth.   heart   stuttering ,     ❝     perfect ,   it’ll   go   nicely   with   these.     ❞     parallel   fist   rises   to   showcase   the   brown   bag   in   hand   blemished   in   dark   splotches   where   grease   spilled   through.   perhaps   not   the   healthiest   donuts   in   the   world   but   he’d   be   damned   sacrificing   ingredients   for   taste.     ❝     saw   the   cute   yellow   frosting   through   the   window ,   reminded   me   of   you.     ❞     oculars   wince ,   brows   pulled   tight.   christ   he   wishes   for   a   filter.     ❝     not   that   you’re   cute ,   i   mean   ——   you   are   obviously     !     but   i   just   ——     ❞     a   rogue   child   tugging   at   his   leg   offers   reprieve ;   requests   for   his   company   and   miss   rhi’s   too   !   shelter   a   twisted   tongue   and   bumbling   colloquial.   lip   bitten   as   they   follow   the   small   body   towards   whatever   unknown.     ❝     umm   thanks ,   by   the   way.   for   the   coffee.     ❞

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ID     :     GRIMSHAW ,     ANDROMEDA.

a rough chuckle rattles through her chest, almost taken aback by the sudden gesture — hot tears well up and she blinks them away holding him tight enough to avoid harm. her snake like grip was not only desperation of comfort but sheer disbelief. she waits — waits for him to crumble away in her arms, another figment of ghosted memories desperately holding onto a forgotten life. “ missed you too, “ the vampire words are faint, only loud enough to be shared between the two lost twins. and unwavering she nods confidently, regardless of her lack of choice in the matter. “ you… been okay? “

he   thinks   of   berry   stains   on   cheeks   flush   with   an   afternoon   of   teasing ;   of   braided   tresses   and   meadow   wildflowers   embedded   in   every   dip.   a   curse   to   whoever ,   whatever ,   fashioned   the   memory   a   cadaver.     ❝     yeah   ——     ❞     a   breathless   lie.     ❝     yeah   i’m   fine   .  .  .   better   now.     ❞     ribs   quiver ;   breath   caged ,   captive   in   lungs   that   refuse   to   expell   any   oxygen.     ❝     what   happened   andie     ?     we   all   thought   you   dead.     ❞     canines   against   flesh   and   the   bloom   of   iron   across   his   tongue.     ❝     who   ——   who   did   this   to   you     ?     ❞

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ID     :     RYDER ,     GHOST.

Ghost had to hold his tongue. His particular ALIBI for the night of the gala tragedy was actually the fuck buddy no one was supposed to know about. Simone. There were few things the boy was afraid of; when Simone threatened to cut off one of his cojones and eat it for breakfast if he ever spoke a word to anyone, she immediately became his worst fear. So, when it came to answering Onyx, Ghost did what he did best—- ramble. “I was too busy DYING to have lit up the place, I mean——” that wasn’t true since he’d be long gone before that’d all started. “Would I really be dumb enough to set a fire while I’m still inside?… you know what, just, DON’T answer that.”

“—- DO whatever you want bro, but if it takes them longer than 30 m i n u t e s, I make no promise.”

pinched   brows   paint   visage   a   suspicious   colour   though   she   knows   enough   than   to   pry ,   to   overstep   any   citadels   ——   a   rookie   mistake   plaguing   cognizance   that   occasionally   came   to   light   and   coaxed   forth   a   cringe.   what   were   you   watching,   huh     ?     was   it   porn     ?     c’mon,   lemme   see     !     i   bet   it   was   porn.   ——   it   was   indeed   porn.     ❝     hmm   .  .  .   i   have   a   proposition   for   you.     ❞     wince ,   nose   crinkled.   perhaps   she   loved   to   torment   her   own   welfare ,   perhaps   she   was   just   nosy.   regardless ,   logic   left   vacant   space   for   terrible   ideas.     ❝     but   not   that   kind ,   obviously.     ❞     digits   dance   across   cracked   glass   and   tap   away   a   familiar   number.     ❝     i   buy   you   whatever   you   want ,   yes   garlic   breadsticks   and   wings   included   if   you   like ,   and   you   tell   me   where   you   really   were.     ❞

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ID     :     EKLUND ,     FREYA.

freya was anything but delicate — all rough edges and ice for the wrong kinds of people but never with him. around him, despite all the years she’d been around — the hybrid could feel herself melting and there was not much she could do in protest. “ oh y’know, i’m full of fantastic suggestions. “ freya half jokes, not wanting to delve into that yet. “ you’ll owe me, “ she doesn’t say much else, placing a soft kiss against his bruised cheek — a hell of a lot more gentle than she was used too. 

he’s   baptized   in   the   ichor   of   her   colloquial   /   divine   trace   of   a   silhouette   in   the   blackness   of   his   apartment   ——   swears   she’s   seraphic ;   arcane   maybe ,   but   sacred   nonetheless.   visage   flushed   in   saturated   cerise   where   blood   blemishes   labyrinth   beneath   flesh   at   her   touch,   her   kiss.   something   sickly   sweet   catches   in   his   tongue ,   a   hard   swallow.      ❝     say   it   and   it’s   yours.     ❞     fingers   entwined ,   heartbeat   serrated.   he   swears   the   sky   and   all   its   stars   are   at   her   mercy.

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ID     :     MENDOZA ,     FELIX.

they’ve been listening for what’s felt like hours , when in reality it’s been… minutes. felix has been trying to focus on their case and get it solved when someone decided to let just about anyone into their office. they’ll have to check with the front desk on what THAT is about. they clear their throat and run a hand through their mess of curls. “ i see , “ they begin. “ now , what is it that you want us to do ? “ 

decibles   peaking   within   confines   of   a   minute   vicinity ,   ❝   and   then   they   like ,   had   the   fursuit   just   sitting   there     !     ❞     palms   slam   onto   wood   with   perhaps   too   much   malice.     ❝     i   want   you   to   track   the   sick   bastard   down   and   tell   him   his   crimes   against   humanity   won’t   be   tolerated     !     ❞     obsidian   painted   petals   huff   tresses   from   where   they’ve   fallen   atop   an   irate   visage ;   brows   furrowed ,   scorn   palpable.

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ID     :     O'SHEA ,     NICHOLAS.

“ i let one of my kids cut my hair , “ a sigh escapes him. “ horrible idea , i know. i thought it would be good… it’s not like i asked a five year old to give me a haircut. “ nicholas grimaces at the mere thought. fingers run through his freshly cut hair. “ it doesn’t look…. too bad , does it ? “ 

sinew   wavering ,   lips   pulled   taut.     ❝     well   it’s   not   bad   per   se.     ❞     chuckle   blooming   in   caged   lungs   praying   for   release   ——   no ,   he   scolds ,   that's   entirely   too   rude   and   off   the   table.     ❝     silver  lining :  at   least   it’s   not   frosted   tips ,   right     ??     ❞

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ID     :     LALLEMANT ,     SIAN.

Sian was cutting off a piece of her steak —- extra rare -—alone ( at a table for one ) when she felt a presence. But not just anyone. Her oldest…friend, if you could call him that. She’d been around him enough, and argued with him enough, to know his scent like the back of her hand. So when the chair across from her was pulled out and the familiar ruffle of an Italian suit graced her ears, the vampire didn’t have to look up to know who it was. “When I told you I was holding a pity-party for myself, I didn’t actually mean a party, Cain.” Sian knew she’d need another glass of Château Margaux for this conversation. When he’d reached out earlier to check on her—- which was more of a gruff ‘you alive?’ and brief conversation, she didn’t expect him to track her down. But he was complicated, hard to understand…much like their relationship, with his lack of support for her particular lifestyle. There had been many fallouts over the years, and even more makeups. In a sense.

“—- what do you want?” She finally asked, looking up to make eye contact with him.

ivories   whisper   behind   parted   petals   /   ghost   of   a   smirk   sheltered   behind   calmed   disposition.   she’s   alone   and   painted   something   melancholic ,   tenebrous.   riposte   dysphoric   over   the   static   of   a   receiver   and   before   the   call   ends   he   already   had   been   out   the   door.   digits   dancing   along   satin   in   passing   until   an   isolated   chair   greets   his   weight ,   arms   folded   atop   the   table   plateau   ——   elbows   off   the   table     !     repeated   somewhere   lost   in   the   fog   of   his   head.     ❝     just   wanted   to   see   you   is   all.     ❞     half-lie   passed   easy   across   an   adept   tongue.   sure ,   seeing   her   is   always   a   reprieve   from   calamity   but   he’d   be   damned   if   playing   therapist   were   voiced.     ❝     order   enough   for   two   or   am   i   gonna’   be   stealing   from   your   plate   the   whole   night     ?     ❞     already   he’s   tossing   a   severed   morsel   into   his   mouth ,   a   sardonic   grin.

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ID     :     GRIMSHAW ,     ANDROMEDA.

andromeda cannot place the last memory she had of her twin brother — a reflection of herself standing in front of her same icy hues and grim aura. not in centuries did she ever fathom the idea of seeing family again, anyone with blood relation — reminding her of whatever the fuck home had meant forever ago. a brief smile tugs at her lips, mind racing still processing. “ it’s — a really long story. you got time to spare? “

soles   quick   against   asphalt ,   a   neglected   can   ( cheap   beer ,   he   notes.   the   kind   he   grew   aquainted   with   in   strangers   homes   to   chase   a   utopia   that   would   never   come )   kissing   brick   facade   where   its   kicked   away   in   the   trials.   cranium   clouds   with   reveries   and   muse   since   forgotten   when   she   was   ripped   from   his   life.   limbs   coil   around   her   body ,   tight ,   hoping ,   invoking   prayers.     ❝     jesus   ands ,   i   missed   you.     ❞     a   whisper ,   lashes   damp   with   threatening   tears ,   ragged   exhale.     ❝     don’t   care   what   it   takes   just   promise   me   you’ll   never   leave   again.     ❞

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CHARACTER MOODBOARDS / FREYA + CAIUS (WHO TOTALLY AREN’T A COUPLE)

“ we’re not going to be that couple that says it’s complicated. “ 

“ so we’re a couple? “

“ …. “

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ID     :     RYDER ,     GHOST.

“We’ve TALKED about this—-” and they still were, a p p a r e n t l y. The argument had followed him into the shower and was now continuing as he wrapped a towel around his drenched towel. “Just because I ‘occasionally’ set things on fire does NOT mean I am responsible for every fire in the tri-state area dude,” Ghost said defensively. Walking out of his bathroom ( with no door on it but a curtain ) he made sure to flip Onxy off, as he was sure she was lounging on his unmade bed with a snarky look on her face. “So, NO, the other night wasn’t me…I think.”

a   pause   in   idle   enterprises ,   cotton   dancing   back   into   residence   on   an   unkempt   mattress.   saturated   in   the   melancholic   lull   of   summer’s   placidity   and   lungs   deflate   with   a   dilatory   sigh.     ❝     you’re   not   all   that   convincing,   you   know     ?     ❞     stems   clatter   to   the   floor   then ,   forsaken   pillows   a   calamity   where   they   fall   victim   in   the   tribulation.     ❝     as   long   as   you   can   give   me   an   alibi   i’ll   stop   wondering   but   until   then   just   know   i   consider   you   the   serial   arsonist   in   this   city.     ❞     she’s   praying   to   any   deity   for   remedy   from   a   lingering   hangover   and   solace   in   the   knowledge   that   perhaps   a   potion   of   some   sorts   will   cure   it   ——   some   good   fucking   greasy   food   while   she’s   at   it   too.     ❝     if   i   order   some   pizza   for   us   you   won’t   light   the   poor   delivery   person   on   fire   will   you     ??     ❞

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ID     :     SALAZAR ,     AUGUST.

august is brewing another cup of coffee, leaning his tired body against the counter watching his toddler inhale lucky charms at a staggering rate. the night before was an experience to say the least, a few burns wrapped up and couple cuts to prove that he actually attended to formal event. what a shit show that ended up being in the end…. “ you want a cup of coffee or to eat the rest of the waffles? “ he questions going over to athena to refill her cup with juice.

❝     pfft ,   like   you   have   to   ask.     ❞     tendrils   plait   through   children’s   tresses   still   smelling   of   strawberry   shampoo   from   the   night   prior   ——   catalogues   that   tear - free   DOES   NOT   warrant   a   direct   squeeze   into   his   eye   if   red - ringed   irises   are   anything   to   go   by   ( he   had   a   point   to   prove   and   he’d   be   damned   if   he   was   wrong   in   front   of   a   child ).   saccharine   coats   a   tongue   devoted   to   sugars   and   the   plate   is   emptied   of   waffles   in   minutes.     ❝     your   battle   scars   are   cool   ‘n   all   but   they   can’t   compare   to   these   bad   boys.     ❞     a   teasing   giggle   from   a   toddler ,   his   own   tongue   stuck   out   in   retaliation.     ❝     hey ,   think   i   could   pass   as   a   stoner   with   this     ??     saw   some   guys   the   other   day   saying   i   don’t   burn   and   man   would   i   love   to   show   them.     ❞

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ID     :     GADHAVI ,     DEVANI.

“You’d think this was the first time there was a disaster in this city.” Devani had lived through nightmares. God awful things happened before her eyes, she saw them all. But this was nothing more than an inconvinience. “But thankfully there were only two lives lost.” She could have helped them if this was a different city, or tried to at least. But everyone here was too ‘good’.

silhouette   is   painted   a   tired   yellow   and   saturated   in   lethargy.   a   lip   pulled   tight   between   ivories ,   foreign   colloquial   caressing   his   ears   and   he’s   listens ,   intent ,   praying   for   a   semblance   of   calamity.   tenor   is   syrupy   in   the   air ,   sticks   to   his   fingers   like   fruit   juice.     ❝     it’s   like   the   world   stops   turning   all   because   two   people   died.     ❞     digits ,   climbing   ivy ,   against   polished   glass   and   he’s   raising   the   shot   to   his   mouth   with   a   vexxed   eyeroll.     ❝     truth   be   told   i   think   the   mourning   period   is   over.   christ ,   i   just   wanna   get   back   to   ordering   a   drink   without   some   drunk   asking   me   if   i   knew   the   people   who   passed   or   some   shit.     ❞

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ID     :     ELVERTON ,     WINTER.

Running her hand through her hair Winter stared at the building. She hadn’t been here for this but she very quickly had heard about it, and the cards. The area was still closed off, she’d wanted to see the builfing but that clearly was impossible. “No one knows anything.” she looked up at the birds that had gathered on the roofs of the other buildings. “Even they’re unhappy about it.”

bubblegum   pop   eclipsed   by   charcoal   painted   lips.   crouched   in   debris ,   digits   dancing   across   nomadic   pebbles.     ❝     kinda   bummed   i   didn’t   get   to   see   the   shit   happen   but   whatever.     ❞     palm   embraces   loose   stone   and   gifts   refuge   in   a   denim   pocket.     ❝     guess   that’s   the   price   you   pay   for   leaving   early   but   like ,   who   can   blame   me     ?     the   college   championship   was   on   and   i’d   be   a   fool   to   skip   out   on   mr.   trebek.     ❞