#𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐐𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐊𝐔𝐋 — 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⟩ convo .

[malevolvs]

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𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐐𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐊𝐔𝐋  —  𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫  ⟩  intro .

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐐𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐊𝐔𝐋  —  𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫  ⟩  open .

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐐𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐊𝐔𝐋  —  𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫  ⟩  closed .

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐐𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐊𝐔𝐋  —  𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫  ⟩  convo .

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐐𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐊𝐔𝐋  —  𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫  ⟩  isms .

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐐𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐊𝐔𝐋  —  𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫  ⟩  visage .

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐐𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐊𝐔𝐋  —  𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫  ⟩  wanted .

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐐𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐊𝐔𝐋  —  𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫  ⟩  asks .

[malevolvs]

he  accepted  the  invitation  through  his  body  language.  taking  a  step  forward  into  the  space  and  settling  his  shoulders  enough  for  his  dark  grey  wings  to  flare  out  a  little  more  behind  him.  in  big  crowds  he  tended  to  hold  them  in  tightly  behind  his  back  as  to  not  take  up  space  —  or  at  least  that's  what  he  told  himself.  in  the  past,  it  was  to  keep  hidden  in  a  crowd  full  of  people.  now  it's  simply  out  of  habit.  "  i  would  love  nothing  more  than  a  bit  of  peace.  the  crowds  in  there  seem  to  only  get  rowdier  as  the  night  goes  on.  the  unlimited  champagne  doesn't  help,  does  it?  "

eva's practiced smile slips atop her lips without so much as a thought. it's not forced , or fake , the lady genuinely prefers to greet others with kindness when they haven't done anything to deserve otherwise. " no apologies needed. " she replies smoothly. it's hardly her space , nor would she ever demand someone offer a sorry for something where it was not deserved. her eyes tracked the other , and she played her little game of guessing another's species the moment her gaze caught his own keen eyes. anyone could be observant , though , and she didn't rush to guess just yet. " i'm quite fine , but you are more than welcome to stay if you'd like a bit of peace. i was only teasing. " because she was trying to remain in a light and playful mood , despite what the news around them screamed.

[malevolvs]

it  seemed  draqys  was  almost  too  far  gone  now  after  engaging  in  the  conversation  —  it  would  be  rude  of  him  to  decline  the  invitation  to  learn  a  new  trick.  "  it  is  lovely,  i  can't  deny  that.  "  it's  said  with  a  small  shrug  and  then  a  flash  of  a  toothy  grin.  he'd  blame  the  bubbles  he  drank  earlier  for  this  later  if  it  all  goes  wrong.  if  anything,  the  malakim  has  his  wings  to  keep  from  tripping  across  the  floor.  "  if  you're  positive  and  can  trust  that  i  won't  step  on  you,  then  i  can  trust  you  back.  "  he  added,  opening  his  hand  out  for  her  to  take.  "  can  i  have  this  dance?  "

"You won't step on my feet, I promise. I'm an excellent teacher." Zarielle promised. As a siren, dance came naturally to her. Perhaps it had a lot to do with sounds, when she danced it felt fluid and graceful even on land-bound legs. She still remembered well her first clumsy attempts when young, and how patiently her mother had guided her. It seemed like a lifetime ago now. She tilted her head, regarding the man. "No one is born knowing how to dance. But the music is too lovely to waste standing here, don't you think? I'll lead first and teach you the steps. It's really once you get the rhythm." She said, flashing him an encouraging smile, hoping he would take her up on the invitation.

[malevolvs]

"it  wasn't  the  sailors."  draqys  said  as  a  matter  of  fact,  wings  tucked  in  tight  as  he  eyes  the  same  guys  elzaren  was  referring  to.  the  bunch  on  that  boat  looked  human,  but  it  was  hard  to  tell  from  this  far  away.  even  then,  what  would  sailors  want  with  a  malakim  —  let  alone  so  much  to  remove  their  wings?  "what  would  be  the  motive?"  did  there  even  have  to  be?  draqys  was  truly  there  to  get  out  of  the  malakim  district  where  there  was  nothing  but  talks  of  new  years,  but  it  appeared  that  everyone  was  talking  about  the  horrors  no  matter  where  he  went.

The seagulls flew around him, singing their strange tune while Elzaren hummed a melody of his own. Like most days, he was at the harbor, sitting on the edge, his feet dangling inches from the water's surface. It was strange how everything seemed to be the same as the day before, yet everything had changed after the gala. The Siren's eyes darted between the people around him. A couple were holding hands as they walked down the street, whispering to each other. Were they trying to figure out who killed her? What about the old man sitting on the bench behind him? Was he the killer? With a shake of his head, Elzaren let out a shaky breath as he ran his fingers through his hair, which was still wet. He hadn't entirely dried after returning to land, and his feet hadn't quite grown steady enough to return to the land dwellers either. While he had intended to stay on land throughout the night and watch the whole scene unfold before him, he had gotten tired of it rather quickly, and the last thing he wanted was to be interrogated by the police, so he had spent the night in the safety of the ocean.

"I bet you that the sailors did it." He told the person approaching him without taking his eyes off his latest targets of suspicion: the two men working on a small fishing boat close to the harbor. "You might be wondering how they could do something like… that, but let me tell you, I wouldn't put it past them! They are very talented; I'm sure they would figure out how to do it."

[malevolvs]

"  just  passing  by,  "  he  nodded  to  the  malakim  princess.  he  didn't  know  if  he'd  ever  been  in  this  temple,  or  when  the  last  time  he  stepped  foot  in  one.  had  to  have  been  sometime  back  home.  even  as  he  eyed  the  temple  quickly,  turning  back  to  face  nyxara,  he  was  glad  to  have  run  into  her.  "  i  think  only  the  most  evil  of  dieties  is  the  one  i'd  want  a  word  with  anyway.  "  he  had  felt  more  than  furious  after  seeing  the  mutilation  done  to  the  body.  the  most  disrespectful  thing  that  could  be  done  to  a  malakim  in  draq's  eyes.  "  i  hope  whichever  you  prayed  to  listens.  "

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Standing before the towering stone pillars of Luminara's temple—Nyxara's wings folded neatly behind her back. She had come seeking solace after the disturbing murder at the New Year's party. Now everything seemed to put her on edge. Every shadow made her startlingly aware of the lurking danger around her. She murmured a prayer to the goddess, hoping for protection. As she turned to leave, she spotted Draqys. "Are you heading inside or just passing by?" she asked him, keeping a smile on her face despite the unease churning within. In truth, she was relieved to see a friendly face. 

[malevolvs]

"  lady  moonshade,  my  apologies.  "  and  there  officially  go  his  days  of  sneaking  around  and  not  getting  caught,  even  at  a  party  this  full  of  people  who,  as  draq  can  tell,  only  tend  to  care  about  themselves.  after  giving  the  lady  a  once  over,  draq  then  turned  to  scan  the  area  of  anyone  else  or  possibly  any  potentials  for  danger.  even  if  much  hasn't  been  said  about  the  bodies  around  the  city,  draqys  has  hundreds  of  years  behind  him  as  a  protector  and  even  the  smallest  things  still  set  off  his  internal  radar.  "  i  can  leave,  i  won't  persuade  you  in  that  manner,  but  are  you  all  right  out  here  on  your  own?  "

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 : third floor balcony of radiant hall

" congratulations. " comes her voice when the door cracks open to the somewhat quiet balcony she'd claimed as her own. eva was amazing at socializing , she thrived at galas , but anyone who knew her well enough would know that breaks were key to surviving the night. " you've found the best spot to watch the little dots below. " solaris plaza was alight with people, music, laughter and merriment. everything one needed to ring in the new year. " i might be persuaded to share. "

[malevolvs]

if  there's  one  thing  about  draq,  it's  that  he  does  not  dance.  it  made  sense  when  he  could  blame  it  on  his  wings  getting  in  the  way.  making  some  excuse  as  to  why  he  needed  to  stretch  them  right  in  the  moment  the  music  turned  on.  now?  now  he  had  been  caught.  "  not  keen  is  one  way  of  saying  it,  "  he  said  as  he  finished  the  drink  in  his  hand,  setting  the  glass  down  on  the  nearest  high  boy.  "  and  you  don't  have  your  feet  all  the  time,  "  he  mentioned  to  the  siren,  looking  down  at  the  legs  she  had  while  on  land.  "  are  you  sure  you  don't  mind  me  stepping  on  them  if  you  teach  me?  "

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(@celestria-rb)

capping at 6 (0/6)

Zarielle observed the well-dressed crowd filling the dance floor as the new year celebrations began in full swing. She loved this festive time of year, finding any excuse to slip into the rhythm of the music. Noticing the person next to her simply standing by, she smiled and said, “Are you not keen on dancing? It’s actually really easy.” Seeing the hesitation in the other’s eyes, she continued, “if you’re shy, I could teach you. You can’t just stand around, it’s a party.” Shy or not, she couldn’t picture any of the attendees not dancing tonight.