#𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. ── reply.

[selfsabotaqe]

*       ♡     ◞      open starter      ╱    open to men & nb.

teeth gritted together to stifle the wince drawn out by his attempt to move his fingers. skin had already started to bruise around his knuckles, but the satisfaction of wiping the satisfied grin off their face drowned out the pain. at least nearly.   “ what are you looking at? ”   he bit back upon glancing across the hospital waiting room, finding the eyes of the other burning on him.

[feliscus]

@QIHUAQUE ASKED ...

[DRESS UP] - Red and gold, the colors of each festival this time of year, are absolutely stunning. Glimmer and shine for the kamera, dress up and serve on the runway.

“Lyney gege, this one is nice.” Qiqi tugs on Lyney’s sleeve and pulls him closer to a rack of clothes, all made with a distinctively Fontainian inspiration. Still, elements of Liyue’s famous embroidery style remain, especially in the exquisite golden dragons that race down the long sleeves on either side, and the dark red sash that ties the festive outfit together.

They’ve been window-shopping for a while now, and this is the first time they’ve lingered at a stall for longer than a few minutes. Mostly because Qiqi tends to forget what they’re looking for. But this one — this one is perfect for Lyney. She hopes he thinks so too.

lyney hadn't been expecting much more than a nice walk through the harbor when he asked qiqi to take a stroll with him. the harbor's streets are always busy— then again, that's hardly anything new to a boy raised on the streets of the courts of fontaine, where the city lived and breathed just as much as its people.

he slips through the crows with practiced ease, one eye always on the little girl to make sure she hand't vanished into the throng of people when isn't looking. they do not stop often, nor for very long each time, but he smiles and nods at every tug upon his sleeve, drawing obligingly closer to whatever she points out to him.

“oh?” magician's gaze is drawn away from the kites and lanterns soaring through the sky at the girl's next tug, drifting idly to the clothing rack that qiqi pulls him toward. the one she points out to him is quite nice indeed, a pleased hum escaping his lips as he steps closer to get a better look. he hadn't really had the time to dress for the occasion, still dressed in the familiar fabrics that have graced fontaine's stages many times before. it really had been a shame, though lyney was hardly pressed to find time to dress up amidst his exploration of the rest of the festivities the city had to offer.

“it is quite beautiful, isn't it?” he muses after a beat, glancing back at her with a smile. “what do you say— shall i give it a try, then?”

[luvcrs]

"i very much could, you'll just have to wait and see." julia chuckled. she was already thinking about her own outfit - the one white dress that had just been sitting in her closet for years collecting dust. it was sheer, flowy and something that made her feel like she'd just stepped out of a fairytale. lost in her thoughts, julia barely registered them stepping back into the room and pulling her up. she took in their appearance, letting out a breath. "god, i'm so fucking lucky. i'm blown away. yes, you look very handsome." she chuckled, leaning up to press her lips against ashton's again. "okay, let's get out of here." she took ashton's hand in her own again, leading them out the door. — once they arrived at her apartment, julia quickly ushered ashton into the bedroom. "wait here." walking into the closet, she reached for the dress — and the lingerie, slipping both on. she took a minute to do a once over in the mirror, feeling her own heart hammer heavily in her chest. she didn't ever think she'd be in this position to marry the absolute love of her life, but she felt so thankful things had turned around. now they had a whole lifetime together ahead of them. every mountain they had to climb, they would conquer it together. with that final thought in her head, julia emerged back out into the bedroom. "care to share your thoughts?" she asked cheekily, doing a little spin.

julia was right, they did both deserve this kind of happiness and the woman's beaming smile made ashton want to all but melt on the spot. breathless from the kiss, they rest their forehead against hers, already aching to have julia's lips on theirs again. "yeah, we do." ashton already had an idea of what kind of outfit they'd wear, a simple black long sleeved button down and pants, pulled together with a black blazer. it was sharp and it was appropriate for what they were about to do without going all fancy suit and tie. as julia spoke, ashton couldn't help but be amused by her, their eyes were so adoring of her as she sat up, "oh yeah?" they grinned, unable to wait to see what she was going to wear, "of course we'll stop by. maybe you could surprise me by wearing something red, laced and see-through underneath," they smirked in reference to their previous conversation. "i should get changed so we can storm that courthouse." placing another lingering kiss to her lips they stood up to find the outfit they were looking for, heart still pounding in their chest. they'd done some spontaneous things in their life but this why by far at the top and forever will stay there for all the best reasons. eventually re-emerging, they grabbed their keys and held out their hands for julia to take, pulling her up, smiling from ear to ear, "what do you think? do i look handsome for someone who's about to get married?"

[uroborosymphony]

continuation for @anterothreads​ 

NEW YORK CITY,  DECEMBER 2022  ⬩  6PM  ⬩  DAY 1   ​​

”Rodents? I love all species I consider smarter than humans so I’d rather step on a man with a shirt that says “King of the Grill“ than a cute little rat.” Her tone is amused, her loud laughter then echoing at his next line. “I could actually get used to the puffer, protecting me from accidently stabbing myself, protecting others from me voluntarily stabbing them, it’s beautiful.” Her tone is a little theatrical, along with a nonchalant grin. “Alright story time, tell me the craziest shit that happened to you in the streets of new york and i’m going to try and top that as soon as I put these boots on.” 

[selfsabotaqe]

*       ♡     ◞      closed starter      ╱    for @seolinah​ .

she still needed to rub the sleep from her eyes as the other handed her the steaming hot mug of tea. with a dash of milk, no sugar. just how she told them she liked hers last time she found herself waking up entangled in their bedsheets.   “ you remembered. ”   words were stated as mere matter of fact, but some indication of tenderness glimpsed in her deep brown hues. somewhat of a rare sight when it came to wren. although her bark was always sharper than her bite, she didn’t often find herself in a position of comfort. not around strangers, let alone one who never told her their name. hands raised the mug thankfully to her lips, gently blowing on the hot liquid in attempt to cool it off.   “ do you usually offer your hookups five star service, or is it just me? ”

[selfsabotaqe]

*       ♡     ◞      continued from here      ╱    for @evcrlasting.

dark brown hues remained fixated on the beginning stages of the formation of bruises across his skin, only half listening into the usual set of excuses. they were asking for it, you should have seen the other guy. this were not the first time she heard them, and admittedly, she found the excuses less and less satisfying with each of his encounters towards the medical center.   “ and i am sure you’ve heard of being the bigger person before. ever tried it? ”   she then proposed, perhaps knowing her attempt at encouraging him to stay out of trouble stood little chance. hand then fell back down, head briefly nodding towards the other side of the room.   “ take a seat and i’ll clean up the wounds. you’re lucky it does not look like you broke your nose. ”

[luvcrs]

"i'm serious, izzy. you deserve more than i can give you. i'm not about to drag you down just because i can't get my shit together."

“you cannot be serious right now. when did you decide that, before or after you slept with me?”

[selfsabotaqe]

*       ♡     ◞      closed starter      ╱    for @evcrlasting​ .

the sound of the creaking door to the medical center opening was the signal for aera to lift her nose from the administration work she was finishing. deep brown hues instantly fell upon the usual suspect. she could recall the countless of times he came wandering in after matches, propped up on the edge of the examination table looking a little too roughed up for regular play. lips pursed in attempt to stifle the sigh that lay so close to slipping out.   “ so, are you going to tell me what happened this time? ”   aera then raised from her chair, fingers gently reaching for his chin to turn his head to the side in order to take a proper look at the damage done to his face.   “ i know i am starting to sound like a broken record, but you need to start being careful. you’re always only one fight away from things going seriously wrong. ”

[awakencities]

FOREWORD — 前言

❶ 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆. felicity is purely made by the mundane of the account, mayari. she was made in the satisfaction of the writer out of her mind.

❷ 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕. the story plot is solely based on the mundane’s imagination. it is a work of fiction. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

❸ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. felicity is open when it comes to interactions, if you want to interact with her, feel free to send her a message. it is certain that her responses are sporadic, however be assured that we will respond whenever we are free of work. she also loves calling people endearments, please do inform her if you are uncomfortable with it.

❹ 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏-𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓. the mundane’s opinions, thoughts, and emotions may likely differ from felicity’s. be reminded that ic =/= ooc. discussions or conversation out of character are heavily discouraged by the mundane, especially without informing her. however, you can talk to her out of character if you (1) asked for her permission or (2) a close friend of hers or a family member.

❺ 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒎. the edit and theme of this account are made by the handler herself (unless stated otherwise), hence the watermark. while the png/s used is not hers, she does not claim the full authority of it, all credits regarding those are hers not to claim.

❻ 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆. she prefers to plot in descriptive literature, however she can adjust and mirror your plotting style to whatever you are comfortable with. her narrations will always be in third-person point of view. expect grammatical and technical errors as the mundane does not proofread. the languages used may vary and differ based on the plot, however she prefers to write in english. pre-established plots may be discussed in direct messages with felicity.

before you follow. of age ic and ooc. n/sfw due to light profanities. furthermore, she will softblock mutuals if she finds their tweets uncomfortable. she is sporadic when it comes to interacting on the timeline and direct messages, this is due to the mundane’s schedule. her replies in the dms may vary from fast to slow, but she is mostly active when talking to the people dear to her.

do not interact if (1) you fit the basic dni criteria of the muse and mundane. (2) if you are not from krpw. (3) if there is no indication whatsoever on your profile whether you are underage or of age ooc, please do not interact with me if you’re 16 below ooc. (4) you always tweet of excessive drama or negativity. (5) if you are a supporter of the corrupt government officials (6) if you are racist, homophobic, sexist, disregards the proper use of someone’s pronouns, disrespectful, an enabler.

[uroborosymphony]

Warmth in the North.

𝑂𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ.  

starter for @alsvartr

Her way to the Castle happens to be a peaceful one. Despite not being too aware of the customs and ways of his land, she finds herself kindly guided as Aquila specifically sent someone to guide her. In Angrath, she is no Ilana, as she comes from a distant land. With the one line he taught her, she introduces herself as from T’jelra. The name of her realm - Earth - in Aquila’s language. The lady of T’jelra, that is her title here. Her escort is walking by her side as there is a smile plastered on her lips. A gentle, elegant, signature of hers smile.

However.

Every single wire within her head is replaying, piece by piece, the spiral her mind have fell into less than an hour ago after her very first use of the portal opener.  Was it one of her imagination only? It tasted too real, she believes. Besides her little knowledge of this new environment her observant mind witnessed differences here and there. Here in Angrath, the stars placement in the sky is different than the one in that forest. As for Vorlan, it was the fauna and flora that were so unique she would have recognized and felt them. She understands now the forest she saw in her vision was a land she hasn’t visited yet. What if it was just a gigantic hallucination, a delirious moment for a human mind experiencing time and space distorsion for its first times.

Clear her head, she has to clear her head.

Slowly, she reconnects with the present, her eyes wandering around as she is now being escorted through the castle. Her heartbeat is slowing down, willing to focus on enjoying this night. The room she has been taken to was filled with life, with joy, with music, tables covered in full plates and liquor and in the middle of the room : dancing. Couples and friends, grabbing each other by the arm, celebrating in their gowns and attires.

The warmth of such atmosphere immediatly spread within her heart, causing her to smile at the sight. In the back of the gigantic room : majestic, the King’s table, where her escort left her. She, after all, was a guest of Aquila himself. She couldn’t possibly greet him by running to him with a warm hug like on earth, as the Lady of T’jelra, she had to carry herself a little more properly than that, didn’t she?

“Your majesty.”

Her voice is deep and calm, however, her grin is growing as she reproduces what she believes to be the proper greeting in his realm, respectful even. Her usual playfulness is here yet - slightly dimmed. She is disturbed, however not believing he would notice and so she keeps on smiling.

“For tonight’s celebrations, I am honored to wear your present. And what a night, It is so warm in here, I can see the end of the war has brought so much joy to everyone’s heart, I’m happy to be here today, to celebrate with you.”

[luvcrs]

"there wasn't a single lie in sight." erin scoffs, rolling her eyes. though of course, she knew otherwise. "if i had, you definitely would've been my biggest fan." she cracks a smile. "there's still time for me to get an oscar if i really want it."

“you  really  think  you’re  a  good  liar,  don’t  you?”  jongin  smiles,  annoyingly  amused.  “thank  god  it’s  not  acting  that  you  got  into. your career would've ended before it'd begun.”

[selfsabotaqe]

*       ♡     ◞      closed starter      ╱    for @lvciddreamt .

realization of the line they had just crossed only settles in as their arm wraps around her torso, her own fingertips tracing along the bare skin delicately.   “ we’re just friends, right? ”   quiet voice cut through the silence in the room, statement put out into the air between them,   “ and we’re just so different — i mean, we’re not even really attracted to each other, really. ”   perhaps words were spoken in the hope it would make them true.

[elysionhope]

𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 ,    𝐦𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 & 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 .

Welcome!  This is a roleplay blog for a post-canon focused, canon-divergent portrayal of Helios of Naoko Takeuchi’s Sailor Moon.  This blog is entirely headcanon-based with heavy influences from the original manga and Fourth Stage musicals.  Please make sure to read my pages and headcanons for a more accurate look into how I write Helios, and for more information on my worldbuilding please check my Usagi, Mamoru, and Kakyuu blogs!  Remember: your comfort comes first, and if we don’t mesh, absolutely zero hard feelings!

▍▍▍     ��� ,   𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬.

𝒓𝒆 :   𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔 & 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚 . This blog is extremely private and highly selective.  This means that any interactions on my blog require we be mutual followers;  likewise, I am selective in what I respond to, meaning that I will not always answer every meme sent in or every starter that is written for me.  This blog is very low activity for me, as it is not the only one that I run.  I’m very slow.

𝒓𝒆 :   𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 . I prefer to plot my threads.  I don’t mind having spontaneous interactions, nor do I mind continuations of ask responses, but plotted threads will always have a priority for me.  Plotting for me does not entail we have every aspect of our interaction discussed and determined, but simply that we have a scenario or direction in mind.  I’ve learned that directionless threads tend to drop more easily than threads with a loose framework, and thus I’ve learned to prefer them.

𝒓𝒆 :   𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒙 𝒑𝒂𝒔 . The standard golden rules apply in terms of roleplay: godmodding, metagaming, and powerplaying are not acceptable whatsoever.  If you cross that line in a thread and it wasn’t discussed beforehand during plotting, it’s very likely I’ll shoot you a DM before dropping the thread or asking you to rewrite your reply to me.  I control my character, you control yours.  You’ll get one polite message about this before I drop any pretense of future threads with you.  Your character does not know Yukiharu is Helios unless we’ve discussed that much or your character knows in canon.

𝒓𝒆 :   𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 . I will never force you to adhere to my headcanons regarding lore, your muse, or future / past events.  They’re my headcanons, and I don’t expect anyone else to agree with them.  Please don’t think you have to work around them if you don’t like them.  Simply tell me up front you don’t want them acknowledged / part of our interactions and I’ll gladly do so.  On the flip side, your headcanons are your own!  Please respect me if I disagree with them.

𝒓𝒆 :   𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 . I tag everything as #trigger *, and while I have the set triggers that apply to these series and non-sexual nsfw tagged by default, I am also willing to tag custom triggers so long as you either list them in your rules or politely let me know to tag them.  As for me, I ask that you tag the following:  #clowns *, #gore *, and preferably any adultery plots as #adultery *.

▍▍▍     𝐈𝐈 ,   𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝒓𝒆 :   𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 . While most canon aspects of the various adaptations I reference will be recognised in some form or fashion, and the core storyline will remain relatively unchanged, the bottom line of my writing is this: I follow the idea of Schrodinger’s Authour, meaning that Naoko Takeuchi’s intentions are important except for when I don’t like them.  If this bothers you, I don’t care.

𝒓𝒆 :   𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔 . I by default prefer to use honourifics in my writing, but if a partner dictates that they would rather not, I understand.  My logic is basically that honourifics play a key role in Japanese culture, especially in how you can more easily comprehend relationships between characters, and so I try to accurately use that when at all possible.  Just because I prefer using honourifics does not mean I am comfortable intermingling English and Japanese into my replies.  The only time you will ever see me using a Japanese phrase or term is if there is no English equivalent  ( such as proper titles or objects )  for me to use.  I don’t mind if my partners do, it’s just my personal preference.

𝒓𝒆 :   𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔 & 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 . I have main and exclusive partners and am always open for discussing that status with my regular partners.  In regards to romance, this blog is multi-ship but ship-exclusive.  This means that while I may have multiple ships across my multiple verses, I will not ship with duplicates of a muse for my own sanity and organisation.  I ship chemistry and only with friends, meaning that all ships and the possibility of them need to be both discussed and developed before anything happens romantically-speaking.

▍▍▍     𝐈𝐈𝐈 ,   𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧.

𝒓𝒆 :   𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 & 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 .  I have been on this site long enough to have learned that I need to create a space that’s relaxing and enjoyable for me, because at the end of the day this is roleplay and it’s not that deep.  If a hobby stresses me out more than my full-time job, it’s a bad hobby.  I will unfollow, blacklist, soft-block, or hard-block whoever I need to.  This is not a slight toward anyone, but more just me making sure nothing I don’t want to see winds up on my dash.

𝒓𝒆 :   𝒅𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 & 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 . I am a proud member of the Helios Protection Squad and love all of my duplicates;  that being said, I will not follow first to avoid triggering anyone’s anxiety.  In terms of original characters, I tend to avoid those who:  assume a familial relation to my muse, are essentially “x canon character, but better,” or are self-inserts.

𝒓𝒆 :   𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 & 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒂 . We’re writing fictional characters over the internet.  Drama isn’t the end of the world.  Callouts should only be written if someone is an actual threat, not because you don’t like them.  Commentary on drama should be tagged.  Negativity should be tagged.  As a CSA survivor, I have issues re: some people’s usage of the label “pedophile” or “pedophile apologist,” and so I try to stay away from discussions that aren’t clear cut  ( like an adult sending minors nudes )  for my own mental health.  Please respect this.

𝒓𝒆 :   𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊 𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒚 . My name is Kas, I am currently 25+ and I use she / her pronouns!  My philosophy on this website is to just not take myself or others seriously, because at the end of the day this is nothing more than a hobby, ya feel?  That being said, I am quick to stand up for issues like racism, transphobia, and the romanticisation of subjects such as rape or self-harm.  Don’t be a shitbag, y'all.

[selfsabotaqe]

she bit her tongue in a literal sense to stifle the words that threatened to slip past before thinking. if ever was the time for tact, it was now.   “ and i’ve told you i needed time to think. do you think you’re making it any easier when i keep seeing your notifications pop up? ”

" oh, so you can reply. just not to me? " the silence between them had been torture. sienna had reached out, calling and texting, never getting a reply back.

[strongnotweak]

@sanctemony said: you. you're the new one my brother has so kindly taken in. the one with the mouth, the tongue always wagging. don't worry brother, jacob will take care of that problem right away. perhaps he'll send you to me one day. i'll cleanse you, save you. cast your doubt your fears your ..you, back into hell where it belongs.

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑰𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒙 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔: 𝑨𝑳𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮

Staci never thought he’d be so relieved to be in a cage. It kept the others out and away from him. At least in his mind. Sure he knew Jacob had the keys and at any time he could drag him out to put him through --- more. Do stuff to his mind, to his body, to his soul. Pratt was going to lose who he was in this place. That was already a fear in the back of his mind because he saw it all around him. Saw people he knew from his community who now paraded around with guns, ready to kill for Jacob and for the Father. For the Project. It was a matter of time for him, he knew that. Jacob was already talking about him making a public apology for trying to arrest the Father, after everything he’d done for the Seeds in the past, his going along with the plan was a betrayal even if the Father had told him he’d simply made a mistake. Forgiving bastard, Joseph was. Jacob would show him mercy and prepare him to take his place amongst the project whether he was willing or not.

Swallowing thickly as John Seed approached the bars, the deputy seemed to jerk a bit before seemingly deciding to hold his ground and his grip around the bars in front of him. The plan was already to not appear weak and shrinking backwards would do him no favors in Jacob’s eyes. even if he was terrified. So he let the man get closer, let him speak, stared him down even as if he still had some authority over him that the badge on his chest gave him. Funny how much he used to polish that badge, made sure it shined nicely and that his uniform was unwrinkled everyday. Took pride in his appearance, in his job, in who he was and how people perceived him.

“We’ve met actually, guess I didn’t make much of an impression,” Staci replied with a bit of an attitude, only confirming what John had said before. This was the guy who had Joey. His partner, his ride or die, best friend in the world. Maybe it was best not to piss him off too much. “No offense.” Much offense was meant. “But there is nothing kind about what your brother is doing.”

[uroborosymphony]

To wake up in a city that never sleeps

𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦 20𝑡ℎ, 1𝑝𝑚. 𝑁𝑒𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦.

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The air is cold in new york by this time of the year. She does not fear the cold, never had, never will, yet she has found herself more sensitive to it. It's the gloom that comes the grey of the late autumns. The minds grow slower, and their cores, vulnerable. Her back is resting against the frame of that open window, her long fingers traveling from the air to the lips, carrying a cigarette. She's in a white t shirt, black jeans, barefaced, hair let down, raw. A hit, a blow, and the smoke is dancing above her head as her eyes are getting lost on the roofs of the city. It's been years since she hasn't been here, years since she hasn't connected back to her roots. Few are aware that she has spent a lively, happy childhood here, in new york, her hometown. Few are aware she has watched her biological mother died, as well. There is no pain anymore, simply that melancholy, that sadness that she follows her everywhere she goes, dances and sings all around the globe - that melancholy of hers, it was birthed here.

Cash's house is tranquil. Spacious. Silent. It's when he comes back from the kitchen that she escapes her reveries. She has only been in the city for a few hours now after landing in the morning. He picked her up at the airport. It felt good to see him again - after the chaotic summer they both had. His goodbye party ended up being a success, at Bean Through now two months ago, but the open case of these morbid pictures on his desk have haunted him since then, she does know that. As for her, it was Cash’s departure all together that has disturbed her, not having her best friend there anymore changed a lot of things. She stopped working at Bean Through, barely came back as well. Perhaps the Eva case happened to be a good way for the both of them to distract themselves from matters they never truly tackled. He said it, that he needed her for this investigation of theirs and so, now that she was in New York, physically, finally, the pages of the past will be re opened, for the both of them. Oh there was her birthday party too, for which he took the plane, that night was a good one to celebrate her 28th year, it all ended on a good note.

"Thanks for the coffee darling. These 15 hours of flight make me feel so high but not in the way I would like to be, honestly," She says with a tranquil laughter, it is true her voice is a little slow, as he hands her a cup of coffee. For warmth and to get ahead of the jet lag situation, she’s taking a sip already, her cigarette held up as the smoke is twirling above her head. "God I hate asking What's new as if we haven't spent three months apart living at two opposite sides of the planet," She says in a gentle smile, the cup now put down, her eyes on him, taking another drag on her cigarette, resting the back of her head against the frame, the smoke escaping from her mouth slowly. "Can you believe the last time I was here, I was a child. I barely remember yet I remember perfectly. When we were walking earlier... the air, the noise, the people, it just all comes back to me, as if the past is coming for me." She explains, her tone is deep, and calm. "Did the past come for you before I arrive?.You still haven’t told me the whole story. Just a name or two."