#( malachi 001. )

[heavensoared]

@weightedcrown

being  a  dragonrider  came  with  many  perks,  but  the  one  that  ezrah  cherished  the  most  was  the  lack  of  a  need  for  doors.  he  could  &  he  did  sometimes  take  the  long  way  -  introduce  himself  to  the  servants,  prove  his  identity  &  barter  his  way  into  the  very  same  room  he  could've  just  climbed  into  through  the  window.  but  today  he  hadn't  felt  like  it.

with  the  recent  news  on  the  assassination  of  the  oldest  gauthier,  all  kingdoms  were  in  some  sort  of  ..  subtle  uproar.  it  was  almost  an  eerie  feeling,  like  there  was  more  to  it,  but  unless  someone  came  up  with  proof,  it  wouldn't  matter.  not  that  he  cared  who  the  king  of  whatever  kingdom  was.  sure,  he  bowed  to  the  kings,  but  that  was  just  ...formality.

except  for  one.  ezrah  was  sat  on  the  railing  of  the  balcony  of  the  future  king,  legs  dangling  int  he  air,  his  eyes  roaming  the  town  below.  footsteps  alerted  him,  eyes  roaming  inside  to  find  none  other  than  the  soon-to-be  king.  saved  him  a  lot  of  trouble.  "my  liege."  short  little  lowering  of  his  head  -  though  everything  about  this  screamed  mockery.  at  its  finest,  too. familiarity, in the way he said it. with a quick & wide leap, ezrah was back on his, halfway between the balcony & the royal in question.

[ofnari]

❀ → @thatsohkai​

Although it was expected of her to always wear only the most exclusive items, Nari quite enjoyed second-hand and antique markets. No matter the city they went to, she always tried to find one so she could buy something amazing stuff. If you asked her, that was more exclusive and special than anything else, because it had a story behind it. It had been loved by someone before, and now was ready to be loved by someone else. She always found beauty in the less expected places, and wasn't going to miss the chance to visit the Encants market.

She didn't have too many friends that weren't her members, but Kai had a kind soul and a quiet nature that matched hers quite well, and she felt comfortable around him to be herself without a worry. They had been walking around for a while, a bag full of vintage clothes hanging from her shoulder. "Oh, look at this," she said as she stopped by a jewelry stall. "This bracelet is so pretty. and I think these sunglasses would look great on you."

[augustfinley]

halloween event thread for @malachixliddell​ somewhere near the 2nd floor bathrooms

someone was gagging in the bathroom, retching loud enough to be heard through the private stalls, all the way into the hall. august felt saliva pooling at the corners of his jaws, like that odd feeling when you taste something really sour. like he’d be gagging himself if he went any further— the piss-fucking-shit alcohol he’d had was threatening to come back up, haunting him like the fucking ghost of christmas past. “eugh— no,” he managed, and pushed himself back away through the crowd. he’d find a trash can to piss in later. fuck that.

the corner of the following hall caught him in the shoulder, and august gracefully stumbles forward none the wiser. for being such utterly trash whiskey, a few glasses sure did go to his head fast. now, he was craving something more— “ah, mal!” the pm spotted just the person he was looking for clearly attempting to slink away from his reach. he grabbed malachi by the elbow. “listen, mate, i need some— something, you know?” he swiped a finger under his nose. “to really start the party.”

[zoyafinch]

*who: @malachixliddell​ *where: The Chandelier of Grief room, Tate Modern

Adapt or die was the most primitive law of nature, but it was also the very mentality that forced her to shed her lone wolf skin and find a pack, thereby becoming involved with the Jabberwocks. This new role, unlike all her previous ones, only existed due to the reciprocal involvement of someone else; a series of miscalculations turned into a threat on her identity — and Malachi became its apparent antidote, abating the severity of the repercussions seemingly with little more than smile and a shake of their hands. She supposed he simply knew the value others had imbued into her name, and therefore understood that this was no mere airhead actress the fates had so graciously gifted him, but someone with the kind of gumption that turned ideas into realities and shaped realities into empires. 

Perhaps that was why both found themselves pulled into the same room, its seeming endlessness forcing the viewer to discern meaning for themself, to construct something from a veritable nothing. Zoya broke the silence first, uncaring that the room was meant for wordless introspection when only the two of them inhabited the space. “If I were to guess what meaning you’ve divined from this room, I’d think that you see... A chandelier you can’t wait to put in the VIP Lounge of the Red Rose.” She sipped at her champagne, playful glint set aglow by the reflections of light throughout the room. “Come on, tell me I should’ve bet money on that.”

[isabellamorales]

with: @malachixliddell​ where: the tate party

Isabella grabbed a pastry off of one of the waiter’s trays and stuffed it into her mouth. “My fiancé might have made that, it’s good!” She chirped, “he’s a wonderful cook!” She was met with a slight frown from the woman, to which she shrugged, and finished her pastry before moving along. Her professor was somewhere here, but she was fine to be by herself for now. She figured they also probably didn’t want her pestering them with questions during the party.

Making her way around the room, she stopped in front of one of the paintings.

“You look like you belong here.” She began, glancing up at the man next to her, “which I mean - you look like you get to go to fancy events like this all the time. Or at least often.” She shook her head, “let me restart. Hi, I’m Isabella, and I’ve not really ever been here before. Do you have a favorite art piece?”

[acefms]

It was a strange relationship, the one between Wesley and Malachi. Wes considered him to be a great friend, though for him, at least, there was always a little awkward tension whenever he saw the other in person. Over the years Wesley had bared his soul to this man through letters — something he’d never done with anyone else, not even those closest to him — and something about that made him feel a little… vulnerable, exposed. But he trusted Mal. “That’s a brave move, Mal. Maybe you should allow yourself at least one veto, just in case.” Wesley wore a soft smile, the sides of his eyes crinkled. “I’d love to,” he replied, and he meant that, but his chuckle indicated that it wasn’t a possibility. He had his father to think about— Jordyn, and, well, everyone else. “But I can’t right now. You can always send me a postcard, though.”

who: open @chqstarter where: hell and high water

Malachi was itching. Not literally, of course, but he may well have been. The need to get on a plane and go somewhere anywhere was like a physical itch under his skin. It got like this sometimes… Whenever he’d stayed in one place for too long. He hadn’t left Denver since he’d returned settled here fifteen years ago. He’d told himself that he’d had to stay – for his brothers, for the friends he'd made, for the business he was building – but the more time that passed, the less legitimate those reasons became. “So here’s what’s going to happen,” Mal began, balancing the weight of the dart in his hand. “I get on a plane to where ever this bad boy lands. You’re free to join me. Or not. Your choice.” 

[offleurs]

Packing for a tour that would last months was difficult, especially since they didn't exactly know what to expect. It wasn't the first tour in her career, but it was the first time she had to share the stage with many other artists, so of course Seonhwa was feeling anxious. She had spent the last weeks preparing everything, practicing as much as she could, trying to do things her way even though it was hard when the company didn't seem to care as much.

But even if she was incredibly busy, she still couldn't help but worry about the young singer, the one she hadn't seen in a while. Short texts made it quite obvious that the other soloist was so lost in his work that hadn't left his studio. The idea of Malachi sleeping on an uncomfortable couch, probably eating anything he could get, and running on coffee just made Seonhwa want to do something.

Fingers pressed the code as if it was her own studio, knowing how much of a privilege it was to be trusted in such a way. And as she had imagined, the blankets on the couch were impossible to ignore. "How long have you been here?" she asked as she crossed the room to sit next to him, placing a small lunch bag on the nearest surface. "Have you even gone home at all?"

♕ → @thatsohkai​

[hellsfinest-azazel]

“I’m going to assume you didn’t know I was coming to town?” Azazel looked up at the other. “I’m more than willing to share my food if that’s what you’re after but I know what your type is like with tasting atoms and shit.” He motioned to the chair in front of him, the seat moving out a little on its own. “You know... fallen is a good look on you, Malachi.” @nctgold​

[ofseok]

It wasn't the first time he visited Tokyo. But it was certainly the first time he got to do it with so many of his friends. The tour meant a lot more work, but also the opportunity to spend time with those he liked the most. Minseok supposed it was the price to pay, and he could deal with it. There were many places he wanted to visit, in complete awe of everything he saw. Of course, visiting the Nintendo store was one of the biggest must-do on his list, but they would have time for that later. Right now there was a place he had been wanting to visit for a while and this time he wouldn't miss it.

"You'll love it, believe me," he told the younger soloist as they were driven to their destination. Because it wasn't safe for any of them, both popular soloists, to be on their own in such a huge city, Minseok had accepted for one of his managers to take them there. He had been promised to be allowed some time alone with Malachi, something his manager didn't seem so happy about, but who cared at this point?

When they arrived at the National Museum of Nature and Science, Minseok's eyes were shining and his face was full of light. This was what he had wanted to do ever since they landed, and now that he had his partner in crime with him, he was ready to enjoy it. "Come on! It'll be so much fun!"

☆ → @thatsohkai​

[assassincte]

Still holding the frog in her hand — held up as if it was a prize to be won and not just a random knick-knack from a front for something more sinister — Maria turned to regard Malachi. There were a slew of quick thoughts that ran through her head, all dismissed in the blink it too to register them and she offered a wan smile.

"It has no wisdom to give me that I don't already know." She says plainly, setting the frog bag down upon its perch but seriously considering taking it home nonetheless, "Besides, I solve my own problems and usually with more definitive answers than can be given by random trash, mm?"

There was an air to Maria that spoke of danger, and yet the expression on her face still mixed in with something... inviting. Like a venus fly trap waiting to sup upon an unsuspecting insect that crawled into its mouth, "Do you work here? I don't seem to recall your face."

That's likely because you forget almost everyone the moment they're out of your line of sight, Maria. Unless they're targets.

If it was up to him, Malachi would've avoided all public places. His current career trajectory, if one could refer to the things he did as a career, made space for that -- simply fading into the shadows, only appearing when necessary. Despite that, though, Malachi could not seem to let go of the need for connection, the desire to be amongst others, even if every sound grated on his nerves and the majority of people he met annoyed him on a deep, almost DNA level. It was for this reason that he often found himself at One Man's Trash, mostly irritated, but still in the midst of it.

"Are you consulting that frog for its ancient wisdoms," he asked, eyebrow cocked. He wasn't teasing, per se, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him when he'd noticed Maria seemingly engrossed in checking out the oddity. "I'm sure if we look, we may actually find something that may solve whatever problem you seem to be mulling over."

[wrxn-blxkely]

---M A L A C H I

   It took Wren a moment to shed the drowsiness from his mind. Waking up in a trash dome with your mouth tingling like pop rocks and a lingering taste of pears felt reminiscent of coming off an MDMA trip than where he was. ‘Okay...clearly I’m not dead....or high...so” he tilts his head over catching the jawline of their de facto leader, ‘okay so definitely still in this shithole’. Apparently the road to Olympus wasn’t paved with pearly steps but instead rusty piles of junk. “’Chi...” he called out, “do you have any water on you...I seem to be parched beyond belief.” it seemed Wren’s cotton mouth would trump his need to know what had happened; clearly he was better than you would expected after what just happened. 

[michaeltheglorious]

[Continued from here x] @nctgold​

Michael’s eyes moved away from the person in front of them as he felt a familiar yet diminished presence. Moving, he ignored the mortal who hard originally spoken to him and headed towards his former subordinate. “Malachi.” He stepped up to him, disappointment and anger evident on his face. “When they told me you fell I didn’t believe it but look at you. Pathetic. And for what? Self indulgence? You turned your back on heaven for fleeting connections with these animals?”

[likewanderingstars]

Amelia tucked her hands into her pockets. It was a reasonably weathered day. Though cool the sun was warm when it graced people with its presence. Soft melodies played through her headphones as she walked along the parks pathways, enjoying the evening air. It would start to get colder still soon and though she was use to the biting winds of the highlands there was only so much she could take. 

The low sun shone in her eyes and Amelia lifted her hand to shield them, momentarily blocking her view of the adjoining path meaning she ended up face planting a strangers arm. “Fuck. Ow. Sorry. The sun was in my eyes.” @nctgold​

[acefms]

He didn’t quite know when it happened, but over the years Ace had developed a persona of sorts, one that portrayed someone rather happy-go-lucky when it wasn’t entirely the truth. He was kind, sure. Caring. But he also held onto a lot of anger, insecurity. Some days it was rather exhausting. Some days he wasn’t exactly sure who he was, or who he wanted to be. All he knew was that he didn’t want to be anything like his mother. Or his father for that matter, despite the fact he remembered very little of him. “Cheesy can be good sometimes, right? Don’t worry, I’m not the type to overdo it.” He returned his hand in greeting, a gentle smile curling his lips upwards. A laugh, somewhat dry, escaped his mouth. “Yeah, I get that. Not with my grandparents, though. Aside from my dog, my grandad is pretty much my best friend. I take it yours aren’t the loving kind?” He wondered quickly if it was too personal a question, though from the others words and tone it had seemed pretty obvious. Though he could be mistaken. He hoped he hadn’t crossed some kind of line.

“Gouda to you,” he replied quickly with a wide grin, regretting it half a second later though he tried to play it off as cool as he possibly could. Clearing his throat, he nodded at the question, eyes carefully studying the man before him, sure that their paths had crossed before though he couldn’t quite pinpoint where. “Yeah. I thought I’d swing by and check it out, but so far I’ve ended up with way more wine than I’m ever gonna drink, and cheese that I have no idea what to use for. But I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

He preferred festivals of the music kind, but even so he hadn’t been to one of those in years. His career had taken a leap and now he found himself at home more times than not, but he didn’t mind. He was happiest at home with his dog, Charlie. In Ace’s case dog really was a man’s best-friend. “How about you?” He questioned. “Is this your usual kind of thing?”

[ares-trilling]

Ares looked up from his paper as he felt the tug on the lead he had Nova on. They were sat in the park enjoying the brief sunshine as Ares tried to use it to clear his head a little. What he found when he looked up was Nova seemingly trying to perform her usual duties on a complete stranger. Frowning he called her back. “I apologise. She’s a service animal, clearly she thinks you need comfort.” @nctgold​

[kiissme]

heartbrxakers​, — malachi

Her jokes stung, a frown etching onto his features as he turned away from her. “No, of course not. I just….I hate watching you pretty yourself up to go be with him,” he sighed, running his fingers through his long hair. This isn’t what he expected to happen when his best friend announced that he’d started dating someone. He never in a million years thought that he would knowingly betray his friend like this — but this was Ellie and he’d fallen for her the moment that his eyes landed on her. She was everything that he’d been looking for, the only problem was that she was still dating his friend. Malachi knew that his friend adored her, which he clearly wasn’t surprised by, but that made things even worse. Because Ellie was right, she couldn’t break his heart, it would crush him and Malachi couldn’t be responsible for that. But still…. “I’m sorry. I know. Believe me, I know,” he sighed, making his way back over to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. “I don’t want to hurt him, you know I don’t. We’ve been best friends since we were kids. I just….I hate sharing you.”

          “I know...” Her words soft, understanding. “I don’t like being shared that much... In secret. Having to keep the lies straight and pretend I’m happy with him when everything in me wants to scream for you.” A small smile spreading over her lips. “It’s getting...harder...to pretend. I don’t know how long I can keep it up, if I’m honest...” Her fingers slid into his hair, nails scratching at his scalp, looking up at him, that handsome face that she thought about so often before she slept and when she woke up in the morning. “You’re the one I want to be with, you know that, right? Tell me you do.” It was wrong of them, to continue on behind his back, her boyfriend, his best friend, but being this close to him made her warm. Heated. She shouldn’t. Ellie was almost on the verge of being late, but she couldn’t help it, pressing further into him and her lips at his neck. Kissing. Biting. Trailing over to his lips. Not kissing him just yet, ghosting over him. “I just think about you, and I.... I can feel you... And I just want you... Makes me feel like such a terrible person, but...” Taking a deep breath, eyes looking up at him as a hand trailed down his body, down toward his jeans, over his clothed cock and gave a gentle squeeze. Her own cunt growing wet, the feel of him even clothed underneath her palm enough to make her want him. “I can’t help it. I’m yours.”