#chromatiica

[wastheheart]

In Case You Didn't Know

@chromatiica asked: ❝ i don't know how i'm ever going to be able to repay you. ❞ (hello & thank you!)

"Don't be silly," Esme immediately replies, a dismissive wave accompanying her words. "We wouldn't want repaying, we're just helping like people should!" And Esme truly means it. "I'd hate to be stranded somewhere I'm not familiar with, the least I can do is offer you shelter while you sort yourself out!"

Just how her own cousin had provided Esme with shelter in Wisconsin.

"You're probably hungry too, right? Let's grab you something to eat."

[butscrewmefirst]

❝ you are -- beautiful. ❞

@chromatiica gets a starter!

[hiveruled-moved]

@chromatiica asked: 12.  SAFEGUARD :  for one muse to save the other from being hit by a vehicle or from some other life-threatening event.

The bite of the cool night air assaults what little of his skin is exposed as he steps out of the supermarket with a plastic bag in tow. After stepping onto the sidewalk, Kai begins his trek back home. It was minutes into it with not much going on in the realm of interesting people watching until he spotted someone venturing out into the street to cross over onto his side, OBLVIOUS to an oncoming car clearly disregarding the speed limit.

Without wasting another precious moment of time, Kai drops the bag onto the ground and runs up to her, thankful she was in arms reach by the time he got to her. The cerulean-haired male's hands grasp onto the back of her shirt and her arm, YANKING her onto the sidewalk with him as the car whizzes past in the exact spot she would've still been at. " Fucking asshole! " Kai uselessly curses out the driver, flipping them a prominent middle finger that they also wouldn't be aware of. " You alright? " He lets go of her and turns his attention back to the woman that NARROWLY escaped her death, or at the very least a decent amount of serious injury.

[ameeperduee]

@chromatiica Latrelle was a traveler, while it wasn't in the job description it might as well be. It was easier to pick victims in a city far away from her own home. Plus shitty deadbeat cops never looked very far outside of the city where people were reported missing anyway. But for now, this trip was strictly for pleasure and to scope out new ways to freshen up her own club. Latrelle made good money hosting fight clubs but she was always looking for new ways to freshen up the look of the club.

PLANET CHROMATICA read the sign. Stepping in was like taking a breath of fresh air. The atmosphere was free and fun. Like she could finally let loose, let go of this mask she had been holding up all night, and finally be herself. Seemed like she arrived just in time too. Everyone was in high spirits and a performance just began. As soon as the singer opened her mouth.. Latrelle was taken back. Brown eyes watched in awe as she listened. Apart of her wanting to join in the crowds screaming to cheer on this stranger.. the other part of her wanted them to shut up so she could soak up the aroma of the voice of the other.

[crawledoutofmordor]

@chromatiica

Eddie was stood at his van, using the hood as a makeshift table as an idea for his campaign as he scribbled it down in his notebook, almost jumping out of his skin when someone finally broke him out of his fixation by touching his arm. "Christ!...oh hey," Eddie tried to regain his composure quickly in an attempt to cover up the obvious fright he had just experienced, though she had also unintentionally touched one of his still healing wounds on his arm under his sleeve.

"Sorry I didn't mean to yell at you," he apologised with a sheepish tone, tail between his legs if he had one, he was honestly surprised Indie had actually showed up. He had called her a few hours earlier to ask if she wanted to come hang out and told her where he would be and when, the date had gone horrifically and he expected to be stood up this time. The metalhead's hair hung loose, he was dressed in ripped jeans, a Judas Priest shirt and his leather and denim jacket combo. The only visible wounds were on his hands, neck and a final wound that ran from cheek down his jaw. "You look cool." He said with a smile, feeling it pull at the wound on his cheek.

[sooperdark]

@chromatiica asked: “I know this makes me, like, a totally selfish asshole, but I don’t want you to go, okay?”

A soft, yet sharp, gasp beckons their hand up to lay dramatically upon their chest, letting their dropped jaw linger open in exaggerated shock before they pull it closed with a devilish grin. There's no audience, just the two of them sitting in her room, but Mickey rises still and mimes holding a microphone their mouth as they make their announcement : "Ladies and gentlemen, gather around - for Indie Warhol has finally admitted that she is obsessed with me!" A soft laugh follows it as they plop back down upon the ground, laying in a position that would seem uncomfortable to most but is quite natural to themself. "I dunno, it's kinda late, yeah?" iPhone whipped out of the pocket of their hoodie, they unlock it and give a glance at the time - only 10:42 PM - and do some aimless scrolling as they lightly hum. They don't have anything going on tomorrow, but the fear of seeming overly excited to kill some more time together makes them feel they should at least pretend to have shit to do. "Hm, I could probably be convinced to stick around though. Sooo, floor is yours - what's the pitch?"

[sanguinesinners]

“will you be my valentine?”

"You fucking with me?"

Abrupt and harsh as it escaped the Upir's plump lips - Godfrey still managed a small chuckle upon their question whilst taking a long drag on his cigarette, one that seemed to take longer than usual as he contemplated his answer carefully.

"I'm not used to this sappy bullshit. But sure... I mean, if it's what you want"

@chromatiica

[fcllederage-moved]

“Sorry about being mentally ill, the sex will be bomb though.” ( i'm here cackling ) // @chromatiica

Behind the tiny woman, a loud, deeper laugh could be heard. A tall queen with long blond hair that brush her bottom leaned over the small woman, wrapping an arm around her waist. She was significantly taller than the other, to the point she stood out in the crowd of the cabaret. It was made even more obvious as everyone around them turned around when they heard her to look at her with a smile of admiration.

In a matter of months, Hyacinte had become the icon, the legendary French queen of the cabaret. She was, by far, the most well known queen in all of New York City and, despite still living in a harsh reality, she had started taking great delight in this little fame.

Pressed against Indie, the tall queen looked at the man she was talking about and who had been trying to hit on her the entire evening - despite being on stage, she noticed everything. This guy did not seem like a good fit for Indie, she had thought, and, from up close, he really was not. "Yeah, you hear that? The sex will be bomb and you're never getting a piece of that!" she yelled to be heard above the music before busting in laughter. "She's too good for you, dude, sorry!"

[filmdesque]

( !!!!! jonathan is definitely staring and interested !!!! )

[nightmdic]

❛ how do you make the pain go away? ❜

The question has brows furrowing at the thought, understanding they perhaps meant more than simply to get rid of any physical pain from injuries. Prescribing different medications to aid can help, but it didnt always help fully - especially to get rid of any mental pains.

“That’s a question I’ve been trying to ask myself for a while now; I’ve seen patients try some different methods - some healthier than others - and well. . .it doesn’t exactly seem easy.”

@chromatiica​

[day1ights]

5"1!

Send your character's height and I'll compare it to mine.

savannah is 5'4"

[lcngdays-archive]

“Sorry that I look like a mess” ( johnny ! )

meme tag

@chromatiica

"a mess! a mess, she says!" Johnny's eyes are bright, his smile brighter. "girl, you might be late, but that don't mean you're a mess! you look fine."

A pause.

"good, even! great, actually! yeahhh. you look good!"

The fiddle player laughs, and tips her a wink. He's nothing if not confident in himself. It's almost infectious, and he manages not to border on arrogance.

"now, you said you wanted to hear me play, right? well, do i have a show for you tonight! fiddling, straight outta georgia. can't get more authentic than that, right? man, oh man, i've been tuning this baby up waiting for this night to come, and i am going to blow your fuckin' socks off-- uh! freakin' socks off, i mean."

[ameeperduee]

“ why is there glitter everywhere? ” ( latrelle! )

{The Morning After} || Still Accepting

Brown eyes glanced down toward her own body. Admiring how the body glitter shimmered under the fluorescent lights in her club. Long nails trailed against the dark skin. "You've never experienced body glitter? I have some in my purse-- Would you like some?" She questioned Until her attention was brought toward the mess of the club. Kind eyes quickly filled with anger as the woman noticed the glitter that littered the floor. Seemed like someone decided to throw a party while the big boss was away. "Oh someone is going to be in big trouble for this." Latrelle hissed. Pushing open the doors to her club in order to get a better look at the mess that was made.

[oblivionlotus]

“Be my valentine?”

→ BE MY VALENTINE!

Did she really need to ask? Maybe she didn't want to assume anything of Leto or put pressure upon them. To be honest, Leto had been feeling the same way, hence why they hadn't asked first. Also, rejection from Indie would have been absolutely CRUSHING. The most they had been confident enough to do was bring her a hand-picked bouquet of wild flowers, giving it to her without conditions.

A subtle gust of breath escaped their lips as their eyes lit up, practically sparkling. They hesitated to answer, their brain momentarily dazed and ceasing to function at the surge of happiness washing warmly over their skin. Leto wondered if the spiritual soul connection they shared enabled Indie to feel that tiny skip in their heartbeat.

"C'mere, soppy!" Leto crooned, lifting her up higher than her favorite platform boots could ever reach and holding her to their chest like an overgrown toddler. "I wanted to ashk you bu'... I bottled out o' it," they confide. They're more or less eye-level this way for a change, making it easy for Leto to plant a tender kiss at the corner of Indie's lips. "Now that it'sh official, forget 'bout the stupid flowersh - you wanna do something cliche like watching soppy moviesh together?"

[sanguinesinners]

@chromatiica Continued from here

The fear that was coursing through the Upir was evidently scattered all over his pale features, followed by the fact that he was still prowling all around the room - He wouldn't know what he would do if any procedures that Pryce undergone had failed, he knew he fucked this all up and had nearly taken the poor girl's life, or had rather.

Large greens finally blinked over the faint voice that was suddenly escaping the girl from the bed, a sign of life, which had made Roman's lips twitch into a smile of relief. Rushing over to her and almost immediately he brushed his large hand upon her arm "Hey....Hey, It's okay" He whispered, trying to at least comfort her like he would with a small child.

Pryce was eager with his patients safety and therefore made Roman step aside so he could professionally check that she was okay. After telling her where she had been and why she was at the institute made Godfrey feel the nausea build back up within his system once again, but he tried to deflect it and step forwards once more.

"How're you feeling? You're safe now. Ok? I mean... You look great-"

Stumbling on his words, Pryce shot a expression towards the Upir which clearly indicated his impatience and his urge to signal the words 'Roman shut the fuck up'

Biting his nails, Godfrey awaited and hoped that the girl would calm and be comforted... well....that she was alive, and although they had both suspected that she had seemed swifty and miraculously healed within a few hours, they were glad she survived. Even if it had consequences.

[dixoniisms]

❛  you’re only asking questions about me, why don’t you tell me a little more about yourself ?  ❜

➵ "what's there t'really know?" the archer leans back a little where he's sitting, grabbing the pack of smokes from his pocket to light one. "what questions ya got for me, anyway?"

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