#frostbittcn

[decimatlas]

mango: ok here's a song but wait to listen to it me: omgggg i love this song *starts shaking my ass immediately*

[aclytes]

@frostbittcn | Accalia & Alexi.

❛ Stay here. I'll be a minute. ❜ The words roll off Alexi's tongue ; he'd done this many times before, though he didn't usually have an audience. ( And he intended to keep it that way. ) So, he left Accalia somewhere she wouldn't be detected – though her association with him was a shield enough in itself.

Once he's out of view, he brandishes his knife. It isn't like he is hiding his ways from her. No – to his core, this is who he is. Not an assassin or a hitman, but a man who does a job when it needs to be done. It had been this way since he was young ; he had been a child when his hands were first stained with blood.

Soon enough, he spots his target. Pitiful man. He wouldn't see it coming. Not until it was too late. And the act is quick ; the man turns around after sensing a presence. His eyes grow wide. ( The reaper approaches – his number is up. There is silent understanding of unpaid debt. Not to Alexi – but to a valuable informant of his. So he would do what must be done, as always. )

The man reaches for his own blade, but he is not quick enough. Alexi drives his knife into the center of his prey's chest, pushing it upwards and twisting it. He lets out a groan and slumps to the ground. Dead. Alexi's expression remains unchanged, and he pulls the knife from the man's chest. He uses the corpse's shirt as a rag ; blood smears over dirtied linen. He'll clean his knife up later.

One task done – and now he has another. Get back to Accalia, and get her 'home,' if she could call it that. To the room he graciously lent her.

But when he turns, he finds that Accalia did not listen to his command. She stands behind him. ( Did she witness his act? ) The lifeless body is at his feet. There is no hiding it, and he doesn't try to. Instead, he steps aside. If she wants to look, she can look. ❛ You're not a very good listener. ❜ Banter. As if there wasn't blood on his hands. ( There was always blood on his hands, in a sense – but now it glistened, red, warm. It stained his clothes. )

[astranxmica]

@frostbiittcn || continued

A slight quirk of his brow, not insulted so much as curious- somewhat amused, even.  "Alright. Didn’t know I was so bad for your rep.“  He teases.  In complete honesty it was better for Leonard as well that this remain a secret.  He didn’t need anyone making any more assumptions about him than was normal.  Certainly not about his relationship status when so few people understood the sentence ‘I don’t do romance’ didn’t always mean ‘a player that can be changed when meeting the right person’.  

         She was up, pulling on tight denim pants and latching them with deft fingers. Turning, unabashed by her nakedness, she stole a brief and rough kiss. “It was real, and it was fun, and it was real fun.” She smiled teasingly before turning to finish dressing. “... and you know where to find me if you want to unwind again...” It was comforting to find someone who understood what it meant to keep things simple. NO STRINGS, and she was completely fine with that-- in their line of work, strings always ended badly. ( taking the edge off of her bloodlust though, that was always a good thing )

[generalrhapsodosarchives]

I am absolutely in love with this at the moment, don’t mind me.

[zakkusurifea]

"That escalated quickly."

Alonzo Lerone Starter Sentences

@frostbittcn

     “He insulted my earring....no one gets away with that.” he huffed out, peering across the room to the man who had chosen to make fun of Zack’s glimmering earring. The man had earned himself a few knocked out teeth. “Wouldn’t you have done the same if he’d made fun of your hair, Seph?”

[lucrxcia-blog]

Reunion;

@frostbittcn  And though much of her yearned to have been there, in his childhood years, when he had needed her love and guidance... she understands that she is little more than a ghost to him. He does not know her, not yet, she thinks of him as her child yet embraces that he is an adult.

Perhaps a little subservient even though she knows him well to be otherwise.

"I wouldn't ask you to do that," she says gently, still taking in his appearance, how much he looks like her, "We both are tired and need rest for now... and I'm not sure where the nearest town is from here."

She observes him, she does not see a monster, underneath the exterior of a hardfaced madman... she sees, much like she saw with his father, there is more underneath. The major difference being that what she sees in him is a child. A frightened child desperately trying to cling to something, anything, that might tell him he is not what he has been fashioned to be. A monster.

And to her she only sees that boy through his movements, through his eyes, through the way he holds himself to her as though she might vanish into dust. “Do you know where we... are?”

[decimatlas]

BREE WHAT ABOUT IF EDEN ACCIDENTALLY SEES HER REFLECTION IN WATER? HOW DOES SHE HANDLE IT?

I feel like this has happened. On the way back from an expedition. She's got a recruit draped over the back of her horse, unconscious. He lost his horse, and he almost lost his damn life. But she won't bury another body. She won't place him on a funeral pyre. So she carries him back, one hand extended behind her to ensure he doesn't move.

They ride past a river, and their flank slows down, to a stop. They see a smaller group in the distance. They'll wait for them to catch up. There's no titans nearby, anyway. It's actually... oddly quiet.

Suddenly, a gasp. A stir behind her. He's awake, and he's coughing. He's trying to push himself up. ❛ Are you stupid? Stay still! ❜ She barks. He looks over, his eyes a little wide. He's relieved to be alive, but seeing her face? He remembers it from his drills. He remembers she made him run extra laps, actually. Until he threw up from exhaustion. But she's... getting off her horse now. She's grabbing her canteen, heading to the river.

She leans down and dips the canteen in. This kid's lungs sound like they're about to deflate, with all the coughing he's doing. She pulls the canteen from the river once it's full, and in the moving water –– she catches a glimpse of herself.

It's the ghosts again. Her mother – she'd tell Eden to make sure she sits the recruit up before giving him the water. And her father would laugh at the way she yelled at him the second he had become conscious.

She doesn't look for long. She can't look for long. Her stomach twists. Turns. Churns.

She pushes herself up. Heads back towards her horse.

❛ Sit up. ❜ She watches him struggle for a moment. He can fly on wires, but he can't figure out how to sit up on the back of a damn horse? She hands him the canteen, practically shoves it at him when he finally sits up. ❛ Fischer, right? ❜ He's gulping the water down, nodding. She nods in return. Turns towards the front of the flank. They're about to get moving again.

There will be no more ghosts today. Not on her watch. No more ghosts.

[aclytes]

“ i’m being followed ,  pretend you know me . ” ( from accalia )

Alexi cocks a brow as she approaches him. He was well-aware she was being followed. In fact – he had been following her too ; though, he was far more skilled in stealth. So, the man doesn't argue or correct her. He simply begins to walk with her, his hands stuffed in his pockets as they walk side-by-side. He sees the others in his periphery ; how they fall back into the shadows now that she was accompanied by him. ❛ That'll happen – often, if you're not careful. Good thing you found me. ❜ He looks down at her now, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. Ever the charmer.

❛ I'm getting the feeling you're not from around here. ❜ He could tell by her gait alone that she was not of the Underground – she was hyper-vigilant, but not in the way the rest of them were. Almost doe-eyed, yet still hardened. No, she wasn't from around here, but there was more to her underneath the surface. ( Of that, he was certain. )

[brokeniisms-a]

@frostbittcn

                                  “ — Alright, you have me all alone now. What do you plan to do with me huh? “

[generalrhapsodosarchives]

Reblog if you don't mind shipping with multiple blogs of the same muse!

[wildflowerisms]

@frostbittcn;

Chelsea wasn’t suppose to be outside of the Chocobo Farm. Grandpa Bill had told her dozens of times that the area around the ranch just wasn’t safe. There were monsters and the Midgar Zolom and a million other thing she had inwardly rolled her eyes to before nodding and replying, ‘Yes, grandpa, I knooow.’ 

But she had always had a hard time obeying rules. And what did a quick ride on the grasslands hurt?

“WARK!�� Her chocobo sped up, neck lowering to gain speed, and Chelsea flattened herself with the bird. She was a racer at the Gold Saucer. Her and another racer, her long time rival, were neck and neck. The finish line was within her sights. Within a few seconds, she would become top of the S class. In five feet...four... three...

“WARRKKK!” Her chocobo reared up, scared by a monster that had popped up from the ground, and Chelsea was thrown off. She wasn’t even aware of what had scared her chocobo and pushed herself up with a groan. 

“Ooooow! Jeez, why did yo—” The Mu growled at her, tail twitching from its burrow with a deadly look in its eye. Oh shit.

[decimatlas]

Zelda Klein | Which Tarot Card Are You?

The Lovers

Your lover’s back does not look quite the same this morning. No one else would notice the difference, if there even is a difference, but you could swear they have more vertebrae than usual. Something in the breathing, as you stare at them in the morning light. The light in the kitchen is just as warm as it always is, the coffee just as hot, but you cannot meet your lover’s eyes. They kiss you on the forehead, go off to work, shake their keys on the way out as they always do. Did they eat anything this morning? Did they speak? Of course they did. You’re probably losing your mind. You would call your friends to ask, if you had any friends left. You don’t, of course, haven’t for months. You only need each other. You only need them. You haven’t spoken to anyone in months. You count the notches on their back. You watch them breathe. You pray they don’t turn around.

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[aclytes]

smooches u

smooches u right back !!

[dontpissyourdrawers]

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Another wrench goes into the display. “This one is broke too. These damn machines aren’t reliable anyway.”

[aperfectxmonster-blog]

“Have you no compassion for my poor nerves?”

Pride and Prejudice sentence meme

      “Have I ever?” Genesis teased at the SOLDIER, his feet moving across the floor of the training room as if he were a dancer. He’d always been quick on them. “And as if you have ever had any compassion for mine. ‘Tis a mutual respect, my friend.”

[zakkusurifea]

Agitated, in a word, was the only way that could possibly describe to look in the general's eyes. This was far from what he wanted to do, but alas, he snatched the boy and forced an equally aggressive kiss onto his lips before releasing and turning on heel to leave. "Speak of this, and I assure that your life will become a nightmare from which you will not wake for some time." { Ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable, kay? uvu }

     Even in the old days, such an action by the General was far from expected. Eyes widened in shock as their lips met in a firm kiss. Before Zack could protest and shove Sephiroth away, the kiss was broken. He dragged the back of his hand over his mouth. “Oh, believe me, I don’t plan on talking about it.” he barked back as the General vanished, but even that didn’t keep the light blush from his face.