#nocquiem

[lustbitten-a]

(    @nocquiem    )   -   ♥  !!

silver fork taps ‘gainst pearly fangs as the creature packs pale cheeks with rice  &&  chopped vegetables.  he was on his lunch break so every person that entered the library was currently being ignored  --  ‘cept for this one.  fir colored eyes rise  &&  chewing slows  ,  plump lips almost falling into a pout.  what a strange scent they carried  ,  he couldn’t help but to stare!!

[kxkatsuna]

@nocquiem​

         Miho had been a tad bit suspicious when Fane invited her and another one of his friends to a party. She never knew what to expect from the childish male. It was one of those days where she wasn’t quite in the partying mood but she tagged along anyway. Dimly lit and jam packed with bodies the scene was hardly ideal for a gal that just wanted some peace and quiet. Glancing around she noticed that Fane had disappeared into the crowd. Tsk, just her luck. Turning her attention to the other who Fane had introduced to her as ‘Abel’ she gave him a once over. Deciding he seemed just as uncomfortable as she was, she yelled to him so he could hear about the loud music, “Wanna ditch?” 

[scalxwag]

That moment when Hana rats fane out for having lose lips

Why does he feel like he’s gonna get scolded by Abel later

He’s gotta prepare and come up with a bullet proof story

[okamizere]

                   @nocquiem | starter

         like a shadow, unseen for human eyes. his body weightless for moment when he passed empty streets in the dark. ❝––hungry..❞ the beast growled as loud as his stomach. too many scents were in the air that his head felt like exploding. then he stopped all of sudden. shadow transformed itself to something material. muzzle wide open, salvia already running to the ground as he noticed potential prey.

[eamzon-blog]

nocquiem

It was a good day when she was given a free tea. who didn’t like tea? Especially warm tea, something that soothed even the smallest upset mood. But, Oni wasn’t going to drink both so she glanced around her, picked out a stranger and dangled the cup in the air in front of their face. ‘ i won a free tea today. i was thinking of sharing, would you care for it? ‘

[vinumnocte-blog]

@nocquiem

“S - So your dad, he’s... he’s going to be out of town for how long, again...?”

[vernxte-archive]

@nocquiem ❤’d for a starter!

     “Okay but real talk, funnest part of chatting with people born deaf is that their sign language is set up the way Yoda talks.”

[doxic-blog]

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     Whoa! He ain’t seen red hair like that in quite some time. Without asking, Cain is leaning over the young man to inspect his hair. “This is your real color, right? You didn’t dye it, right?”

[lady-chatelaine-archive-blog]

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@nocquiem

As bright as it’d been, it left spots of color in her eyes as soon as it disappeared. 

She’d never seen a light that bright. And she worked in events. 

The man gestured something to her - very,very vaguely understanding it as sign language. ‘Mute.’ Her mind advised, even as the rain pelted down on them - no awning to cover them in the alleyway. “What are you doing back here?” All the stores had closed, and she was the last one locking up for the night. 

[scalxwag]

   “Did you hear that rumor about -- Sascha?” Fane asks the other, looking over his shoulder and away from the video game he was playing.

@nocquiem!!

[vinumnocte-blog]

            --- in response to @nocquiem​ here.

      Their teasing is never only teasing - always there is a hint of honesty beneath it, veiled weakly by a farce of simple humor and dumb inside jokes. It’s dangerous territory and they know it and they tread it all the same. The prospect of Abel playing back has never occurred to them, them being all too certain that Abel was either uninterested, too rule-wary, or just plain disgusted by them to ever even pretend to have those feelings for them. 

      Amedeo hasn’t been kissed in a very long time. And when Abel begins to lean in, to move closer, everything inside them stops. Propriety warns against every bit of this and thousands of years of cultural backlash threaten to strangle them, but Amedeo is a weak thing still, at the end of the day. Weak to their desires, their wants, their needs. 

      The atmosphere shifts so suddenly that they aren’t entirely certain whats happened. One moment they’re hopeful, hopeful for even a fake, unemotional kiss, hopeful for anything Abel was willing to give, and the next they’re left standing five feet away, facing Abel’s back instead of staring into his warm, brown irises. 

      Something inside of them shatters, something they have - until now - been so careful to shelter and hide. Warmth prickles the corners of their eyes, a knot in their throat, and even the parts of them that ache to no end are almost relieved that Abel can’t see them right now. 

      “I’m - .... A-Ah, I think... I’m going to go out for a while tonight..” 

      They can’t be here right now, they can’t... they need------

      Fists clench weakly and they suck in a shaky breath, they squeeze their eyes shut to stop the burning and turn and heading towards the door as they speak.

      “I might be home... late... so don’t wait up, or anything...”

[snxwcrest-blog]

starter for @nocquiem

There were a few distinct points in time which reminded him why he preferred to stay indoors on his days off. This was one of them. He never liked malls to begin with. They were little more than centers of self-indulgence. Perhaps this was divine punishment, then, for both the judgement and exception he made for himself. It was not the most pleasant of thoughts, but he could think of no other explanation for the predicament he had found himself in.

It was ironic, how he’d thought it lucky that there was only one other person in the elevator when he entered. When the lights had shut off and the elevator had come to a screeching halt, he could feel the presence of the stranger over his shoulder, filling the space like smoke from a fire. His fingers immediately sought out the emergency alarm, only to find it defective. The emergency lights flickered briefly, only to give out again, leaving only the fading edges of light as evidence that they’d worked in the first place.

With that avenue expended, Felix fished his phone from his pocket, his lips pressing into a frown as he peered down at the screen. No service – so much for the widest network in the nation. There was no telling what was happening outside the tiny bubble inside the elevator, and no telling if anyone had, or would notice any time soon that the elevator had stopped with two people inside.

Heaving a sigh, he turned toward the stranger, fingers searching the flashlight app on his phone.  “The… emergency alarm appears to have malfunctioned,” he reported with a kind of guilt that suggested personal fault for something he couldn’t have controlled. “My cell isn’t picking up any service – yours?”

[scalxwag]

@nocquiem @scriptspoke

Between Abel and Sascha — fane isn’t going to have any clothes left smh

[okamizere]

              { @nocquiem }

                           got catched by the big bad wolf.

         nose found it’s way up to the air, always disgusting to walk through full streets of the city while scents were mixed together. creating something more repellent. able to assign and even differ all of them while one had catched his interest that bad. following the path until his body stopped out of a reflex. eyes searching for another pair to meet. found you, nephilim.

[lamortisms-blog]

@nocquiem ❤‘d for a starter!!

❝ SURPRISING!! you can actually see me, hmm??     this is very fascinating─ very fascinating indeed!! ❞