#verse <> 003?

[reddragon-cowboy]

@kaizokugaris | spike shares a drink with the greatest swordsman from here

the clear glass rim felt cool against his lips. and beneath his nose, ice cubes shift from the bottom and slide, cluttering against his mouth, clinking together similarly to the airy sound of wind chimes as his grip on the tumbler tips at an angle between his fingers. a lovely, icy sensation opposed to amber liquor burns down his throat as he takes a swallow, adam apple bobs with just two gulps.

spike pays heed to the man who excitedly spouts questions about the bounty hunter origins of arrival to this place, a strange island ( of sorts) where pirates roam ordinarily throughout society, hushed talks of hidden treasure and special fruits of spectacular value. it piqued his curiosity, but he held doubt he would remain on this planet long to learn of their mysteries and perplexities that surrounds those fruity gems of gold. but there was something else Spike took notice of in his new company he found: he spoke as if it wasn't ordinary to hear tales of the accomplishments of man traveling through the deepest, black void of starry cosmos, beyond these blue skies where clouds hover abound as the wind pull a sails fabric atop a vast sea.

the skin of his forearm laid exposed on the edge of the counter, sleeves tucked and folded 'round just above the elbows. and the small glass still pressed between his thumb and middle finger touches the surface of the countertop, and again, ice clink where amber liquid lightly ripples within the glass. he lets go, and a few fingerprints emerges upon the cool surface.

with a turn of his head, whiskey tinted eyes rests heavy-lidded as he looks at the green haired swordsman. Spike blinks and his thin eyebrows furrow a tad, as if to fully register what was said as a dash of intoxication from booze swirls in his head. ❝ Uh yeah ? is that not a normal thing around here ? ❞ by now, his voice had dropped considerably low, with a husky undertone to match, held together by resolution and confirmation tied in a knot, as if starships were the most obvious thing any man or woman could recognize in the entire solar system. nevertheless, he snorts through his nose, a dash of amusement seen where the corner of his lip curls upward. ❝ If i did, I probably wouldn't be alive right about now. guess I missed that chance when my ship failed to explode on impact when I crashed here. . . ❞

in total honesty, Spike sometimes forget some planets weren't as technologically advanced as the ones he's more familiar with. but heck, even earth is practically in pieces and people still utilized ships on that busted rock. ❝ So what, ya'll don't fly monoships on this planet ? Not even cars ? ❞

[cosmicallybound]

     intrigue   flitted   across   the   witch's   youthful   visage,   a   dark   brow   quirked   in   silent   response   as   she   quietly   huffed.   no   one   smart   enough   dared   speak   to   her   in   such   a   way,   let   alone   think   that   she'd   heed   any   command   given.   dark   lashes   fluttered   as   she   studied   the   man   through   them,   head   canted   to   the   side.   plush   lips   pursed   as   she   considered   the   man,   silent   as   his   large   mass   prowled   across   the   room. 

     manicured   nails   tapped   a   silent   rhythm   against   the   plush   fabric   of   her   chair   as   she   considered   her   options.   truthfully,   there   was   little   the   man   could   do   to   hold   her   here   against   her   wishes,   yet   her   curiosity   silenced   any   thought   of   escape.   she'd   heard   the   stories,   well   acquainted   with   the   underworld   as   she   was,   &&   much   like   a   cat,   curiosity   led   her   down   a   dangerous   path.   molten   amber   glinted   with   amusement   as   that   piercing   gaze   turned   toward   her   petite   form,   painted   flesh   curled   into   a   teasing   smile   as   she   radiated   innocence.

  be ready to talk by the time i get to you. @goldenfists

     ❝   talking   is   not   the   problem,   darling.   i   can   talk   ad   nauseam,   but   i   doubt   that   is   why   i'm   here.   so   why   don't   you   ask   me   nicely   ??   i   might   be   able   to   talk   about   whatever   you   wish   if   you   do.   ❞   hyeon   leaned   forward,   body   lax   as   she   invaded   the   other's   space,   an   elegant   brow   raised   in   challenge.

DA Veilguard Prompts || accepting

[claggrot]

@valiantthearts sent: [ OUT COLD ]: the sender knocks out an assailant before they can seriously wound the receiver. - Adult Claggor and Vi, with the Heimerdinger apprentice verse, meeting for the first time?

right place, right time prompts (always accepting)

Claggor looks surprised at the fact that somebody had jumped in to prevent him from getting seriously wounded. This person looked familiar and yet he can't figure out why. He was too focused on the fact that a stranger had protected him.

"Are ya alright? You shouldn't be riskin' your life to protect me." His voice came out firm, the slightest hint of worry slipping through.

[reddragon-cowboy]

Oh ! Both shoulders slightly raise in quiet alarm, lashes swiftly fluttering as eyes blinks a few times up at him. And just as quickly, an apology rushes forth in a couple of words as her head tilts downward, embarrassed at being caught staring. ❝ Oh I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare. . . ❞

He must've taken notice of the glances she snuck his way on occasion. However, could it be helped ? Between their interactive encounter, the way brown hues would ( inconspicuously) examine his face like a piece of canvas that hangs along the walls of a museum, and like any other lover of art who studies curves and shapes that wonderfully constructs the facial structure of another human in their own uniqueness, fascination entices the young woman to observe his incomparable light, a light that shines unlike any other, with an inquisitive eye.

But Niah thinks it difficult to not allow her gaze to eventually wander, linger a second longer than it's considered well-mannered. Difficult to not allow her focus to veer from pale complexions of his smooth skin towards the deep crimson mark that marred the left side area with a permanent burn. And yet, it reminded her of paint, as if someone dipped a brush in a bucket of paint and flicked it as they watched the red goo splatter on the side of his face. But. . . she can only imagine pain, anguish unbearable, as it scorches his skin like snake venom.

Although he speaks dismissively of his injury, it's clear there's a story to be told. But one only his heart could share, someday, if they somehow cross paths again and again over a span of time while flowers wilt when their seasons end. But she continues to wonder what might've transpired when it happened, what circumstances he experienced to receive such a deep wound. ❝ It jus. . . looked like it was kinda painful is all . . .❞

@chiwit ~

"It's not nearly as bad as it looks, these burns."

[willowswriting]

@musicallyiinclined liked this meme for a lyrical starter based on one of my top Spotify wrapped songs. The song that was randomly chosen was i am not who i was by Chance Peña.

"I know it's hard when I'm away. I'll just hope you don't lose faith 'cause I told the truth when I said to you that I'll be back someday."

[reddragon-cowboy]

@fortheloveofpeaceandpeople | Liked for a sentence starter

❝ So let me get this straight. A plant is not a flower on this planet? ❞

[eievuimultimuse]

@eyeknowmayhem | CONTINUED.

     “ THAT DON’T MEAN I don’t want a WARNING, “ he retorts right as the telltale clink of the lock coming off rings quietly through the otherwise silent air. For what it’s worth, there’s no annoyance in his tone or anything like that. He just would have liked to have known that Hob was planning some outing; he’d caught the fly mutant completely off-guard and offered little time for him to get prepared for much of anything.

     At Hob’s own counter, however, Superfly goes quiet for a moment, before pressing his lips together and humming quietly. Not a full-on agreement, but— YEAH, he’s probably right that he would have said ‘NO.’  For no exact reason other than he’s had difficulty finding interest in doing much of ANYTHING for the past— well. For much longer than he’d care to admit. He’s gotten BETTER, but…you know how such slumps go. Once you’re in them, it’s hard to get out.

     ( Yeah, maybe he does understand why Hob thrusted this on him without warning, actually. )

     In any case, he follows Hob in, antenna twitching at the new scents that hit him when he does. Eyes are naturally drawn to the various flora that surround them, trailing his gaze along the various, multicoloured plants with the smallest amount of intrigue. His eyes are torn away by the cat’s random inquiry — which isn’t an inquiry at all, but evidently just him screwing around. Even without pupils, the eye roll that Superfly gives is apparent, but his lips are curved upwards slightly, so evidently he found it funny too.

     “ I think I’ll just stick with my cactus, “ he replies back in jest. He’s referring to that little plant he’s kept in the corner of his office — one that originally was a joke-y gift from— well, it was a gift that was meant to be funny. He ended up taking good care of it, though. It’s still holding up, actually, despite his particular lack of attention as of late.

     “ That's sweetgum, by the way. “ He nods towards the pot Hob plucked from. “ Since you asked. “ Why does he happen to have that completely useless info memorized ?  Who knows.

[sialiia]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ• . ° .┊┊ @wastheheart - continued

ㅤㅤ❝𝓘 often wonder... if I ever became a vampire, how and if my gift would advance. What kind of things would I be able to do.❞ Sydney admitted quietly, blue eyes focused toward the ground for a brief moment before her gaze came back to the vampiress. ❝I hope I'm not causing you any problems by being here. I tend to pick up on things. Sometimes a bit more than just spirits. Information from the dead can tell me what someone is. So... the secret of someone's species isn't all that secret to me.❞

[resonette]

don't worry , god will forgive us .

(   van helsing. accepting. )

" you. "

the correction comes like sacrilege, almost. how brazen the flower maiden is when she looks at the goddess, casts her eyes upon her beauty, and still yet finds the bravery to correct her. it will get her punished, of this she knows, but she is not afraid. not she, who has looked upon the world and found it wanting. not her, who is responsible for the continued existence of her people. she is not yet princess, nor queen here, but she knows she is integral to this survival. they have made no mistake in ensuring that the flower maiden knows she will be sacrificed. that is why she must climb the foreseer's tower, seek his guidance, find a cure for her ailment before it is too late. before she dies, unable to help her people.

" our god will forgive . . . you. "

" but what of me? there is no happy ending for me. i do not get to wed, nor bear children, nor see the beautiful flowers i spent ages of my life planting bear fruit or seed. and what of me, o aurora, for the only way for the rest of my people to carry on is when my blood is spilt? is that why ASTRA has cursed me in this way? is that why you have come to look upon me before i enter the foreseer's tower as so many before me have? i am going to die anyways; i would rather it be at the hand of a man who can present unto me the truth than be laid upon an altar to a god who refuses to look upon me? "

golden eyes tear up, here, wet and wanting like the most divine of waterfalls. it is like she is watering her garden, here, with the way the tears so freely streak down her cheeks, pale skin reddening with each breath the philean girl takes. her hands are overturned, her palms extended. if the goddess so much as wanted her to prostrate herself before her, she would, to prove her point. had the most beautiful of auroras chosen mankind? had there been another to finally, FINALLY , see what the flower maiden had begged for years , eons , lifetimes of seeing ?

" do you wish ASTRA'S forgiveness? because i do. i would throw myself to the wolves one final time if it mean ASTRA would end this hellacious cycle that has been thrust upon me. i cannot remember the lives that came before my own, yet i know they exist. i am dying, goddess, and i am scared. please - do not bar my path. please, o most beautiful aurora. let me find my truths, so that i might die knowing i did all i could. "

[keepmovinjunior]

Meg is staring, slightly perplexed, at ˗ˏˋ @handsomethrowrug.

❝ Uhh. Yeah. Why is Wonderboy's cape ... walkin' around? ❞

[reddragon-cowboy]

it's a melody that arrives unannounced, moreover one welcomed, enchanted in its glamour as it rides on the wind that tussles the collar of his shirt as its presence sweetly tickles his ear. his new cigarette dangles from closed lips as gaze rest easy then, steady and half-lid, as memories bud within his mind he allows this one time to blossom behind gleaming eyes. a woman he once would've given his heart for if only she'd give him hers. a simple trade off. and such a lovely dream for ( romantic ) fools such as he.

swift motion of his thumb presses the lighter's trigger, and an orange flame flickers to life, dances in passionate delight in the birth of its own soft glow where music flows imaginary, kisses the tip of his cigarette inspired of love by: sentimental reasons of its own fiery dominion.

❝ Now... that's an oldie, ❞ dejection sings his heart blue, huddles in close to his chest, speaks as a man familiar to this soulful tune the suit cladded gentleman whistles about, ❝ wouldn't think people of this generation would appreciate the classical arts of the King.❞

it's  perfect  pitch  as  the  tune  diffuses  from  his  lips,    softened  by  romantic  vehemence.    whistling  "i  love  you  -  for  sentimental  reasons"  by  nat  king  cole.    a  carol  NOT  MANY  WOULD  HONOR.    with  hands  tucked  away  inside  pockets,    he  enjoys  the  lonely  number.

[woodcries]

87. do you believe in magic? - the lovin' spoonful

　　' 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒? there's nothing like this back home. ' even as tired as she was from her travels, the warden couldn't disguise the smile that crossed her lips as she entered the tavern. in such a time of crisis, she should have stayed in ferelden, but after what happened to weisshaupt, it seemed imperative to make the long journey there. she couldn't resist the urge to hum and bob her head along before they found their seats away from the crowd. ' i miss dancing. it just seems there's never any time for it these days. '

@nekrotisch / spotify wrapped starter call.

[claggrot]

@fishymedic || continued from here.

Claggor sighed, not having a choice in this matter. After all, Heimerdinger would want him to get fresh air instead of cooping himself up in the lab all day long. Okay, Steb convinced him.

His eyes beamed with genunie hope, "Wait really? Now ya got me interested!" He then stepped outside with Steb, "I'd love a strawberry shortcake cake!" He sounds rather happy.

[reddragon-cowboy]

The photograph caught her eye, tenderly pinched between sharp edges of clawed fingers of metallic design. It was a gentle touch the younger boy extends towards the photo, and just ten minutes earlier, she observed how sentimentality drove him into the fray of hazardous conditions, his figure disappearing into steep darkness of the building through an open window frame right before the foundations ( gradually) collapsed underneath the pressure of its own weight. The block proceeded to become blanket with dust and smoke in its own destruction.

Close enough to feel the ground tremble and shake beneath her feet, Niah managed to get out of harm's way at the time. Now, they stood at a safe distance. A brisk, cool wind passes between them, and her arms instinctually fold over in an attempt to produce some inner heat, skin prickling with goosebumps from the chilly night air as sirens blared in the background.

❝ Yea, I-I'm okay, thanks. . . but what about you, hun ? ❞ Words issue on a soft, shaky note, concern spread out upon her tongue as brown eyes inspect him from head to toe, brows slightly upturned with worry visible on her face. Miles ( 42) didn't appear injured from what she could gather, but it does little to relieve anxiety that climbs higher at the prospect of what could've occurred if things took an unfortunate turn for the worst. Coldness bites at her exposed cheeks, nips at her shoulders, yet she tries not to disclose her discomfort due to the absence of a jacket, somehow gotten lost within the commotion earlier. ❝ You had me worried when you went back in there. . . I jus didn't want you to get hurt is all. . . but I guess it must be a special picture for you to go through all that. . . ❞

@sparkveins

@reddragon-cowboy asked:

❛ it must be important, otherwise you wouldn’t have gone back for it. ❜

"yeah, you could say that," he had a feeling that the building he had called his hide out would one day crumble like it had done tonight, and he could deal with losing everything, besides the picture of him and his father. holding it in his hands, 42 kept it close to his person.

"are you alright?"

[deadn30n]

❝    the  taste  of  food....  how  i miss  it  sometimes...     ❞

[reddragon-cowboy]

@firsthumandisaster + continued

His eyes shut for a brief second while he downs a second shot of alcohol. He lowers the tumbler with a soft clink upon contact with the wooden surface of the counter, and drags his hand down his face as he relished in the reward of that liquid warmth, that slow burn of whiskey prickling down throat. One could observe the tiredness that weighed heavy on the cowboy’s features, evident in the slow motion of his eyes that peeks underneath curly bangs, wanders to its edge as he casts a bored sideways glance towards the spiky young man. Who could certainly ignore the stark RED that screamed loud and distinct against the tawny rundown establishment of a bar Spike randomly walked into? If the chance of a bull was to strut along through those doors, the man would have more problems of a raging beast on his hands than he could probably handle. Nonetheless, it was a comical thought that whisked across his mind as he paid ear to one of the gossips involving the infamous bounty head.

The blonde stud wore a smile, merry and bright as if the sunlight got caught in his hair. Enough to cause a headache if Spike dared to stare a second longer, and instead opts to gaze into the empty existence within his glass, bare forearms crossed where they press into the hard counter. ❝ It does sound pretty farfetched. ❞ He said lowly, loud enough for his skepticism to be heard within range.

Spike considers the rumors to be absurd to believe one man could blow up an entire city, let alone, in the same boat capable of the impossible feat of preserving the lives of innocent civilians in said city. The story itself impressed upon him to be rich full of mystery and mere speculation among the people, and he considers the news to be nothing more than a simple tall tale. Scientists have yet to comprehend the full potential of the human brain and all its complexities and perplexities. But the brain is a powerful entity that can warp earthly realities into fantasies when the touch of stress induced events cause waves of hysteria to roam among the masses. Truth becomes swallowed into the dark caverns of obscurity as contradictions weave themselves into multiple strings of rumors.

❝ All the commotion about this guy must've gotten the word all rattled up in confusion. Can’t really blame them though if people had to experience the annihilation of an entire town. ❞