#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 ? ❞

[alkalinc]

a closed starter for my heart, @devoureden, for ryan & luna.

"i have already told you i cannot eat all of this on my own. it would be in your best interest to sit down and eat while i get ready for the day."

[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."

[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.

[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

[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?"

[alkalinc]

a closed starter for my heart, @devoureden, for alexander & sophia.

when was the last time he'd been there? nearly a century ago. at that time, he foolishly ran off after doing the one thing he shouldn't have done. actually, running off was the worst thing he could have done after turning sophia. falling in love with her was one thing, letting her know he was a vampire was another, but turning her and leaving shortly after made him a coward. however, as he leaned back against the brick wall and glanced in her direction from a distance now, he could see she actually managed well without him.

[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.❞

[bledvencm]

THERE COMES ALONG, once in awhile. That one case, that sends every Fed scrambling to solve it, at any and all costs. The type that left bodies scattered across the state. Leaving homes feeling anxious, and begging for a ending in sight. One that people like ALEXIS, wished they could solve. But that was never possible, not since the one responsible. Was smart, and very clean on each kill. It made things harder, when they kept coming up with no UNSUB. Hours spent combing through evidence they had, which mounted up to just bodies and some half truth testimonials.

Stress was worn across , usually vibrant ocean blues. Clinging to every movement, and no matter how much she tried to take herself off the clock and unwind. She found herself looking around the bar, analyzing every single soul. Who were hear to let loose after their very own, shitty days. A BEHAVORILIST couldn't just, turn off there one super power, just cause they had clocked out for the day. A heavy sigh rolled over her, as she allowed her body TO RELAX, sitting back against the bar stool. The small back of the seat pressing into her back. She was instructed to go home, and get some rest. She wasn't going to be any good to the team, if she was burnt out. Easier said, then done, but she knew her Section Chief was right.

Fingers wrapped around the tumbler, feeling the condensation underneath her fingers, as she glanced around the room. Taking in the other faces, resisting that part of herself that wanted to still work. Hard to apply, but she managed to click off her brain, and just read the room. The sound of conversations carried around her, covered by the sound of the jukebox in the corner of the room. Until her eyes fell across HIM , a male in the far back corner, and she felt herself sit up. Letting her eyes wash over him. Slowly taking in every inch of him. He was fucking gorgeous, and if she didn't know better. She'd say, he was sculpted by the GODS.

His eyes were beautiful, deep and easy to fall into. Something that she knew to well, was A DEADLY COMBO! Sometimes those eyes were a invitation for trouble. But she didn't read anything that set off her WARNING ALARM. And god knew it had been awhile since she had even had sex, or a guy to loose herself in. Work took all the time away from her. It wasn't cause she couldn't get someone, if she wanted them. She turned the chair around slightly, watching him. She was going to get his attention, sooner or later. But if he didn't glance over her way soon. She decided, she'd just walk over and introduce herself. Thankfully, he didn't have any rings on his fingers.

@violentnatured - Gets a Plotted Starter from The F.B.I Verse

[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. "

[deadn30n]

🌿、· ⋆ 。 starter call ╏ @401am

ah…   they   recognize   that   man   almost   instantly.   though   they've   never   spoken   to   him   personally,   it   isn't   a   difficult   feat   to   know   who   Jayce   Talis   is,   given   both   his   reputation   and   his   status   in   Piltover.   Eden   is   but   a   passing   soul   right   now,   doing   their   very   best   to   conceal   their   identity   as   a   vastaya    –    knowing   how   unfriendly   humans   could   be   toward   them.   even   as   they   think   about   it,   they   unconsciously   reach   up   to   pull   their   hood   a   little   farther   over   their   head,   eyes   darting   from   side   to   side,   trying   to   gauge   if   anyone   noticed   them   or   not.   it   doesn't   seem   so,   so   they're   a   little   more   free   to   observe   the   man   nearby    –    they'd   always   found   him   interesting,   but   liked   to   keep   their   distance,   even   from   those   they   deemed   close   to   them.   thinking   on   it   now…   would   Jayce   notice   them   staring?   realizing   how   intently   they   were   doing   just   that,   they   grow   a   little   self-conscious   and   quickly   flick   their   eyes   to   the   ground,   shuffling   their   feet   awkwardly.   they'd   almost   forgotten   why   they   came   to   the   surface    –    Zaun   was   a   little   more   accepting   of   those   who   didn't   quite   fit   societal   standards,   but   there   was   something   up   here   they   were   looking   for.

[pvach]

Oh this kingdom was beautiful!! The King and Queen sure were gracious enough to allow her, a princess of a far away land discuss things and explore their lands, a few toads following their princess by close, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞!!

“ 𝙾𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕!! 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞, ( @𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝 ) 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎... 𝚘𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢... 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝!! ”

Said the blonde with a little giggle, while the Toads go to explore around.

SC

[cragsnow]

@woodcries liked for a christmas starter!

at the last town that they'd travelled from, felix had managed to find a set of red ribbons long enough that when he loops them around the wooden supports of his tent, they almost look festive. all it takes is a little bit of thaumaturgy, and he can make it look as though the ribbons have little flashing lights in them, the magic causing the gold edging to almost sparkle. and okay, yes, it may be somewhat of a waste of his attentions with all things considered, but he's not going to deny himself a little bit of holiday cheer. as he steps back to admire his handiwork, he catches aahana out of the corner of his eye and turns his head to grin widely at her. ‘ what d'you think? ’ he asks, gesturing to his newly-decorated tent.

[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.

[il-mostrc]

Rain cascaded from the gutters, spiraling down upon the slick pavement below. The coldness of the downpour penetrated through clothing, rendering fingers numb and stiff. Contemplating the unfolding scenario, one could identify numerous variables that might go awry, all carefully integrated into the elaborate plan orchestrated by Hannibal. This evening's endeavor commenced the moment he selected a business card from his well-organized rolodex.

In the obscurity of the night, the figure of The Good Doctor remained shrouded, his features obscured by the relentless rain that marred the clarity of his well-structured visage. The man who faced him was nothing more than a tradesman, haphazardly skirting the fringes of the elite circles in which Hannibal had immersed himself. Regrettably, this status fostered an air of arrogance, leading him to display rudeness toward anyone whom he perceived as above his social standing.

Pity, really.

Anya moved with a grace that bespoke her training; a light-footedness cultivated through the art of pursuit and the necessary stealth of a hunter. Hannibal, too, had mastered the art of nimbleness, approaching his targets with swiftness and precision. Each maneuver was executed with a vigilance that seemed to siphon every ounce of energy into each calculated strike against a victim. He observed as the tradesman buckled and fell to the ground, his knees violently compromised from behind—an effective strategy, demonstrating a keen understanding of the dynamics at play.

As quick as the bolts that danced across the sky, the blade slices into the thin layer of the neck—pinpointed at the spot that holds vitals. Blood bursts out from the wound, bathing the cobblestone with red. It lasts only a few seconds before it gets caught in the stream of the rain, the gutter inhaling the life of another.

He's proud. What father wouldn't be in this type of situation? "Very good, Anya." This voice was different from the many sessions he had with her in the office where pens, pencils, and even paintbrushes were once her own instrument in her hands.

Hannibal stepped forward to assess the situation, his sharp gaze scanning the surroundings for any potential witnesses who might complicate matters further. It was imperative that they, too, be dealt with promptly. Fortunately, the man he was about to handle was of modest stature, ensuring that lifting him for transport would not strain Hannibal unduly.

"The rain will wash away any evidence," he remarked, his voice steady and calm, as if death was nothing more than a passing fancy. "Come, let us proceed to the vehicle." He swept his arms beneath the now-limp body, cradling him in a bridal carry as he made his way to the sleek automobile parked a short distance away. In anticipation of this exact scenario, a tarp had been laid across the backseat, reflecting his conscientiousness regarding the car's pristine interior (he oh so loved this car). The rhythmic patter of rain helped to mask the sounds of the night, cocooning their actions in a veil of ambiguity as he prepared for the next phase of their endeavor.

x // @monsterxmade