#vitalphenomena. aria.

[solrites]

@vitalphenomena, aria said: you can go to sleep if you want to.

"i don't really sleep that much." a shrug of her shoulders, though it's not said with that much distrust. sure, a little wary - but tzipporah, historically, is wary of anyone and everyone still. just a little bit. but there's a long line of degrees of separation that somehow still winds up with aria being on the trustworthy side of tzipporah's wariness. "just. keep doing whatever. i'm not like, watching you. i just don't sleep. i don't care, aria. you're fine."

[solrites]

SHE SHRUGS HER SHOULDERS. easy, isn't it? sure, solveig is hyper-affectionate, but she doesn't cross boundaries. she's an eldritch entity, not a monster. "oh, alright. that's fine. sorry. i won't ask again."

that's reassuring, not like, guilt-trippy. giving aria some sort of power, the power to initiate any sort of affection between them. or not. solveig doesn't really care, not right now. hyperfixated on something else now. some sort of phrasing that's been making her teeth itch and think that aria wouldn't survive on like, a baking show.

"we h-have to combine the w..wet ingredients together first." a beat. "you like, a-also. never answered. h-how ... are you gonna be - be in new orleans long? cause - cause if you're lea-leaving soon, we - we gotta make you a lot of cookies."

PART OF ARIA IS FIXATED ON HOW STUPID THIS IS. She doesn't like miscommunication. She doesn't like communication at all, really.

Her feelings wouldn't get hurt about baking. After all, she's merely been butthurt for over a decade about how her father has left her out of his circus full of mutants. She can't possibly relate to how Solveig's attachment style and sensitivity levels currently exhibit themselves.

"Please don't hug me," Aria says, pleading. She holds her hands up like she needs to defend herself. She can't fathom that she ever deserves to be comforted. "I don't want a hug. I want us to combine the wet ingredients with the dry ingredients."

[withbeasts]

@vitalphenomena.

the vice grip that amelia has around this girl's wrist is hard enough enough to bruise, a decimal of her strength used to push her to the wall.

" it's bad manners to follow someone. " she has to look up at her face. how annoying. " what do you want? "

[despiterage]

@vitalphenomena | aria

"There you are, darling daughter!" He does a little spin (because of course he does: who do you think he is, Daniel Stick-Up-His-Ass Romano?) and his long, glitzy coat that doesn't ever quite fit the season flutters along behind him. "Are you ready to spend the day with dear old daddy?"

He pulls the lapel of his coat away from his chest, and with the theatricality of a Vegas street magician, produces two--count 'em, two!--tickets of unknown origin. He waves them about too quickly for her, or anyone to read.

"I'm so excited!"

[solrites]

@vitalphenomena, aria said: what grade are you in?

she's sorry, WHAT? "i'm sorry, what?" yeah, exactly. marianne raises an eyebrow, hands shoved deep in her jacket pockets. "what the fuck do you mean by that? do i look like a child. i'm an adult. i'm not in any grade. are you joking?"

good for aria, actually. nobody's made marianne care this much about anything in a long time. even if it is due to offense.

"what grade are you in? what the hell."

[solrites]

@vitalphenomena, aria said: we missed something. i can feel it.

GREAT. the jig is up, or whatever that phrase is. maybe she should've given aria all the facts about seraphs and eldritch beings before allowing aria to embark on a revenge tour for her. she chews on her bottom lip.

"no. not-noth--nothing. missed." vague gesture with her hand, finger fiddles with her engagement ring. deep sigh. apologetic, almost. "you can't. you can't kill him. only seraphs - seraphs ca-can kill other like, seraphs. you could lob h-his head off and it - it wouldn't change anything. okay? so can - can you just. can we just. leave it. leave it alone, aria. it's always - always been like this. okay?"

[solrites]

amanpal (manny, even, she can call him manny, murdering is rather intimate and puts them on a nickname basis, he thinks) is about to point out the irony of her saying he has an opinion about everything. of course, the daggers work quicker than his mouth, and he makes a choking noise he thinks he would consider undignified, if he ever looks back on this moment.

consider him impressed. endeared. mildly irritated. unable to feel his legs. amused. unable to swallow all that blood. sticky from all the blood that's staining his clothes. consider him, pretty sure, nearly headless. consider his death rattle that could also be a laugh. consider the way he won't grinning, even now, with his eyes rolling back like those dying tend to do. consider another, rather final death rattle/laugh/fuck you, and the way his knees collapse from under him.

consider him dead. for now.

HE'S UNSANITARY, IS THE THING. Aria wrinkles her nose, too, makes a mockery of the gesture so he knows she's just doing it to bother him (which kind of makes her look like a petulant little kid). But she really is disgusted by other people's blood kinks. That's a thing for her, and she finds him repulsive in general.

"You've got opinions about everything, and you never make any fucking sense. Don't ask me for receipts; I'm not your therapist, or your life coach, I mean, fuck."

Aria tilts her head. The blood daggers veer in that direction. Then she nods, jerky, more like she's bashing someone closer to her than Amanpal in the face.

The daggers, countless, plunge into his throat.

She grins!

[withbeasts]

@vitalphenomena.

" i will not take insult to my father so lightly. tread carefully. "

[despiterage]

@vitalphenomena | aria

Cops don't scare Vincent Romano, son of one of the wealthiest and most powerful men on this side of the country. Cops can be bought. Cops can be blackmailed.

But these people are not cops, despite the badges and their impressive costuming. He feels stupid for not realizing it sooner; feels his father’s anger at his foolishness as it wraps around his wrists like the handcuffs that had been slapped into place before he'd been shoved into this speeding van; feels like he deserves to be caught up in whatever mess is about to unfold for letting his guard down in some club downtown.

He feels woozy. He's being ragdolled with every turn and acceleration. But he's still his father's son; still has access to one hell of a powerful measure of offense as self defense. Even if he's not fully in control of his aim or strength.

The van crashes when his mental lash strikes out at the driver and the rest of the crew, and as it turns out, ragdolling is good for something. It keeps him from stiffening up like his captors, and once everything stops resembling the spin cycle in a washing machine, he manages to crawl out of the wreckage with only some cuts and nasty bruises.

His captors are silent behind him, and he doesn't much care if they're alive, dead from impact, or dead from psionic overload.

Vincent groans a few choice curse words as he tries to get to his feet with cuffed hands and wobbly legs, and it's only then that he spots the only witness to the crash: a young woman.

"You didn't see shit," he tells her, trying to sound intimidating as he fights to keep his knees from going out from underneath him. "Got it?"

Real cops will be here soon, he thinks. Even if this girl is the only witness on the street, the sound of a van flipping however many times is bound to draw the attention of a good samaritan or two.

"--you got a hair pin?"

[solrites]

why did you bring me here here was it for this was it for this was it for / aria @vitalphenomena.

[solrites]

"just like-- putting your hand - hand over - over my mouth won't make the words go back in there." she's not trying to be aggravating about the point - sol's just kinda baffled over what compelled the action in the first place. hands come up to wipe at her mouth, the skin where aria's hands touched. impulsive. not because she thinks aria is dirty, she promises.

"it's fine." really, she's over it. the little huff and shake of her head might indicate otherwise, but solveig is rather quick to get over things. never learned how to hold onto irritation and anger, especially not with her friends, people she loves.

"wh-why-- wait?" brows furrow. and now she feels bad, even though sol told herself she wouldn't. "wait - why are you scared? did i scare you?"

I CAN'T SAY THIS OFTEN, BUT I'M ABLE TO SAY IT NOW: ARIA FEELS BAD.

She's still panicking—still panicked—still on the verge of something she doesn't understand. Solveig's hand on her wrist should still sting so close to half-healed wounds, but Aria doesn't notice. Solveig doesn't really do anything wrong, so there's nothing to get up in arms about.

"I'm not nine years old," she grumbles, though she suddenly feels it, wishes she truly were.

"But you're right. About touching. You don't touch me, so I shouldn't touch you, but I—I, like—"

She shouldn't try to explain herself right now. She fucked up.

"—like, you're right. That's all. That's all. I did something stupid. I—I'mscared."

[despiterage]

i just think that someone needs to write a half brother for aria ( @vitalphenomena ) / son for rhett using parks & rec era ben schwartz as the fc, and if someone else isn't gonna do it, i might just have to

[vitalphenomena]

NOBODY EXISTS ON PURPOSE. Nobody belongs anywhere. We're all going to die. Come watch TV?

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[despiterage]

@vitalphenomena | aria (daniel romano cw)

Daniel is not often a man who raises his voice when he's displeased, and this is certainly not one of the infrequent times he feels the need to do so. This--this right here--is just a grown woman acting the part of a toddler.

"Enough, Aria."

His expression is cold like a knife, and just as sharp. He is done listening to her spew her entitled bullshit; he is done hearing about how she believes herself unkillable, and that him demanding she put forth effort into her training is pointless; and he is just about done with tonight's lesson.

Without even a twitch, Daniel unleashes hell upon the petulant young woman, feeding the sensation of boiling oil in her veins directly to the pain center of her brain. She will listen, or she will continue to feel herself cook. And perhaps worse, if such a creative thought flits through his mind.

"You have not earned the right to behave this way."

He's standing over her, that same expression--though notably, now, mixed with and especially sour disappointment--plastering his face. Aria could be so much more, she just needs to grow the fuck up.

"Fuck your father." Daniel spits on the ground beside her as he calls his ex fling by his paternal title. "He is nothing. You, Aria-- You could be everything, but only if you stop with your incessant whining. Woe will not build your talent. Pity will not sharpen your claws."

[solrites]

SOL NODS HER HEAD, seemingly reassured at aria's dead tone. she fidgets with her hands, sniffles again. maybe she would believe aria no matter what. she thinks she would. "okay. okay. you aren't mad. th-that's good."

the little laugh from aria makes her own lips quirk up, but maybe a bit uncomfortable, and she averts her gaze. unsure if she's being made fun of, because she doesn't think she said something funny. it's uncomfortable, not knowing if you're being laughed at intentionally.

but she doesn't have enough time to look hurt or tense up, because all the questions directed at solveig make her blink rapidly, brows furrowing. overwhelmed for a moment. "um - yes. immortal. technically. like me. i don't know. i mean - yes he - comes back. but i don't - don't stick around to see it. when he does. and um. uh." her brows furrow. "i dunno. i've only ever hit him once. i didn't ... i couldn't tell. if he felt pain. i can. so."

"I'm not mad," Aria says, and her voice is always so flat, so plain, that you really have no choice other than to believe her.

If anything, the golden blood only makes the situation seem more dire to Aria, though. Angels and gods can bleed just like the rest of them—but Sol heals like Aria. So there's that. At least there's that.

Aria giggles. Sol sounds stupid. As dire as the situation is, there is always room for Aria to understand, perceive, and respond in a way that's just not right.

"I'm really not mad, and you don't need to beg me for anything." I like you too much. "Is he immortal? Does he regenerate? What does he regenerate from? Can he feel pain?"

[solrites]

absently, sol begins to twist her curls around her index finger, nodding and listening to aria with enthusiasm so genuine it's probably, like, at risk of causing a cavity, or something.

but hey, she can't help it. her face lights up, maybe at the prospect that aria got a new job - or maybe solveig being missed makes her feel the same way aria does (not that she knows that, as far as she knows, neither of them are mind readers).

"if - if you ever find - find yourself, you know--" a vague gesture around her. new orleans. here. "i'm - i'm sure lina would give y-you a job. but - but what's your new job? are - are you -- um. that sounds childish. i was gonna ask if you made any friends yet. are your coworkers nice?" that's the same question, technically. she means it in the same way.

ARIA IS UNCOMFORTABLE TALKING ABOUT HERSELF. She doesn't do much of note. She just got fired from the grocery store. Now she is a bartender, and we will just have to wait and see how long that lasts.

Aria cannot think in terms of semesters, in long terms at all. But to be missed by somebody - it makes her all wavy and wobbly.

"I missed you, too." She thinks she means it. She does get lonely. Her whole life has been unbearable isolation.

"I just started a new job. It's really nice."