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@runaway-saints
Henry "Saint" Saintclair
Born 7.07.//// (age undisclosed)
French mercenary/former spy
More information here.
-> admin intro!!
hello hi my name is evan. im 17 and don't have any intense boundaries but PLEASE keep my age in mind
im currently busy ISH with revision so i'll be semi active. i have a main but as of now im very nervous so i shan't be disclosing it 💀
i think thats it????
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A note, written in small, tightly-packed handwriting that seems to change with every letter.
Ready to take you up on that offer to meet, if you're still willing.
Signed with a relatively crude drawing of what might be a stag, next to the letter S.
Clayton scans over the letter, noticing the deer— he tries to suppress a smile as he quickly pockets the note. Heading out without a word
Eventually he reached the spot a small park which was relatively empty, the less people the better anyways. Was Saint already here?
Saint had found somewhere to lurk (a word coined by Suki to describe the way he obsessively hid and observed) tucked away from the few people in the park. Upon spotting Clayton, however, he stepped out, making his way over in a few long strides.
He looked different, since he'd left that cabin in the woods and come to the Rook. His hair was getting longer, his skin more tanned; he wore a button up shirt, rolled up to his elbows, and faded grey jeans. He wore the same scuffed boots he'd had since his escape from the labs.
Although he didn’t notice it, his face immediately lit up upon seeing Saint— quickly walking up to meet him.
“Hey—….uh. You look nice?”
Saint paused, giving Clayton a quick look. He cleared his throat, breaking eye contact quickly.
"Thanks," he said quietly, yellow-grey eyes flitting around. "So do you?"
“Sorry uh-…suppose I’m being a little awkward hm? How’ve you been? Considering you were half dead last time we talked.”
He laughs softly, trying to ease the feeling of nervousness that tightened in Chest, god. Why did he feel so stupid around him?
"I'm... not half dead anymore, which I'd consider an improvement." Already, Saint had adopted the way Clayton spoke, was slipping into his mannerisms and speech patterns. "What about you?"
“I’m alright I guess-…been..dealing with a lot.”
He frowns slightly, expressing darkening for a moment as he avoided Saints gaze.
“….its nothing really I’ll—be fine.”
"But are you fine now?" There was a gentleness in the way Saint spoke, one he found stayed no matter who he mirrored- the first true feature of him, he found. He had cried for three hours after Lizaveta had pointed it out. "You can come back to the Rook, if you want." Despite the affection he felt for Clayton, he spoke those words more because it was what he knew he should say. The gentleness may be his, but the empathy was still nonexistent. Still, he went on, "I'm sure it'd be fine if you did, and I- I would be happy to have you... close." He swallowed the words, thick as sandpaper.
“I’ll be okay—….just…”
He tries to think of anything he could say to protest, but the words felt stuck in his throat. He wasn’t use to being treated like this. Wasn’t used to being cradled gently. It made him feel sick. Taking a breath, Clayton tried to speak again.
“….The Rook? I don’t think—-”
He pauses, frozen after what had just been said said. Happy to have him close? Saint was happy to have him close. The words simple as they were sparked something inside Clayton, he tried to ignore it— tried to push it away. But it refused to leave him alone.
“R—Right yeah, I—…I guess I could come b-back.”
"Suki makes good tea." Saint's tone shifted- he found it easy talking about Suki, had figured her out enough to understand she certainly wasn't a threat to him as of now. "She'll be happy to have more people around that aren't me."
A note, written in small, tightly-packed handwriting that seems to change with every letter.
Ready to take you up on that offer to meet, if you're still willing.
Signed with a relatively crude drawing of what might be a stag, next to the letter S.
Clayton scans over the letter, noticing the deer— he tries to suppress a smile as he quickly pockets the note. Heading out without a word
Eventually he reached the spot a small park which was relatively empty, the less people the better anyways. Was Saint already here?
Saint had found somewhere to lurk (a word coined by Suki to describe the way he obsessively hid and observed) tucked away from the few people in the park. Upon spotting Clayton, however, he stepped out, making his way over in a few long strides.
He looked different, since he'd left that cabin in the woods and come to the Rook. His hair was getting longer, his skin more tanned; he wore a button up shirt, rolled up to his elbows, and faded grey jeans. He wore the same scuffed boots he'd had since his escape from the labs.
Although he didn’t notice it, his face immediately lit up upon seeing Saint— quickly walking up to meet him.
“Hey—….uh. You look nice?”
Saint paused, giving Clayton a quick look. He cleared his throat, breaking eye contact quickly.
"Thanks," he said quietly, yellow-grey eyes flitting around. "So do you?"
“Sorry uh-…suppose I’m being a little awkward hm? How’ve you been? Considering you were half dead last time we talked.”
He laughs softly, trying to ease the feeling of nervousness that tightened in Chest, god. Why did he feel so stupid around him?
"I'm... not half dead anymore, which I'd consider an improvement." Already, Saint had adopted the way Clayton spoke, was slipping into his mannerisms and speech patterns. "What about you?"
“I’m alright I guess-…been..dealing with a lot.”
He frowns slightly, expressing darkening for a moment as he avoided Saints gaze.
“….its nothing really I’ll—be fine.”
"But are you fine now?" There was a gentleness in the way Saint spoke, one he found stayed no matter who he mirrored- the first true feature of him, he found. He had cried for three hours after Lizaveta had pointed it out. "You can come back to the Rook, if you want." Despite the affection he felt for Clayton, he spoke those words more because it was what he knew he should say. The gentleness may be his, but the empathy was still nonexistent. Still, he went on, "I'm sure it'd be fine if you did, and I- I would be happy to have you... close." He swallowed the words, thick as sandpaper.
You know my name. Probably think you know me, too.
If you have something to say, say it, and make it quick.
A note, written in small, tightly-packed handwriting that seems to change with every letter.
Ready to take you up on that offer to meet, if you're still willing.
Signed with a relatively crude drawing of what might be a stag, next to the letter S.
Clayton scans over the letter, noticing the deer— he tries to suppress a smile as he quickly pockets the note. Heading out without a word
Eventually he reached the spot a small park which was relatively empty, the less people the better anyways. Was Saint already here?
Saint had found somewhere to lurk (a word coined by Suki to describe the way he obsessively hid and observed) tucked away from the few people in the park. Upon spotting Clayton, however, he stepped out, making his way over in a few long strides.
He looked different, since he'd left that cabin in the woods and come to the Rook. His hair was getting longer, his skin more tanned; he wore a button up shirt, rolled up to his elbows, and faded grey jeans. He wore the same scuffed boots he'd had since his escape from the labs.
Although he didn’t notice it, his face immediately lit up upon seeing Saint— quickly walking up to meet him.
“Hey—….uh. You look nice?”
Saint paused, giving Clayton a quick look. He cleared his throat, breaking eye contact quickly.
"Thanks," he said quietly, yellow-grey eyes flitting around. "So do you?"
“Sorry uh-…suppose I’m being a little awkward hm? How’ve you been? Considering you were half dead last time we talked.”
He laughs softly, trying to ease the feeling of nervousness that tightened in Chest, god. Why did he feel so stupid around him?
"I'm... not half dead anymore, which I'd consider an improvement." Already, Saint had adopted the way Clayton spoke, was slipping into his mannerisms and speech patterns. "What about you?"
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A note, written in small, tightly-packed handwriting that seems to change with every letter.
Ready to take you up on that offer to meet, if you're still willing.
Signed with a relatively crude drawing of what might be a stag, next to the letter S.
Clayton scans over the letter, noticing the deer— he tries to suppress a smile as he quickly pockets the note. Heading out without a word
Eventually he reached the spot a small park which was relatively empty, the less people the better anyways. Was Saint already here?
Saint had found somewhere to lurk (a word coined by Suki to describe the way he obsessively hid and observed) tucked away from the few people in the park. Upon spotting Clayton, however, he stepped out, making his way over in a few long strides.
He looked different, since he'd left that cabin in the woods and come to the Rook. His hair was getting longer, his skin more tanned; he wore a button up shirt, rolled up to his elbows, and faded grey jeans. He wore the same scuffed boots he'd had since his escape from the labs.
Although he didn’t notice it, his face immediately lit up upon seeing Saint— quickly walking up to meet him.
“Hey—….uh. You look nice?”
Saint paused, giving Clayton a quick look. He cleared his throat, breaking eye contact quickly.
"Thanks," he said quietly, yellow-grey eyes flitting around. "So do you?"
Slaytown
Amen.
Go here (I couldn’t reblog it again)
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Wouldn’t let me reblog the other post (which is flagged as mature for some reason?) so I’m doing it here! Thanks for the tag @official-buckybarnes!
Name: Kallista
Age: 24
Relationship status: Engaged
Sexuality: Straight
Crush Initial: J
Followers: 16
Favourite mutuals: @luri-isa @itzzkaylaaa @multifandomer537 @birdboycrow and not mutuals, but awesome person: @busyheadkeepbreathing
Birthday: July 27
Favourite song: Youth by Daughter
Tags: kind of already did in the favourite mutuals part
//we met like yesterday girlie I'm honored to be one of your favs 😭
Name: Kat
Age: 14
Relationship status: single and happy
Sexuality: asexual, bicurious
Crush initial: None :P
Followers: 127
Favourite mutuals: the gal I reblogged this from, @itzzkaylaaa @iteasagatha @moon-x0 @foxherder @l0uis-e @l-xwx-z @ladybugfandomfantasy @hydra-failure @artsty33 @notasimpx2
Birthday: November 30th
Favourite song: I got two - Teddy Picker by the Arctic Monkeys and Fighter by Jack Staubers Micropop
Tags: ngl same
Name: Ash
Age: minor under 15
Relationship status: single
Sexuality: aromantic asexual
Crush initial: none lol
Followers: 500
Favourite moots: @loonafan33 @imafangirlforsure @animeweebart @aceontheline @123artist-freak123 @sillygoobr64 @multifandomer537 @ladybugfandomfantasy @helluvatrek @popstar-poppy
Birthday : July 30th
Fav song: none
Tags: already did
Name: Alex
Age: minor under 15
relationship status: single pringle 😔
Sexuality: pansexual
crush initial: m <3
followers: 82 :0
favorite moots: ALL OF THEMMMM <33333
birthday: June 27th
favorite song: lights out by mindless self indulgent (currently it changes basically every week)
tags: @loonafan33 @askx-phoenix @crkndandysworld @sillybeaa @hazbinlover234 @chilljenna @artsty33 @alex-the-fallen-angel-0 @deepleyline @silly-spink @helluvatrek @eiantheartest @deerlybelov3d @imafangirlforsure @sillygoobr64 @stearleart @hollymollykittens @jestersrule @joeywalters7
I think that’s all bye!! <33
Name: Jenna (not my real name, but the one I use on Tumblr)
Age: minor!
Relationship status: single but in love
Sexuality: lesbian
Crush initial: J ❤️ (or B for Billie Eilish 😂)
Followers: 39 (ty)
Favorite moots: idk, i love you all guys!!
Birthday: December 6th
Favorite song: omggg this question is too hard! there are sooo many!! but I can say that Billie Eilish is my favorite singer!!!
@i-need-a-user @philliphsdartarts @fringession @binotsoshybutreadytocry @lameufkoi @realyskp @asoolablossom @tori-spring12 @roselandsrl @winter-depressed-belle @optimisticc-heartss @o-shit-i-probably-fucked-it-up @deergirllll @sfoster74 @yannythegranny @the-gay-nerd @babyqueenfangirl @oma222 @spicy-apple-pie @mercuryinkcoffe @ikissedagirl123 @storieldraw @dema-sh @123artist-freak123 @darling-deceased-female @magickpancakes @sevenyx77 @yorozumarugallery @ryanyeenart @thedamsolangelofan @quirkyevie @wizardgirlxyz @that-book-nerd17 @tao-likes-movies @curls-and-creativity @the-actual-nick-nelson @darcydinosaur @sakrafka @dyinglikeicarus @wizardgirlxyz @quirkyevie @thedamsolangelofan @creepincrawl @smallestcheese @eljneedsomehug @sophiathenorsewitchdemon @fandomdragoness @malkoddith @idkimgayasf @addisonarts-blog @queenofthegays15 @jokerandthethief @samthehuman565 @nobodysprofile @sleepdeprivedfandommess @lexi13art
Name: charlie (in here, not irl)
Age: 14
Relationship status: single
Sexuality: bi/omni
Crush initial: E
Followers: 49, thanks so much!
Fave moots: i love you all!
B day: january 4th
Fave song: dirty devil town (cavetown)
@afriendofblahaj @geese-in-trenchcoats @cvntygalmieks @c0nstantlyscreaming @daddygrimsworld @hairypoppins-161 @helpimadisasterlesbian @i-need-a-user @kingofkaumidy @maniac0903 @reys-just-here @sleepdeprivedfandommess @thatgayassbird @alexgismyguardianangel @chilljenna @darling-deceased-female @bread-with-feet @mast3rsw0rd @finn-the-satanist
thanks for the tag !
Name: lara
Relationship status: single
Sexuality: bi + maybe grey romantic (im still not sure what i am TT)
Crush initial: nonexistent (i have no crush)
Followers: 58 thank you to y'all
Fave moots: i loooooove you all
B day: 17th of november
Fave song: you're asking an impossible question
@chaos-triangle @raynetherainbowwithaflamethrower @lunalovegoodsgirlfriend @faeriesandfables @oliveseesthestars @meopin2305 @regulusblackneedsfloaties @telly-52 @notmyfaultnotmyproblem @thesillytransgirlnova @kaytaygay @alittletoodreamy @poetic-sponge @thesourspirit @villagewitchbl0g @residentfay @jeannefostergoriot @binotsoshybutreadytocry
@camp-jupiter-demigod @twomanyfandomshelp @babyqueenfangirl @nidoole @wheezecheese @boughtmender @idkihadtochangeit @afriendofblahaj @lesbianadhdchaos @pr3ttyj4y @stilllivinginthesewers @adharathestara @dustybookcover @starrylighter
Ty for the tag :3
Name: nidoole/asteria (not irl, my name is lame :/ )
Age: 15
Relationship status: single
Sexuality: polyromantic/polysexual, demiromantic
Crush initial: h (it means little to nothing to me lol crushes are just to keep myself entartained )
Followers: 236 seriously how???
Fave motos: everyone who’s ever interacted with me <333
B day: April 5th
Fave song: it’s gonna change a week later lmao (rn it’s gay messiah by Rufus Wainwright)
@charlieandlolacow @somanyquestions-featuringanxiety @pokerface1312 @tsukiko31 @adharathestara +anyone else!!
Thanks for the tag!
Name: Anne
Relationship status: single
Sexuality: bi?? I think??? Idk I’m not even considering romance rn lol but guys and girls are pretty
Crush initial: n/a - unless we count fictional characters but I’m not even going to go into that lol
Followers: 220 (omg ily guys sm)
Fave moots: I would never betray any of you guys like that!! Even if I haven’t spoken to you, we’re friends in my head lol
B day: July 18
Fav song: I never have one but lately I’ve been loving what’s going on by madilyn mei (the lyrics are way too real🥲)
@n3rdchi1d @hawthorne-swift-enthusiasttt @nevermoorfan6789 @losver07 @goldfishinabottle @yourlocalchronicdaydreamer @yourlocalwhovian @littlejumpingjoan + anyone else who wants to!
thanks!
Name: Atlas (really only on here)
Relationship status: uh, no
Sexuality: pan or Omni, and probably ace
Crush initial: n.o.n.e.
Followers: 35 I think?
Fav moots: any of them. All of them. You’re great :D
B day: one of those ones near the beginning of the year
Fav song: the exit by Conan gray, it’s so dynamic and everything about it just kinda whacks you across the face
@ivysbea @gh0stwithaheart @losver07 @chaos-ducks @93millionmilesaway @the-ineffable-parker & anyone else who’d like to hop in
hiii thx for the tag!
name: bee (nickname)
relationship status: single lol
sexuality: demisexual + panromantic
crush initial: i dont think i have a crush rn??
followers: 252 or smth like that
fave moots: literally everyone??? tf
bday: october 30 :D almost halloween hehe
fave song: it changes a lot, but rn im in a "glue myself shut" by noah kahan mood
npt! @starkayezer @isalikescherriesandblue @hotteststar @whydousernamesevenexist @dont-turn-left @equippedtolove @somanyquestions-featuringanxiety @cool-lesbian-is-here @charlieandlolacow @the-moon-and-stars-4ever @swimmingclass1978 @strawberrystainedfingertips7 @dutifullynervouscreation @motivationequaldead89 @walkingtalkingfrog @uhhlifeig @faeyells @shelbeforgotten @blizzardtheartisticfox @ariam-p
Name: Bliz
Relationship Status: Complicated
Sexuality: Demiomnisexual
Crush Initial: N
Followers: 114 apparently
Favorite Friends/mutuals: oh everyone but rn @deciduowl and @losver07. I should. Talk to people more.
Favorite Song: This changes allll the time but right now um Ready For This from Hazbin :P
npt: @since-times-long-forgotten, @varteeny1234, @xx-neuro-xx @choucon @raeprise @thelizerdwizard @tigerbeancoffee, @astoriagalaxy, @gaylordthethird, @just-some-demigod, @blueishspace, @ladyloss-blog, @thecrazyalchemist @communistcatboi @foolishdreamerz10191 @yes-your-ouppy @iris-entity, @razeeswillowtree, @but-aint-this-texas, @sun13koi, @the-devil-inhumanform @ajfoxships @onyx-di-angelo, @demigod-jack-hearth, @itzcreator-com @all-i-wanna-do, @the-macintosh-system, @m0on-shro0m @kermit-the-fag-uwu, @floral-atom-collective
Name: deci
Relationship Status: happily single
Sexuality: lesbian
Crush Initial: NONE
Followers: 86 (tytyty ily all :3)
Favourite friends/mutuals: @yvvsora and @puriteenism my irl pookies and bliz, @statixmoss and @the-lemonaide y’all are the people online i interact with most :33
Bday: 29th january!!
Fav song: seven minutes in heaven by MSI its really explicit but i like it :33
tags! @the-lemonaide @the-eclipse-is-in-me @gay-little-isopod @gaygirldoodles @demigod-jack-hearth @daonedaonlysk @mayaruinstheinternet @microraptorhours @can-i-explode-now @blu-jayc @insomniac-crow @catinasink @puriteenism @yvvsora @statixmoss
name: addy but call me lemon hehe
relationship status: single but looking for the huzz
sexuality: straight
crush initial: W (he’s taken 💔)
followers: like 10ish?? idk i should’ve checked
favorite friends/mutuals: my two moots!! @deciduowl and @ra1nst0rm-tmblr
bday: feb 19!!
fave song: since i saw vienna by wilbur soot (it’s too special and personal to me to let go of sry if that upsets you)
tags: did that in fave moots 😝
name: Storm :3
relationship status: pringle
sexuality: lesbean
crush initial: Nuh uh
followers: 121 (how??)
favourite friends/mutuals: ohh ily all @the-lemonaide @yvvsora @deciduowl @buggy-moths @blu-jayc @everydayknifeday @insomniac-crow @pizza4avaa @areyoubeingsirius @summerchi1d idkkk I can’t remember everyone’s names I’m sorry
bday: November 3rd
tags: everyone above ig + anyone else who’s moots with me I didn’t have enough time to check all the names
Name: Raine Knifeday
Relationship status: none
Sexuality: gay but like only in theory not in practice because I’m scared of most people
Crush initial: none
Followers: 307
Favourite moots: @trisaratops42 @ricky-067 @writing-books-is-fun @trinketcollectingcrow @anaconda-creates @taffylaffy @stuck-in-a-forest also I’m sure there are others but my memory is really bad
Birthday: march 22nd
Tagging all the aforementioned people and also anyone else!!!!
aw omg ty for the tag!! :D
name: tree
relationship status: I have two wonderful awesome cool boyfriends :>
sexuality: aroace
crush initial: lol I do not have one
followers: like 60 on my main I think? and less here obviously :P
favorite mutuals: oh no. hmmmmm. @everydayknifeday @eggzeroni @twoandahalfdimes @sockssketchingshack @gayfurbyboi @apazwtsn and probably others I am just a fool I promise if I didn't include you I don't hate you forever I probably forgor or didn't wanna bother you with tagging
birthday: january 22
favorite song: give me novacaine by green day!!
tags: all above & anyone else!! (no pressure at all yall dwdw ♡ ily tho)
yippeeeee ty tree <3
name: elis :3
relationship status: im dying alone
sexuality: straight (ㆁωㆁ)
crush initial: S (≧▽≦)
followerzz: ≈ 50 i think? thank u yall hehe ilya
fav moots: @eggzeroni @fish-without-legs (sorry fo tag 😭) I LOVE YOU BESTIES
bdaaaaayy: march 31st (◠‿・)—☆
fav song: this is a hard one.... 😔 but I'll say that "I bet you look good on the dancefloor" by Arctic Monkeys is a current fave!!
tagzzz (no pressure!!): @rambunctiouslyram @sadiesinkobsessedsstuff @hottopic-wannabe @pythonmoth ya i dont remember any rn sorry pooks :(
twirls my hair ty for the tag!!!!!
name: ram :3
relationship status: single :wiggles eyebrows:
sexuality: i dunmo 😔
crush initials: nuh uh 👎
followers: me and my 45 babies
favoritw moots: humm... @stanleyssupervisor & @soapisgod soery ossa i really like ur reblogs 💧OH AND @sschizophobiaa omg pls i cant pick
birthday: jyly 1st
favorite song: right meow uhhhh.... rabbit heart by florence + the machine
tags: lets see how many... @artistic-vixen @cybrrpunqq @davidmasonstits @ediblechainsaw @ghostsiriley @micaheart @pyxrin @sirbonesly trying not to pick the same people i picked earlier lol. ANYONE CAN JOIN 💋
Another one!!
Name: Pyxrin, many call me Rin on here tho
Relationship Status: Single, alas...
Sexuality: Straight
Crush Initials: Not a crush to initial
Followers: 50 big ones. I'm Tumblr famous, mom.
Favorite Moots: @thetrashking-silver tagging u again bc u deserve to know :3 and! @gendered-water I stan our conversations in dms.
Birthday: July 1st!
Favorite Song: probably Stars at our Backs or Pride of a Nameless Hunter. My playlist reminded me of Monster Hunter World again, and that was my first game of the franchise, super nostalgic and a bit emotional for me.
tags: @jeanzoriley-cod @shark-ies @lilbardrhi aaannnddd @rose37373 no pressure on these tho!
Name: Gena
Age: 29
Relationship Status: Married (2 years as of June!)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Crush Initial: Z
Followers: 174 (When did that happen??)
Favorite Friends/Mutuals: @phoenix-gone-dark @lt-artificer-lazarus @lt-banks @lilbardrhi @callsign-fish @las-almas-border-patrol @zero-sloane @sgt-rook @sgt-garrison @flaanon @cmdr-graves @callsign-coyote @feiyunaskblog @gendered-water @hiraeth-muse @itsvargen @irl-roach-boy @john-captain-price @sixkwings @zero-sloane @prowling-shadows
Birthday: June 10th
Favorite Song: Bloodline by Alex Warren and Jelly Roll
And I tag anyone Thats already tagged above, no pressure
Name: Specter or Spec:)
Age: 17
Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Bi
Crush Initial: I don’t socialize enough to have a crush🤷
Followers: 26
Favorite Friends/mutuals: (in no particular order:3) @rambunctiouslyram @jeanzoriley-cod @a-phoenix-must-burn
Favorite Song: Honestly so hard to pick but I love rock🎸
Idk who to tag raaahh!!! Umm uhhh uuuhhhmmmhmmmhhh……..sorry if I’m tagging anyone who’s already done this but I nominate these fine lads, ladies, and everything in between!! @a-phoenix-must-burn @flaanon @thetrashking-silver @runaway-saints @ask-volatile-sergeant
Name: Evan or Ivan ...
Age: 17
Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: aroace
Crush Initial: aroace.... anyway L
Followers: not sure and too lazy to check I fear
Favorite Friends/mutuals: I would have to tag the entire server 💔 love you freakshows
Favorite Song: probably punkrocker by teddybears
Uhhh I'm not sure who to tag because there's a LOT of people. If you see this feel free to continue 🗣️
As promised, Saint was at the proposed meeting spot at 7am; dressed in clothes that didn't fit, hair starting to curl around his ears and the nape of his neck. He twiddled a lighter in his long fingers, glancing around suspiciously.
For a moment, they almost didn't go. Just for a moment, because they really didn't have anything else to do.
They managed to dress as appropiately as they could for a casual hangout (if you could call it that). Of course, they brought at least three brands of cigarettes they kept meticously hidden.
Upon seeing them, they simply spoke to make themselves known. "Hey." No need to ask for formalities. They didn't want or need that.
Bell handed the other a cigarette box.
Saint took it silently, pulling out a cigarette and holding it between his teeth as he held the lighter up. It was a zippo- silver, scuffed up, something unintelligible carved into it.
"What did you want?" He asked. There was no- no malice behind the blunt tone in his voice; he had a mission, a question he needed answered, and that was that.
Bell hummed under their breath, arms wrapping around their body while staring somewhere else but Saint.
"Tell me your reason first and I will tell you mine second." Like someone who had gone through what they have, there's a raspiness and tiredness from their tone. Not quite monotone, rather disinterested in an unintentional way, of course.
Saint allowed the words to hang in the air a moment, blowing out a plume of smoke. He'd never liked cigarettes in reality; only smoked them because it started a conversation, gave his hands something to do other than fidgeting with the wire that hung too heavy around his wrist.
"You said I interest you," he said at last. Already, his tone, his voice, was already shaping itself; moulding itself to theirs. An echo, almost. "How do you know who I am?"
"I don't." Bell was perceptive, had been trained to be. They noticed the small things about others like a cautious animal trying to figure out if the thing in front of them was hostile. It was a defense mechanism part of their paranoia. "Not in a personal way, if that is what you are concerned about. There is just something... Unique about you. I cannot put my finger on it." Or they could, yet chose not to say it. Lying had also been part of the job description for them.
"It is not a bad or good thing."
Saint tilted his head, took a long drag from the cigarette. "You must know something to be this- this interested." He flicked ash off, translucent grey eyes still trained on the person in front of him. He knew nothing about them. His fingers itched; he flexed them, made an effort not to even think about the wire still at his wrist. "And you must have found me somehow. I make a- a conscious effort to stay hidden."
"Word gets around. By word, I am saying that I have learned to eavesdrop." They look down at the falling ashes from their cigarette, stomping on them to hide the evidence under their boots. "Quiet. You sound like I'm a hitman." Bell rolled their eyes, simultaneously taking a drag with what little skinned they showed. The mask had become a habit for them to wear, it made them not see the memories the mirror brings.
"I do not have anyone to tell this to, you can sleep well. I am merely curious about who you are. Who you really are." Like before, they were cautiously cryptic about what they explained or not. Just because Saint interested them didn't mean they would let their guard down
"Who I really am," Saint echoed, softer, curious- though he wouldn't let this curiosity make him careless. "I don't even know who you are, and here you are, asking me to trust you enough to- what- answer some questions?" He tilted his head to the side, the light catching his translucent grey-yellow eyes as he flicked ash from the end of his cigarette. "So, tell me. Who do you think I really am?"
He did have a point there. Honestly, it was kind of stupid to get him to open up without sharing some of themselves first... well, whatever remained of them.
They shrugged, huffing through their nose. It took them a second to speak their mind. "I think you are broken." Bell realized that sounded way harsher than intended. They didn't seem apologetic for it. "And I think broken people could at least stick together. Two wrongs make a right, yes?" Once more, they settled another cigarette for themselves, more to simply fidget and have something to do while talking.
"This does not make us friends. Acquaintances at best."
Saint didn't respond for what felt like a very long time. He dropped his cigarette, crushed what was left of it into the ground with the heel of his boot. The idea that he was broken was one he often considered; after all, he must have been defective in some way to have done what he did to him.
"And what makes you a- a wrong?" He queried, tilting his head slightly to the side.
That question made them scoff, slightly shaking their head as if Saint said the wrong answer to something that was supposed to have a right or wrong answer. "I am not in the mood for that story. What you need to know is that I am not a good man." They dropped their shoulders, turning to the other. "I did not used to be, at least. I did nothing but fucking up. Over and over."
It was Saint's turn to scoff, fingers twitching towards the wire around his wrist. "That makes two of us." Not a good man- that feeling was one he knew well. "Well," he added after a moment, holding out a scarred hand; "I believe I haven't- formally introduced myself. Henri Saintclair- Saint." Head tilted to the side, yellow grey eyes assessing the other. "I suppose it's nice to really meet you."
As promised, Saint was at the proposed meeting spot at 7am; dressed in clothes that didn't fit, hair starting to curl around his ears and the nape of his neck. He twiddled a lighter in his long fingers, glancing around suspiciously.
For a moment, they almost didn't go. Just for a moment, because they really didn't have anything else to do.
They managed to dress as appropiately as they could for a casual hangout (if you could call it that). Of course, they brought at least three brands of cigarettes they kept meticously hidden.
Upon seeing them, they simply spoke to make themselves known. "Hey." No need to ask for formalities. They didn't want or need that.
Bell handed the other a cigarette box.
Saint took it silently, pulling out a cigarette and holding it between his teeth as he held the lighter up. It was a zippo- silver, scuffed up, something unintelligible carved into it.
"What did you want?" He asked. There was no- no malice behind the blunt tone in his voice; he had a mission, a question he needed answered, and that was that.
Bell hummed under their breath, arms wrapping around their body while staring somewhere else but Saint.
"Tell me your reason first and I will tell you mine second." Like someone who had gone through what they have, there's a raspiness and tiredness from their tone. Not quite monotone, rather disinterested in an unintentional way, of course.
Saint allowed the words to hang in the air a moment, blowing out a plume of smoke. He'd never liked cigarettes in reality; only smoked them because it started a conversation, gave his hands something to do other than fidgeting with the wire that hung too heavy around his wrist.
"You said I interest you," he said at last. Already, his tone, his voice, was already shaping itself; moulding itself to theirs. An echo, almost. "How do you know who I am?"
"I don't." Bell was perceptive, had been trained to be. They noticed the small things about others like a cautious animal trying to figure out if the thing in front of them was hostile. It was a defense mechanism part of their paranoia. "Not in a personal way, if that is what you are concerned about. There is just something... Unique about you. I cannot put my finger on it." Or they could, yet chose not to say it. Lying had also been part of the job description for them.
"It is not a bad or good thing."
Saint tilted his head, took a long drag from the cigarette. "You must know something to be this- this interested." He flicked ash off, translucent grey eyes still trained on the person in front of him. He knew nothing about them. His fingers itched; he flexed them, made an effort not to even think about the wire still at his wrist. "And you must have found me somehow. I make a- a conscious effort to stay hidden."
"Word gets around. By word, I am saying that I have learned to eavesdrop." They look down at the falling ashes from their cigarette, stomping on them to hide the evidence under their boots. "Quiet. You sound like I'm a hitman." Bell rolled their eyes, simultaneously taking a drag with what little skinned they showed. The mask had become a habit for them to wear, it made them not see the memories the mirror brings.
"I do not have anyone to tell this to, you can sleep well. I am merely curious about who you are. Who you really are." Like before, they were cautiously cryptic about what they explained or not. Just because Saint interested them didn't mean they would let their guard down
"Who I really am," Saint echoed, softer, curious- though he wouldn't let this curiosity make him careless. "I don't even know who you are, and here you are, asking me to trust you enough to- what- answer some questions?" He tilted his head to the side, the light catching his translucent grey-yellow eyes as he flicked ash from the end of his cigarette. "So, tell me. Who do you think I really am?"
He did have a point there. Honestly, it was kind of stupid to get him to open up without sharing some of themselves first... well, whatever remained of them.
They shrugged, huffing through their nose. It took them a second to speak their mind. "I think you are broken." Bell realized that sounded way harsher than intended. They didn't seem apologetic for it. "And I think broken people could at least stick together. Two wrongs make a right, yes?" Once more, they settled another cigarette for themselves, more to simply fidget and have something to do while talking.
"This does not make us friends. Acquaintances at best."
Saint didn't respond for what felt like a very long time. He dropped his cigarette, crushed what was left of it into the ground with the heel of his boot. The idea that he was broken was one he often considered; after all, he must have been defective in some way to have done what he did to him.
"And what makes you a- a wrong?" He queried, tilting his head slightly to the side.
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A note, written in small, tightly-packed handwriting that seems to change with every letter.
Ready to take you up on that offer to meet, if you're still willing.
Signed with a relatively crude drawing of what might be a stag, next to the letter S.
Clayton scans over the letter, noticing the deer— he tries to suppress a smile as he quickly pockets the note. Heading out without a word
Eventually he reached the spot a small park which was relatively empty, the less people the better anyways. Was Saint already here?
Saint had found somewhere to lurk (a word coined by Suki to describe the way he obsessively hid and observed) tucked away from the few people in the park. Upon spotting Clayton, however, he stepped out, making his way over in a few long strides.
He looked different, since he'd left that cabin in the woods and come to the Rook. His hair was getting longer, his skin more tanned; he wore a button up shirt, rolled up to his elbows, and faded grey jeans. He wore the same scuffed boots he'd had since his escape from the labs.
As promised, Saint was at the proposed meeting spot at 7am; dressed in clothes that didn't fit, hair starting to curl around his ears and the nape of his neck. He twiddled a lighter in his long fingers, glancing around suspiciously.
For a moment, they almost didn't go. Just for a moment, because they really didn't have anything else to do.
They managed to dress as appropiately as they could for a casual hangout (if you could call it that). Of course, they brought at least three brands of cigarettes they kept meticously hidden.
Upon seeing them, they simply spoke to make themselves known. "Hey." No need to ask for formalities. They didn't want or need that.
Bell handed the other a cigarette box.
Saint took it silently, pulling out a cigarette and holding it between his teeth as he held the lighter up. It was a zippo- silver, scuffed up, something unintelligible carved into it.
"What did you want?" He asked. There was no- no malice behind the blunt tone in his voice; he had a mission, a question he needed answered, and that was that.
Bell hummed under their breath, arms wrapping around their body while staring somewhere else but Saint.
"Tell me your reason first and I will tell you mine second." Like someone who had gone through what they have, there's a raspiness and tiredness from their tone. Not quite monotone, rather disinterested in an unintentional way, of course.
Saint allowed the words to hang in the air a moment, blowing out a plume of smoke. He'd never liked cigarettes in reality; only smoked them because it started a conversation, gave his hands something to do other than fidgeting with the wire that hung too heavy around his wrist.
"You said I interest you," he said at last. Already, his tone, his voice, was already shaping itself; moulding itself to theirs. An echo, almost. "How do you know who I am?"
"I don't." Bell was perceptive, had been trained to be. They noticed the small things about others like a cautious animal trying to figure out if the thing in front of them was hostile. It was a defense mechanism part of their paranoia. "Not in a personal way, if that is what you are concerned about. There is just something... Unique about you. I cannot put my finger on it." Or they could, yet chose not to say it. Lying had also been part of the job description for them.
"It is not a bad or good thing."
Saint tilted his head, took a long drag from the cigarette. "You must know something to be this- this interested." He flicked ash off, translucent grey eyes still trained on the person in front of him. He knew nothing about them. His fingers itched; he flexed them, made an effort not to even think about the wire still at his wrist. "And you must have found me somehow. I make a- a conscious effort to stay hidden."
"Word gets around. By word, I am saying that I have learned to eavesdrop." They look down at the falling ashes from their cigarette, stomping on them to hide the evidence under their boots. "Quiet. You sound like I'm a hitman." Bell rolled their eyes, simultaneously taking a drag with what little skinned they showed. The mask had become a habit for them to wear, it made them not see the memories the mirror brings.
"I do not have anyone to tell this to, you can sleep well. I am merely curious about who you are. Who you really are." Like before, they were cautiously cryptic about what they explained or not. Just because Saint interested them didn't mean they would let their guard down
"Who I really am," Saint echoed, softer, curious- though he wouldn't let this curiosity make him careless. "I don't even know who you are, and here you are, asking me to trust you enough to- what- answer some questions?" He tilted his head to the side, the light catching his translucent grey-yellow eyes as he flicked ash from the end of his cigarette. "So, tell me. Who do you think I really am?"
As promised, Saint was at the proposed meeting spot at 7am; dressed in clothes that didn't fit, hair starting to curl around his ears and the nape of his neck. He twiddled a lighter in his long fingers, glancing around suspiciously.
For a moment, they almost didn't go. Just for a moment, because they really didn't have anything else to do.
They managed to dress as appropiately as they could for a casual hangout (if you could call it that). Of course, they brought at least three brands of cigarettes they kept meticously hidden.
Upon seeing them, they simply spoke to make themselves known. "Hey." No need to ask for formalities. They didn't want or need that.
Bell handed the other a cigarette box.
Saint took it silently, pulling out a cigarette and holding it between his teeth as he held the lighter up. It was a zippo- silver, scuffed up, something unintelligible carved into it.
"What did you want?" He asked. There was no- no malice behind the blunt tone in his voice; he had a mission, a question he needed answered, and that was that.
Bell hummed under their breath, arms wrapping around their body while staring somewhere else but Saint.
"Tell me your reason first and I will tell you mine second." Like someone who had gone through what they have, there's a raspiness and tiredness from their tone. Not quite monotone, rather disinterested in an unintentional way, of course.
Saint allowed the words to hang in the air a moment, blowing out a plume of smoke. He'd never liked cigarettes in reality; only smoked them because it started a conversation, gave his hands something to do other than fidgeting with the wire that hung too heavy around his wrist.
"You said I interest you," he said at last. Already, his tone, his voice, was already shaping itself; moulding itself to theirs. An echo, almost. "How do you know who I am?"
"I don't." Bell was perceptive, had been trained to be. They noticed the small things about others like a cautious animal trying to figure out if the thing in front of them was hostile. It was a defense mechanism part of their paranoia. "Not in a personal way, if that is what you are concerned about. There is just something... Unique about you. I cannot put my finger on it." Or they could, yet chose not to say it. Lying had also been part of the job description for them.
"It is not a bad or good thing."
Saint tilted his head, took a long drag from the cigarette. "You must know something to be this- this interested." He flicked ash off, translucent grey eyes still trained on the person in front of him. He knew nothing about them. His fingers itched; he flexed them, made an effort not to even think about the wire still at his wrist. "And you must have found me somehow. I make a- a conscious effort to stay hidden."
So…
How long do you plan on staying at the Rook exactly?
It’d be nice to…catch up Y’know?
- @ask-hudsons-protege
I don't know. 'S nice here- I can meet you halfway somewhere, if you want?
Wouldn't mind seeing you.
Does, ██████ sound fine? It’s not too far from the Rook anyways. Heard it’s a nice area to…
I'll be waiting.
As promised, Saint was at the proposed meeting spot at 7am; dressed in clothes that didn't fit, hair starting to curl around his ears and the nape of his neck. He twiddled a lighter in his long fingers, glancing around suspiciously.
For a moment, they almost didn't go. Just for a moment, because they really didn't have anything else to do.
They managed to dress as appropiately as they could for a casual hangout (if you could call it that). Of course, they brought at least three brands of cigarettes they kept meticously hidden.
Upon seeing them, they simply spoke to make themselves known. "Hey." No need to ask for formalities. They didn't want or need that.
Bell handed the other a cigarette box.
Saint took it silently, pulling out a cigarette and holding it between his teeth as he held the lighter up. It was a zippo- silver, scuffed up, something unintelligible carved into it.
"What did you want?" He asked. There was no- no malice behind the blunt tone in his voice; he had a mission, a question he needed answered, and that was that.
Bell hummed under their breath, arms wrapping around their body while staring somewhere else but Saint.
"Tell me your reason first and I will tell you mine second." Like someone who had gone through what they have, there's a raspiness and tiredness from their tone. Not quite monotone, rather disinterested in an unintentional way, of course.
Saint allowed the words to hang in the air a moment, blowing out a plume of smoke. He'd never liked cigarettes in reality; only smoked them because it started a conversation, gave his hands something to do other than fidgeting with the wire that hung too heavy around his wrist.
"You said I interest you," he said at last. Already, his tone, his voice, was already shaping itself; moulding itself to theirs. An echo, almost. "How do you know who I am?"
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As promised, Saint was at the proposed meeting spot at 7am; dressed in clothes that didn't fit, hair starting to curl around his ears and the nape of his neck. He twiddled a lighter in his long fingers, glancing around suspiciously.
For a moment, they almost didn't go. Just for a moment, because they really didn't have anything else to do.
They managed to dress as appropiately as they could for a casual hangout (if you could call it that). Of course, they brought at least three brands of cigarettes they kept meticously hidden.
Upon seeing them, they simply spoke to make themselves known. "Hey." No need to ask for formalities. They didn't want or need that.
Bell handed the other a cigarette box.
Saint took it silently, pulling out a cigarette and holding it between his teeth as he held the lighter up. It was a zippo- silver, scuffed up, something unintelligible carved into it.
"What did you want?" He asked. There was no- no malice behind the blunt tone in his voice; he had a mission, a question he needed answered, and that was that.
So…
How long do you plan on staying at the Rook exactly?
It’d be nice to…catch up Y’know?
- @ask-hudsons-protege
I don't know. 'S nice here- I can meet you halfway somewhere, if you want?
Wouldn't mind seeing you.
