Seams

It was a fairly empty night in Gotham all things considered, with Seams trudging along a sidewalk after a thoroughly unenjoyable dip in Gotham Harbor. The air was warm and muggy, which did nothing to get rid of the wet that clung to Seams' attire. The dampness on scars was quite uncomfortable.

Yet luck was not on their side tonight, and they had no break. The sidewalk was quickly abandoned in favor of shady alleyways, with small breaks here and there when Seams felt like they might yell just out of pure overstimulation from the fabric rubbing against their skin and their breath heating up behind their mask. Even with the warmth in the air, they shivered. It was not a good night to be Seams.

Hunting , Waiting paitently for its prey. It observed seams from above . A single owl feather falling in front of seams's eyeline.

They were well aware of the Court; it was a part of their job after all, and this was not something they felt like they should be involved with. They were not in the mood.

It hopped towards another building where the light seemed to hit it faintly. It was young no older then 14 with cropped red hair and golden eyes that seemed to stare at seams curious

They tried to speak but what came out was a raspy jumbled mess

Seemed they hadnt spoke for a reason

It was a fairly empty night in Gotham all things considered, with Seams trudging along a sidewalk after a thoroughly unenjoyable dip in Gotham Harbor. The air was warm and muggy, which did nothing to get rid of the wet that clung to Seams' attire. The dampness on scars was quite uncomfortable.

Yet luck was not on their side tonight, and they had no break. The sidewalk was quickly abandoned in favor of shady alleyways, with small breaks here and there when Seams felt like they might yell just out of pure overstimulation from the fabric rubbing against their skin and their breath heating up behind their mask. Even with the warmth in the air, they shivered. It was not a good night to be Seams.

Hunting , Waiting paitently for its prey. It observed seams from above . A single owl feather falling in front of seams's eyeline.

They were well aware of the Court; it was a part of their job after all, and this was not something they felt like they should be involved with. They were not in the mood.

It hopped towards another building where the light seemed to hit it faintly. It was young no older then 14 with cropped red hair and golden eyes that seemed to stare at seams curious

It was a fairly empty night in Gotham all things considered, with Seams trudging along a sidewalk after a thoroughly unenjoyable dip in Gotham Harbor. The air was warm and muggy, which did nothing to get rid of the wet that clung to Seams' attire. The dampness on scars was quite uncomfortable.

Yet luck was not on their side tonight, and they had no break. The sidewalk was quickly abandoned in favor of shady alleyways, with small breaks here and there when Seams felt like they might yell just out of pure overstimulation from the fabric rubbing against their skin and their breath heating up behind their mask. Even with the warmth in the air, they shivered. It was not a good night to be Seams.

Hunting , Waiting paitently for its prey. It observed seams from above . A single owl feather falling in front of seams's eyeline.

They were well aware of the Court; it was a part of their job after all, and this was not something they felt like they should be involved with. They were not in the mood.

It was a fairly empty night in Gotham all things considered, with Seams trudging along a sidewalk after a thoroughly unenjoyable dip in Gotham Harbor. The air was warm and muggy, which did nothing to get rid of the wet that clung to Seams' attire. The dampness on scars was quite uncomfortable.

Yet luck was not on their side tonight, and they had no break. The sidewalk was quickly abandoned in favor of shady alleyways, with small breaks here and there when Seams felt like they might yell just out of pure overstimulation from the fabric rubbing against their skin and their breath heating up behind their mask. Even with the warmth in the air, they shivered. It was not a good night to be Seams.

Hunting , Waiting paitently for its prey. It observed seams from above . A single owl feather falling in front of seams's eyeline.

They were well aware of the Court; it was a part of their job after all, and this was not something they felt like they should be involved with. They were not in the mood.

“But I do like this offer. I’ve needed somethin’ to do besides my usual. Pretty nice addition to my list, y’know? Fun little challenge.”

>. "Good. Because let me give you a friendly little piece of advice, informant to informant...--- " In a near-triumphant manner, her body leaned forward with gloved hands curled into the nook of her waist. Physically reaching out to her without actually coming too close for personal boundaries.

"Playing nice never got anyone anywhere. Take and take until you feel too ashamed to take more -- and then take a little bit more."

She stepped back just enough to allow the other to breathe, though her hidden eyes remained locked on hers. The masked visage underneath the printed one curled into a mischievous smile.

"-----;; Anyway. I'll be most excited to see what you find out. Oh, before I forget...We should probably share contact information before we part. What's your preferred method? Text? Online chatroom? Morse code?"

With a suave motion, Bianca produced her phone from her pocket on the inner lining of her fur-trimmed jacket. Waiting for Seam's confirmation.<

The broker shrugged offhandedly, one hand reaching into a pocket to pull out their phone.

SPICE. Star anise

WEATHER EVENT / NATURAL DISASTER. Lightening storm

COLOR. Midnight blue velvet or dark purple

PLANT. Red and white roses

ANIMAL. Bunny

WEAPON. Words. Preferably with a backwards spell attached to it

SUBJECT /MAJOR. theatre arts with a minor in impossible things

GEMSTONE / MINERAL. obsidian with flecks that look like trapped stars

MAKEUP PRODUCT. Eyeliner

CANDY. Chocolate covered strawberries

FEAR. Loving people she can’t save

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL. Disappearing in a burst of smoke and reappearing fashionably late

ART STYLE. vintage stage posters, art deco curves and impossible colors that shouldn’t exist together but somehow do

HISTORICAL PERIOD. smoky 1940s cabaret lounges where every magician was rumored to know real magic

WOOD. polished mahogany from old theater stages

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE. Dragon

CELESTIAL BODY. Moonlight reflected off a theater marquee after midnight

ROMCOM ARCHETYPE. Glamorous disaster woman who keeps falling for emotionally constipated men

Tagged by: @foulmouthwarlock

Weather event: St. Elmo's fire

Color: Red-gold

Plant: Spanish moss

Animal: Scleractinia coral

Weapon: Broadsword/greatsword

Subject: Psychology

Gemstone/mineral: Lake Superior eye agate

Makeup product: Body paint

Candy: Those little candy dots

Fear: Loss of autonomy

Method of long distance travel: Teleportation

Art style: Cyberpunk

Historical period: Industrial Revolution

Wood: Ironbark trunk, still in the ground with layers of thick bark cracked and streaked with red sap

Mythological creature: Tsukumogami

Celestial body: Hubble space telescope

Romcom archetype: Either the deadpan snarker friend or the love interest's weird kid that has to be won over

Weather Event: Hurricane

Color: Gold (but they’d say pink)

Plant: Thistle

Animal: Lamb

Weapon: Hammer

Subject/Major: GED (alt. answer being computer sciences)

Gemstone/Mineral: Pyrite

Makeup Product: Eyeshadow

Candy: Starbursts (but only the orange ones)

Fear: Kidnapping

Method of long distance travel: Public transportation

Art style: Grit/No wave

Historical Period: Late 90’s early 2000’s (YES its historical now)

Wood: Spalted maple, streaked and not uniform but still quite pretty looking.

Mythological Creature: Fae

Celestial Body: Dwarf planet, but specifically Pluto. Let him back in with the crew :(

Romcom Archetype: The best friend (who stalks the love interest for the protagonist but has a long-standing unrequited love for the protagonist that remains unnoticed)