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elias de la cruz - intro, mirror, persona, threads
andrasta 'ana' amarin - intro, mirror, persona, threads

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open starter @ rift's end
ryder has heard the news, he knew of joe. would come to rift's end from time to time for a drink. sadly, his death was just another number to add. years ago ryder would be angry that his people were dying in the streets but now? now he leaves the fight for people who are more capable than him.
today at rift's end seems like a random day but some where mourning, others didn't care one way or the other and simply came for a drink. the bar was starting to become full, ryder would welcome the customers; wait for their order and make it. some would sit by the bar; maybe looking for some company or information. whatever it was, ryder was on the clock, than again he always felt like he was on the clock. ryder had his back turned, cleaning a few things when he heard a tap on the table. "one sec," he wiped his hands on the towel. "welcome, what can i get you?"
she doesn't make a habit of it. coming back to the city, her real city. it suffocates her, the memories, sights, smells, sounds, grief. god there was so much loss here. it made it impossible to keep hoping, keep dreaming of something more. but today wasn't about her ( or the way it felt like this place might consume her the longer she remained ) it was about doing right by her family. and so she had made the trip, left the light, and tumbled back into the dark.
she hadn't known joe well. he was just another face around the bar growing up. but she knew ryder. knows him. that a loss like this, a spectacle made by lunemire, will have an effect. whether he grieves, or is simply unsettled, or, like her, is trepidatious of what comes next and what this all means....she has to see him. to check he is okay. so she makes her way to rift's end, knowing that's where he'll be - where he'll always be. it's not yet bustling but still busier than she'd like, too many opportunities to see familiar faces ( and face their scorn ). but there's still space, and sure enough, her old seat at the bar is free. she slides into it, at once an adult desperate to be anywhere but here, and a child so content in this world, ready to fill it with colour and imagination. his back is turned to her, cleaning up, so she raps her hand against the countertop to get his attention. when he turns, she can't help the smile that curves across her features, warmth flooding her chest, some of that weight, that wariness, falling off her shoulders. it is good to see him.
"hey, pop" ana says softly, almost sheepishly. "how about something strong ??"
open starter @ a random street wherever
from a "friend" of a "friend" he found out about the body of the guy from lunemire. they've been quiet lately, too quiet and now they're trying to threaten solspire with consequences? well, it got rook's attention and curiosity. maybe curiosity killed the cat but rook does have nine lives to spare, or so he hopes anyway.
should he have followed his person of interest? not really, no. who knows if they'll have anything useful to tell him but, it's fun and it's not like he's trying very hard; he does want to get caught by them after all. which, he did since they disappear for one second and then the next he's pushed up against the wall. "okay, okay!" he chuckles and raises his hands in surrender. "you got me, i should really work on my skills." if he really wanted to be in the shadows, he could've been. but he didn't. "you gonna let me go or?" rook tilted his head, smiling.
the shadow, shape, spectre, lurking in his periphery is unsubtle. it has held his attention from the moment he noticed them following him. but until now the space has been too public, too open, to drop the charade and call it out. he takes his moment the second they are further from the crowd, spinning on his heels to grab them and press them against the wall of the alley. he's not a large man, wouldn't immediately be considered strong, but there is a sturdiness in his wiry frame, and he can hold this for a moment with surprise giving him the advantage.
of course, as his eyes settle on the face of his stalker, he retreats - a wry chuckle escaping his lips. "fuck's sake rook-" cruz shakes his head, stepping back to give them breathing space, his hands returning to his pockets. "you trying to make a guy jumpy ?? don't you know there's bodies cropping up ??" the latter part is said with a hint of derivation, as if there aren't increasingly bodies in lunemire. joe is just the first spectacle, the one the people couldn't let go of. cruz had let go a long time ago.
[ davika hoorne, ciswoman, thirty, she/her ] — Keep your eye on [ ANDRASTA 'ANA' AMARIN ]. We’ve heard they live in [ SOLSPIRE ] working as an [ EX-MEMBER OF THE ORDER OF SOLANITE/ASSISTANT AT THE FLORIST ], and that they’ve lived there for [ TWO YEARS ]. People say they’re [ ALTRUISTIC ], but don’t let it fool you, I’ve heard they can be [ NAIVE ] too, and they’ve always reminded us of [ THE RAPID CATCH OF CRUMPLED PAGES ALIT BY FLAME, FACES ALWAYS ON THE PERIPHERY BECOMING FORMLESS, EYES THAT LAY BARE EVERY EMOTION ]. Rumours say that they’re on [ NEITHER ] side, but maybe that’s driven by their [ FEAR THAT TECHNOLOGY IS A BLESSING AND A CURSE ]. // elle, she/her, gmt, thirty.
Manny Jacinto as Qimir in The Acolyte — 1.02 "Revenge/Justice"

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— MANNY JACINTO as QIMIR in The Acolyte, 1x06, "Teach / Corrupt" (2024)
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The broken will always be able to love harder than most. Once you've been in the dark, you learn to appreciate everything that shines.
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“She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch she’d rush away again.”
— Glenda Millard, A Small Free Kiss in the Dark
My friend, you dive into other people and forget yourself. Remember to come up for air every so often. Don’t drown yourself in someone else.
Z.M., Even whales come to the surface once in a while. (via slytherinwritess)