❝ behold .ᐟ.ᐟ my greatest creation ⸻ detective ashveil riding a stelleron hunter. ❞ — @acesleuth
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❝ behold .ᐟ.ᐟ my greatest creation ⸻ detective ashveil riding a stelleron hunter. ❞ — @acesleuth

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𝐊𝐀𝐅𝐊𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐑 with a second glance when its lid creaked open. She had already known he was awake — the shift in breath, the faint change in the room’s rhythm. Ashveil had always been predictable in the smallest ways. The file remained poised between her fingers until he spoke her name.
Her gaze lifted only slightly — just enough to acknowledge him without offering him the courtesy of full attention. Slowly, deliberately, she let the file slip from her grasp. It fell against the desk with a soft, unimpressed thud.
As he emerged fully and the room settled around him, her eyes drifted — empty bottles glinting dully in the light, pill containers tipped on their sides like casualties, paper stacks teetering in organised chaos. A quiet sigh left her, almost unwilling.
There was a pattern to the kinds of men she tolerated. Broken edges. Beautiful minds. Self-destructive tendencies. She had never decided whether that was coincidence or preference. The toe of her boot nudged one of the bottles. It rolled lazily across the concrete floor, echoing in the hollow storage room before tapping against the corner of the fridge.
❝ I won’t give you work if you’re intoxicated. ❞ She said it as though that were her only concern. As though the mess did not irritate her. As though she did not mind finding him half-curled in a freezer to manage his pain. And she watched him as he dragged the chair closer, all charm and speculation, tossing out guesses about Blade and the Stellaron like he was fishing for reactions. All she offered in return was a half-smile.
❝ Neither, actually. ❞ She raised her hand then, admiring the smooth line of her gloved fingertips. The leather caught the light perfectly. An idle thought drifted through her mind — she really should take a day to herself soon. Something indulgent. The thought passed as quickly as it came.
Her head tilted, a few strands of violet hair slipping loose over her shoulder — not quite as immaculate as usual, but still deliberate. Always deliberate. When he suggested lunch, suggested time, — her brow lifted.
❝ A man with an appetite, I see. ❞ There it was. That faint undercurrent. Double-edged. She pushed off the desk in one fluid motion and stepped forward. Her boot came to rest against the edge of his chair, claiming the space without asking permission. She leaned slightly, just enough to close the distance.
❝ Fine. ❞ Her voice lowered, velvety smooth. ❝ But I need you to remain sober for this. ❞
Her gloved hand rose to the brim of his hat. One finger traced its edge slowly, deliberately, her eyes following the motion as though it fascinated her. That same finger slid downward — over his temple, along his cheek, until it settled just beneath his lower lip.
She pressed there lightly. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to command attention. Her lips parted as though she might speak — as though she might reveal something important, dangerous, intimate. Instead, she simply smiled. A soft huff of laughter vibrated low in her throat — pleased, knowing.
Then her boot pushed against the chair, rolling him back a few inches with effortless control. She straightened, turned on her heel, violet hair sweeping back into place like a curtain falling at the end of a performance.
❝ Come along, Ashveil. ❞ Her voice drifted over her shoulder, smooth and inevitable. ❝ Try not to embarrass me. ❞
❛ ... i fear you've caught me in a bad time. ❜ the doors to her well - frequented lecture hall were always open [ ... ] kira had just assumed that no one would have been visiting outside of the reasonable hours. it is why she had created the chaos before ashveil now : papers scattered, tomes sprawled open [ some even with words aglow 'pon parchment ] as the mayhem of kira's creative process remains on full display.
@acesleuth , liked for a starter!
" i'm tired, that's all. " / zzz
they nod . ❛ very well . ❜ and then , awkward silence . they're long since accustomed to becoming emotional support for others , but what should they say when he only claims to be tired ? they know it's more than that . sunday has been intimately familiar with those kinds of eyes , that kind of expression , for almost longer than they can recall now . ( that was a different sunday , back then . untouched by aeonhood , still under gopher wood's thrall , seeking desperately to help others at every and any cost to themselves . ) ❛ i hope that you know that you can speak to me . i'm always willing to listen . . . and if you need advice , i'm likely the most experienced in providing it . i won't push you . i just want you to know that i am here . ❜
( 🍕 ) HUH ? ❝ LOOK PAL .. Y'GOT somethin' funky going on with ya .. mind lettin' a guy in on what is sittin' inside ya before we talk specifics've what you want my help with ------- figure it'd only be fair. ❞ the half demon scoffs as he tilted his head back to practically swallow the pizza in his hand.
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Eyes of emerald gleamed with childlike wonder while a wide grin tugged along rosette lips.
"Oh my!!! You're a real detective? Like the sort that appear in mystery novels??" Sigrika didn't often have time to read for 'fun' but when she did ... those kinds of books were the ones she'd indulge in the most.
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