#arcadeblues

@arcadeblues​​ asked —  ❝how’d you get an invite?❞

   ❝Oh, you know, a raven flew in my window with this ornate envelope,❞ the blonde shrugged, eyes roaming the crowd before settling on the person who had spoken to her. She then shrugged her shoulders before responding with a more serious answer, ❝The same as anyone else, I suppose. I knew someone who knew someone. You?❞

  At  first,  Aurora  had  been  too  stupefied  to  speak.  Her  roseate  lips  parted  with  a  sharp  inhale  of  the  night  air,  but  the  words  died  on  the  tip  of  her  tongue  before  they  dared  slip.  Those  doe-like  eyes  were  the  size  of  saucers  simply  gawking  at  him.  Then  as  faint  as  gossamer,  a  line  drew  on  her  forehead  —    deepening  by  the  second.

  “  You’re  dismissing  it  ? ”   she  echoed,  indignant.   “  Wha,  you’re  really  gonna  dismiss  my  idea  of  matching  unicorn  onesies  ?   That’s  rude  ! ”    The  words  made  the  situation  more  real  and  so  she  glared  at  him  like  a  petulant  child.  

  It  was  a  scene  eerily  similar  to  when  they  were  children.  She  had  the  same  demanding  eyes  and  the  same  pout  when  she  wouldn’t  get  her  way.  Perhaps,  the  only  difference  was  that  she  wasn’t  as  temperamental  as  she  was  then.  Though  she  was  easily  more  challenging  than  she  used  to  be.

  “  And  I’m  not  even  doing  anything  chaotic.  Well,  at  least  not  right  now  You  know  this  is  exactly  like  the  time  when  I  was  seven  and  you  didn’t  let  me  chase  after  that  loose  goose,  It  was  such  a  cool  goose  too.  ”   she  admitted  defeat.

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he’s stumbled upon something he probably wasn’t meant to see. once again. how the fuck is this is life? and why the fuck is he always the one to stumble upon things he’s not meant to see? goddamn.

a monster. a fucking monster made of shadow and smoke, with ridged skin and red, protruding eyes. claws. fangs. a prehensile tail. he thinks of malevolent yokai, then. of all the evil spirits in the folktales of old.

and then, there is udyati, looking straight up like one of those evil spirits. wings made of string and thread have sprouted from her back. and she doesn’t have two arms, but many. oh, so many. so many arms, so many weapons. it’s almost dizzying. almost, but not quite.

she takes aim. she throws. a barrage of weapons embed themselves into whatever the fuck that monster is. it vanishes, leaving nothing behind but a dying screech and the smell of ashes upon the wind.

the strings and the threads vanish as if they’d never been there at all.

and there’s someone else with her, too, julian realizes, when the guy - light brown skin, long hair, tall, lethal - grins a grin made of broken glass and says: “it looks like we are not alone, after all. your boyfriend saw everything. he looks as though he is about to run. but i suppose you are used to it by now, are you not, people who run from you?” 

it’s then and only then that she turns around. that she sees him. that she takes him in.

she turns back to whoever this guy is to her and bares her teeth. she actually bares her fucking teeth and spits: “i hate you, sharad. i hate everything you stand for. i don’t know why archana is seeing you. i don’t know why we were ever friends. i hate you.” that only makes him grin wider. he gives julian a lazy two-fingered salute: “this world is not made for people like you. all this money - all this power - and it will not keep you safe. she will get you killed. though perhaps that is what you are looking for. i know shadows, pretty boy, and you have a lot of those.”

then, the shadows he so deftly speaks of swallow him whole.

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— RONI was running behind. This was, unfortunately, very on brand for the young woman. She thought things would definitely be better if her parents just let her get a car, but noooooooo, that was too much. She couldn’t be trusted to drive. Or some shit like that. She felt it was all bullshit it wasn’t. 

   SO, instead of being able to get into a car and drive off to work, Roni was sprinting as fast as she could. It didn’t help that her bike currently had a flat tire too. Luck was just not on her side today. 

   VERONICA wasn’t looking where she was going, not really. She was thinking five moves ahead — thinking of a good excuse for her boss as to why she was late. Because of this, she didn’t notice the person practically right in front of her until she plowed straight into him. Losing her balance, she fell back onto ass, swearing under her breath. It was only after she realized what happened that she was back on her feet and profusely apologizing. 

    ❝SHIT, I am so sorry. You good?❞ She asked, rubbing at her tailbone as she spoke. Damn, that had hurt. 

the way jules tucks some stray hairs behind her ear, in a gesture so tender it almost makes her heart ache, shouldn’t feel the way it does. it shouldn’t feel so electric. for a moment, she feels as though she’s a bunny, caught in a julian devereaux shaped snare.

he’s got alcohol in his system and she? she’s only just finished her first and last drink: a glass of red wine. alcohol loosens her tongue and at some point, it’ll make her sleepy. but for now, she’s got enough wits about her to speak.

“they say drunk words are sober thoughts but i don’t think you really mean what you said.” doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting, though. it does. just a bit. then again, doesn’t the truth always sting? “if you did, you would’ve been gone by now, jules. you wouldn’t have stayed. you wouldn’t have tucked a bit of my hair behind my ear.”

he’s always been beautiful in a way those marble statues are: they are to be admired from afar. never up close where the imperfections become visible. never up close where she can take in his kind eyes, the column of his throat, his mouth. 

udyati swallows audibly and tries her best to ignore the sudden spark that sets her blood ablaze. wills it to pass because jules is a friend and it’s probably the alcohol she’s consumed and no way someone like him would ever see someone like her the way she wants to be seen and, and, and---

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01: julian glances at her, tells her that she seems lost, and suddenly there's a wave roaring in udyati's ears, drowning everything out. somehow, she turns her head and glances back at him with distrustful eyes, and tells him, quite pointedly, what she thinks of that assessment.

02: udyati doesn't know how fast she needs to turn her head away when she's caught. her glance must've burned. and now his burns her too. because he's not letting up. not until she raises her head. and she does, sheepishly. a small smile, and a wave, and then she rounds the nearest corner, ducks away again.

03: she tells him, softly, that she still believes in happiness. that it's not a myth. perhaps it's not really in the cards for her anymore, but, hey, if the people she loves are happy, well, then udyati's happy too. or as close as she can come to it. when she looks up, julian is glancing at her, and she glances back at him, an unspoken question in her eyes.

04: for a lonely, rich guy who's a couple of years older than her, he seems to be quite adept at reading her, and gods, udyati doesn't know if she should love it or hate it. because it takes a glance at her blue lips for him to get up and get her a latte macchiato. and when he passes it to her, she glances back at him, and thanks him, voice ever quiet, while her grin is anything but.