#cursedblessed

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𝙋𝙀𝙏𝙀𝙍'𝙎 𝘾𝙀𝙍𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙀'𝙎 𝙉𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙎𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝙉 𝙎𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙀. it's at least their third time meeting and he almost wonders if he is immune to happiness. he knows a few people like that, come to think of it. arms cross, the superhero clearly annoyed by the man's bluntness. the eyes of his mask narrow offering a clear huff under his breath before a whispered ' who spat in your cheerios ? ' he doesn't need to be reminded of who he is. the crowd that is currently forming around them says enough. while the city goers seem ecstatic to see him the man couldn't care less it seems. figures. but admiration and cheering isn't why he does this line of work. sticking out his leg he begins to stretch, watching as one of the perpetrators pulls out a gun. it's always guns.

❛ gotta stretch first !! just running straight into a fight is dangerous you know. ❜ just then the man tries to raise the gun. his speed is remarkable. lifting his wrist webs curl tightly around the gun, the bullet lodged and falling to the concrete. the man's brows furrow. is he growling ? but peter doesn't leave the man just yet. ❛ for a man so serious you have yet to introduce yourself. ❜ hypocritical ? maybe. but peter has a damn good reason to keep his name a secret. where is this dude getting all these guns ?! again the hero knocks the second gun from his hand, leaving the criminal perplexed and standing there like a child caught in the act of stealing a cookie. the leader isn't far behind but he has a few moments to kill.

incoming message ... @cursedblessed. accepted!

JAMES SENT YOU AN IMAGE!

the notification causes a vibration against the surface of the metal cart. you had absentmindedly left it there during your smoke break. it sits there, unopened, for much longer than it would otherwise. when you finally get around to it, you're greeted by much more skin that anticipated. you were no stranger to pictures from james, but those were mainly selfies!

your eyes linger for a moment. a lot longer than you should. you exhale heavily through your nose as the heat rises to your face.

[ sms : james ] ??????????????????????????????? [ sms : james ] are these pictures just on your camera roll? [ sms : james ] no way you actually sent that to the right person ...

      𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇, 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐃. she would suffer every consequence to it⸻ although her actions were a decent change of pace from their otherwise mundane exchanges. attention spans were fickle, and his could be easily lost despite a desperate willingness to maintain it. crimson hues remain stagnant, gazing forward without acknowledging the hurdled object. then, suddenly would all four eyes roll and avert from her general direction. mouth parts to emit a faint sound, sighing as if unimpressed with the attempt. ❛ you missed, idiot. ❞ upper arms folded over his chest, lower appendages resting upon hips. perhaps sukuna knew something was askew, either way ... he gave no satisfaction to @cursedblessed. ❛ perhaps next time, i should stand more still to improve your poor excuse of an aim. ❞

--- ↪ prompt. ( ceremonials and ruin. ) / @cursedblessed

" really now ? hm ... should i be flattered ? " the curator can't help but express some level of endearment behind such an earnest confession ... so upfront, so blunt in a way that never fails to only amuse him. his tone of voice sounded even, so his words can be taken in two ways ... did he find his touch to be so blasphemous, he thought the divine had finally come for him ? or did he bring him such comfort, he equates casimir to some form of solace ? either way, casimir smiles. a gloved hand extends outward to gently rake through atlas' hair ... pushing his messy locks away from the frame of his face to grant him a better view of his visage. " ... it's dangerous to say that when you know what i really am, my dear. "

his finger lingers along the underside of atlas' jaw ... sliding it upward until his fingers gently grasp atlas by his hair. fiddling with it. " the divine will never look at you ... because you are mine. " his tone was gentle, as if he were setting a soft reminder to atlas just who he was leaning against right now. " but that's fine, right ? you prefer me over them anyways, don't you ? "

august  had  first  noticed  her  a  few  weeks  ago  when  he  had  come  to  the  coffee  shop  with  his  friends.  they  had  all  noticed  her  ;  her  beauty  was  breathtaking  and  had  drawn  the  eye  of  anyone  who  had  passed  by.  they  had  been  there  only  a  few  minutes  to  order  and  grab  their  drinks,  and  then  they  were  gone.  when  he  saw  her  again,  he  had  come  out  to  work  on  going  over  his  student's  homework  so  that  cillian  would  have  the  house  to  himself  to  work  on  his  magic.

there  she  had  been,  sitting  in  the  same  spot,  reading  a  book.  this  happened  a  number  of  more  times  over  the  course  of  a  few  weeks  before  august  had  gotten  the  courage  to  approach  her.  curiosity  had  gotten  the  best  of  him  ;  he  rarely  saw  anyone  approach  her  and  wondered  why  that  was.

"sorry  if  i'm  intruding,"  he  starts,  keeping  a  respectable  distance  from  where  she  sits,  offering  a  warm  smile,  "i  was  just  .  .  .  i've  seen  you  here  a  couple  of  times  and  was  just  wondering  what  it  is  you're  reading.  i'm  august."  he  gives  a  small  bow,  not  wanting  her  to  feel  obligated  to  shake  his  hand.

"so  .  .  .  are  we  headed  in  the  same  direction  or  are  you  following  me?"  august  had  noticed  him  a  few  minutes  ago  and  though  he'd  like  to  think  it  was  just  a  coincidence.  however,  ever  since  he'd  died  and  come  back,  he'd  learned  that  things  were  often  never  just  a  coincidence.  turning  to  face  the  other,  lips  press  into  a  thin  line.  of  course,  there  was  still  the  chance  that  he  was  totally  jumping  to  conclusions  here  and  this  guy  truly  was  just  going  in  the  same  direction.  if  that  were  the  case,  the  worst  to  come  of  it  would  just  be  mild  embarrassment  and  then  he'd  never  have  to  see  him  again.

--- ↪ prompt. ( magnolia castillo. ) / @cursedblessed

" ... is that right ? " the raven next to her cants its head in her direction; curiosity invoked in both the way he ruffled his feathers and peers up at her. " hm ... perhaps that's understandable. after all, you are more relative to the moon than ... being down here. " a quiet observation; not meant to deter her ties to this plane, and her fondness for walking amidst the people that live in it. ( he'd be quite hypocritical for doing so when he finds fondness in this plane as well, would he not ? )

" i think it's nice. i know the moon can be quite lonely. " the bird lets out a noise akin to a yawn; beaks opening wide for a moment before he takes a ' loaf ' like position at ophelia's side. " i'll keep it company too ... since i have the spare time. "

--- ↪ prompt. ( magnolia castillo. ) / @cursedblessed

" maybe if you take your own advice, i'd listen. " a scoff follows, an unappreciative expression warranted. " and sorry, i'm not the type of person that enjoys sitting back when someone out there is getting hurt. ... if i can help someone, then i'd do it. regardless of how dangerous it is. " was that a reckless promise ? of course. but is it one that yoru himself would make a thousand times over ? without question. what good were having the powers had wielded if he can't use it for at least some good ?

" so no ... i don't care if the consequences come ' poking back. ' if you have a problem with it ... then you can keep your distance from me. i'd prefer that you don't get in the way. "