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@dcstinythief​ || Raven || plotted starter

True to its name The Heating Coil decks out a darkened room with deep wells of fake fires in every corner and cranny. Ribbons of red-orange illuminated fabric dance just like the revelers in the middle of bare bones pyrotechnics. One large stage and one large room with a bar on the backside, it makes for a simple but intimate performance space - more of an auditorium than a nightclub.

Does it suit the level of dramatic grandeur Briar aspires to? No. Is it a great place to gain exposure for its ease of access within a strip of similar evening events? Hell yeah. 

A cuban-heeled boot resets Harmonizer’s kickstand as she hauls her up over the riveted pauldrons of a leather jacket to match tight leather pants, and takes her rightful place for the next hour at the mic. 

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Throat raw, and muscles sore from harsh beat dancing, jamming on chords and keys, and even the occasional headbang, still Briar plays on. One more song to let every piece of her explode from her chest and leave her soul behind on the stage, hoping beyond hope it can feed the crowd in ways money might not even manage. ...Or else incite enough rage to provoke rising above such a station.

Is it sick of me to feed the animal in you? Is it sick to say I tease the hunter like I do? Is it sick of me to watch the wicked way you thrill? Is it sick to say I live to break your will?

Are you sick like me? 

Flocks of people flow to and fro to check out what the local music scene has to offer. Briar busts her butt, works her tail off to make an impression on a weary audience looking for an out from the harsh reality imposed upon them from the likes of Jaques Schnee and, lately, the Atlas Military beginning to promise their own brand of ‘protection.’ As if they have any clue.

At least, maybe, Briar can offer some solace with a beautiful face, beautiful voice, and beautiful melody. Even amidst the darkness carried in her own soul and the neglected alleys of Mantle.

Am I beautiful as I tear you to pieces? Am I beautiful? Even at my ugliest, you always say  I'm beautiful As you tear me to pieces, you are beautiful Even at your ugliest, I always say

You're beautiful and sick like me

The unfamiliar voice doesn’t register as having been directed toward her, not right away. There are enough people around that Raven could easily have stepped into conversation intended for someone else, and that she really only needs to tie up her hair and dress in summer tones to avoid drawing attention as the notorious Branwen Queen. Yet as she looks over him but briefly her eye is drawn back, thanks to the contact made.

Underneath the over overlarge brim of his hat the stranger is looking directly at her.

Only then do his words sink in. Pointed, potent, and glaringly personal. Raven is immediately on guard. Her hand shifts subconsciously in search of Omen but finds nothing where its hilt should be. Of course not; she’d left her signature weapon back at camp, lest it make her silhouette too easy to recognize.

“Who are you to talk to me like this?”

Cool grey eyes looked past her gaze. Breeze beneath black wings, feathers falling, memories left in her wake as the sea remembers a storm. Sunlit heart hollowed, hungry, hurting. I know, I know. A warm chest pressed against my ear, toes sinking into bruised grass. Flowers turn their faces toward the sun. Home. With lilac eyes that so matched mine, little fists imploring, imprisoning, wrapped around just one finger. Fragile and fleeting, small and soft and stunning. I’m not enough. She would know. Chai and cherry on her clothes, dark and warm, but I’m not her.

“They wanted the raven to stay, but that isn’t what ravens do,” Cole murmured in hushed tones, ducking his gaze into the shadows beneath his hat.

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“...You make me tongue tied and I don’t know what to do about it.” His cheeks were flushed a little, contemplating his hands in his lap. They were sharing headphones, music playing on his scroll and set between them. There shouldn’t be much talking, but sitting this close with Raven Branwen was making him jittery. 

i will write this one more seriously. stat is a very sweet soul. they don’t like it when im being self depreciating towards my writing/blog or when im slightly putting myself down. they shut it down immediately. so get yourself a friend like stat. 

stat writes the most amazing branwen tribe lore. i go to stat for all my tribe questions and i love the oc they made for the twins mom. i really love love love love love morrigan and i hate hate hate hate hate the small thing i wrote where clover kills her on orders. stat never lets me forget it. it was a Mistake! forgive me! take me back!

send me a 🌻 and ill just tell you whatever the fck i want || @dcstinythief

i really really like your mercury black muse and i adore him in every au/verse you have developed for him. to be honest i never gave him a thought; only had this view of him as another bad guy i don’t have the time to care for. but you stat, you literally have me making another muse just so i could have the opportunity to write more with your merc muse. i don’t know how you do it. everything you write is just SO GOOD. i really don’t know how you did it because my muses have in no way interacted with your merc muse. i love hearing about him from you. I DON’T KNOW HOW YOU DID IT but here i am loving this tsun boy. i went back to watch all his fights and i cheered when i got his card in amity arena. again, i really don’t know you did it, but this some witchcraft i swear. you really got me loving mercury black.