#devoreve

incoming message ... @devoreve. accepted!

it's a shock to feel her hands upon your person. not many were allowed into your space, skittish creature that you were. valora was one of the few that you didn't mind in your bubble. and it seemed that she was quick to take advantage of that.

heart pounds in your chest as her mouth is hot on your own. your palms hover for a moment that in your mind felt like an eternity before you composed yourself. just enough to find her waist, far too eager to touch.

you dare find the courage to lick into her mouth. then your thoughts properly catch up and you're separating.

❝ hah — what ... where did that come from? ❞

--- ↪ UNPROMPTED.

" i've always been fond of music like this ... something of the more classical genre, specifically revolving around the use of cellos and violins. " lyra's smile retains itself through her answer, expression relaxed and at ease as she stands behind her bar -- ready to lose herself in the music currently flowing between the walls. most bars these days don't typically utilize classical music to stimulate their guests; often it's something for more upbeat and less mellow. alas, was this type of music not the most fitting ? in a place for people to lose themselves to their whims and woes, drown it in sweetness, or numb themselves from the hardships of the day - to - day with something that will make them forget ? ( that is what lyra capitalizes. )

" do you like it ? " lyra inquires, gaze unhindered as her question could easily pertain to the drink in front of valora or the music playing without context. " let me know how i may assist in adding to your experience, my dear. "

Miko couldn't help herself when it came to playing with the forever stone-faced archon. Despite the two of them being alive for so long—the Electro Archon seemed hopelessly unable to handle resting that wasn't isolating and meditating for who knows how long.

She was in her fox form, guiding Ei into the thunderstorm intensified areas of Inazuma which she always found the most pretty and considering Ei's attitude—it was suiting.

She turned back to take Raiden's hand in hers as they finally reached the mouth of a cave that gave way to the thunderstorm ridden sky. The rain pouring like a tsunami across the landscape and Miko pinned her ears back as she looked out.

incoming message ... @devoreve. accepted!

❝ poetic? hardly. i'm no bard. ❞ still, the sentiment was there. more often than not, you kept your more controversial opinions and thoughts to yourself — so it was a relief that valora mirrored your thinking. ❝ it's just difficult to believe that there are people from worlds that aren't our own. hells, i'm not even sure if i'll see all of this one! ❞

FOREWORD INCOMING !!    always  accepting  unprompted messages !!

it's not one set of eyes that flick towards @devoreve's grace, but two though one hides behind polarized lenses that make their leave out of the room through the other door. after all, she's pretty sure that's where leon went, and she doesn't like all the noise from the computers.

the air feels less heavy once she does, less stifling, less... filled with anger and fear. just an old room filled with computers no one is sure is working, and dust, lost papers, which another woman holds some up in her hands.

all that's left is a blonde standing about five feet nothing, and in an outfit that is out of place of the times and situation. it's modest, and modern vintage gothic and it's hem rests at her knees, where she wears modest heeled boots and smiles too brightly for a situation that called both of her parents here.

that's a bad thing.

 “ hello !! right, ” she brushes her hands off on her skirt, and doesn't notice the dust left on them,  “ we.. need you to figure out- ” she speaks brokenly, with an accent that is scottish in nature but diluted,  “ if these computers can be brought up and anything can be found out !! ” 

there's a viable pause, as if she's forgotten something, where green eyes narrow and she clears her throat,  “ oh, i'm carletta by the way, carletta bushida or kennedy depending on who you ask. ” 

“ woah. easy. ”

caparace-covered hands raise in the air, a clear sign of surrender before the fight's even begun. she taps one finger to the side of her head. hard purple exterior retreats to reveal the woman underneath. she's crouched and pressed to pounce. even as a thin, crescent blade grazes her chin, kai'sa breathes slowly, unfazed. it crystallises, fog in cold targonian air.

she hasn't left icathia for a few months. something happened; she fell down, far into the organs of the world, where purple consumed her senses and ate her alive. she is free now, but the vision still haunts her, thousands of remora swimming between her eyes. is it her duty to warn the rest of the world? would they listen to her, corrupted as she is now? her condition has worsened, her eye completely violet. the person before her is cold, wields a weapon sharp enough to cut through her monstrous hide. will they believe her if she claims good intentions?