#divinityblink

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now i know how you really see him ;_;

      ❝ hello. do ya need anythin’? we’re boutta close down for the day,          but i’ll help ya all i can. ❞ 

     From the corners of the abandoned room, shadows were stolen-- torn and dragged from their peace to the conglomerate between upturned dusty furniture and  a half circle of splattered blood. The  dark substance gathered and thickened,mystery built itself upon legend, energy taken from the air to give mass, the  rising figure that formed was no less short of magic.  The air chilled, stagnated, held its breathe as black receded  from  long blond hair into  the fabric the emerging man wore.

      Fully realized, the Servant’s heels clicked on the tile. He did not have to see the blood at his feet to acknowledge its presence. The smell was enough-- pungent and fresh enough to make his teeth numb.  Furrowing his brows, the darkness of the room posed no problem, it was the the weak tether to this realm. Servants were supplied with mana by their masters, he knew, a contracted bond.

    Flesh stretched over legends but curses prickled under his skin as well as growing  impatience.               But then..                              Breath.                                         Soft, but heard.         Slowly, blue eyes  turned their gaze around to find a young man under the  limp body of another. In the low light, his irises seemed to gleam.  Finally he spoke, voice low.                                                                                            “ Ah, you.  Are you badly injured? “

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“Those goddamn weather forecasts are always wrong when I need them to be right!” Ophelia grumbled loudly as she burst in, stripping off her snow-frosted coat and tossing her umbrella into the nearest bucket. She took the time to hang up her coat somewhere, still grumbling in her mind over having to spend most of her day stomping through snow and slush. It wasn’t until she managed to strip off her boots in place of slippers that she noticed a strange man wandering around the restaurant portion of her inn. Who would make their way over here in this snow though, she thought to herself before peeking into the dining area herself. 

Send ☄ for one random headcanon I have for my muse!

Adara’s got little dimples when she grins!

Likes to take pictures on her phone a lot (mostly plants or her friend’s pets)

The shortest length Adara cut her hair was a chin-length bob

Favorite fruit: strawberroes

Keeps a tube of lipstick in her bag when she heads out, just in case