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   Zora knew that Joaquin would say something of that sort, but it wouldn’t stop them from showing even in a fairly simple way their appreciation for him. “I know I didn’t have to but I wanted to. Consider it another way of me just.. looking out for things that you like.“ It was really know problem for Z to give him something practical that he could use, it felt like the best gift if anything to give.

@im-the-worst-rper-ever​​ said:                    ♡ (thirteen plz ^3^)

@hcppiier​ said:                   εжз, ✉, ♡ ( for thirteen ! )

εжз : What about nature do they find calming? What about nature do they find disagreeable?

He likes calmness. Repetitiveness. So waves against the shore, birds singing, a breeze in leaves, th sound of chirping crickets. But he has an issue with anything that could jump him. So he can get inwardly nervous around dogs. Not a fan of the buzzing of insects either. (He likes dogs but if he doesn’t know him and they randomly bark etc it spikes his fight or flight instinct instantly. Usually, fight. Not that he does, won’t hurt anyone for startling him. But his tension is up to 90% for a few moments.)

✉ : Do they tend to rely on words or actions more?

Action. He is actually kind of bad with words. He doesn’t know what to say in many situations. Especially anything that involves giving comfort. Because he didn’t receive it often. And the kind he got was poisoned and nothing more than another way to manipulate and twist him. So instead of pretty words he’ll maybe join someone in silence. Or go fix the thing that bothers them instead of talking about it.

♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back.

Incenser burned to honor Mars filled the hall. Columns and statues carved out of concrete that had once built the old world, no to honor the new world and it’s new God. A deep masculine scent, pepper, tobacco, and other herbs. Tredecim had never learned what the herbs were used for Mars incense, just that even years later when he was smelling something that even remotely reminded of it, he would for a moment find himself back in that hall. Kneeling as he heard the Priestesses speak of honor, of death, of the Greatness of Mars. He’d remember the gentle touch the woman had when he was victorious in a fight. Gentle hands patting his hair and blessing him. He remembered older hands when he turned an adult. He remembered the God running his fingers through Tredecim’s black hair as he read to him. Never taught the soldier how to read himself. But if he followed rules well, and pleased the God he’d learn of long fallen worlds, writers and the written word became a blessing. For a moment he’d miss those moments, That protected community that gave support as long as he followed. As long as he only lived for the Son of Mars. It’s just moments later when he shudders and turns away.

she can’t even remember what they were watching-- she’d agreed to the movie night to distract herself from the noise of work-- the buzz of horrible images that she’d had to sort meant that she needed something soft for a little while.  blankets, warmth and movies that could make her giggle felt like softness. and sometimes so did damien.

the happiest place wasn´t yet open and gave them enough privacy to work out grief that had resulted from the past. additionally, it was a save space for him and made him feel more confident to be honest with her. william had his mind set on laying it all open to her today. if he wanted another chance with clem and wanted to finally live a proper adult life then he owed it to her.

no matter how long he´d thought about seeing her again, when she walked through the bar which they once thought would be their project as partners, he was baffled. by her beauty and by the grace, by the confidence she brought to the room. and it all made sense for a moment. it made sense that he had thought she would be the one. even if he had been the part to ruin it all, billie really had believed that clem and he would get through it all. or maybe he had hoped for it. had hoped for a little bit of normality in his life, just to bring more distance between him and his own family tragedy. but of course he had to go and ruin it.

he breathed out with a soft sigh, half a smile appearing on his lips as he stepped out from behind the bar. “clem.” blue eyes focused directly at her. “you look lovely. welcome.” naturally, william stepped towards her. how did one great their ex-spouse? it was probably inappropriate but he kissed her cheek and held her hip anyway, hoping for anything, really just anything to tickle inside his chest, to bring back the feelings he craved so much. billie waited for it. but with the talk they had to have in sight … there was nothing. “would you like coffee?” the irishman offered in an attempt to make the situation less tense. 

although on the outside, he is cool, his insides burned with an incomprehensible fury. he stares down at his bike, the wheel bent almost in half. “if...” he begins, breathing deep, “you had been watching where you were going, i would not have had to swerve out of the way.”

"Go away -- You can have Aubrey later, I never get to have her." Erebus huffed towards Ozemir, who was definitely annoyed that Aubrey was suddenly taken from him. Erebus, just as Aubrey, was simply feeling rather affectionate today. Regardless, the man was already holding Aubrey's hand and walking ahead as he pulled her close beside him. His head gently leaning onto her shoulder as fingers brushed her thumb. Eventually moving his head so she can rest hers on his shoulder and his on top of hers

love on Aubrey!!!

Erebus was just as much of a miniature steamroller as she was ... and she damn well knew it. Unable to help how she was laughing at the interaction between two very important men in her life, she let herself be tugged along, giving Ozemir what she hoped was a passably hopeless look and a shrug before her full attention turned to Erebus. It was true ... it had been far too long since the two of them got to go out and actually do something together. Besides, generally they always had a good time together ... so how could she possibly deny him?

Closing her eyes briefly as she rested her head on his shoulder, Aubrey relied heavily on Erebus for balance and to keep her from running into somebody or something ... and with her arm hooked with his? It was fairly easy to remain like they were until they had to stop. 

she rushes to the door to let him in– because it’s raining and she doesn’t want him getting sick. she’s in a rainbow jumper that stretches to mid thigh and a pair of fuzzy socks– it’s not much but it doesn’t stop her from hugging him– and soaking up a little bit of the rain. she’s a little on edge and she isn’t sure why– he looks the same, tall– warm eyes and– a smile that she isn’t sure she’s seen yet. she isn’t sure her stomach should be feeling that way either. when she pulls away she still stays close with a wide smile on her lips. “i think you brought the storm in with you.”  she doesn’t mind. not in the least.

bryce let the music and sounds of the bar wash over him, trying to focus on that as another bloody brain hemorrhage shot was placed in front of him. he held the small glass in front of him, watching the liquids melt into one another, creating an morbid effect, which was just strengthened by the name and the fact that one of the ingredients was real blood. it was kind of a loophole, as long as blood was mixed with the alcohol it could have at least some effect. not strong, not for a vampire, but enough to make him remember how it had been when he had still been human.

the blue tinted light made his eyes seem even more intense, but with a sigh he closed them for a moment to chug the shot.

the glass was placed on the counter and he sighed heavily. not sad, just frustrated, hands running and then tousling through his hair, like he tried to wake himself up.