#irigy

én meg egy elgépelés miatt még három nappal később is a plafont bámulom.

"'Dude'? Seriously? 'Dude'?" the amount mocking disbelief contained in that single word thickens the air in the room, loud and clear, his sunglasses lifted over his head so he could peek over the bump of their massive shoulder. "What am I, a groupie now? This is ridiculous—" it must also be karma for making fun of his dad's groupies, but that's neither here nor there. He's two seconds away from telling them to shove their guns in places that'd for sure get him shot at when he spots him, a boyish grin of barely contained excitement softening his expression as he waved a hand in the air over the security's broad shoulders. "Oi! Javi! Tell is Scully and Mulder here to back off..." he whines, trusting his antics to get him recognized even faster than his voice should.

well, it looked like an ordinary mirror. one of many the seraph had been drawn to through [ ... ] the essence that imbues them, it seems. that essence spilling off this one now in billowy, smokey waterfalls that has pinnikolai watching spiritedly ▬▬▬ and they’re looking without looking, focal point skimming edges, just out of range. but when that same essence comes elsewhere, focus flickers, lips curve. natural response takes them and they try to catch it, force corners back down, but the mirror they stand before reveals all. they don’t see @irigy, but they sense him. coincidence ? he’s the reason they’d approached the object. ❛❛ what happens if one looks into them ? ❜❜ they ask behind a smile, yet to turn.