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“All mortals learn to fear the dark.”

TIDYING  THE  ARCHIVE.

The  morning  sun  had  been  mild  &  forgiving  in  Demacia  on  that  day.  So  forgiving,  Elise  had  been  able  to  sleep  in  a  little.  She  had  just  recently  gotten  used  to  sleeping  in  bed  with  Shauna  ——  gotten  used  to  all  the  hair  that  constantly  tangled  around  their  bodies  &  to  the  feeling  of  her…  there.

She  was  even  getting  used  to  these  kinds  of  small  gestures  that  Shauna  would  do.

It  begins  with  a  smile,  a  soft  thing  that  contrasts  everything  that  makes  up  the  Spider  Queen.  Then,  she  stirs  slowly,  moving  closer  to  the  other  woman  while  stretching  the  worst  sleep  from  her  bones.  Red  eyes  that  glow  dimly  in  the  still  pleasantly  shaded  room  flutter  open  &  settle  upon  the  hand  trailing  her  fingers  currently.  Elise  moves  both  of  those  hands  up  so  that  she  can  press  a  few  light  kisses  to  Shauna’s  hand.  All  of  this  happens  before  she  is  even  properly  awake.

❛   Shauna…   ❜   Comes  a  small  voice,  still  dazed  with  sleep  &  mumbled  into  the  pillow.  It  doesn’t  take  her  long,  though,  to  turn  her  head  so  that  she  can  see  the  woman  in  question  more  clearly.  As  clearly  as  her  muddy  half-asleep  eyes  will  let  her,  really.  She  licks  her  lips,  savoring  the  taste  that  had  been  so  graciously  left  upon  them.

Moving  closer  still,  Elise  is  as  a  moth  drawn  to  the  flame.  She  tangles  her  legs  with  Shauna’s  &  slowly,  bit  by  bit,  the  sleep  is  vanquished  from  her  body.

❛   Were  you  planning  on  giving  me  a  proper  kiss,  my  love?   ❜   The  words  are  kissed  into  her  lover’s  naked  shoulder  while  she  props  herself  upwards  on  one  elbow  &  trails  the  curve  of  Shauna’s  waist  with  the  other.

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@lachassedenuit // riley’s last minute halloween suggestions

The silence that followed a kill was always satisfying. The sound of her discharged gun clapped across the clearing, bouncing from the faces of boulders and trees and echoing far off into the night, long after the final and fatal bellow of the blood-hungering mongrel that plagued the graveyard.

Too close to the borders of the city.

Maria listened to the strained silence for a time, as the rotting beast fell backwards, spilling the contents of its broken skull across cracked stone decor. Her nose twitched in a sniff as she shoved the head of the weapon back into its place at her hip.

Five down, but she had little way of knowing how many remained, lest she wait. The smell of the others was overwhelming. Leaning down, her grip found purchase on the rear leg of an undead beast, and before she could begin dragging it, Maria took pause, raising her head and looking around her. A presence, vague but ever-there wrung the remainder of her patience almost dry.

@lachassedenuit and the concept of subtlety

   “Yeah, you got me.” A long sip out of her milkshake – it’s at the point where she can’t quite stick a french fry in there to dredge in that heavenly combination of sweet and salt. Far as Riley was concerned, milkshakes were proof that God loved her. If there was one thing she really liked about the city that the suburbs didn’t provide, it was this sort of greasy spoon diner, sporting the same menu, same cakes in the display, same staff, year after year. Familiarity and repetition bred a certain kind of comfort. Here, it was a breach in that easy humdrum that set her on edge. 

   Riley showed considerable and unnoticed restraint in not giving Vayne her very best Medusa glare. She didn’t stare while on the prowl; it was obvious, and creepy. On one hand, what she did wasn’t something to be praised, but on the other, she wasn’t a godd--n amateur.