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@maljefe whispered: ❛ Hubris is a bitch. ❜

MEME

{ ♪ } -- "Can be, for sure."

Her voice was carefully neutral as she spoke, knowing Loni was likely already irritated. Bella knew that she hadn't purposely done anything to earn her ire, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try to avoid making things worse if she could.

"Can I do anything for you? It looks like you've got a pretty decent cut on your forehead. I'm happy to stitch it for you."

Autumn! || Accepting!! || @maljefe

Gabriella hugged her knees, letting the warmth of the fire sink into her bones. Loni’s backyard felt like a world apart from the city—a quiet refuge carved out of the woods, where the trees stretched tall and the stars spread wide and brilliant overhead. The crackle of the fire blended with the whispers of wind slipping through the leaves, a peaceful soundtrack to their escape. She watched the flames dance, flickering in shades of amber and gold, casting light on the rough-cut logs they sat on. Her fingers traced small circles against the fabric of her jeans, grounding her in the stillness of the night.

"It’s wild, how different it feels out here," she murmured, more to herself than to Loni. She let her gaze wander, drinking in the expanse of the starlit sky. "No streetlights, no cars… Just stars and trees and… us." Loni’s only response was a quiet nod and a soft smile. The witch couldn’t help but smile back, feeling an easy warmth in her friend’s presence that didn’t need words to fill the silence. It was a comfortable quiet, a rare treasure in the whirlwind of their city lives.

A light breeze rustled through the clearing, and Gabriella pulled her jacket tighter, huddling a little closer to the fire. She let her eyes drift skyward again, where the stars were so bright, so sharp, that they seemed almost touchable. The constellations here felt fuller somehow, less muddled than the ones she squinted to see through the light-polluted skies back home.

"It’s funny," she said softly, more to the stars than anything. "I used to love looking at them from my bedroom window, you know? But they looked… almost fake. Like they didn’t really belong there. But here?" The witch took a deep breath, feeling the crisp autumn air settle into her lungs. "It’s like they’re where they’re meant to be."

The fire crackled in reply, sending a soft cascade of embers swirling up into the night. Hazel hues watched them dance for a moment, entranced, before they faded and disappeared into the darkness. She could almost feel herself doing the same, blending into this world that felt so far from her own.

@maljefe said: (Sabine) cue Loni taking her seat beside the other woman, thigh crossing over other as she let out a soft, worn down sigh. in her hand were two glasses and in the other an bottle of red wine. “tell me all about how the experimenting with the wolfsbane has gone. please distract me from the shit day I had.”

Sabine eyes for a moment, green eyes trying to piece together what that look on her face was about to tell her but Loni spares her the trouble and provides her with half an answer. The wine, she takes it, is meant to be more than a suggestion but an incentive to oblige and she can't say it's ineffective. Fine, she'll indulge, a little wine may be just what she needs after looking at her own equations and theoretical solutions for hours. No amount of pills would silence any migraines she gained from pushing herself to the absolute limit and while she wasn't looking for a break she got one.

@maljefe whispered: "i never noticed your eyes were this pretty."

MEME

( ♪ } -- Aforementioned eyes widened at the comment, cheeks coloring pink with the added jump in her heartbeat. Her eyes and her skin tone were something that sort of embarrassed her. After all, Bella had grown up with claims of her clearly being a demon or a reanimated corpse. It was the unfortunate side effect of her albinism. Red eyes and skin so pale it was nearly translucent... Still, the compliment warmed her. Giving a bright smile, she nodded her head.

@maljefe said: [ GROWL ] - The sender growls at the receiver. uwu Idk why I can't find this meme || Accepting

"Nice doggy! Don't go usin' me as your personal chew toy." Hands face the creature with palms up, careful not to move too much while they try to work out what they could possibly do whilst backed into a corner. Where else were they supposed to turn? The sky had betrayed them the second the moon decided to show its face and they feel as if they're at a severe disadvantage to bargain with a dog—a very big dog. Actually, were werewolves capable of understanding them? They were still human underneath all that fur after all. Lycanthropy was usually pretty one-sided in campaigns, therefore the obvious question of whether or not they could comprehend something the same way a human could hadn't ever really occurred to them before.

@maljefe said: ❝ don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t quite look well. ❞ Whatever this is from || Accepting

How long has it been now? Two? Three? Four? She can't recall when the last day ended and another began. They all blended together in a constant string of time where her thoughts became more and more like a string of twine, growing thicker by the thought and fastening its way around her neck. Caffeine is what keeps her body functioning, it keeps her blood pumping, heart racing but it doesn't do anything for the thoughts that linger. They linger and they eat at what shred of sanity she could have hoped to spare for the purpose of her research. Research she didn't have the luxury of putting away just because her body couldn't keep up with her drive.

The comment isn't even acknowledge as slender fingers dance on a keyboard and tired eyes glue themselves to the screen in front of her. Dramatic makeup hides what lines would have told stories of the hours she's spent awake rather than sleeping as she ought to be, but like always she resisted. Resisted the threat of laying her head down or closing her eyes for just a moment's rest. The ever daunting promise of sleep was a lure for her curse of night terrors to feed on what opportunity she's given it and she can't let that keep her. With sleep comes consequence and she was hellbent on preventing it. Nightmare loved to feed on a troubled mind, her own certainly but any sleeping bodies within her immediate vicinity were threatened by her own sleeping body.

@maljefe said: “ lights out ” Send in " lights out " for the sender to hug the receiver and collapse in their arms, then have my muse respond to this || Accepting

She speaks about a headache he's nipped at her about for hours now and for as much as she remained stubborn he could see some part of her may have silently complied when a glass of water is what she's been nursing for the past few minutes. It came with its fair share of bickering, certainly, but so long as she choked it down he could care less. "Now can you handle that or do you need a doggy bowl?" He teases, something he expects to come with its consequences in the form of verbal slander but there's such a delay in response that it forces him to turn around and look at her—and thank god he does.

❝ Yanks him down right before a body comes crashing out of an alleyway. With a glare she clicks her tongue, watching as the person sprint off down the street. Still holding his arm she tugs at it, once again beginning to walk. “Tch, people don’t pay attention…” ❞

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he was tired, aching, annoyed as hell as she had to drag him out in the middle of the night for god knew what. Jaekyung was still sore since the night before he had a grueling match courtesy of miss bitch in command here, but at least he won the fight. He had to admit that it wasn't easy as these types of fights had no rules.

and with her yanking him over to avoid being collided by some asshole, he scoffed and yanked himself back as he straightened himself up, his dark gray eyes turned to glare at the man running away like a demon was after him.

he decided to not reply to her comment, he was tired and just wanted to go home and sleep. But it had to be important if Loni needed to drag him at this godforsaken hour.

"where are you taking me this time? I'm tired as fuck."