#n0fa0e

As the sun dipped below the city's looming industrial buildings. The neon lights began to flicker on. The night was slowly awakening. It came with the cooling breeze, and the taste of sea salt on the tongue. The road filled with fog, the sidewalk vibrated with music, and the rushing of bodies. As the sun was gone and the stars began to shine. Laughter filled the air, most bodies were moving to one place.

A wooden building, the dark oak obscured it so finally that one could walk right past it without realizing it. But those that so happened to grace the door with their fingertips. We’re met with a warmth and flooding thick smoke at their feet. Club Midnight a club that seemingly popped up out of nowhere. Yet the reputation was endlessly positive. Inside would sit the host of the bar, dressed all in black. Everyone wanted a moment inside, for at midnight the women would sing and the club would seemingly disappear once more.

Whether that was true or not no one knows. What is know is-

It's one thing to be the one doing this type of thing, another to experience it. He's not above force-feeding his test subjects when required, yet this action is unprecedented. The woman speaks and brings his attention to her only for him to end up with a mushroom top on his mouth, eyes widened.

"Mmph!" He complains for a bit before letting out a small sigh and deciding to munch and swallow quickly. Once done, he stares right back at the lady,... and stares some more.

"I didn't think it was that bad..." He straight-up didn't think about his physical status at all... Not as much, anyway. Yet now, he takes a look at his hands for a bit before continuing the conversation. "Hold on, does that mean you'd be willing to... feed me? If so, I wouldn't be opposed to eating more."

@n0fa0e​   :     " Do you believe in guardian angels ? "  A man who appears in others dream. Sit with coffee in hand for the young lady.  (  I dont want peace I want all the problems. Toss my Ru Gin at you.  )

⸻     Lulled into a fitful rest,  a groggy sleep.   Judith awakens in her dreams, she does not know where she is and for a long moment she thinks she is alone amongst the foggy haze of nothing at all.    EMPTY  she was,  until someone conquers it so,  takes it for themselves and made something of her space.  (  She would not dream of this pretty face, of white hair and coffee cups.  This is not her dream anymore. ) 

She is tired, it is in this exhaustion that she stares at him, stares at the fingers that held the cup.  Judith almost didn’t hear him speak  -  his voice buried beneath some static silent inside her skull.  

❝ I do. ❞    She prays to one ;  a nameless angel,  she believes her’s do not have ears,  she believes it cannot hear her.    Judith saunters closer  -  she has no intention to accept his offering,  instead she takes him by his wrist, tugs hard enough for the coffee to spill.   ❝ I want one. ❞   She says greedy, needy . . .   

 ❝ Come, let’s look for one, mister.  Come with me. ❞    She frees his hand, but only so she could press both palms along the the sides of his face, a gentle squeeze and a pat, a careful hold ; he feels real.    ❝ But if not, then may I kiss you ?  ❞

『RAH! Taking times to talk about some other peoples muses and the way No Face Identifies and interact with those relationships.』

No Face can form relationships but they are all very conditional (on her end) and each have to be maintained a certain type of way.

『』 Mothering

No Face while not having any connections to fertility or motherhood. Has found themselves presenting a motherly like persona to maintain recent relationships. Especially with Liaos (@eatend ) and Mark (@hcsuffered ). The need to feed them and nurture them yas become overwhelming. It's like a leftover response to when she had followers to look after. Now she just has 2 cringe, fail men that make her viciously upset. But she can’t stop feeding them mushroom based dishes. These types of relationships come with a special kind of look. That of an older black woman usually has a heavy bang under the eyes and hair pulled back.

Does it matter if they already have mothers/Fathers and family? No.

『』 Romantic??

Believe it or not while romance is not their main focus. They have been maintaining a relationship with an older woman for about 20 to 25 years now. Acting as a lover that could never truly commit but would always return. The young woman while having a family and even recently announcing she will be a grandmother.

It's the shifting of the eyes, the curling of the lips. The faces settle on a look so familiar yet so distinctly different from anybody else. Eyes warm yet cold, like meat left to thaw on the kitchen counter. A woman stares, one leg folded over the other. Her brown skin shone under the rays of the sun.

“Do you wish to guess my name?” The voice that speaks is mellow and even like silk against flesh. She tapped a little card positioned in front of her.

Guess my name to win 50 dollars. The text written on the card was beautifully handwritten. It was a simple game pitch. Guess the unknown woman's name to win 50 dollars was simple.

The eyes shift like honey dripping from a spoon. Pooling at the bottom of an empty cup. A young woman stands before a man, basket in hand. A face that looks familiar and yet so unfamiliar. It settles in the neutral. The moment is broken-

“Sadly I am not something you can eat.” A simple barmaid with an unfamiliar face. Hooded eyes peer back with darkened lips. She presses bread to his mouth, the warmth could be felt through it wrapping. That crinkled and cracked under her fingertips.

The lights were glamorous as they danced across the marbled floor. It’s the sound of stifled laughter and the clicking of heels. The women in red, who’s dresses hugged their bodies as tight as the men hanging off their waists. A lavish cocktail party, where the music was smooth, and the lights were dim. People who deemed themselves above each other stuck together. It was an easy way to show off wealth but act as if you were being classy about it.  It was the type of party you needed an invitation for-

Though that was not the case for one guest, a man who stood rather tall. Their skin brown, their hair slicked back, they walked around the crowd as if they belonged. Taking drinks off trays and handing them off. They moved from person to person until they came across young women that caught their eye. And from the humbling of the other guest around him, they too had taken notice.

“Dance with me.”