#noctalaethra

"Man, this rain ain't gonna stop, is it?" Sheets of rain battered wet concrete against a velvety, dark backdrop as Clear sat on the curb of the small convenience store positioned near a gas station, lurid neon bleeding through the misty air like ghostly penstrokes. He glanced up at Crystal, luminous as a gemstone in the darkness, who walked on red carpets with every step. A sight more bizarre than a ghost crossing in the corner of a person's eye.

"...Crystal..." her shining name whispered out softly into the darkness of the room. Green skin and bouncy purple curls barely visible beneath the large blanket that practically swallowed her whole, but even infinite layers couldn't hide her glistening eyes. With Amethyst having gone on a multi-day extermination mission for a struggling village with the captain, Prunella's days had become much more mundane than she had thought they would be. No, perhaps that wasn't the right word...Amethyst had given her a word for the tightness in her chest before. For the moments when she was present but not, feeling the void around her grow that much larger even in a crowded room, and wanting to grasp for something that she knew she could no longer hold. Having awoken from a nightmare that still lingered in the corner of her mind, it only made her grasp at the open air more, until at once she knew she had to quit her strong front and seek out her other dearly beloved friend.

DRAMATICALLY, to ensure her attention, he coils one knee onto the dusty concrete while strong digits greet his very own chest, mimicking a knight to a princess in hopes of winning her favor. ❛ Pardon my staring, you are BEAUTIFUL. ❜

FELINE IRISES CATCH HIM observing her nearby. Sapphire blues instantly rip away from her, composure briefly shaken by the guilt of his perceived leering. Though, there was little doubt the woman would allow such misdemeanors to fly unattended. Quick to the draw, he expected nothing less.

DOES HE TELL THE TRUTH? Air out his distrust of the assassin; question her true motives. She tests his inclination to trust with every smile, each response calculated, as though baiting the leader towards his very doom. Surely this suspicion is unfounded. Why else would Crystal help the rebels? Though, this unacknowledged doubt may only jeopardize the mission. If they're going to do this, he needs to be all in.

❛ I .. just don't understand why you have chosen to help the cause, ❜ replies Clive, his line of sight remaining downcast. ❛ I'm trying to determine if you're someone we should trust. ❜

                                         ཐི﴾ MCR STARTERS ; accepting ﴿ཋྀ

︶꒷꒦۵ ˚  ╯ @noctalaethra ˖ ࣪ ཀ

　　❝did you get what you deserve ?❞

ঔৣ ⊱ ۫ ׅ ִ ࣪𖤐 ︶ ꒷꒦˚ ╯˚ ࣭ ⭑  ཀ ࣪˖❛ ❛   I deserve the world... to be its GOD. ❜ ❜˖ ࣪ ཀ Low hum is spinning contemplation throughout tone ; mind burdens itself with true beliefs and thoughts towards his being · ─ · ཀཀ but reminds oneself that ends always justify the means · ─ · ཀཀ even if he had to vilely consume rot for power. This gorgeous, breathtaking she devil is so powerful, she can likely smell... FEEL the eldritch rot echoing inside him... SCREAMING for LIFE to be gifted Resurrection. Alucard never pays it any mind, regardless of how loud it gets ; his intense GAZE is solely focused on her ravenous, yet indescribably elegant hues.

 ཀ ࣪˖❛ ❛   I have power only others can dream of... and children, despite being dead. I would certainly do it again, but I deserve more. As do YOU. Why let humans claim the world when you can dance and shed blood freely? Such a waste. You would look so divine drenched in gore. ❜ ❜˖ ࣪ ཀ