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(For Elizabeta)

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inbox raid!

( from Simon)

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Nolis glances in Simon's direction for only a moment, very slight frown on his face. He presses the scalpel into the flesh of the abdomen. Shame the owner of this body was already long dead.

( for julian, from Simon)

Late Night with the Devil Ask Meme

"i'm sorry, i'm not trying to take this lightly." jude doesn't think that's possible anyway. he doesn't care for doctors ... well, okay. that sounds rude, he doesn't have anything against doctors as people. most of them are probably fine, lovely even in their personal lives. it's in their workplace that jude doesn't care for them. the way they prod and poke — and all while never listening to him.

hell, every time jude's been sent to medical, he feels like they don't consider him a person. so please excuse him, simon, he's trying his hardest not to lose his cool.

(From Cressida)

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Fauna sighs softly, looking at Cressida with such fondness. They have fondness for near everyone, of course, be it on Creatia or on Earth. Their tight black curls cascade down around their face and they reach out to cup Cressida's face in their hands.

(From Morgan)

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The being that takes the shape of a human smiles softly at Morgan. Their skin is soft and brown, their hair falls in long, dark cascades around their face. There are streaks of gray in that hair, from age of stress, who can say? Their eyes are so soft, though, brown and warm despite the tiredness that lines their face.

They cover their mouth and laugh very softly.

(From Ubrias)

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Canary is soft in the eyes, soft in his smile. He is soft in love making and soft of heart and soul. His body is angular and filled with sharp edges of someone who undereats but everything else about him is soft.

A pretty picture, two in bed, even if the setting is less than ideal. Canary is the type to go home with anyone who desires him, and now that morning has come, he does not regret his decision. He stays curled to Ubrais's side, face tucked against his neck, smile uptilting the corner of his mouth.

❝ what are you waiting for? pray. ❞ [Here]

"And just who should I pray to?" the woman tipped her head back to stare at him with wide eyes. It was interesting seeing the contrast in their coloration. Her hair shining with an opal like light while his was as black as the night. There was a curiosity that twinkled in her eye, along with a light of mischief. 

(From Morgaiyn)

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It was a bad habit of his, really, especially out here. Here there be sirens, they warned. Will-the-wisps. Fae of sea, swamp, and river, luring you to the rocks. If this was their lure, then they had captured him. So be it. If this wasn't a trick, he would never forgive himself for mistrusting and disregarding a cry for help.