#phosphorescences

Stare... that was all Cinnabar could do for a long moment, when a familiar glint of minty green light appeared down the street. This was a figment of the imagination, right? There was no way...

Eventually, though, there was no shaking off the walk over to confirm it was indeed Phos, squatting at the edge of a pond that had yet to ice over with the cold.

However, this Phos... this Phos was an old memory. How was that possible?

Instead of dwelling on it, a hand moved to rest on a hip, and the quiet tone that followed was less annoyed than Cinnabar would have hoped.

“It’s slippery there. Get up before you fall in.”

Your muse finds out mine was lying to them.

“Amaterasu.. who ate all the tater tots?”

If the deity managed to keep a stoic face, she could avoid consequences. Still, a heavy pang of guilt twisted the wolf’s heart, and she avoided making eye contact. The individual repeated the question, “where are the tater tots, Amaterasu?” and perhaps overwhelmed by the feeling of guilt, the wolf would spit out twelve, crispy yet slobbery tater tots before them.

Cloud had slowly gotten back into the swing of his old nighttime habit, form the last time he’d been in Hive City - doing his best to patrol Sector 3 from the rooftops. Not that he missed the havoc it wreaked on his sleep schedule, and he probably wasn’t the only one doing it. But each Sector in and of itself was basically a city, which was a heck of a lot of ground to cover.

This group of after-hours bank robbers had been a lot smarter than normal. Not just in that they’d gotten through the safe with no problem; that wasn’t really Cloud’s problem, after all. No, these guys had brought a sniper with a suppressed, supersonic rifle.

Something Cloud hadn’t known until he’d acquired a hole in his shoulder.

He;d put the rest of them out of commission, but he’d ended up leaving the sniper to their own devices. He definitely wasn’t happy about that, but the sniper could’ve been holed up in any of a dozen buildings, and if they got off a good shot, Cloud wouldn’t even notice until he resurrected a few days later.

A few hours had passed, with several zig-zagged blocks between Cloud and the direction the shot had come from. He was pretty confident that he was safe now... aside from the shoulder wound, of course. He sat down and peeled off his pauldron to take a look.

    wow, this next trick is definitely not overused and/or annoying ! dave pulls out his phone when he sees her, frantically youtubing the perfect song for that movie-moment walkby. when the song plays out loud, dave shakes his head, lets out a laugh, and closes his eyes. damn. what a fucking dick.

Send me a "♦" for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

“Pretty”

Haaah, no one could deny how good it felt to be out in the cold like this. It made everything quiet for sure,  but it also brought about a sense of dread to those not used to being out for so log by themselves.  To be honest,  Jounoichi wondered himself why he would be out like this if the last time he got attacked. Maybe because its happened so much that passively walking outside is much better than hiding inside scared of leaving. 

Besides, he was a lot stronger and had his throwing knifes! Even if something attacked,  he wasn't unarmed! 

phos would kiss cinna too if they let them!!!!!!!

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