#prxestigiae

darkness shrouds her. it was hardly a lonely place she found herself. even where despair reigns, she feels at home. she was merely an outcast, barely a silhouette of the woman she once was. inwardly twisted into a gruesome creature, her fangs hide behind painted lips, waiting to bare when provoked.

she has no current use for such hostilities. as far as humans went, he was tolerable. the demoness even allowed him to linger nearby indefinitely. this man proved to be a useful 'caretaker'. his most recent charity to keeping prying eyes away from the perimeter. his shadow magic was truly unchallenged.

perhaps, men could be useful after all.

❛ if it's gratitude you're looking for . . . look elsewhere. ❜ seilah offers minimal attention, her eyes stricken to her grimoire. turning the dust littered pages, she acts as though he wasn't even there.

✩  yukino aguria lore.   ╱  accepting ✩

1.   yukino keeps her hair short because her sister did so when they were children. she wanted to emanate her strength in some way. she wanted to look in the mirror & see a part of her, as she believed she never would again. 2.   however, yukino never wore ribbons like sorano. she never quite figured out how to keep them in her hair without falling off. so she used ribbons to accentuate the flowers she wears instead. 3.   as a child, yukino would pray to the gods every night. as an adult, she does not. 4.   yukino keeps her nails short simply because she hates the feeling of them extending past her fingertips. 5.   yukino summons each of her spirits at least once a month, even if they’re not needed. she does this to simply check up on them, express gratitude, connect with them, & ask if they’re still content with their contract.

Send hearteyes for some sappy crush talk

She had been smiling to herself about nothing as she browsed the items in the shop, or so she’d thought anyway. Just minding her own business, you know? But the shopkeeper had thrown a teasing remark her way about it and caught her off guard.

            “You look like a girl with a someone special on her mind. Who is it~?”

Lisanna had, of course, denied having any sort of special someone ( with her cheeks turning pink at the sudden thoughts jumping to mind ) and she continued to deny it all the way through her purchase…but now that she was on her way back to her apartment, free from the knowing eyes of those around…she caught herself smiling again.

She clipped her brand-new keychain to her set of keys and admired it as it rested in her hand. In the shape of a small, flying dragon silhouette, the shiny, black stone glinted in the light, with little red gems serving as the eyes.

Smiling warmly at it, she clutched it tight in her hand and wondered what her friend might think of it. She thought it was cute herself, and a nice reminder of him to have around, but she couldn’t be sure of his reaction. He was a hard one to read at times.

She sighed at that, but recalled the glimpses she’d gotten of beneath his masks. She supposed there would be plenty of people who thought him to be an all too serious type. He was certainly a hard worker, always putting in the long hours and doing whatever he could for the sake of others ( something she could admire, honestly, even if it made her worry for him ).

He was so kind, and always gentle with her; his fingertips had been featherlight against her skin when he had skimmed them along her arm, and tucked her hair behind her ear that time. Being able to help him get some much-needed sleep had been reward enough on its own, but to have such tender touches come about from it…

A smile shaped her lips as she turned her eyes up to the sky. The sun was warm and comforting, yet she had a feeling that even if the weather had been terrible, she still would have felt some warmth, simply fuelled by the memories floating in her mind.

How unexpected it was, to have him be such a presence in her life. She found she could hardly imagine not having him in it. Messaging him or calling him, or seeing him in person, it all seemed so natural now. Talking with him had come so easy, she thought, perhaps because they had both shared rather lighthearted topics to begin with, random thoughts and almost nonsensical questions. Shifting into deeper conversations…she knew there was still some work to be done on that, but if he was willing to open up, then so was she ( even if the thought was still scary ).

He had a lot on his mind, that was the impression she got. He held a lot to himself, but he was not cold. No, she could picture the warmth in his eyes clearly, she could remember glimpses of his smiles too. Smiles she wished she could see more of and have aimed her way.

He was so…pretty. She almost giggled at the thought, sure he would have something to say if she ever mentioned that’s what she thought ( she might even get a blush out of him, if she was lucky ). And she was sure she could happily spend an entire day playing with the soft strands of his hair, running her fingers through it, and stroking gently.

Such an action calmed her, and she hoped it would do the same for him too. His was a comforting presence, reassuring. Did he think the same of her? Perhaps it was better not to know what he thought of her, on second thought…

🗡 @prxestigiae

Talon: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?

Rogue: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially—

Talon, desperately, as Rogue bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE.

Rogue: Oh! B positive.

Talon: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE.

Rogue:

♡ @prxestigiae

Admittedly, she wasn’t expecting that one. She’d read just about any issue that Rogue Cheney had been featured on since she was fifteen, and... Never any mention of that, not even in the useless trivia that was certainly incorrect, because none of the magazines seemed to ever agree on his hobbies.

She blinks, a tiny ‘ ah ‘ can just barely be heard out of her.

she still couldn’t get used to days like this — checking in with council, as if they regularly needed to convince them that they hadn’t made a mistake.  meredy struggled with the reintegration more than she let on.  while her hands may have been arguably cleaner than the others, she didn’t feel quite as confident through an outsider’s eyes.  they were all just criminals to them.  the severity of their crimes blurred into one common sin by association.  it didn’t always matter how hard she tried, the sacrifices she made to help everyone during the war.  such a feat left her exhausted, without even a sliver of visible gratitude.  not that she asked for it.  she would’ve done the same if her story ended with her in a jail cell.  it was just who she was — or more accurately, who she wanted to be.  someone who would right her wrongs, prove to herself that she was capable of putting others before herself and her tightly knit group of loved ones.

those feelings of insecurity were less prominent with him.  she wasn’t just another assignment, but an ally — a friend.  

she stood outside the chamber doors, hands at her side.  her fingers tapped erratically against her cloak, barely noticing her own actions.  the anxiety began to nestle itself within her heart, filling her with a nagging dread.  meredy imagined freedom differently than this.  just as she would’ve nearly collapsed into an endless pool of fear, she felt a touch to her hand — freezing instantly at his gesture.  their fingers became intertwined before she could process what was happening.  meredy urges her bones to not shake.  she wouldn’t want to reveal exactly how terrified she was — how weak she must’ve seemed.  now, it wasn’t the council that scared her.  a tiny smile plays at her cheeks, angling her head slightly to catch a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye. she struggled to fully meet his face.

as several moments of silence, she finds her voice.  ❛ thank you . . . for being here. ❜  meredy’s hand tightens around his, praying that the moment wouldn’t be interrupted anytime soon.

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lets fucking GOOOOOO

i. as we all know, the bee is sting, the woman who dumps her fiance for a bee is ultear and ofc, jellal is the fiance. we all know this. it is fact

ii. sting’s best friend is also ofc still rogue—but did you know the person playing the evil lawyer was f!rogue?? and that rogue got injured by stinging him in court?

iii.  taking the place of ray lioetta, hwo we all know is the affulent honey company owner, is jiemma. and yes, jiemma did attempt to murder sting in court and it helped the bees win in court.

Green eyes widened a touch - perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to have divulged unto Rogue all the details of her recent encounter with Sting Eucliffe. He hadn’t been too much of a hindrance, really... hadn’t tarnished any rare blooms or trashed flower beds, as some visitors had in the past. He could have done much worse, his presence had been simply... unexpected. 

    “ Oh, no, it’s no trouble, really! Just odd ... does he always eat flowers? I had always imagined dragons to be more carnivorous, so I suppose I was just curious... ”