#starters.*

        ｡ ₊°༺❤︎༻° ‘  YOU  HESITATED  BY  FOUR  SECONDS, @antinomos ‘  she’s  quick  to  peer  over  her  shoulder,  momentarily  stopping  whatever  fluttering  it  is,  eyes  moving  to  watch  him  curiously.  “Grandmaster,  that  isn’t  like  you,  are  the  labs  truly  that  off putting?” 

       CHEAP BEER && CIGARETTE SMOKE, the scent sticks to his skin as the cool night air gains him a sense of normality. A singular brow that raises, “Really, you’re horrible at seducing guys” he couldn’t speak, a basket case of emotions, tightly bound && willing to set off like a hurricane. A frown that turns into a childish pout, kitsune udon, thick && chewy enough to sink his teeth into. There must be an irony or a morbid joke to eat with the same soul that once nearly extinguished the light within the fabled legend, a modern day deity that bared his fangs && claimed what was his inheritance. Violence in the midst of enlightenment, he shouldn’t think of this right now, not when the sugary sweetness of ramune coats his tongue.

        “This is lowkey, even for you” thinly veiled insults, quick jabs, in the end he was still a pedigree brat trying to understand the peculiarity of a world that did not see him as one or even on a tier of their existence. Each quip becomes subdued there was no pointless in relentlessly bickering, even if it brought him a sense of joy, to flirt with a flame that could engulf him, it was an adrenaline high none could contend with only to fall short of disappointing. “I still don’t understand you, the amount on my head could set you for life, in truth, you’re not the only person who tried to kill me @inverteds” yet, there was a difference, Toji almost succeeded - almost being pivotal.

        THE   HEART   SHAPED   TOME   RESTS   WITHIN   HER   LAP,   gold   threading   etched   into   the   aging   leather,   adored,   beloved.   She   shuts   it   with   precision,   white   lace   resting   on   top   as   her   gaze   turns   upwards.   Studies   have   come   to   an   end   as   the   surrounding   Chantry   sisters   lead   those   astray   into   song   so   their   plight   might   be   lessened,   their   hearts   lifted,   the   heavy   burden   of   the   Inquisition   causing   a   crisis   of   faith.   It   was   peaceful,   for   the   brief   moment   her   mind   did   not   spin   with   memories   of   fire,   demons,   the   thought   of   blight   corrupting   the   land   in   a   plague   of   rampant   corruption.   Gazing   upwards,   her   hidden   features   revealed   the   true   nature   of   her   intent   or   so   the   saying   was   for   most   Orlesian's.   

   ‘ Sorry, they tend to do that ‘ there’s a quick glance of shame, guilt that overrides the neural structure that links to her eyes, hollow & mechanical when she speaks. Larynx of chrome though it does nothing to the song that mimics from her mouth. A spark, where her wrist turns inwards, then she holds them, lip, sparks everywhere akin to firecrackers on a hot summer day. “Makes for a neat party trick, don’t you think? @piperafterdark”

         ‘ Is it too bitter? ‘ the sudden turn of his head, even the slightest of movement catches his gaze before it can be calculated, registered, put into place. Hands, stained with petals that were crushed between mortar and pestle, “It will promote blood flow, better healing advantages than current compounds, I’ll brew some tea in order to wash the taste out. Rest, for now, @villain-he”