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[klarsynt]

ima try to write a lil today but i have been sucked into some naomi novik novels and may not reemerge until i've completed the series

#me on my way to barnes and noble to buy the other two books despite there being five books on my tbr #mocking me from the shelf #ooc.

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there is a level of honesty which he must have with himself. emil knows in some small measure his need to take care of her is a projection of his own desires. but, even still, he knows someone such as willow needs this. they have all known neglect in one way or another, but she especially is among those who have known very little kindnesses. and he wants to amend that. he cannot help himself, even now, with his mind twisted in knots and his soul poisoned and sickening. he wants to take care of her. ❝ let me help you, ❞ it's not so much a request as it is a gentle but determined command. there is a tenderness to the touch of his hands, every dab of a damp cloth to her skin. this tenderness as of late is reserved only for her. it is rare and hidden away. the world does not deserve it. but she does. or maybe no one deserves it. it doesn't matter. she is who he wants to show this side of himself. brows pinch together as he wipes at a bit of blood on her forehead. ❝ any of this yours? ❞

@klarsynt : blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

for the reputation she held in this world, she usually avoided getting too bloodied. it happened of course, but usually . . . usually her abilities made it possible to not get too dirty while doing a job. and sometimes she simply couldn't help herself. this however, she is pretty sure she is never getting used to & a part of her is perhaps scared to accept it. because it's not her normal. taken away, raised by scientists who saw her as a pet project, raised by soldiers who saw weakness in being vulnerable . . . licking her wounds, getting cleaned up, all of it was usually done in the privacy of her own company. in her own room, or her own apartment.     ❝   i'll just take a shower.   ❞      a protest as she is pulled along, trying to plant her feet on the floor but to no avail & there's a puff of air, gaze narrowed at him the whole way. continue to do so, as he haul her up on the bathroom counter, same as he start to wash off the blood on her face and neck, lips pinched together ever so little.

#literare #arc i.

[klarsynt]

@frightes lenora sent: 051. the site of a horrible accident.

thunder crackles overhead, distant but ever ominous. it leaves prickled skin with chills, muscles subtly tensing involuntarily, but only for a moment. he only allows himself two measured seconds to be consciously perturbed by the sounds around him. the pelting downpour of merciless rain, the relentless rumbles and flashes of lightening, bustling murmurs of crowds moving about their business because no city is ever paused, not even by destruction. especially by destruction.

there is a solemn nature to his observation of the wreckage. gaze scans over the trails of blood quickly being washed away by rainwater. the meddlesome storm will clear away a bulk of the evidence before any forensic teams get a chance to gather it up for analysis. luckily, he doesn't need debris and decaying organics to gather his information. no, that is spiritually absorbed, psychic energy tucked away in the cells of his mind to consider later. away from watchful eyes. ❝ got quite a mess here, ❞ the mumble is barely audible above the roar of the rain. a brow quirks upward and hazel tinged eyes finally lift towards the other ❝ don't suppose it was made on purpose? ❞

#frightes #<3333

[klarsynt]

after watching better call saul i need to turn him into a pathetic tantalus meow meow

#ooc. #i did a double take when he first showed up cause #i was like isn't that the little bitch from orphan black lmaoo energy was so different

[klarsynt]

emil edits: ↳ “  all they had to do was put a gun in our hands and tell us we were special.  bunch of kids the world didn’t care about—  children left behind by a broken system.  of course we said yes.  no one had ever asked what we wanted before.  ”  

#﹝FILE: EMIL KINDELL﹞❝ you are as a fallen angel，a healer trained for destruction. ❞

[klarsynt]

the instincts which grew within him after coming into contact with saige had a natural element to them. but they didn't come easy. nothing about those first few weeks were easy. she didn't trust him and his frustrations with her were difficult to keep in check. some part of him almost resented what she awoke in his soul. but mostly, he was grateful she gave him a reason to live. it took time to warm up to each other and foster the relationship they have now. the feeling of familiarity. and he would have thought it would have prepared him for this...for what has happened with willow. for what who she is carrying. but he finds himself ill equipped to handle the visceral emotions which course through his veins at every turn. he tries his best not to hover, not to fuss over the poor woman as if she weren't the most capable among them. he watches, quietly and from a distance, trying not to wince. the excercise is good for her and freya would never harm that part of her. but still, it makes his teeth grind, jaw clenching. he only finds relief when its over. ❝ hey, ❞ he intercepts willow right as she reaches her room ❝ got these last time i was out. ❞ he extends a bottle of a vitamins. ❝ i know you don't like talking about...it. but these will keep you stronger and make the drain on your energy less noticeable. ❞

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a hushed silence, one she has gotten used to after coming to the farm. as if, the rare times she leave the comfort of her room, or mags isn't by her side, she'll somehow implode & put up neon signs, pointing tantalus in their direction. if she were to double cross them, she certainly would have done it by now. these goodie two shoes are driving her up the wall on a good day. except freya. the two surprisingly get along quite well. mostly because the blonde doesn't prod & doesn't treat her like she is two seconds away from snapping. shoes kicked off, bare feet in the mud while sparring, make her feel more like herself than she has in quite some time. neither pull their punches, but there's no dirty tricks either. no use of their abilities. and freya doesn't go for the small bump that's grown the last couple of weeks. hint of a smile tug at the corner of lips as the session comes to an end when noelle call for freya & willow grab her shoes, glancing towards the small group who's stood and watched as if freya might need help, before starting to stalk back towards her room.

#literare #arc ii. #not the prenatal vitamins

[klarsynt]

❝ i don't really think there's any answer to that question you will like, ❞ its pointed out with more sincerity than one might expect despite the blasé nature of his tone. he does not fear threats of murder. that is not to say he isn't afraid of death itself, but the nature of his loathing is not akin to most men. the threat of his mortality follows him every day, walks with him, sits in his lungs with each breath. that little chip nestled into the base of his skull, constantly in his conciousness reminding him it is kill or be killed. one way or another. ❝ does it matter? ❞ he questions. his gaze narrows ❝ you've got yourself quite the rap sheet, i'm sure it's more than just the government with their eye out for you. ❞ emil draws in a slow breath. he relaxes his muscles again, tries to maintain a sense of comfortability despite the weapon still threatening his jugular. it is best not to spook targets like this. though she seems less spooked and more just angry, perhaps. fed up. shit, if he doesn't get that... ❝ i'm just a consultant. i get assigned cases no one else wants to touch. now whether a private citizen or some corporate ass is the one pressing for this investigation, i'm not privy to that information. ❞

the honesty does nothing to sate shavonna's caution and anger. of course she knows why she's being followed, but she wanted it in his words. he hadn't given her the details she'd been hoping for, and so the knife remains exactly where it is. android ignores the comment he makes of a possibly dirty blade, and shavonna is unsatisfied by the information he supplies to her. this wouldn't be the first person that the authorities have sent after her, but shavonna wanted to know where he was sent from - the dcpd, the fbi, something far more integral to the city's wellbeing? brow twitches a bit, eyes never leaving his, not even as he speaks. 'keep being vague, and you won't be walking out of this alley,' the threat comes in a low voice, more a promise than anything. 'you know what i'm asking - who sent you to follow me?'

#wasdeviant #arc i.

[klarsynt]

@literare for noelle || s.c.

the morning air brings with it the faint smell of dew on grass, light mist lingering in the air as if it is loath to retract even with the sun beginning to climb into the sky. it's peaceful. but, the tranquility is ill-fitted with the blood stains on scuffed boots. or the scent of gunpowder and burnt flesh. moist green blades crunch beneath his feet with every heavy footfall that takes him towards the porch—or rather, towards her watchful eye. every time he returns from one of these god forsaken missions it is as if there is some pathetic plea in his soul demanding to know if this is good enough? has he done enough to win salvation? at least, according to the metaphorical scales wielded by noelle. ❝ brought four refugees, ❞ his voice rumbles out and puts the nail in the coffin of the morning's serenity ❝ fifth one wasn't even at the drop. the others don't know what happened to 'em. ❞ head shakes before he glances back as the aforementioned rescued parties shuffling towards the safe house, guided by his her soldiers. when his eyes return to noelle there is a knowing look conveyed within them. ❝ i think we should talk. ❞

#literare #starting w them bc i miss their mess

[klarsynt]

↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 , updated .     (  a  collection  of  various  settings  meant  to  inspire  drabbles  or  be  used  as  prompts .   )

001.   the seaside ,  as the sun is setting .

002.   a cabin in the middle of the woods .

003.   a picket-fenced home in the suburbs .

004.   a dark bus stop lit only by street lights .

005.   a private jet miles high in the sky .

006.   a funhouse’s room of mirrors .

007.   an office building ,  bustling and busy .

008.   the back row of an empty movie theater .

009.   a run - down motel room .

010.   a loud house party on a suburban street .

011.   a university lecture hall during a class .

012.   the rooftop of a very tall building .

013.   a great ballroom during an elegant party .

014.   the back of a wailing ambulance .

015.   the wine cellar of a large mansion .

016.   behind the school’s gymnasium .

017.   a boisterous bonfire at the lakeside .

018.   an otherwise empty parking lot .

019.   the shady bar of a noisy , dark club .

020.  the grounds of an empty summer camp .

021.   a large hedge maze ,  easy to get lost in .

022.   a neglected or derelict treehouse .

023.   a spacious ,  light-filled meadow .

024.   an underground illegal fighting club .

025.   an abandoned scrapyard .

026.   a large penthouse overlooking the city .

027.    an apple orchard in the middle of spring .

028.   an empty playground with squeaky swings .

029.   an extravagant greenhouse .

030.   the base of a large waterfall .

031.    a spacious walk - in closet full of lovely clothes .

032.   a solemnly quiet hospital room .

033.   the dark depths of an abandoned mine .

034.   the deck of a fishing boat at night .

035.   the thick crowd of an audience at a show .

036.   a long ,  winding road .

037.   the scene of a violent crime .

038.   a fork in a hiking trail deep in the wilderness .

039.   a cramped dressing room .

040.   a dusty antiques shop full of relics .

041.   the street of an unfamiliar city at night .

042.   between the tall shelves of a thrifted book shop .

043.   a building abandoned during construction .

044.   a house without power or running water .

045.   a mysterious trail found in the woods .

046.   the back of a taxi stuck in traffic .

047.    the inside of an elevator that won’t move .

048.   fairgrounds during a large event  (or after hours) .

049.   a garden bountiful with flowers or produce .

050.   a childhood home or bedroom .

+   30  more  setting  prompts :    1 / 3 / 2024

051. the site of a horrible accident .

052. a closed pool , after everyone has left .

053. a home holding horrific memories .

054. by the side of a dangerously quick river .

055. a private hotel room .

056. a police station in the middle of the night .

057. a ferris wheel carriage under a sky of fireworks .

058. a lavish , invite - only party .

059. a public transit stop as rain is pouring down .

060. the back of a taxi going in the wrong direction .

061. the underworld .

062. a dusty , forgotten attic .

063. on the set of a television show or movie .

064. a lighthouse overlooking the raging sea .

065. in a post - apocalyptic bunker .

066. on a ship hundreds of miles from the nearest coast .

067. on the rooftop of a perilously tall building .

068. a tent pitched in the middle of the woods .

069. a crowded stadium during a football game .

070. the morgue during an identification .

071. an otherwise empty library during a late study session .

072. a place that feels familiar , yet you've never been here before .

073. a long hallway that seems to stretch on forever .

074. a signpost at the start of a hiking trail .

075. a bar or tavern bustling with life .

076. the dance floor of a masquerade ball .

077. inside of a car parked in a secluded area .

078. at the edge of a cliff overlooking a large lake .

079. inside a very old house with very old haunts .

080. the antiseptic interior of a space station .

#PROMPTS. #even if we don't have plots yet u can send :') #it's a great way to start things

[klarsynt]

🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body

#PROMPTS.

[klarsynt]

we could talk about how tragic it all is and how emil is tortured by carrying around the secrets of everyone he comes into contact with but actually he is a nosy bitch who loves to gossip

#ooc. #mark sloan core tbh #emil as soon s someone starts talking about a memory he relived 5 weeks ago: actually i'm glad you brung it up i've been dying to talk abou

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@cstarling sent: ❝ i’ve seen what ‘bad’ looks like. you’re one of the good ones, trust me. ❞

the words are delivered in a way which he knows is intended to be a salve to wounds she barely understands. but they assault his soul like acid to raw flesh. they come with the sting of wondering if she truly knew him, well and truly accounted for every sin, if she would still utter such confident assurances towards the nature of his character. lips part as if to speak. but he pauses, voice dying in his throat with a broken exhale. he cannot exactly share his ugly truths with her even if he so desired. instead he inquires, a hint of skepticism in hazel tinged gaze, ❝ what makes you so sure of that? ❞

#cstarling

[klarsynt]

ALTERED CARBON | 1.09 “Rage in Heaven”

#﹝FILE: EMIL KINDELL﹞❝ you are as a fallen angel，a healer trained for destruction. ❞

[klarsynt]

@wyhlds lucy sent: ❝  great,  add it to your porn collection.   ❞

❝ very funny, ❞ tone is dry, hardly looking up from the hologram emanating from a disk in his palm. he supposes he isn't one to talk about inappropriately timed jokes. the world they live in, desensitization to the methods they use to survive is expected. even then, he wonders if the exhaustion this fight brings is beginning to weigh on her too heavily...on them all, really. ❝ you really think this'll be blackmail worthy? ❞ he's not really asking. he knows the video playing on repeat is compromising enough to get their target to sway. they have to use tantalus's ( and their clients' ) methods against them. what he really wants to know, is if she needs a break. if she would rather he not utilize her help for these kinds of missions in the future. sometimes, dipping your hands in blood is better than dipping it in grime.

#wyhlds #﹝ANSWERED﹞❝ does truth taste as pretty as all the deceit we feed ourselves? ❞

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@ofthclight edric sent: ❝  don’t go poking around this stuff…it pokes back.  ❞

❝ wouldn't be the first time, ❞ emil responds, brow quirking just slightly as a hint of a smirk touches his lips. he has quite the track record of stepping too far into shit that will follow him home. head tilts to the side as he meets the other man's gaze. if he didn't know any better, he would say edric was showing some sign of care ( for someone other than that curly-haired miracle of a survivor running around here somewhere doing god knows what with his cats ). ❝ some things are worth it, ❞ he points out. ❝ i'm tired of secrets. tired of leaving stones unturned for the fear of what kind of nasty shit is beneath it. i've looked away from far too many things for far too long. ��

#ofthclight #:')

[klarsynt]

not to be back on my bullshit but emil actually being the messiest, stupidest little pathetic meow meow of tantalus is actually the best thing i ever did

#ooc. #sb: so hes the main character that means he's the best agent they have right #me: actually no they're sick of him every day

[klarsynt]

@klarsynt.

#we never miss #﹝FILE: WASDEVIENT FT. SHAVONNA﹞❝ let us fall from grace together. those wings were heavy anyway. ❞