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#⊰queued⊱#◊━:⊰eloquentia⊱#◊━:⊰headcanon⊱

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⌠ Sωєєt Drєαмѕ ⌡

Still a reminder that I'm going to be a little inactive this week-- I didn't get as much done as I'd like to today but I'm halfway-finished through a few drafts. 8)

#ooc #if you want to rp just come by and ask or like this post~#ill think something out uvu #but i'm a huge slowpoke so haha #if you enjoyreading long essays 8)

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【 x x x 】:

Too much being cooped inside gets Sayaka’s body antsy, itchy for action. Seeing as it was the middle of the day, witch hunting wasn’t much an option and you can only train so much before her body began to reject the idea of work. It was with that in mind that she had made her way to a local shoreline, one that was practically abandoned and hardly ever a frequent destination point for tourists.

Her own little slice of heaven.

That was the best thing about this place; it was so quiet and calm and peaceful that just being there makes Sayaka’s head infinitely clearer. The waves, the sand, the baby blue sky… it was enough to relax her from all the troubles that seemed to burden her these days.

So, of course, when she hears a familiar voice call out to her, she can’t help but jolt a little. Homura? What was she doing here? Last Sayaka had heard, the girl was still intent on following Madoka around like a lost puppy, something she had come to accept a bit better. It was still creepy, if not good intentioned.

Homura’s words, however, seem considerably less well intentioned, all things considered. A small frown tugs at Sayaka’s lips; that was an awful specific warning, once you thought about it.

"I know that." She huffs, a lips pursing slightly. "I learned it the hard way. You really think I’d forget that fast? Geez."

⌠‹ ⌛ ›⌡▬ : Words came tumbling out from creased lips: ❝ Indeed, I do. ❞

She had said it without thinking, an act of impulse. And the worst part of it-- she felt remorse, scraping her esophagus like a hook dangling down her throat. The noirette swallows, letting barbs latch upon crooked wires as she regains her passive posture. No matter how she looked at the situation, the azurette couldn't be held responsible for her own misfortune. Fate was out of her control, correct? She doubted heavens' stars were forgiving enough to relinquish such tragedies, but Homura could wield their omniscient powers in her hands now -- at least she struggled to believe so. Recalling the endless rewinds in which Sayaka was butchered into despair, bias shrouded the young girl's outlook once more.

❝ ...I'm well aware.❞

How false those words rang amok! The ignorant was at bliss, blind to the fact that Sayaka herself was a reincarnation. ❝ You would oblige to your feelings and forget everything you've sought for in a heartbeat. ❞

None would explain what compelled the noirette to swing around and face her old acquaintance. Arms fallen limp to her sides, an index finger twitched as a callous colloquy followed after.

❝ ---Sayaka. If I took your rebuttal into consideration, would you be so kind as to not make that mistake then? ❞

Still, Homura was indecisive as to whether her words derive from sincere sympathy or scorn,

....She chose the l a t t e r . ;⊰ ♦ ⊱

⌠ cαrρє ∂ιєм⌡

#canticumcaeli #◊━:⊰redeemed-mermaid⊱

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#i'm aLIVE #back from online classes #time to work on drafts 8)#ooc

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#◊━:⊰eloquentia⊱#◊━:⊰headcanon⊱

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♥ B)) /shot

【 ♥ 】- кιѕѕ for α ℓ в α ?「ℜequest ◆ €onfirmed ❣」

Oh…oh. How shocking.

⌠‹ ⌛ ›⌡▬ ; The noirette’s feet shuffled over each other, toes squeezing around the opposite row in restless apprehension. Her bottom lip protruded in a sulky statement, wearing a defiant visage in hopes Alba would retire from his throne. She— she didn’t even know how to kiss, for pete’s sake! Admittedly, Homura was fighting for a lost cause. It would be best if she just gave him a quick peck, and get it over with— yes?

Warily, she leans forward, closing the distance as half-lidded irises studied his throat’s indents and curves. Strawberry-hued cheeks darkened into fine wine, and her ears’ arched cribs throbbed with her drumming heart. She catches his breath, heard his gasps as they pressed against one another — convincing her thumb to settle upon his chin and seek the outline of his jaw. A flustered plunge; she dove in, upholstered on tip-toes, mumbling timid apologies as she knocked foreheads with his. Roseate folds enveloped the other in a heated caress, and all that fail to falter was his natural scent. Ah, how she felt light-headed; losing all focus on what’s happening around her, where she was — concentrated on taste buds that trail across his soft, albeit slightly chapped lips. And she draws back once, only for a brief moment to inhale before diving back in. Her hands flourish along the boy’s jowls, keeping him in place as she delves in charmed stupor.

Realizing she had gotten carried away, the noirette retreats with a frantic jerk, taking a step back to analyze what she had just done.

❝ —Alba, I-I didn’t mean….I’m sorry— Don’t take this to heart—! ❞ ;⊰ ♦ ⊱

#FLUSTERED HOMU IS BEST HOMU 8)#jailhero #◊━:⊰inquisition-answered⊱

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#◊━:⊰artificem⊱#⊰queued⊱

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PSA: Just because it’s been a week or two that I haven’t replied to our thread does not mean I’m ignoring you. I am just such an incredibly slow roleplayer. I promise your replies and starters are in my drafts, waiting to be worked on. And they will get worked on. Please, never think that I’m bored with our thread because I’m not.

#SAME #i am gOMEN #i nitpick at the tiniest things in my writing #mun

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#◊━:⊰eloquentia⊱#keeping track of 8 years they all fly by so fast #/works on ask

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Send me a ♥ and I'll kiss you.

#i kiNDA WANT TO DO SOME FLUFF #◊━:⊰inquisition⊱

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『✚』ℋomura made her way home. It was a little late now. Maybe it was a bad idea tp stay after school for tutoring. She was worried about being mugged, harassed or even worse, running into one of the bullies from school. She clutched her school bag close and tried to remain calm. She rounded the corner and accidently bumped into something. She put her head down and adjusted her glasses. ❝Please forgive me! I-I d-d-didn’t see you there… ❞ She said whimpering and shivering a bit.

⌠‹ ⌛ ›⌡▬ ; Alas, it was near curfew. The hour when children were tucked in bed and bestowed goodnight kisses, and when mothers rest in their rocking chairs to knit. Such was an hour was oblivious, coveted from covert mischief -- for life marveled at moonlight behind a framed window, but never doused among its visage. Night was perfect -- an ideal playtime for those preserving secrets, akin to Homura. Yet it was also a lake where reflections mirrored the surface, a period alone in which one was forced to interact with their own subconsciousness. She's lost in thought, wandering astray from reality until an impact snatched her back into place. The noirette lifts her head up, vision losing focus once, twice.

And it hits her.

「 It's me. Myself. My sweet self that I've left for d e a d 」

❝ --Hhh, ❞ she began at first, breathing ripped into ragged symphonies as the static humming of lamplights flickered amid the darkness, tinting her doppelganger in waxen hues. Her bosom heaved, strumming notes of hoarse stammers from limp vocal strings. She's helpless as to whether it was a hallucination or a breathing persona.

⌠‹ ⌛ ›⌡▬ ; ❝ --It's fine,❞ Homura finally uttered, squeezing out the most she could manage. ❝ M-May I--?... One moment. ❞

The noirette's fingertips unraveled, knuckles white in their reluctant progress as they suspend over the other's shoulder. Her descent was slow -- afraid that the faintest touch would shatter her into ethereal splinters...yet, it didn't. Lavender pools quivered once digits curled around distinct bones, raising only to graze the loose strand of hair dangling from her variant's scalp. A single moment was all it took: bereaved of remaining concern over her own impression, and the knowledge that she was real. ;⊰ ♦ ⊱

#stigmatizedmartyr #◊━:⊰mirror-image⊱#hELLO~

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⌠‹ ⌛ ›⌡▬ ; His voice, a flame. Curiosity ignited like vultures to its prey, kindling ardent sparks over charcoal as scrutiny beckoned towards them. They sat upright, pretending to be heedless, yet she knew a moth's winged struggle lay deep between their colored optics. Startled by the childish outburst, Homura was soon greeted by an austere eye-roll-- the noirette's fingers darted up to pinch the bridge of her nose. She was having second thoughts in escorting him; why, she was hardly given any instructions, except for 'turtle' and 'castle.' Hung high above in the center pillar ticked a pendulum's jest, taunting her with in its swaying manner...

Maybe she should just a b a n d o n this task altogether . . .

To be quite honest, she couldn't, didn't want to stay a moment longer in this nosy cafe. Tension built up within her shoulders, leaving discomfort to grip her tendons and tie its already braided ligaments into strained knots. The boy's explanation was strange: Mitakihara was a renowned metropolis. It would be impossible to stumble in an urban territory with no set location. Suspicion tailored her rosy lips, though she resigned herself from asking personal questions. If he respected her privacy, then so would she. Absent in reply, a sharp creak pierced its silent oppressor as chair's ends grated across linoleum floor. Her hand stretched outwards, ensnaring the stranger's wrist in a loose clutch as she mutters a thin, ❝ Over here. ❞

Leading him out beneath statuesque skyscrapers, the noirette ceases her grip but continues to allow her feet to maneuver through the bustling current of people. An occasional glance over her shoulder was her sole acknowledgement of his existence.