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Camberwell Old Cemetery by Joe Pepper on Flickr.

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&&Meeting

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Her imaginations ran wild as she sat in dead silence, listening to the heavens cry out their woes onto the pavement and unfortunate souls upon the cobblestone- and so did the shivering embedded in the forms of chattering, her mouth and teeth beginning to grow sore. She thought it would be too soon to probably go back inside, looking the way she did, but even so….it would have mattered not, seeing as either way, she would have been soaked, with either sweat and tears, or the rains from the sky.

Of course, she hadnt been expecting a visitor- had barely noticed the figure standing beside her, like a butler in waiting. It was enough to ruse a rusted gasp, coughing emitting shortly after, her form abruptly turning to the voice he held- such a soothing tone it was, she was almost in awe.

“You don’t want to be powerless, do you? ‘It’d be better if I were dead but I’m too much of a coward to end it’, right? I can give you both of those things, child”

She flinched upon hearing her own thoughts reeled back to her, but her heartbeat didn’t remain as calm as she’d hoped. A few minutes passed between the exchange- she had, on occasion, thought about death, but there was still motive to continue on, if even in the smallest sense. However intimidating this stranger was to her, she would not grant him the satisfaction of an answer- until he surprised her yet again.

The shadows practically parted before them, accentuating the dim hue of a cloak before setting it on her shoulders- grateful she would have been, and grateful she was- it had been the only clothing ever given to her for a long, long while.

“There, now, much better, is it not? Dreadful weather, I’d say. Fancy talking somewhere a little more dry?”

How peculiar this man seemed to be. Inviting her as if she were of value- clothing her as if he actually cared- they all confused the poor girl, who only looked as dumbstruck as anyone else would, and would have possibly been.

She supposed that given the circumstance, he at least deserved something for his efforts, and brought her hand to his palm, tapping it- A way of communication, letter by letter, hesitancy screaming- and fear most evident, before inhaling deeply, feeling the burn and sting of polluted air rush down her throat and flood her lungs. Her eyes peered through the shifting veil of vermilion this man’s gaze held- such an odd colour for someone to be holding, it was almost inhuman.

‘If you intend to take me anywhere, please do so quietly. There are others here, watching, there would be no doubt that they would come looking for me if they knew-  for both of our sakes, quickly now.’

#〖ℬ: ??? 〗 #verse ;; main #exa-equo

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&& Meeting

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Small dirty feet curled their toes on the damp pavement, creating a small scraping sound, along with each shallow breath the girl took- shimmering evening clouds loomed over the darkened shadows of buildings, creating almost a serene, calm feeling to hours of numbness to come-  The hustle and bustle of those in much better condition, coming to her ears. 

This was normal for her- hours of the evenings, creating love to men she did not know, treating injuries for those she owed debt too- it was all the same to her; tonight was no exception, her previous client staring into her, as if she had answers that could provide a solace for his sins.

Of course, she had none, and forced herself to come closer to the other, hand caressing along the front of a now tattered bustiere . The outline of the fabric upon it still remained, even when time and hands wore it down. For her part, the man hunched their shoulders over to look less imposing with their size difference, but it mattered little. She felt the force of his disgust from his posture, and the way he leaned away, right down to his brow that spasmed erratically beneath his hat. Even without physical cues, she couldn’t blame him for not wanting to be near her, just knowing what they had done- 

“-Your values and decency are present, yet shocked at your associations my dear, perhaps someday God will have mercy upon you.”

The words were kind, but the tone was predatory, instincts screaming at the girl to flee. Instead, she offered a small nod of affirmation, her own way of a thank you, a shiny coin fluttering to the worn shoes near her feet.

She continued, mulling over her current living situation. She could return, admit her imminent homelessness, and lose any chance of having an equal footing with anyone much willing to take her in. Or she could go to the Yard, placing herself in the mercy of a law she was sure she would be executed with. 

She decided to do neither, instead aimlessly drifting wherever her subconscious took her. Even with the sounds of women selling their wares in the form of their bodies, or the men who lecherously looked on, it all drowned out to singular silence as she looked upwards at the sight of a smoggy, cloudy sky. 

This was her life now, and she intended to do everything she could to stay strong, if not for herself, then for them. The grief she would deal with. She could brush it off and smile away the pain. Now that usage and toxicity allowed her no escape, she began to lose hope. Her health was in shambles, her mind corrupt. She was suffering, and it was all piling up to make her horribly ill.

Logically, she understood that there were far worse fates than what she had been handed. People dying, suffering, never to return to sanity...

But that did not stop her from feeling a moment of pity- tears fell onto stained clothing, quiet and long overdue.

As if in response, the world above her grew tumultuous, a stream  becoming a storm-ridden ocean, rain pouring down from the clouds above.  ‘Tasteless’- she had thought, all too used to conditions such as this, but powerless to change it. Instead, she folded her arms, trying to bury her face in the crook of her shoulder, emerald eyes peering at the passerbys walking along the streets, safe and dry from the oncoming shower.

‘Absolutely tasteless.’

#exa-equo #〖ℬ: ??? 〗 #verse ;; main #i hope this is okay!

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Daisy - Brand New

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“But I have to love now without carrying your name every second of every minute of every day.”

— Juansen Dizon

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“I am slowly learning to let go of anyone who doesn’t appreciate my existence.”

— Juansen Dizon, Self-Taught

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via weheartit

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[requested] i hope i’m good enough

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Rain in the garden, July 2018.

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2018-07-29

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By: Helena Moore | helena.moore

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By: Helena Moore | helena.moore

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Peeking through by williswall

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Master

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There was something intriguing at his response, lurking behind a desk full of documents. She watched him with wide eyes, his own downcasted in a temporal embarrassment before settling onto the parchment before him. Soon enough, intrigue turned into fantasy when he spoke her name so effortlessly. She didn't notice at first, but a small smile graced her features, wanting to hear it again. Such a soft tone he had, one that she found herself getting lost in-  So lost, that she hardly registered the question that contrasted the warmth she felt, but once it had, she blinked, shaking her head- thoughts wrestled within a countenance long forgotten and seldom understood- many answers came to mind, many that whittled those reflective memories to an unpleasant uproar. 

“What happened here?”

A weary sigh lingered in the air, dense and palpable; it rolled past but for a moment, as an ever present reminder long since forged. There she stirred, in the heavy cage of his gaze that lay over such plain features- her own was short, just a quick inspection to deter what expression he held- uncovered cobalt mixed with concern, even disappointment, beckoning for an answer, to uncover what secrets lay hidden within her.

But he would receive no such thing.

Her curious facade dwindled into wrinkles of null, appearing much older, hands sliding off the desk, running their digits along the shelving of the bookcase, the walls, before finally tapping a hollow message with untold grief.Such was the attitude of this fortunate soul. The embodiment of nativity set with the unjust of silence and destruction. Long had it slumbered, laying dormant in a mortal's lifetime of unmatched defense, but it lingered,still, ever so present now. She could almost imagine the confusion of her sudden change, and quickly shook her head, indents of the taps in her eardrums.

‘It’s not important.’

The rigors of life nothing but an itch to be scratched on a repressed, unmarred past. Heels sounded through silent atmosphere, like pendulums on old grandfather clocks- she turned to face him once more, however short or long, it was always going to be temporary. Just as dainted fingers made purchase upon the chair once more, trying to communicate further, there was a twinge, a feeling at the back of the mind of familiarity and unease. It was followed by a knock at the door – for it was nearing afternoon, and it was assumed she had overstepped her bounds.

‘Do excuse me, I apologize for taking up so much of your time.’

#〖ℬ: ᵐᵒʳˢᵉ ᶜᵒᵈᵉ 〗 #pup-ciel

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MASTER

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Trust in a stranger was always a fickle thing, in need of care, and yet, as they both took a moment to relax, her trust was earned with him. Taking a deep breath, she allowed him so near- eyeing him lazily as the workplace was cleaned. She seemed so fragile, so innocent, but here she was- placing her servitude in the hands of another.

She could not contain her purr of content when fingers brushed her hair so gently-  how long had she been shown affection such as this? Far too long, and she craved it, the whispered tones lulling her farther into the sleep in which she desired, head craning towards the source of contact, hand rested where it had always been.

“Don’t fall asleep just yet... this desk isn’t very practical for that. Come here.”

Heart nearly pounding out of her chest, she could only just stare, the reply being so absurd and senseless that the once tired facade had slipped for the smallest of moments. Alas, everything had to end sooner or later, thus she allowed him to guide her, sat down near the warmth of a fire.

“If you’re going to sleep, sleep there. I left you a servant application form. Sebastian would have you fill it out, but I’ll save you the drama. It’s just so we know what we need to train you in. And some background, too.  Or, you can sleep. I’ll just be busy for a while.”  

The maid uttered a small noise from within a softened tone indicating concern at his departure from her side-such mannerism was the result of separation- like a child taken from their favourite toy- alas, as she was set down, there was nothing she could do, fatigue far too present to fight.

Her gaze briefly eyed toward the place from where the familiar melody of the Earl’s voice came, his tone while gentle before, taking on harsh tones, showing little compassion-in turn, disappointment in her countenance.

She opened her mouth, a vain effort to speak, as he returned to his previous seating, but words died on her tongue before she spoke them- sounds resounding so small and unsure as she released them into the empty space of the room. Her hand, reaching out for a mere moment, resumed it’s proper place, pressed gently against the backside of the document, the other occupied with a pen, attempting to ease anxiety with distraction of simple questions.

At that, she responded accordingly, hunched over, mulling over them with tired eyes. The young maid was more than familiar with questions such as these, with the potential of liability should anything occur- however, she presumed her position required no such thing, not that she possessed any skills worthy of defense- and her background was limited; She would be damned to expose something like that- To her, the word of where you came meant less than nothing, no matter if it was told or written down on most expensive paper.  For now, she would keep that mystery to herself, choosing to leave such a space blank- and upon finishing her questionnaire with signature, she began to hum a small tune. If one listened, they could deter it as Greensleeves, a comfort for the lady.

The tones almost audible, she pressed a knuckle gently against her lips just to prevent that from happening, with eyebrows lifted slightly higher in concentration- it had been many months since she was ever required to write, she would be a fool to not notice herself of how sloppy it had become, looking it over- she could only hope it was somewhat legible, bringing it forth to the desk with a staggered walk and a code to match.

‘I’m finished.’

#〖ℬ: ᵐᵒʳˢᵉ ᶜᵒᵈᵉ 〗 #pup-ciel

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KING

It was a bit of curiosity, a bit of pure playfulness that sometimes brought her into conflicts she could had avoided, but she was too far gone to ignore how good the feeling was- mouth molded, exploring the divots of flesh that thrusted gently against it, the pristine flavour pulling her closer to inevitable submission- and he had returned her efforts, forcing her down, forked tongue curling into her, nails adding onto the marks she had already received.

“Alright then, pet, together…”

For a moment, there was no sound to be heard, no movement to be detected, and then a moan- loud enough to wake the dead- emitted from the holy’s throat. Each touch was registered in lust filled expressions- nevertheless, she allowed the demon to believe this illusion of pleasure was enough to stop her in her tracks; Though a low whine rumbled through her chest, his tail far too close for her initial comfort, something she clearly noted made her appear so vulnerable; on her knees by the order of someone from which sinners were born, slithering through her veins as the chaos that he was, the fruit from the garden of Eden.

Sentences came out in chokes and noises- what she was sure he wanted to hear, edging on so close, thighs shaking in response.How fortunate that she remained still, not pulling away just yet, or snapping her legs closed whilst they were exposed so nicely.  Whether by her own mistake, or failure to register, they closed instinctively- body hot, drips of sweat beading onto her form that once again lead to her burst; short-lived, all she could do was cry out, tears forming at the edge of her vision from such an intensity. She was not the only one though-

With soft gasps and gurgles, chin and body heightened to an upright position, the angel leaned back into the receding feelings of euphoria, whilst streams of black fell from the mouth that the demon had so selfishly claimed- tongue pushed past the secretion, hands busying themselves with the opportunity to lick his mess clean.

Her action sparked remembrance of her own, and she turned, pressing a finger gently against the fallen’s lips, just to prevent him from speaking, shortly followed with a hesitant kiss, curiously mixing both of their efforts in a short taste; mingling breaths for a sheer fraction of a second before pulling away, words coming in shaky whispers upon his neck.

“ you must know that the fact remains how our kind treat each other- it is quite a twist and turn of fate that we managed to meet, and you both amuse and confuse me…so what do you plan to do now, demon?   ~”

#verse; jewel of the damned #pup-ciel