don't blame me , love made me crazy .
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there’s a thunderstorm rumbling on the horizon. he can practically taste it, feel the way that the wind’s whipping up a little around them. there’s nothing wrong with a crime scene in the rain, of course, but the yard’ll kick up a fuss about the evidence being partly washed away by the downpour ⸺ so, it’s probably best to get a move-on. a glance spared to the manic detective behind him, coat swishing about as he dashed from one side of the scene to the other, before john’s attention draws back to the young witness in front of him. one doesn’t normally witness a murder on their way to carry out daily routines, and yet … she looks surprisingly calm. perhaps it hasn’t really caught up with her yet. “ so … did you say you actually saw the murder occur? or was the scene like this when you passed by? ”
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🌸 ┊ 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓
𝒇𝙚𝒂𝙩. @battleguqin + @lcvelj + @sparesovereign
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"Hey! Slow down there, I'm trying to catch up!" Too bad he didn't have any long legs so he can run faster, but as soon as he finally caught up with the woman, Rafael stopped, panting and handing over an accessory, "I think... you dropped this..."
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" now now, no scratching me, my feline friend. " it's not something that's happened yet; but prior experience with the less cuddly kinds that lurked at home is enough to keep her locked in a soothing monologue with the cat, a hand gently weaving threads of pale blue light back and forth across its wounded leg. it's been just two short days of travel since her last bed, a straw-filled monstrosity in a tiny town called gallowhitch. the town was quite nice. five sick, three wounded, healed and nurtured in exchange for a week's rest and a fresh stable for her horse. though, she decided to part ways with meadow for a finish. her journey is still one without end, and hardly a kind destiny for such a patient horse. much less an even more patient cat... but still. she brings her new companion to the campfire, settles them in a bed of blankets and scarves, and gets to work searching for the small flagon of cream and the pot of salve she'd made the day before.
" i hope you're hungry! this cream is quite fresh, but there's only so many cool streams along this road... perhaps some fish wouldn't go astray. " a small smile catches at that; the kind of joke the kids of ballyanam would lose respect for her over. " get it? " she turns from her assortment of supplies, still crouched in the dry earth, patting the water from the leather flagon. " because you're a cat-- oh! " whoever is sitting by the campfire now, is most certainly not a cat. instead, with a healing wound that mirrors that of the cat, @lcvelj sits on the small log beside the blaze, the cat replaced by her curious gaze. " i... apologize. i had thought... " she glances at the white sleeve of her shirt. several strands of cat hair glance back at her in return. no illusion. no mirage caused by a malicious spell. eyes flick back up to the girl, and she releases a small, weary sigh. " what happened to the cat? "
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|| @lcvelj liked for one-line starter ages ago
"You deserve more than I can give you."
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Remember when we were talking about old music? Here! This data chip has some old songs on it you may like. -P.
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❛ Oh, hon, are you alright? You look a little lost. ❜
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@lcvelj requested for The Corinthian: i think I’ve been a little too kind - uncle cori :') ( midnight sentence starters / accepting !! )
“Too kind? Now, let me guess, someone is abusing your kindness for their own gains? If so, do not be afraid to tell them what’s what. Slap them if necessary. Show them that your kindness is something to be earned rather than used up all willy-nilly.”
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@lcvelj is dreaming of this: "uncle! i saw a classmate at the school with a literal hand as family. can you make a pet eye or something that floats around with me?" ( random prompts / accepting ! )
A pet eye? He blinks at that. Why would she want something like that? A pet eye ( one floating around ) would certainly be better than a literal hand. He could in theory steal something like that from The Dreaming. In a sense, it’s still a nightmare. Floating eyes that stare without pause. A judgement of eyes. Foreboding in a way. “I’ll get the Eye of Iudicium.” He answers, acknowledging that it’ll be best to find one that’s more made in a nightmare sense than a dream. Nightmares can survive longer in the Waking. Dreams happened to find trouble, depending on the circumstances. “Iudicium means Judgement. Why do you suddenly want a pet eye anyway? To out-do the classmate?”
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@lcvelj : ❛ when was the last time you ate something? ❜ (savannah)
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the question somehow makes her feel like she did something bad and was about to get into trouble. “ uh ... ” she thinks for a moment. “ i had a bagel this morning. ” or was that yesterday ? she wasn’t sure anymore, the days kind of blurred into one lately. “ you wanna go grab a bite ? ”
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@lcvelj: ❝ do you think the moon gets lonely? ❞
♚ -------------------- MAGNOLIA CASTILLO prompt ( no longer accepting )
THE BLUE VELVET sky beyond the window’s glass had invited the query with its otherworldly beauty, the lustre of the full moon vying for an audience even amidst a sea of coruscating stars. a trek across a multitude of universes had been a requisite for their tryst but the destination was well worth the cost. messages scribed by auras in the all-encompassing abyss could only gratify their yearning to a point, less of a substitute and more of an aperitif to the proverbial main course; a whetted appetite could only endure so much temptation.
the quality of time spent in-person was nothing short of exquisite, as was the fruition of the perennial suspense.
from the darkness that had befallen her room had the entity taken shape to join her at the bedroom window, sleeved arms slow to embrace her from behind so as not to startle her while shadows disrobed him of their obstructive veil. the initial fervour of their reunion had simmered into a comfortable warmth, not unlike how the gem in her necklace had dulled in their close proximity. characteristic ringing hid within the medley of noises outside, the walls breathing around them and the stifled melody of white noise. when she was with him, the being’s campaign against his human counterpart was adjourned until the itch manifested again. the exact moment in which they were brought together again was committed to memory -- the first touch, the first breath, and the first kiss. no instance was wholly the same and as lips bestowed a chaste kiss to the back of her neck, all felt impossibly still once more.
❝ all great and precious things can get lonely at times. ❞ the quote’s recital was married with a smooth timbre, a near whisper that was further accentuated by layers of dreamy echoes. each disembodied voice represented one possibility out of an infinite quantity, ripped asunder from their respective place in time and space for the sake of theatrics. it was a testament to his presence, a tribute to her and his obdurate resolution to reunite with her over and over again. ❝ after all, it can only admire the sun from afar ---- or perhaps it’s content as it is, in the company of the stars. ❞
pale fingers were slow to climb along the centre of her torso as the other upheld their hold, taking care to enjoy the journey before the eventual destination. the pad of his thumb mindfully brushed over the jewel’s lusterless surface, the gesture lending itself to a proposal which could quell her curiosity with an apodictic truth. their current reality succumbed to a shimmer and for a moment, the edges of the window and the watercolour sky seamlessly blended together. they could walk into the unknown hand-in-hand, experience all that the universe had to offer and seize opportunities that weren’t presented to the average human. she with the necklace, she could follow him where she once couldn’t, even a reality where the moon itself was personified. for now, they had all the time in the world to revel in the privilege of each other’s existence.
WHERE DOES LOVE GO ?
( WHEREVER YOU ARE. )
❝ should we ask it in-person ? i imagine that visitors, in all their scarcity, must be quite the luxury. ❞
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❝ 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 , @lcvelj , hold still just a minute . ❞
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@lcvelj <3′d for a one-liner!
“Thought I heard you call my name, thought that I could take the blame. If you could have it all, why do you want me?”
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hi marry me
" You're pregnant aren't you?" A quick pause. "We're pregnant aren't we? Do you think your dad is going to kill me? "
@lcvelj .
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