#londonfallen

[sunlessea]

he's got someone's attention, that's for sure. through the mass of kindred and kine alike who move through the club, some dancing among each other's arms and fangs to the beat of live music, others stumbling from drink in their heads ... he occasionally catches his eye, where he can feel the human in question burning a hole into him. fedir himself isn't talkative, shooing away men and women alike who fumble their way towards him, all of them rejected with a cold turn of his shoulder or, in dramatic cases, a flip of his braid somehow both snobbish and sheepish in mannerism.

but he'd have to be blind not to have noticed the human who keeps trying to catch his eye 'cross the room, even amidst its chaos. in the end, he excuses himself from what little company he had been with to separate himself from the bulk of the club's crowd, gracefully moving 'tween them all to climb the stairs to the upstairs balcony.

"an admirer? mm, but he's kine . . . . must be a blood doll."

@londonfallen / adam :)

#londonfallen #` ✞ adam & eve. ⁞ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross… your beauty never‚ ever scared me. #` ✞ saint eve. ⁞ i’ll be your virgin mary… open your arms‚ my holy sanctuary.

[wonderloste]

@londonfallen, cont. for reasons lmfao.

they are correct in their assumption he would turn sour from lack of holding their attention, even if only for a moment. and yet a worthy moment it would be, as the mirror they had seconds before touched shifted free from their reflection to display now the only source of true, colorful light in the prior dimly lit crevices of the altar's home. little by little, did the effect spread, like a spark lit by magic : as if running through string, black windows began to fill with soft color. the stained glass reflects on the floor, the walls. this is the theatre to which a sacrilegious horror grants alice his divinity, the very undivided infatuation he so craved. deserve is such a strong word and yet there is no utterance of disagreement from the bandersnatch themselves. were they to give voice to their thoughts, in fact, they would argue that he deserved far more than the mere gift of praise. soft is their hum, a deceptive mix of amusement and contentment : it is with a light heart they note he seems to touch them more familiarly and often than he had when he'd found his graveyard. so standoffish had he once been, but they are happy to give him the intimacy that he demands.

their head lifts to search his face, lips parting in coy consideration with narrowed eyes. so adept are they at dramatics, easily do their expressions match the thoughtless but love-stricken, albeit genuine, role they play. "devotee is not quite my aim though, is it? no, it's much more romantic than that. you are special, mi amor. such prayers," their free hand lifts to tap the tip of their finger to their bottom lip, "are not spoken for mere gods... there is a separation between the divine and you in my space, for you are so much more than any holy platitude words may weave, try as i may." it is difficult to tell 'neath the adoration in their eyes where heartfelt love translates to mirthful tease. such is who they are, but even still, heartfelt it is. they reclaim clarity lost, at last giving him the consideration he craves. a kiss now, from their lips to the crook of his neck, silas's head tilted by delicate fingers so they may do so. they speak 'gainst his skin, "querido ángel, restaura mi fe en el amor y la divinidad," and now moving away from his jaw, their fingers instead tug at wonderland's borrowed and buttoned garments, though only enough to be pulled so that they may instead place that chaste kiss directly 'pon his heart. his chest, so achingly warm against the ravenous bandersnatch, made of freezing nightmare. were he any other, they'd have eaten his heart : and perhaps, far less literally, they craved it still. "mi corazón está dentro de ti, a quien aprecio tanto." though they do not quite straighten their posture in proper, they do adjust to look up to him. "forgive me, silas, for i am weak. it's not mere devotion that i seek."

#londonfallen #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me. #how long do u think this one will take u #are u staring at ur phone rn waiting for this to post oh my god #ur such a loser #ʚĭɞ ― thread: handmade heaven ˊˎ-

[mercysfool]

"let me help you." knelt down, he takes the injured party's arm in his own, light dancing off his hands as it spreads to him, mends the bloodied tears in his skin. what damage the knife had done, now, is near moot. jack-of-smiles is long gone, scared off, but he stays here, helping him up to his feet. and in doing so, he brushes the man's hair from his face, politely. "are you okay?"

@londonfallen › silas.

#tradition too u know #londonfallen #❛ ⚜ ic. ⁞ the dawn of day reaches out to you.

[reapcrbunny]

@londonfallen - ' my dear friend, what has happened ? ' - from, the snow.

( 🐇 ) EVERYTHING . . WAS SO dark. the query posed unanswered as her focus was to try and figure out where she even was. the last she recalled was . . being in a fight and being cut down. it didn't seem that serious . . the type to perhaps knock her out for a moment but where she was now was NAUGHT A PLACE she recognized. < WHERE . . AM I ? > she didn't wish to sign the belief she felt within her gut. WHERE WAS HYDAELYN ? who was . . this person ?

#londonfallen #{ dahlia panicking: oh fuck am i dead } #( UNDETERMINED V )ㅤ ㅤ ( ㅤ 🐇ㅤ ) ㅤ ㅤ — ㅤ NOT SURE WHAT YOU'RE ASKING OF ME #OUT OF CHARACTER ( MEME REPLIES )ㅤ ㅤ ( ㅤ 🐇ㅤ )ㅤ ㅤ — ㅤ thanks for being grand uwu

[turnsorrow]

if alisaie had any minion in the game (aside from her porxie / conceptual army of porxies ) what would she have

she feeds it after midnight so that it’ll bite alphinaud’s ankles under his bedsheets

#◦ 「 ☆ 」 —— out of character . #thanks 4 asking #londonfallen

[strywoven-moved]

@londonfallen​ : 👫 wAIT HELLO IM SO CURIOUS ... silas + kaen / lucien + kaen !!!

PROMPTED.

Silas + Kaen :

In reference to that ask I sent a bit ago : I will confirm that Kaen’s natural post is to sit at Silas’ feet , if not nearby in some similar way.  I cannot exactly tell you HOW he managed to convince them to do it , or perhaps they felt it was simply necessary given the energy he began to exude the moment he knew they were under his control but— It is what it is. 

Kaen is likely ALWAYS seen somewhere near Silas.  Ironic as that is.  Not beside him , no , but probably standing behind his shoulder waiting for a direct acknowledgement or order.  This brilliant-glowing creature marching obediently along behind him is enough to make anyone pause and reconsider their doubts in his ability.  As an aside to this , if he tells them to HURT SOMEONE , they might hesitate , but they’ll do it.  Burning alive is one helluva way to go.  As a reward for their tribute , Silas patiently wipes their tears and consoles them.

I will 100% vouch for the fact these two have some weird and severely toxic tension going on as their relationship deepens.  Have they kissed ?  Absolutely.  Was it pleasant or affectionate ?  No , not at all.  Have they done anything more than that ?  I doubt it.  But we both know Kaen “gets a kick” out of dangerous scenarios.  So you do the math here.

Kaen’s loyalty is ABSOLUTE .  End of subject.

Lucien + Kaen :

Kaen is EXTREMELY SENTIMENTAL .  When I say this , I mean to imply that while the two of them have pretty much outgrown their roots and secret affairs , Kaen will often remark , ‘Hey , remember when [insert memory here] ?’  While Lucien isn’t surprised they’ve hung on to all these memories of them together , it always serves as a reminder of how much Kaen CARES .  As an aside , they even have a little scrapbook ( a collection of photos , pressed flowers , and other such things gathered from bygone years ) !

Lucien knows Kaen is , shall we say , SCRAPPY ; he knows they really don’t need anyone looking out for them ( they’re half-god for crying out loud ! ) .  But old habits tend to die hard.  Whenever Kaen is in trouble – and he’s able – he tends to be there to help make it go away , to wipe the ash and blood off their face and remind them they’re OKAY .

If you were to ask me who kissed who first , I would not hesitate to say it was Kaen.  I don’t doubt Lucien adores them and has feelings for them , but there’s something to be said for the fact that Kaen is 10x more emboldened by these emotions than he is.  They’re not at all as passive about it , not like when they were kids and they had to hide it.  I would venture to say that most of the time Kaen tends to make the first move for most things !  The times when Lucien DOES get the jump on them , he’s treated to them being a flustered mess ( funny how they’re not so brave when the tables turn ) .

Lucien does not only fulfill the role of Kaen’s first love , but also their BEST FRIEND .  It might be safe to assume that they know almost everything about each other.  It’s also safe to assume that even if the new-blooming romance doesn't pan out the way they both would like , their friendship will STILL remain intact and actually become stronger.

#❧ ━ ❝ OOC || answered ❞ ━ ☙ #londonfallen #londonfallen || lucien #londonfallen || silas #oh i'm sorry-- #did you mean you wanted BOTH ? #bc my fingers slipped & i did both c:

[poswiecenia]

( 🌙 ) SHE'S BEEN HERE ( wherever here even was, archons . . ) long enough to hear that it enjoyed sherlock novella's. maybe she could . . get out of this misunderstanding. the outlander shifts, putting up a finger in front of it before pulling out three books, HOLDING THEM OUT.

❝ THESE PROBABLY WOULD be considered rare reading for you. i'm new down here and there's . . an awful lot of rules that i'm not aware of yet. how about we trade, hm ? leaving me be FOR THESE BOOKS, ❞

@londonfallen gets this for nests from lumine

#londonfallen #LUMINE ( UNDETERMINED V )ㅤ ㅤ ( ㅤ 🌟ㅤ ) ㅤ ㅤADRIFT AMONG THE STARS ; HOPEFULLY A BREAK ?

[sunlessea]

he's ... insane, probably. definitely. he's grown used to the stares he gets, disdain and shock alike. they try to hide it more, when fires itself is present : but he doesn't really care, either way. they'd look at him that way even if he weren't oft wrapped in its arms. he is a caitiff, after all.

"wait, mr fires." he scrambles, careful not to drop anything he'd been working on unceremoniously as he reaches out to it, grabs it by its cloak. its neddies bristle, and it is his identity alone that spares him. his fingers dig into the fabric. "are you ... are you available? right now?" adrien shouldn't be. it's the middle of his shift. that, alone, is quite strange for him. this is nerve-wracking, when an entire factory of workers is boring their eyes into him. how could anyone stand so tall accosting a master among the public, like this? "i'd ... i'd like you to be."

@londonfallen / :)

#londonfallen #` ✞ adrien. ⁞ all my life i’ve been so lonely‚ all in the name of being holy. #` ✞ fires & adrien. ⁞ it’s blasphemous‚ but holy. i’m nervous and tripping over my words‚ you’re so pretty it hurts.

[wonderloste]

in alice's long history, put up against every soul that has fallen before it and even the one that had fallen with it unbeknownst to it at the time, there is one thing wonderland's reddest of kings is auspiciously certain of ... this topsy-curvy world has never yet seen someone as mad as irons. an unreachable feat when buried 'neath the throes of a world that has never seen sanity to begin with, for certain, but what else is there to say about it, when the entirety of the spade kingdom's citizenry, paused in their dances along the floor of the white king's ball, has frozen in place to stare at them. they are wide-eyed, both in blatant awe and swooning romanticism where their heroine-turned-bat and villain-turned-darling stand at odds from one another, the king of hearts himself not deterred in the slightest by the garnered attention. that, alone, is almost hilariously insane. like steel, he stands his ground, not a single anxious tremble in his voice, but all his power shown instead through the determination with which he traps irons on the dancefloor, finger pointed directly at its chest. they're beautiful, the both of them, he thinks their adoring public is whispering.

"you." all it had taken, then, a mere chance at catching its eyes when he'd turned with the aid of its arm, dodging its clumsy feet in hopes of avoiding stepping on its toes. where his own eyes shine from having forcibly stopped their dance in its tracks, he cannot possibly read its reaction to a king so brazen as to forcibly halt its sulking amidst its friends. but the pull of his own heart is still there, and this feels right, familiar, and necessary. he feels a pounding in his head, where petals rush through his veins. "we're going to save you." he doesn't think it so dramatic, but the deathly silent mooning that falls over wonderlandians around them almost makes him think it should be. "alice! we declare now before you and wonderland both — you are going to forget your love! whether it be falling for another heart, the minds of these people, wonderland, or erasing what it is to hate yourself... you are going to fall into hatred, and lost in the depths of your animosity, you will change your fate!"

@londonfallen / MR IRONS, HOW DID I DO!!!

#EHEHEHHEHEHE #londonfallen #ʚ c. king of hearts ɞ ⁄ roses are red and violets are blue‚ from the depths of my gardens our hearts bloomed. #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #ship tbt. #imagine being candles in the crowd rn

[mercysfool]

"if you were hoping for an escape route this way, i'm afraid you'll be disappointed." his voice, thought lighthearted, bears the sigh of bad news from where he kneels at the base of a broken door control. not to count himself a tech savvy individual : he'd at least thought to see if fiddling with the clear damage would bring life back to it. as it stands ... it seems there's no way through. "the mara-struck have already come this way. the only way out is likely fighting through them."

@londonfallen / sc.

#here u go.... ur hatter content #londonfallen #❛ ⚜ ic. ⁞ the dawn of day reaches out to you.

[reapcrbunny]

@londonfallen​  --  if you receive this, you make somebody happy! go on and send this to ten of your followers who makes you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. if you get one back, even better! ♡     //    unprompted ask,   always accepting   !        

RABBIT’S FOOT.     weeps bc reverse uno    ..  i appreciate you big time ;; thanks very much for this.   i did this semi recently and i continue to state that i adore my moots <33.    those that i believe need cheerin’ up are:  @brightblessed,  @unmeiha,  @eredeha,  @ahkmourn,  @yukitscne,  @azem,  @seatedsacrifice,  @salveticn,  @ishguardienne​ <3

#londonfallen #OUT OF CHARACTERㅤ ㅤ ( ㅤ 🐇ㅤ ) ㅤ ㅤsave save save #OUT OF CHARACTER ㅤ ㅤ ( ㅤ 🐇ㅤ ) ㅤ ㅤ — ㅤ ㅤ asks #OUT OF CHARACTER ㅤ ㅤ ( ㅤ 🐇ㅤ ) ㅤ ㅤ — ㅤ ㅤ clown honks at the dash. its milays

[hakureimaiden]

❝ here, let me hold you. i’ll protect you. ❞ - from asplendour !

STARTER PROMPS. | ACCEPTING!

She stares at the man for a moment before...

“Nah.”

Aaaand Reimu was taking a step away from the mysterious stranger, studying them now as if trying to discern whatever their motive for just asking to hold her was. “I can protect myself just fine.” She certainly didn’t need any creeps grabbing onto her. As if to prove it she manifests a talisman between her fingers, giving it a small wave.

#londonfallen #ever heard of personal space buddy? v_v #` ━ ✿ ⁞ (V. TBD.) // BETWEEN THE KNOWN AND UNKNOWN. ◞ : #` ━ ✿ ⁞ (ANSWERED.) // AS THE GODS SAY. ◞ :

[galaxiasus-a]

// continued from [x] || @londonfallen

     He watches the other so closely, seeing that he was beginning to address him, Travis already had his hand 'pon his chest, over his heart with his head lowered to avoid eye contact with the deity. His body tenses slightly with the question, the ask catching him off guard. "No." He answers blankly, though the moment the response left his lips he wonders how true that answer actually was.

He lowers his hand back to his hand, sighing as he looks to another part of the floor. He wanted to ask in what manner would he find him frightening, but he had a feeling that he already knew the answer to that. "Frightening is.. Not the word for it."  He hopes that would be enough of an explanation. He messes with his bangs, fumbling it behind his ear, but with his head down a few strands still fall out.

     "What you once were held deep meaning. Its not easy to just look at and forget all that you were once symbolized for." Ironic. He lifts his head finally, but he looks at anywhere but him. "Nothing worries me, my lord. I am simply living as I was once taught. Devoted and loyal, to avoid any sense of disappointment or banishment. What else am I supposed to do? Pretend that you're not?" He clicks his tongue, attention now to a spot on the wall. "A disciple and a God. That can't be changed."

#i dont like this take it and GO #i phsyically cringed when i wrote my lord good luck amarin #ur in for a real one #[ * travis. ↳ do you feel like a young god? ] #londonfallen