aaand-- T~a~d~aaa... they got me."
dark arts	2019-12-07 06:09:24	"Sooner the better," calling upon once hard-frown drawing impersonations for the distinction. Obviously that couldn't be her own thoughts on it, and dropping it with a huff outward determined to relax the whole of her features. "A race against the drawbacks and complications surrounding -- the whole thing; I shouldn't even have these abilities. My ... elder brother was supposed to, but-...nh'h. When he came of age, he never exhibited any of the signs... so they tried again."
dark arts	2019-12-07 05:59:35	Unwanted, but it held merit. Perhaps that's where acquiescence won out and offered a little more for the one wedging her under proverbial thumb. " They wanted me to settle down, no more night strolls among the headstones and mausoleums, pass on the... well this," no real gesture to be made, sufficing for a faint shift and glance upward conveying the absurdity of it all," --and with someone who turned out to be a germa-phobe, no less. ... Ridiculous."
dark arts	2019-12-07 05:54:41	Old-- present habits refused to give up, at any rate. Unfortunate (from her perspective) that these blind sweeps landed only on vital points, to which expressed themselves in minute guttural scratches of irritation. It was that or the lame, but resourceful flip of phrase altogether. But what, what had dissuaded Alessandra from kicking a shoe straight at him? Oh, right; the idea of having to cross any of this with a bare sole. Not the chance of its unkind return or incineration outright, because that would be more concerning. Throw menacing (or not) looks instead, as that worked wonders so far with ghastly orbs embedded, hn? " ...Actually. Yes, I did." Ah, she'd not reduce her barbs so easily; though could she be blamed? Appeal towards airs of mystery, maybe it wasn't so clever a generalization after all and the support however crass...
dark arts	2019-12-07 05:45:01	Cease permitting these little things to ruffle you so, the sooner connection is made, the fewer advantages of an even temper remain available... and those are already scarce in present company much to great dismay. O, if only she had known for certain all voice then on found itself on a timer. It would have been at least something to look fondly toward... or so she'd claim with reduction of disappointed bristle in mind. Especially after poking at fresh wounds, cue there the idle stretch and furl of submerged digit whilst the entirety of expression lent itself over to a perturbed scrunch seasoned by a rough expel, "I don't see how that's relevant," arrived the grumble prior to some eventual give on her otherwise adamant front of silence and then eventual concede to other speculation by way of a meek, but unhelped shrug.
dark arts	2019-12-07 05:44:53	May fingers resist the urge to clench down upon the flimsy cup, but be assured of this; what just happened would surpass knowing of any helpful hand in present company. And that her own jurisdiction did not extend to use or the double-ups on sleep aids. Ghosts in the necormancer's own closet to that end of which were her own, surprise-surprise, but say one way or another could not find round sturdy enough to accuse either of worse methods for escaping imagery, thoughts, and then some for the sake of a few hours rest. Neither were exactly shy about vices either; how often the run-ins transpired with a bar counter serving as mediator between them. And while the woman of reddened garb could not read of the label's script, there were only so many guesses and none would be made when fickle audience then hung on the careless toss into his own mattress and the tangled mess of sheets.
dark arts	2019-12-07 05:44:41	Iori spared of the pictures of 'grossed out' over the course of his pill popping blatantly so, but her quieter executions found themselves among a turn away and incremental shake in order to clear free of compelling urges to shudder. Odd thing to possess aversions for, but she would maintain that everyone had their hang-ups. Her own just so happened to revolve around imagination's over-active state-- and that upon learning of its appearance only exacerbated the sensation it derived. Every fiber of will put into resisting those convulsions and confined them to the incomplete flutters of her lashes, and doing naught more than blurring whatever part of the bland sty she'd decidedly focused on. Refuse those flits back while shoulders bunched over even the slight out of noise from his gob.
dark arts	2019-12-07 05:44:33	Did they have to be so loud? Frequency of its register may be the only thing agitating to the woman, but as one first and bewitcher of the deceased second --they were not without occasional lapses into provocation over less and Alessandra had her fair share, if not an abundance. Nor did she carry these as well-guarded secrets; there were other pieces of her dossier to fill such a role. Only not so secret as it would turn out even the haggard could still finesse their way into a proper deduction, and least of all would the dark-haired conjurer consider herself luckier for it. In fact, debatable as the concept could be surrounding incidents leading up to this very point there stood reason to believe that her own sentiments aligned with this being the worse fate and that karma had turned swift on its heel to fell her with the humbling blow.
dark arts	2019-12-07 05:44:27	Preferable to the one undertaking spine vexing bends, but what of her? Oh sure, there was the freedom to exit at any given point --this option would not slip away due to an absent mind. While Alessandra's did drift, it only served to draw those clutches tighter around that surefire stop even though the solution was but a short-term one. And maybe she was that godless soul to dare look for such a level leagues upon leagues below the rumored seventh to ninth. She would claim so, but in reality the woman had limitations still about what she did and did not seek to exhume, however that did not mean that all of the devout were exceptions. Little more consideration that it ought to have and certainly more than it deserved under the circumstances and thus paler orbs had entertained the meager to and fro sweeps afforded the condemningly noisy container comprising child-proof plastics.
Yagami Iori	2019-12-07 04:37:40	And neither here nor there, dulled claws inclined to pry as their innermost wont. "... so, hn'h? You ditch an alter for this nunnery?" Efforts to parse meaning, predisposed toward pulling at morsels before they were given proper their proper light. Naturally, one thought gave way toward grimly goads. "... Not a bad idea anyway. Sure the search party's a real skeleton crew." Hnh'krh.
Yagami Iori	2019-12-07 04:28:31	Tripped a wire with his wondering? Regards from the subject formerly pinned under the thin glass of her intrusive scope. But there he was feeding rock from his point of rest to favor a tearaway lean, lining forearms across his knees to allow idle hands their hang off over the edges of leather-guarded patella. "Guessing old habits die hard?" He liked to think he could trace the lines of her walk, but lo' a cynical man to the last. Little bit of escape here, little grave-digging there -- not that he was in any place to lambaste her outright.
Yagami Iori	2019-12-07 04:22:17	An appropriate response of someone assuming their sleepy swipes erring on the side of repaid curiosity would only yield guarded generalizations. Cue then an appeal toward personal interest, calling down that neck brought straight and rigid for a dubious perk to recover the miss caught in her own diversion. More than he expected, surprises hiding yet around corners untouched throughout an eve' regarded as plainly "uneventful." She'll not win a pop of understanding, or other such tells of follow, but his attention only divided partway by an adamant cover of fringe was hers to claim. "I'd be disappointed if you were above the feeling and still made an ass of yourself," he offered his wry say, short cant over to the proof of incompetence soaking its pain away in a localized bath. 'Cause what a hopeless, silly world it would be if the emotionally unfettered were absolute klutzes that mishandled bottles, shelves, doors, and presumably everything mundane.
Yagami Iori	2019-12-07 04:07:34	Empties all around, and the first thing to go over the lips and past the gums since his wild picnic would do so down an avenue dry in lieu of hydration assuredly more direct. Off the flick of his wrist, Iori cast the miniature bottle back into the eyesore of twisted blankets and strewn pillows to land where it may -- rattle and gentlest thump. His second rose up to mask the maw, lower edge of his mitt aligning itself just beneath the hang of his bottom lip that he may set the medicinal tab along its interior aaand... A sudden throw of that firebrand's coif, back and with motion to bring his unbound throat taut, timing swallow for momentum and gravity to take the rest out of his hands and see the pill safely en route. "G'nh..." Unpleasant without the wash, but the spirits kinder than either of them may breathe easy knowing he hadn't taken it with something as vile as loosely re-branded ethanol. Start that timer now.
Yagami Iori	2019-12-07 04:07:15	No, no; leave the spiritual folk to their rest. There was likely a special pit of Hell for those willing to orchestrate that brand of sacrilege, and he was perfectly fine in occupying a shallower hole should that be the final destination. Zolpidem anyhow -- not cyanide -- and contrary to the worst assumptions that may be gleefully cast to sully an already poor moral character, he had not abused it... terribly much. Listless stirrings and a bevy of preoccupations, and one was liable to absentmindedly pop an extra dosage within the small window of between ingestion and unceremonious conk-out. Things happen. Aye, far better than olives, though he'd gladly take a swill of brine if it meant getting the pill down his gullet with minimal fuss.
Yagami Iori	2019-12-07 04:07:04	Luck be the lady in red and skeletal wreaths -- that a moon hiding in plain sight of the onlooking sun presented itself as attractive mystery to bestial glows; that a stomach absent of even its blistering bile compelled hulks to suckle on rotten larvae; that he simply made turn the opposite direction. Would-be torture artists may need to move toward prying off the nails once they ran out of teeth to pull; Iori would not readily admit the comforts cropped from drugging himself to slumber on his own merit with reassurance looking him dead in the face all the while. ... As much as it might have made Alessandra squirm to learn of this incidental role, it simply was not worth the irreparable blow to an already ailing rapport of menace.
Yagami Iori	2019-12-07 04:06:52	Call it a concept novel to he; losing even abhorrent featurettes under an all-consuming blind of black and flooding red only to reclaim them in (marginally) good health sometime thereafter. The opportunity to survey wellness after War road up on its dreadful steed, but see how he's misplaced his shares of sentiment when weighing the security of veritable compatriot Plague as if gold to a miser in denial. Weaving the same tapestry of doom, gloom, and hellfire they might have been through work in their own family businesses, commonality was hardly an attribute worthy of the same consideration when good reason and restriction found itself engulfed in those tainted flames.
Yagami Iori	2019-12-07 04:06:34	Rest assured, in spite of the words given life by his dry derision, an anticlimactic blackout to bookend one awful week was highly preferable to the alternatives. T'was bound to end as such one way or the other; no flame raged eternal, and that which fueled man were no different, violet perversions notwithstanding. Daresay the current circumstances were more a boon than he had known on the dreary descent from blood-spewing highs too grand and incomprehensible in its splendor for mortal sensibilities. Or... the integrity of the esophageal lining, for that matter. Isolation ever the name of the game, and some solace salvaged from the bleak dignity of solitude, it felt more appropriate from where they found themselves sitting to keep confirmation of the supercilious specter poised high in her broken throne against each visible contortion of hostility to mar her eerie visage.