(06-04-2024, 02:09 PM)Helene Laurent Wrote: Helene had realized after the fact that she should have given some descriptors as she had with the writer, but to late now. Instead, she sat at a table that could be seen clearly from the entrance with a copy of Interview with a Vampire on display. It couldn't be more obvious than that, under the circumstances, other than flashing her fangs at people.
(06-03-2024, 07:43 AM)Beauregard Bertrand Wrote: To someone on the ground, it might have looked like two flighted creatures fighting, and the bird was decidedly not the victor. But for all that he felt he was soaring perilously toward the sun for minutes, he endured hardly such suffering. Seconds, in the end, before Raziyya was counting down to his freedom.
On one, he was free, toes splayed and worming as if to find purchase in the air. It did not take him more than a moment to right himself, and once he did, he was headed with anxious purpose to the car. Let someone see him turn from bird to man. He'd suggest them into believing they were a fucking bird.
Whirling to his properly sweatered form, he shook off the tension literally, whipping his hands at the wrist and elbow as if they were dampened.
"Madwoman!"
(06-08-2024, 08:17 PM)Asha Rao Wrote: Empty? What the fuck, thought a woman who couldn't grasp any sense of the void within her that she presented to her friend. She wasn't empty. If anything, she was finally a whole person again.
Her hand went to her stomach, ever protective even if she couldn't sprout claws. And thank goodness she couldn't, because she finally had someone who needed her just as she was.
Quote:He would ask for reasons and maybe she didn't feel like being reasonable.
A part of her wanted to dig further and find what his exceptions would be. Find the line where this man of reason was swayed by emotion. Another part told her to stop because she was being self-serving and why the fuck did she want his, like, permission? Why was it so important he agree with her?
Maybe because she was really good at getting swept up. And he was...solid.
"If you had a time machine and could go back...would you stop your infection?"
Waylin would retort with some quip about fucking with time and how that hypothetical was flawed. If Chief Tomás dodged the question the same way she might quietly and politely pour the rest of his latte over his head.
Quote:The jar and the paint water that would absolutely stain the floor were forgotten, temporarily, as her brain moved like a panicked bird.
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A ghost stood before her, just past the threshhold, and Minnie stared at it, brow furrowed, mouth hanging half-open. The panicked bird in her head died, disappeared, replaced by white noise, her mind and body separating, shock rendering her a breathing corpse for several long seconds.
Quote: In another few minutes, if Joaquin did not take it on himself to make sure the job was done, her labored, wheezing breaths would cease altogether, and the wild bird in the cage of her chest would stop beating its wings for a few long hours.