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1/16 villain archetypes: THE OUTCAST.

Cheeks are stained rouge with chagrin upon his usage of ‘entertain’ and the closeness of proximity now between the two. 

“ Wh- h-hey would you quit that!? I’m being serious here. He hasn’t sent word on whatever task he’s on and it’s been a week now! From the sound of things YOU seem to know where… tell me. ”

Cerise attempts to bite at the thumb pressed to her lip, staring upward at the towering male with frustration and embarrassment. He was so cruel to her, more so than Roman honestly, though they both equaled out when it came to being childish.

   `  and  what  a  damn  shame  that  is  .  `  voice  lays  monotonous  ,  tone  vague  enough  as  it  was  as  smirk  grows  forth  of  bloomed  lips  .  he  finds  entertainment  within  her  fear  ,  suffering  gains  joy  /  as  roses  bloom  from  his  eyes  .  perhaps  she  could  serve  as  entertainment  truly  ,  entirely  dependant  as  he  pressed  his  hand  to  the  wall  directly  behind  her  allowing  ebon  eye  the  glory  of  her  entire  face  .  with  thumb  still  ghosting  unto  her  lower  lips  ,  he  marvels  to  her  visage  before  speaking  .    `   --    do  i  really  know  ?  maybe  i’ve  forgotten  .  `

❛   OH !    I - I’M SORRY   ❜    how novel  :   a princess in a quaint disguise ,   a simple hood ,   who runs from her father’s knights   &.   collides into a stranger .    pale jade peer up ,   wholly apologetic ,   but she hears their footsteps near   /   their voices grow louder  ;   she cannot risk staying in one place for too long    ❛   i …   um …    e - excuse me   ❜    //   @wingheel

     though  another  quelled  ‘neath  the  fire  of  his  appearance  ,  he  sought  iron  in  the  sense  of  vowing  ivory  hands  to  aid  her  in  standing  .  perhaps  he  should  listen  to  warning  words  of  emerald’s  lips  ,  do  not  draw  attention  to  oneself  within  the  confides  of  the  city  .  ah  ,  and  yet  it  pained  him  to  force  saccharine  smile  from  wolven  lip  .   `  --  you  okay  ?  `

@wingheel / random starter for you.

     `  --  funny  ,  don’t  remember  asking  for  your  opinion  .  `   words  meld  from  ivory  teeth  ,  tongue  burns  ‘neath  embers  as  he  turns  /  head  cants  towards  the  other  with  hint  of  mischief  burning  within  ebon  eye  .

@wingheel

            crimson irises remained focused on the destructive world outside thick - paned windows. each time a grimm clawed its way from a bloody pool, emerald found herself less &. less capable of looking away — both mesmerized &. disgusted by the process. a street rat like herself didn’t belong in a place like this ; surrounded by doctors, murderers &. whatever the fuck kind of goddess salem claimed to be. she’d wanted freedom, for the most part, &. sold it all the way for the promise of a good meal. upon the snake realizing she was no longer alone, emerald turned &. bared sharp canines until seeing who the intruder was.  ‘  did you need something ?  ‘ 

    `   did  i  need  something  ?  maybe  .  `  words  digress  to  his  lips  ,  peach  in  tone  herald  to  sunset  burning  ‘neath  his  chest  plate  /  hands  well  to  either  side  of  his  head  as  he  moves  the  barrels  of  his  feet  against  the  table  .    sovereign  came  locks  of  hazed  smoke  ,  clouding  his  vision  /  ebon  marking  against  soft  grey  as  he  gave  a  low  exhalation  baring  sight  ‘pon  her  bodice  .    perhaps  through  enticing  boredom  he  could  have  enticed  another  within  svelte  words  ,  marble  passing  through  ivory  teeth  as  they  mar unto  his  lower  lip  with  a  wry  grin  .  `   ...  bored  ,  in  truth  .  `

What didn’t kill me gave me an immense amount of trauma