°˖✧ { ᴀsᴍᴏᴅᴇᴜs } ✧˖° (closed starter) – Page 2

_{———IT WASN’T THAT HE HAD MISCALCULATED. in reality, that could not be further from the truth. it took time, tailing at a distance he’d consider wise. pulling at his more casual garb, the man almost wished he had a hood to settled into here and now. he’d been told of a man in venice, a brother and kinsman. turning the corner, he bolted right into the man he’d been pursuing, having come in search of familiarity, but only just stumbling upon its delicate web. emerald eyes settled on the face of the italian, his scarred lip caught his attention immediately.}

_{❝ you’re— ❞}

_@wineaged

_{———❝ YOUR GERMAN IS IMPECCABLE. i was surprised when you said you were english. ❞
it was a smile he had spent time perfecting. folding over sleeves and hanging merchandise, the tailor hadn’t even intended to be at the small berlin shop that day. it was a small business located at the former east side of the city, a shop he’d created in his twenties and passed on to friends and employees. his managing assistant had called in sick that day, along with three of his employees. something didn’t seem right — he hadn’t closed for that very reason.}

_{❝ you said you were a tailor as well? in german, that word translates to a cutter. tell me, sir… what is it that you cut? ❞}

_{@lepidopterospy}

_{———❝ FOR SOMEONE AS SMART AS YOU, you seem to be quite tone deaf. ❞
hands clasped in a nylon hold, the man tried his restraints with a mark of disdain. the mafia had their ways with knots it seemed. gaze lifting from his feet, the man rolled his head from side to side, trying to ease the ache in his neck.}

_{❝ tell me again why a brat like you needs a gun like me? ❞}

_@mellohael

_{———TWO BIRDS OF A FEATHER FLOCK TOGETHER. below the nail bed, where the skin was quite tender, a thin splinter remained embedded in flesh. he bit his lip, trying to dislodge the wooden bit with a tweezers, but to no avail. he checked once to ensure that no one was looking, thumb hovering just over the area as the man concentrated. the end slowly wiggled out from its place, untouched, as if magnetized by the other hand.}

_{❝ thank you for lending me your kit. ❞}

_@sickinesis

_{———❝ I’m afraid you’ve come to the wrong neighborhood. ❞
A frown, hand raised in a defensive measure. Shinigami were no laughing matter, one wrong movement leading to something much worse. He had to inform his superiors, a breach in hueco mundo’s integrity.}

❝ What, did daddy not tell you to stay home today? ❞

_@ureio

_{———The strip club was fairly well known in the area.
It took a bit of convincing, one or two newcomers at the firm hoping to take their boss out for a bit of drinks and fun. This was the kind of unprofessionalism he could admire. Steering away from the drunken crew, he noticed the man from across the floor. He could tell he wasn’t a customer, approaching now to see he was behind the bar. Sidling up to the counter, he had ordered a drink and gazed.}

❝ God, I’m definitely not drunk enough to be here. ❞
A smile quirked on one side. Yelling over the music, the German nursed his glass, careful not to let the movements knock it from his hands.

❝ I’m not usually the type to come to this kind of place unless its my birthday, but consider this the unusual. ❞

_@fog-eyes

_{———❝ My, my, Whittaker, you haven’t aged a day. ❞
It was a silly joke between the two of them, Elliot opening the door to his apartment and giving the other a cordial hug before he entered. Such was their friendship, distant and close all at once.}

He hadn’t kept track of the years, always travelling and keeping himself busy. Being what they were, it seemed natural to keep to themselves when necessary.

❝ I’d ask what brings you to my neck of the woods, but the more interesting question is how you got here? ❞
He would have had to correctly time the flight, considering how he looked during the night.

_@ivtus

_{———❝ Now, I’m not one to judge, but your style of makeup could really use a hand. ❞}

_@chasmheld

_{———❝ As much as I love lilies, my cat getting sick is another story. ❞
Clad in black, the man entered the quaint flower shop with an order in mind. It had been some time since he’d last attended a funeral. People he knew often died around him, but by that point, he was long forgotten. Here was someone important enough, he would attend having never seen the invitation.}

❝ I’m not exactly the best at flower language, but I’m told you’re pretty knowledgeable on the subject. ❞

_@greylich

_{———There was a certain beauty at the end of the blade.
He’d never admit it out of fear of his sanity, but the man felt intoxicated at this very second. His code denied all connection to the kill, knowing how it would change him were he to find pleasure in bloodshed. A part of you died with them when you became attached.}

Lifting from beside the limp body, the masked man wiped the blade on its lapel. Clean, quick, and humane. He didn’t need to complicate it with further creativity. A silent word uttered, he lifted his hand to begin the immolation, before pausing.

❝ You’d think a man could get a little privacy. ❞

_@saligiare