canusincendia:

                                                 Plxdge 

                          the most powerful weapon

                               in the world

                                   is a human soul

                                         on fire ;;

                         Anna didn’t usually take it upon herself to help those being hassled — but when it was by Strains or Blues, that was nearly the only time she could possibly find it in herself to intervene without regretting it all later. It was simply one of those times as she brought herself to sigh and start to stride towards the man being kept against the wall by two rather ornery members of the Blue Clan. 

                        Now she could understand why some would be easily agitated after everything that has been happening as of late and shifts at work she knew they were pulling with all their might — but in her mind, it gave them no right whatsoever to go and hassle someone who didn’t look like they needed to be questioned so directly about being some Strain. Anna could tell who was and who wasn’t — and this certainly wasn’t the case.

                       So the girl swallowed at him and she brought herself over, the two of the Clansman looking down at her — and though she was small and quite young — it must have been confusing to see them both turn to look at each other and seemingly back off. Slowly, slowly, Anna shoos with with a fierce look in her eyes, keeping them as fiery as she could manage before they retreat completely and Anna stands before the man who had been backed against the stone alleyway wall.

                       ” … 

                                … Unruly. ” was the only word on the Queen’s lips.

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A human soul may only relinquish glory  

When death becomes of one’s fate— !

And those who have deceived death

May only be compromised— !

                                                            For defeating the beast may perish us all— !

Could he have hidden himself ?

Without that incandescent flame that had worn away at the orbs of gilted gold ; he would’ve very well succumbed to his secured trump card. Had he not witnessed the degeneracy of this corrupted throng of life ; he would let that broken throne crumble upon the sin it sustained itself with. Every word fractured him to some degree ; letting the frustration burgeon his senses and provoke anger beyond analyzation. 

No—misunderstanding was to blame.

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Faux expression painted his features ; impatience tugging at a few strings meant to be left untouched. He felt cornered by his own agitation ; and by the men who had emotionally captured him and forced him to an alleyway, where his own companionship was the outward partition of a building. And he was interrogated ; accused of. His head spun with all these terms that he had never heard of, he would try to remain collective whilst he validate his own innocence. Yet that was futile.

Until she appeared.

Blinded by what was emotion ; he couldn’t register the ordeal unraveling in front of him. What appeared to be a girl ; much younger then the opposing two men ; shooing them off with only the power of her glance. Yet there was something…more—to her. That glint in her eye intense and vivid with an intricate image. It was almost intimidating. And she spoke with such—austere tone.

His head canted, attention given to the girl of silver hair. Though size seemed to be the only stifling issue ; indication permitted to portray whom had the more prominent presence.

                    ❝ —

                                       — !!