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Bianca knows nothing about Azra and she doesn't really care to know her either. All she knows is she's standing directly in the way of her getting back with Dolosá again. When she found out that Dolosá was seeing other people she didn't really bat an eye, but finding out she's seeing a *rust* blood of all options probably at her disposal? Bianca felt absolutely disrespected and quite frankly, disgusted. She's sure there were other women she rotated quadrants with between dating her and Azra, but they don't matter now since Azra is the first one she's heard about thus far. Her, a violet, replaced by some dumb busty rust? Bianca can't even fathom what she'd do or say if they ever managed to cross paths, but she knows one thing is that Azra better keep it cute.
…I... never really liked her…
That one was the other brother, the more cute and handsome one, wasn't he? And more respectful than the tall one, I remember that for sure. Honestly, I'd make a couple exceptions to fill a quadrant with him maybe. I wouldn't mind filling just quadrants either you feel me? He's cuuuute.
I never liked that stank classist bitch. Weirdo.
I never understood how Dolosá had ever dated him...or ever hung out with him as much as she did. Such a waste of time and fucking RUDE!
Dolosá wishes nothing more than anything to forget the time she ever wasted on Bianca. She wishes she could get a lot of the time back that she wasted on all sorts of women she's entertained, but her especially. Bianca was a sort of thrill at first, she was taken and unhappy, she was inexperienced, and she was a woman of quality and wealth. All of that including her brash personality allured Dolosá into pursuing her quicker than she would've liked. It was all so fast and entertaining, it was the thrill of the chase that she desired most. Soon enough, Dolosá found herself being treated as more of a secret. A shameful secret that made that thrill feel like disgusting greed. Bianca felt remorse for cheating on her boyfriend despite doing it many times over before. The only difference now was that she was in an affair for the first time with a woman. To her boyfriend, they were just good friends that grew close quickly. Good friends that hightailed it to Dolosá's apartment given the nearest opportunity after a couple of drinks. Dolosá was into Bianca for more than just sex, she wanted to form a genuine connection with her at one point. Upon discovering her appalling hemospectrum beliefs, own inner turmoil, and being treated like a dirty secret, she immediately wanted to separate herself and her emotions from Bianca entirely. Forget that she ever even existed. It was hard to do when Bianca did nothing but try to contact her and see her in an attempt to reconcile, explain herself in hopes she'd understand. But how could she even begin to try and understand an insensitive woman repelled and utterly disgusted by mutants as a mutant herself? Bianca never had to explain herself a day in her life, why try abd start now? Dolosá felt as if she was some sort of amalgamation of secrets and contradicting, shameful desires for Bianca to dabble in. She never asked to be any of those things. Above everything else, she felt used. She wanted to be seen as a person. Sometimes she wonders if she even saw her as even that much.Dolosá hadn't felt so insignificant and insecure since she was small. She'll never make that mistake again. She hates even mentioning and thinking about her. She wishes she'd just leave her alone already.
She misses Dolosá incredibly and hates herself for ruining what she felt was a good thing. She didn't intend to keep as many secrets from her as she did, they had all just piled up and became too hard to hide after a while. She really was coming around with changes in her shamefully bigoted ideals. Dolosá had truly opened her eyes to so many things, she managed to make her feel deep regret and such sheer bliss to the point it was almost palpable. She truly hates that she found out all of those things the way she did. It made her feel utterly disgusting. She couldn't even fathom how it all made Losá feel. She just wants an opportunity to explain herself. Being with Dolosá made her question her own morals, beliefs and most of all, her own emotions and sense of self, which for the longest time, she felt was all she ever managed to keep true to her person despite everything else she's endured. To suddenly have someone come through and shake all of that up was excitingly disorienting, she'd never had anyone do that for her like she had done and she was certain that emotion couldn't be replicated by anyone else. She wanted all of Dolosá's attention selfishly for herself, she didn't care if they were caught together anymore. Bianca felt utterly scorned by how easily Dolosá seemed to get over her and cast her aside after that night. She had never seen her so angry before, she was near tears. Bianca couldn't understand how after everything they had done together, how much they confided in each other, how badly they yearned for each other, they were just expected to behave as if they were strangers? Bianca couldn't let go of her. She was afraid to lose all of the excitement in her life, the pleasure, the raw emotion, she was scared of losing *her*. Bianca was painfully attracted to Dolosá and she always had been since the day they met. She'd abandon all her high class friends, flings, and luxuries in a heartbeat if it'd mean Dolosá would speak to her again.
I think she’s lovely. She’s very beautiful and very independent, I like that. Very respectable woman. I can't help but like feel she’s got something to hide though. Not that she's shady at all, she just seems to be unreasonably tense at times. Not that any of that is necessarily my business, however. Just an observation. That’s part of why Losá likes her, because she's independent and a bit of a challenge, but it’s a shame she disrespects the time of such an earnest woman. You don’t come across people driven like her all that often, someone with drive and passion about the right things that is. I don’t really think they need to be together until she gets her act together. Besides that, I think it’s nice to know that Zephir has other company than just me all the time. She has plenty of other friends of course, but she never really invites anyone over all that much or strives to make plans with them all. She’s a very sociable girl, she can be the life of the party when she wants to be, but her levels of friendship varies from person to person. Which is why I find it nice that she takes the time to want to schedule things to go out and spend time with Azra. I’ve seen some of the things she’s made for Zeph as well, she’s very skilled at what she does, very intricate and clearly carefully handcrafted stuff. I might ask her to do up our promise rings some time, I think she might be able to do that. I should ask her the next time she comes over. I’ve heard some of the stuff she’s done with Mal before, she clearly puts a lot of effort into anything she puts her time into. She doesn’t just waste her time on just anyone or anything.
Who?
I always thought he was scarier compared to Seethe. In a moderately attractive way. Is that weird? I never really talked with him much when I knew Seethe still, he was always off somewhere else. I think that made Seethe feel some type of way deep down, they talked about him often.
Phemos really likes Seethe and doesn’t have an ill word to speak of them. He gets so nervous around them, though. Often. He usually feels just a little skittish talking to anyone he isn’t used to, but Seethe seems just to exacerbate this feeling. He wants to do right by them and craves their approval more than what's usual for him. With Malach and Seethe being brothers, Phemos naturally wants to have a friendly relationship with them, as hard as striking up and keeping a conversation is for him. He wants to make a good impression on them and feels extra pressure to be liked. To their credit, Seethe has always been very kind to him; offering him food, looking out for him, and always being so understanding. Before meeting them, Phemos had only ever heard of Seethe in passing conversations with Malach. He never volunteered information about them early on. It was obvious from day one how much Malach loved them and valued what they thought. It was sweet. Enough to tug at his heartstrings, really. He can’t help but imagine them with their own grubs, though. One on each hip. The thought always came so naturally, he wouldn’t bat an eye if Seethe were to ever share a desire to raise their own charge. They remind him of the Church’s Mother Superior, Latona, almost unnervingly so; strong, protective, and benevolent. It seemed like an instinct for them to dote on and scold their loved ones as if they were meant to be a father. They’d be a very good one, he thinks.
I like him, I think he’s very nice. He’s got a serious thing for Mal, that’s for sure. He clings to him just about everywhere we go together. He’s very respectful though, he always asks to use or take something when he’s over even though I’ve reassured him multiple times that he’s fine and to help himself. He practically lives here anyway. I think I make him feel a little awkward or nervous though so I try to keep my distance sometimes. I think that’s why he does that. I don’t mean to frighten him, but Malach’s told me that’s just sort of how he is with most people so I guess it’s not entirely my fault. He’s just a pretty nervous guy in general. I never thought that was really Malach’s type of guy. Compared to the last guys, he’s much more likable. Likable and much more tolerable. Much more… everything. For the better, that is. I always ask Malach how he’s doing if he’s not with him, I care about the little guy. He’s a kind boy. Ma would’ve liked him a lot. He’s like family now, I’ve started making extra plates for Malach to take to him when he’s not here and everything. He’s got an interesting taste in movies as well. I bought a couple recently and I asked Malach if he thinks Phemos has seen them already or if he thinks he’d like any of them. I’m still waiting for him to get back to me on that. I think that he’s forgotten. I was hoping that maybe we could all watch them together some time one night. I haven’t seen any of them myself, I was just wondering.
She's my moirial, she’s really cool. I think we had first met at my coffee job when she got staffed and kind of got on ever since as coworkers. Actually, no, now that I think about it, I think I met them at a party my friend was having at her flat. I didn’t actually know her then but I definitely saw her there, she's hard to miss. That was when their hair was still pretty and long, down to her back. Her hairs short, like touching her neck short and kinda shaggy now. I like it though still, its cute. She changes up her hair a lot. She’ll have to wait a while for it to grow out again if she decides to make another big chop on the long list of various Dythia chops, not unless she was thinking of going straight bald this time. Y’know, I’d help shave her head if she wanted me to. Actually I lied, no I wouldn’t. I’d hate it if she was bald. Honestly, now that I think about it she’d probably still look good bald anyway. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s said fuck it and shaved her shit bald before either, I’ve never seen it but I wouldn’t doubt it. Anyway, like seven or so drastic hair changes later and now we’re friends! We hang out a lot, honestly when we first started talking we hung out a lot too but now it's like we can just show up to the other's house without even having to call. Her place is wayyy nicer than mine though. Mines like, a kinda lame and junky basic two bed apartment. Aside from my roommates things, his stuffs alright. Mainly just my stuff is junky. Hers is like, a rich dead guy's super epic legacy. Did you know her hive belonged to a dead man? She said he was a violet guy, found him in there like that sprawled out on the floor like one of those crude body chalk sketches. She showed me where she buried him and everything. I found it kind of weird she made the effort to bury him but that's very Dythia of her. She’s always been strangely compassionate like that. Too compassionate to even consider to call the police. She’s funny like that. You see, I personally think she lied and killed him herself and stole his house and riches all for herself, but that's just my theory. She seems to really like my apartment though, I think it's the difference in space. Everything is closeby and there's no freaky shadows in big empty rooms and crooked hung and peeling paintings littered down eerily big halls. It’s cold as fuck in there too sometimes. I like going to her place for the same reason though, makes me think, “what if,” y’know? Not what if I was the dead guy in that situation, but like, what if I was one of those big fancy Fuchsia’s? I probably would’ve never met Dyth which would seriously suck. But If I was the dead guy, I’d probably be super pissed that two fuckers were in my house drinking all my good alcohol and letting my big fancy rooms collect dust. Stupid cheap band posters put up in replacement of my expensive people paintings that have no other real meaning behind them being created besides the fact that it's the only one made ever in existence just to prove how rich and stupid I am. Anyway, done being the dead guy now, most of the actual meaningful stuff the dead guy left behind was his alcohol, y’know, the strong and exclusive rich high-blood stuff that gets you buzzed fast and drains your pockets even faster to even get your hands on. We’ve definitely happily indulged in his stash. Would be a shame if he bought all that expensive stuff and it went to waste, y’know? I’ve been talking about her house a lot, I like her more than her house obviously, her front yard is pretty big, too. No, but she’s really funny. And pretty selfless when it comes down to it. And very pretty, I tell her how pretty she is often because I don’t think she hears it enough from other people. I don’t think she grew up hearing a lot of things that she probably should’ve. She’s still a little childish at heart which is endearing to a fault, I don’t think she ever phased into that full blown adulty stage, she just gradually started growing bigger but kept the same mindset she had when she was small. Regardless, she deserves to hear it because I know she doesn’t really think it much herself, she’s one of the prettiest girls I think I know. I think she could be a model to be honest but I know she wouldn’t wanna live that kind of life, she loves taking pictures though. Just not of herself. I wouldn’t be surprised either if she just tried it just to say she’s done it before. She’s quirky like that. She's a real, “chill under the radar” type of girl though. Doesn’t like everyone knowing what she’s got going on, besides me most of the time, of course. We were red once for a little while too before we ever got back to being pale, we just used to fuck n’ stuff, I just don’t like being so forward about mentioning it. I’m not ashamed or anything, she’s a hot girl, just don’t wanna sound like a sleaze. Or make her sound like a sleaze. I guess it just explains why I feel so strongly for her the way I do. She doesn’t seem to have a problem when others have pried about it so I guess I shouldn’t either, guess it's pretty obvious the stuff we have between us. I mean, I can’t blame them, we share our clothes, we’re almost always together, we sleep together, we hold hands sometimes, finish each other's cigarettes– yeah I see where it comes from. I’d date her if she asked me to, though. (wink)
I met Kyenyx when I was still a little bit more…loose. I don’t think I ever quite fit in with him and his friends he had at the time, but I found him attractive and his ways of life exciting. Even though some of those ways were concerning… I still think of him that way though, exciting. He’s a very interesting person. I can’t recall the last time I’ve spoken to Kyenyx though, I’m sure it’s been a couple of sweeps since we last met up. He’s a really funny guy, he’s like an awkward type of funny. Not that his humor is awkward or anything like that, just him himself and his mannerisms. Which is why I found it hard to imagine someone who’s so fiddly and meek one moment could willingly be so reckless and such a party animal the next. I guess that’s just how I saw him. All the things that he had shown me was all just a little bit much for me at the time. Albeit fun, just not where I was meant to be. That’s not why we stopped talking though. There isn’t really a reason why we stopped either, we just kind of found different people and we ourselves were just different. We grew, which is cool. If I’m not mistaken, he’s been seeing Ameris now… I’ll have to ask him how he’s been the next time he’s around. Maybe do a little catching up.
It’s been a while since I’ve talked to Seethe. We’re not on bad terms or anything like that, we’re still friends of course. At least I’d like to think we are. It was just a natural sort of drift. You know, people stuff. Happens to the best of everybody. I don’t really think my friends, er…rather my lifestyle, was really much of their pace. We used to see each other for a little bit too but that ended up being pretty short lived since we both wanted two different things out of each other and out of what life had to offer in general. At the time, I wanted highs and thrills, they wanted peace and worldliness. They were always so much more responsible and mature than I was, it made me feel like a dumb kid compared to them to a certain extent. They're probably still like that, I doubt they’ve changed much. They never did anything super reckless. I remember one time I managed to convince them to hang out with me real late one night and we got like suuuper drunk, they ended up throwing up on my shoes, haha. I was laughing my ass off and there they were keeled over, apologizing for my dusty old shoes, shit was funny. I wasn’t even that upset about my shoes because I was laughing too much. I wonder if they remember that too. Wonder how they’re doing nowadays.
It’s a shame what happened to him, with his chucklevoodoos and all. He was still sensible enough when I knew of him. It was only a matter of time before things took its toll. His own abilities were just too strong for him and he never knew when to quit. Pitiful state he's in now, someone ought to put him out of his misery. It’s cruel to let him keep living this way in such a state.
I get shivers in his presence. He is odd and familiar, but I do not like him. Up to something no good. Scary and strong, no good here. No good at all. Bad man.
Phemos doesn't know much about Pricus, or anything more than his name really. He stays away from him as much as he can. Pricus is always with Tratos, and on those off chances he isn't and their paths meet, Phemos swears he can physically feel the animosity and malice coming off Pricus in waves. That guy hates him. He doesn't need to be able to see out of both eyes to see that. Just being near him is enough to cause the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. He doesn't even know what his problem with him is or why Pricus so clearly hates him, Phemos doesn't think they've exchanged even a word.
Pity party! Bad news! Tattle-tale! He's a traitor. Good for nothing. I wish to hurt him badly, squash the weak little blue bug into a fine paste for my pretty paints. It'll make him good for something for once. But Mr. Iscara says no can do. I never get what I want.
Latona isn't exactly sure how to feel about Pricus, or really even sure what he's doing here. While it's true she tries to deter the children away from Pricus, she won't even let Hope be in the same room as him, she doesn't think he's necessarily dangerous. He doesn't seem to be aware of his actions or where he is most of the time, at least on the outside. Looking at him makes a maternal part of her twist up in pity, like he was some abandoned wriggler in need. Still, the amount of time Pricus spends with Tratos or looking for Tratos is absolutely unnerving to her.
Mother...superior. Scary, her and that little one. Her and that big scarred man, too. All of them always together, like a family. I want to have that. Wish she wasn't so scary, I want her to like me too, but Mr. Iscara says no... :O(
Tratos truly does care for Pricus. He wants no harm to come to him, and would truly be upset if it had (something he claims he can’t say for anyone else). Pricus looks at him as if he were the one who hung the moon and the stars in the sky, and its been so long since anyones looked at him with that kind of devotion. He knows he's undeserving of it, deep down he knows, but is it such a crime for him to enjoy it now? While he has it? Finding Pricus was a blessing in disguise, such a good boy he is. So content to sit with Tratos, to be fed by him, to look for him wherever he may be. Like a good dog, Pricus is entirely relient on him. He relishes in it completely, utterly enthralled by how much Pricus needs him, how revered he is in his eyes. He'll take care of him, he'll hold him gently and whisper praises and he'll make sure to never break that image Pricus has of him.
Ah! Mr. Iscara!!! Wanted poster! Hide and seek! Gone fishing! Have you seen him around? I need him right now. Nurse! Sorry, Mr. Iscara says less yelling. He takes care of me here, keeps me safe, treats me good. Guardian angel. He saved me. I owe him my all. Mr. Iscara makes me feel whole. Slowly he is changing me. :O)
He seems like a nice guy, way better than the last. It's been a long time since Ameris has been with that awful ex of his, but I think Kyenyx being a lot more.. um, tame, is good for him. He's way less intense, or at least that's what Ris tells me. More easygoing and even-tempered, I hear. Ris likes him a lot. I think he’s really into his whole... struggling sad artist vibe. I'm not sure if he's even aware of how much he actually likes Kyenyx. I've seen it firsthand. From the couple of times I’ve hung out with them both, his affections are really clear. He makes sure Kyenyx has food in front of him before Ris even thinks of servin' himself.. He's always doing these little things for him. It’s really sweet. But, yes, Kyenyx does seem good for him, he’s never spoken an ill word about him–and Ameris has something bad to say about everybody and anybody–so I think that's a good sign? I'm not supposed to say... but, um, I know a lot more about him than Kyenyx does about me. Ameris tells me a lot. I have to try and pry it out of him, but it’s sweet how embarrassed he gets when he starts on about Kyenyx. Once he gets going, he'll go on and on and on about Kyenyx until he.. realizes what he's doing. Last time, I swear he went on for hours about what... um, books.. and music Kyenyx recommended and how he's been wearing his hair recently... Oh, right, um, the two of us don't actually talk much. Only a few times really. It'd be nice to get to know him better for Ameris's sake but... that's a lot easier said than done.
Oh ummm… Phemos, right? I think he’s alright. He’s pretty nice I think, I don’t know? I don't wanna sound like a jerk, I really don't have a problem with him. He and Ameris are moirails I’m pretty sure. He probably told me before that they were and I just forgot to be honest. I didn’t expect Ameris to have had any other quadrants occupied if I'm being honest. He seems pretty separate from the whole quadrant filling scene. I think they've been moirails for a pretty long time though judging by how they treat each other. Ameris hasn’t really mentioned much of him to me before though unless it was like, a brief mention in conversation or some vaguely important information to know before talking to him or something like that. Like one time he told me about his face, he makes this face, like...all the time, like a really scared wide-eyed looking face. I thought he was just like, nervous or scared or something, but Ami told me he just kind of does that. Which is weird, but I get it. I make faces all the time, too. We’ve only ever met and hung out a few times before and if I’m being honest some of the times were really fucking awkward. The first time we met I shook his hand and I don't know why I did that either I don't really shake peoples hands, I usually just wave. But I shook his hand and I shocked him real bad by accident. The shock was quick, probably not even longer than like a second but he made some sort of weird cricket sound or... something like that, is that rude to say..? I'm still not really sure what it was but it was like a chirpy squeak. He hasn't really make any kind of direct contact with me anymore after that, or if we do, he seems real apprehensive about it. I try to stay out of his way or keep from touching him if we're together now. I felt pretty bad about it. Like I kicked a tiny little dog by accident or something. Ami told me not to take too much of it to heart and that he probably understood it was just a accident, but I dunno. I think he’s like, seriously scared to touch me now. Which is fair honestly, I wouldn’t want to touch me either if I didn’t know I could get electrocuted just by bumping elbows. He kinda reminds me of a guy I used to know when I look at him, he was like, half blind too. Not how his eye is though, his eyes red. It's kinda cool but I just never know which eye to look at. It's not cool that he's blind, I mean––his eye just looks kinda cool. *sigh* Sorry.
He seems nice. We’ve exchanged few words to one another but for the most part, I’ve enjoyed the conversations we've had as well as his company. I’ve taken notice on how Phemos clings to him in social settings when we’re all together, kind of how he tends to do with Malach. The two of them must be particularly close. Malach has stronger feelings towards Ameris than I do, for ...whatever reason. I wish I could apologize on behalf of him and his… intensities… he’s expressed to him, but I believe that’s just how the two of them are? I don’t think they’re capable of getting along as much as Phe would like to believe they could. I’d hate to burst his fantasy bubble about the two of them becoming even remotely cordial with one another, so I've decided to stay quiet about it. I can’t differentiate it from a running joke or if they’re seriously mildly ashen either. If it is a joke, it's a ridiculously long one. Malach’s always got some dumb shit going on with somebody, it’s ridiculous. I’d like to think Ameris is rather respectable though, real nice guy. I like how he dresses also. Very nice.
Phemos thinks Dolosá is okay, she’s nice enough. They don’t talk much and he doesn’t know much about her either, just what he overhears and what he knows from Malach. He doesn’t think of her often, or really he tries not to. He doesn’t like how touchy the two of them are, and their history certainly doesn’t make it any better, though that part is less about her and maybe more about his own issues. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him so terribly jealous, sexual history or not. It’s irrational, he knows its so ridiculously irrational. Nothing could possibly ever happen between the two of them, not just because they’re both dating other people now, but because Dolosá is so obviously not interested in men. He would never think that Malach would do that to him either. Still, he can’t help how even the most innocuous of touches ticks him off; seeing Malach’s arm around her, holding her hand, all he can think about is how he should be doing that with him instead. He almost doesn’t want to admit how cool he thinks she is.
He’s fine, I think. I don't really have much of an opinion or much to say about him. We don't really usually interact much or like at all when we're all in one group. I don’t really know him like that besides the stuff I know that Mal’s told me about him and all. Some of it I could've definitely lived without knowing, some stuff I really didn't care for, but he likes the guy so I'm not overly concerned about it as long as he seems content, which he does. Y'know, I’ve never voiced it before, but I think it's a little more than a coincidence that we look similar. I never really noticed it before until I saw pictures of all of us together. He's coined himself a type I suppose. Mal’s stupid. And real strange. We act nothing alike though, I dunno if Phe likes me all too much either, I don’t want him to think that I’m like, actively trying to take his time from Mal or anything? I've already had my time of dating an Avérsi and I'm most certainly through. Hanging with Mal is no competition to me though, I dunno if I can say the same about her though, clearly the jealous type. Oh wait, shit–– sorry, I meant him. Only reason I say that is because he’s given me a few glares sometimes when Mal pays more attention to me than him or we're doing our own stuff together when we’re all out together or something. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe it has anything to really do with me specifically, but I feel it's pretty obvious. Think that whole jealousy things more of a them two typa thing. Mal’s words, not mine. He's always been a jealous guy too. I guess while I'm getting stuff off my chest here, to be honest when Malach first introduced me to him I thought he was like... one of Mal’s other little girl friends, because–– well, él...estaba un poco construido como una señoraaa, I mean like *look* at him, can you blame me? Not tryna be rude or nothin’, he's cool, seriously, I just really didn't know he wasn't a girl til’ Mal introduced him as his boyfriend. It was just a little embarrassing. Yeah. I don't want to talk about it anymore.
Ever since becoming closer to Zephir, Azra has felt so much happier. She’s never really had girl friends growing up or many close friends at all. Befriending Zephir meant being able to experience all the traditionally girly things she thinks she missed out on; doing each other’s nails, having spa days, gossiping and gushing about their significant others. She’s definitely seen more of Azra’s potential date night outfits than Azra would care to admit, as she always wants to know if she looks good in something first. That’s what girl friends are for, after all. She was and still is so excited about finally having a girl friend that she can have fun with, dress up and most of all, relate to. It’s always so fun to see her on those days they go out as a group.
I think she’s really pretty, gorgeous even. Don’t tell Losá though she’ll hit me. Azra real cool though, that's gang for real. We hang out with Losá together and sometime even at her studio, well, mostly at her studio pretty much. I hate being alone with her sometimes it though, makes me too nervous, she’s got a real pretty voice I can’t really help it. Like if you hear her vocals in the studio? Crazy. We’ve made a few songs together for fun, we sing and dance a lot together in general, it's really fun coming up with stuff with her. Sometimes while we’re out too I’ll carry her stuff for her, her jackets, phones, drinks, it feels like the least I can do for her, for what she does for me you know? Maybe it's weird I dunno, she don't seem to mind.
Azra thinks Malach is very helpful, charmingly so. She appreciates how very productive he always is when he comes in and the work he does around the studio, even on most days that Losá comes over and they seem to talk and goof off more than work. Despite it, she truly is grateful for him and how he lessens her workload. She feels at ease around him as she knows she can depend on him to help her and finds comfort in knowing that his standards are just as high as hers when it comes to leading projects and making music. Even when they’re not working together, in everyday situations, he’s always there to help and Azra thinks it is just so cute. Azra believes they have a good relationship and is thankful for it, she wouldn’t want to be in Malach’s bad graces given her interest in his moirail after all. She does, however, notice how skittish he gets around her, on those off chances they’re alone. She revels in it a bit, thinks its funny how a man of his size gets so nervous around her. But its sweet.
Phemos doesn’t speak much with Deji, or has many opportunities to at all. He’s grateful for it, in a sense, as he’s always found him very intimidating. He’s easily the tallest person Phemos knows and it’s so easy to be afraid of him. He’s seen how Deji is with the grubs, however, especially with Latona’s baby fuchsia. Or, Deji’s baby too now, he guesses? Any way it is, it was surprising definitely, to see someone like him–covered in scars and so, so scary–being so gentle and doting. Phemos thinks its nice he has a softer side to him, but absolutely cannot shake the tenseness he feels near him.
I believe that churchmouse has managed to become lost in all of this. He has been here much, much longer than I, and it is blatant to even some non-believer like me that his faith has been led astray and quite frankly, stolen for quite some time. I have a suspicion he's only cemented here by overly complicated personal relations and obligations he no longer wishes to fulfill. Obligations to people who smile in his face one moment just to turn around and belittle and speak ill of him with the same tongue in the very same breath. They're draining his essence. He feels too much for others. I also know about his… for lack of a better word, "entanglements", with Father Iscara through the disloyal mouths of his aforementioned over divulging and serpentine sisters just to further prove my point for what little regard and respect that they have for him. I can tell he is honest and intends to do no wrong by anyone, so it truly perplexes me how they can show such blatant disdain for this pitiful boy. They’ve practically shunned him. He seems far too meek to do anything detrimental or even remotely larger than himself, really. His feebleness is merely a casted shadow looming over the true potential that is within him that has yet to be witnessed, whether he chooses to acknowledge his strengths or not. There is great strength and contempt within him, I'm sure of it. I will work it out of him myself in time. I don’t wish to cause any bodily harm to little churchmouse, I’ve grown quite fond of him honestly, but if I am left no other choice, I'll have to go about my ways by other more assertive means if necessary. And I really don't want it to come down to that, but he's proven to be close mouthed and stubborn at the worst of times. Even the smallest of rain clouds have to release their rain eventually. I will get him his entitled justice first. He may not necessarily like the ways I go about it, but I reassure it is all in his and everyone else who happens to be in my good graces best interest.
Ameris has never hated Malach, but he's sure come close to. He dislikes him, rather strongly, though the feeling is clearly mutual. Ameris feels warranted in feeling so. Malach barely even respects Ameris's relationship with Phemos, of course he'd feel justified in disliking him. You couldn't possibly expect him to be overly friendly or even comfortable with someone who was so perspicuously stringing his moirail along, essentially playing with his feelings. Never mind Malach's blatant animosity towards him. It's entirely unrealistic. It certainly didn't help that Phemos would come running to Ameris, voicing every action and transgression that upset him. He came close to genuinely hating Malach those times that the two broke up, when his moirail was left shattered, so devastated all he could do was cry, and Ameris had to be the one to help him pick the pieces up. Since then, Malach has effectively grown into a pesky thorn in his side. Between Malach constantly needing to be around his moirail and regularly interrupting their hangouts, he feels as though he barely has any time to hang out with his friend anymore. He won't even let him have time with his OWN moirail. They have consistent arguments over who gets him that week. As if he wasn't his own person! As if either of them could make that decision for him! And Malach always acted like he could! So annoying. He's annoying.
He gets on my fucking nerves, I don't care if he's Phemos' moirail or whatever, I'm his matesprit. His boyfriend. And he needs to recognize that. He need to get a man of his own already and quit hogging mine. I don't know where all his attitude comes from either but I'm sick of it and I swear I'm gonna slap the damn stripes off his skin if he keeps taking my time with Phe away.