Opheliancano​:

The artist must create a spark before he can make a fire and before art is born, the artist must be ready to be consumed by the fire of his own creation.

Auguste Rodin (via wordsnquotes)

Yesterday’s fleamarket adventure

calidavidalis‌:

“People have no taste.” The witch scoffed, cocking her hip and placing a lithe hand on it. “What’s that saying? Modern art is I could do that plus yeah, but you didn’t. Although in this case, I don’t think anyone should have attempted.” Calida approached the artist of the stand, purchased the art, and then threw it away right in front of her and the other convention goers. “Well, that takes care of that.”

Shock hung on the cubi’s face as he watched her hand over the cash and immediately chuck the artwork into the garbage. Sure— the art was complete trash and Silas couldn’t believe someone was even attempting to sell, but was it really worth the money just to throw it away? He stood in silence as she spoke, face still holding a look of surprise, and choked out, “Sure does.”

Alexandros + Poseidon

Alexandros: Have there ever been repercussions to your actions you regret?I absolutely regret not fighting for my sister, Ri-na. Not being able to protect her when she needed it the most and not fighting with the Japanese for taking her. I can only imagine what her fate turned out to be and I should have been right there with her. Most might expect it to be my transition, but I know I still would have done it all over again.

Poseidon: Have you ever been so consumed in a task that you lost the reasoning behind it?Often with my art, yes. Wondering if each of these pieces actually make a difference or if I’m just unable to completely let go of the past. Yet— well, I guess I still create so not all is lost.

kasandrarosales‌:

A wallflower. Not the first and certainly not the last of that particular personality breed. Were she more favorable towards potential prey, perhaps Kasandra might even take an opportunity to understand them on a deeper level. As it were, she felt a bit more consistent with the current monotony of her life: seduce, feed, release into the wild once more. Avoid names, avoid faces, and above all, avoid connection. Most deserved the unbearable ache of emptiness which followed them afterwards, but whether this patron also earned a hellish remainder to his mortality had yet to be determined. 

“My club seems to draw those types in like moths to a flame.” The most recent conversation with Leighton quickly surfacing within her mind. Even as she spoke, Kasandra began pouring herself a similar glass to match his and although she preferred wine above all else, mimicry of another tended to lend itself to favorability. People search for a familiar habit, any thread of affinity worth latching onto when in the midst of a natural allure. “I would have noticed you. In here, at the very least.” Bringing the glass to parted lips, she pulls it away just before speaking. “Are you waiting on someone?”

Yet the cubi knew he had flown under her radar, though his presence within the club was not frequent or long lasting when it occurred. Regardless of the perception, Silas’s main and usually only reason for coming into a place like this was his cursed hunger. There was, however, a detail of her comment that he couldn’t fully ignore. My club. Which explained why she would notice individuals, they were all her paying customers and patrons. It was still odd that she hadn’t noticed him, though this just went to show how skilled the cubi’s irish goodbye had really become. Come inside the club, find the easiest human to feed off of, leave without a trace of his existence within. Not such a bad thing in his mind.

After a gentle head shake, his charcoal hues locked into her own and gave a smile, “No.” Not as if Silas really needed to lie about that fact. He was with no one and no one would be coming up to him stating otherwise, “Just needed to get out. I run a shop on my own and while the silence is nice for a while, social interaction — I’ve heard — is essential for humans.” A chuckle and another sip before he attempted to turn the attention towards herself, “I couldn’t help but notice you say this was your club, how long have you owned it?”

This didn’t exist when I was a kid. I didn’t get to see Glenn. I didn’t get to see a fully formed Asian-American person on my television, where you could say, “That dude just belongs here.” Kids, growing up now, can see this show and see a face that they recognize. And go, “Oh my god. That’s my face too.

gabrielxnikephoros‌:

Gabriel huffed out a laugh, “No, no. We’re starting an all out tea war between the owners, Silas. Think big, babe.” He waved his hand in the direction of Tranquilitea. “These two shops have literally hated each other since Anxietea popped up. Don’t ask me why, or how, or what happened, but I live for this kind of petty shit. You can’t tell me you’re not excited.”

Silas had to admit, it would be an interesting time seeing the two shops in a panic while he sipped his tea from in front of his shop and acting as if he had no idea. “Alright, I’ll give you that much,” he hated to say when Gabriel was right about something, but the moment called for it, “But I’m ignoring your request, how did you find you hear about them having beef? There is no way you don't know a little.”

franciscoamore‌:

It was a busy time of year when there was any type of festival happening. Francisco had been to his fair share of them in his centuries of living and it was always the best time for him to work his magic. Unfortunately, it was not the same for Silas. The two of them were very different in how they went about surviving and Fran was never one to judge the people he cared about most. Silas had been and still was one of his closest friends. That also meant that he was going to have a very special mask waiting for him. And he was certainly right when the other cubi pulled a neatly wrapped around package out from behind the desk he was at. A slow smile lifted onto his face. “Silas, have I ever told you that I love you? If not, I certainly need to say it more.” He would wait until he got home to open it. Anything from a friend was something he was bound to like. Especially if it was hand-crafted. “What’s your plans for the festival? Got a hot date?”

A gentle scoff came from Silas at the question, trying to remember the last time he even went on a date that didn’t end with him feeding off them after. He wasn’t sure that was even considered a date to anyone but the other party, not giving them any indication that he was interested in them after it was all said and done. Even before the curse, Silas was not known to be the dating type. He was quiet, didn’t flaunt who he was and often didn’t stand out to those who didn’t know him best. Slow kindling was more in the cubi’s wheelhouse and actually finding anything that resembled a relationship had long slipped into the back of his mind. “My plan was to drink casually and watch the chaos,” a tired grin emerged onto his lips as he spoke, taking the compliments tossed his way and trying to hid the flush of his cheeks, “You know by now that hot date and Silas don’t usually find themselves in the same sentence.”

kieratandanu‌:

      She watched him move a step ladder to pick the masks from the wall, bending over them once he placed them both down in front of her. “That sounds great,” she said, though she was a bit distracted by the masks. Kiera wasn’t necessarily the best person at making decisions, and it showed again in this moment. After another moment of hesitation, she picked one of the masks up and held it in front of her face. “Do you think she’ll like this more–”, she switched it out for the other, “or this one?”

Both had their own unique style and Silas could see how the young woman was having difficulty choosing. One was dramatic, bright, and seemed to have a lot of personality. While the other was calmer, cooler in coloring, but gave off a ethereal feel. The cubi turned his head slightly as she head each mask up and tried to gauge which one was a better fit. “Tell me a little more about her?” he eventually asked, not wanting to make the wrong choice when it came to a gift, “That might help.”

I like observing people. I like looking at things.

Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out  (via slytherinwritess)