not made by human hands.

Never heard a rumour about you that'd be safe.

“Heh. Then what about unsafe ones? They tend to be your favorite, if memory serves.”

darknessmolten

"My true preference are sordid facts, perhaps some exaggeration for dramatic effect."

“And dodging my question for the sake of said drama, it seems. Baseless conjectures hold no merit, you know.”

#darknessmolten

Never heard a rumour about you that'd be safe.

“Heh. Then what about unsafe ones? They tend to be your favorite, if memory serves.”

#darknessmolten

rpmememaker

Tell my muse a NSFW rumor you’ve heard about them.

#meme.#>:)

ohisms

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 1-800 ( HIT MY LINE ) ... ( a collection of texting prompts, part two. adjust phrasing as necessary, mature themes present. )

[ TXT ] : you could just say you're sorry.

[ TXT ] : this doesn't mean i forgive you.

[ TXT ] : be outside in two minutes or you're dead, i mean it.

[ TXT ] : the least you could do is let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] : i think i lost my [ ITEM ]. is it there?

[ TXT ] : where are you? nobody's heard from you.

[ TXT ] : pick up. pick up. pick up.

[ TXT ] : what if i said i'm outside?

[ TXT ] : keep me posted.

[ TXT ] : i want to kiss you so bad it hurts.

[ TXT ] : send me your location.

[ TXT ] : i hope this is some sort of emergency.

[ TXT ] : i woke up and you were gone.

[ TXT ] : they know. i don't know how, but they know.

[ TXT ] : don't come home yet. i'll explain later.

[ TXT ] : don't say i didn't warn you.

[ TXT ] : i can't tell if you're mad at me...

[ TXT ] : just trust me, ok?

[ TXT ] : [ IMAGE DELIVERED ] you left this behind.

[ TXT ] : are we still on for tonight?

[ TXT ] : i want you to admit what you did.

[ TXT ] : did you just hang up on me?

[ TXT ] : are we ever going to talk about this?

[ TXT ] : this is bigger than both of us now.

[ TXT ] : i'm still waiting.

[ TXT ] : what are you doing tomorrow night?

[ TXT ] : fine, i'll do it myself.

[ TXT ] : you're still my emergency contact.

[ TXT ] : stop, you're making me blush.

[ TXT ] : i lied earlier. i'm not fine.

[ TXT ] : [ MEDIA ] ... delete this after you look.

[ TXT ] : i'm not joking.

[ TXT ] : what happened to "never again"?

[ TXT ] : i just want to make sure you know you're not alone.

[ TXT ] : i don't know who else to call.

[ TXT ] : can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] : you couldn't have told me this in person??

[ TXT ] : i can't wait to see you again.

[ TXT ] : did i do something wrong?

[ TXT ] : i can't help you if you don't let me.

[ TXT ] : i have ... sort of a favor to ask.

[ TXT ] : i'm grabbing food, want me to pick you up?

[ TXT ] : you looked at me different tonight.

[ TXT ] : i don't want to be alone right now.

[ TXT ] : i can't believe you'd actually say that.

[ TXT ] : don't worry, i handled it.

[ TXT ] : i didn't think this through.

[ TXT ] : give me a straight answer.

[ TXT ] : if you go to the cops, so will i.

[ TXT ] : someone's feeling bold today.

[ TXT ] : were you ever going to tell me?

[ TXT ] : i shouldn't have said that.

[ TXT ] : we kind of have a situation...

[ TXT ] : i keep re-reading our old messages.

[ TXT ] : like, a BODY-body??

[ TXT ] : you should hate me right now.

[ TXT ] : i didn't plan for this, either.

[ TXT ] : i know you're reading these.

[ TXT ] : have you been taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] : it's getting really bad again.

[ TXT ] : [ IMAGE DELIVERED ] am i doing this right...?

[ TXT ] : i'm coming over whether you want me to or not.

[ TXT ] : i need you to delete our texts.

[ TXT ] : were you at [ LOCATION ] yesterday?

[ TXT ] : you got anywhere to be later?

[ TXT ] : i know it's 3am but i need to hear your voice.

[ TXT ] : are you having fun?

[ TXT ] : i'm on my way, don't go anywhere.

[ TXT ] : it's been awhile, we should meet up somewhere.

[ TXT ] : oh my god, are you bailing again?

[ TXT ] : [ LINK ] ... this reminded me of you.

[ TXT ] : so that's it? we're just... done?

[ TXT ] : wear the [ ITEM ] i got you tonight.

[ TXT ] : you looked at me different tonight.

[ TXT ] : bring a jacket, it's freezing.

[ TXT ] : your secret is safe with me.

[ TXT ] : this wasn't meant for you. forget you saw that.

[ TXT ] : do i need to come over?

[ TXT ] : stop, you're making me blush.

[ TXT ] : you're running out of time.

[ TXT ] : don't bother making excuses.

[ TXT ] : i see you typing...

[ TXT ] : i don't think i caught your name.

[ TXT ] : they know. i don't know how, but they know.

[ TXT ] : i wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

[ TXT ] : you snore, by the way.

[ TXT ] : show me what you're working on.

[ TXT ] : call me right now, it's an emergency.

[ TXT ] : if i tell you something, promise you won't freak out.

[ TXT ] : i thought you were dead.

[ TXT ] : this is all a big mistake.

[ TXT ] : movie's showing tonight at 9, are you in?

[ TXT ] : [ IMAGE DELIVERED ] ... miss this yet?

[ TXT ] : you don't have to be such an asshole.

[ TXT ] : you know what you're doing to me.

[ TXT ] : i just heard what happened... are you okay?

[ TXT ] : you owe me one.

[ TXT ] : i miss you so much.

[ TXT ] : can you send me the photos from last night?

[ TXT ] : [ LINK ] ... have you seen this??? [ NAME ]??

[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful last night.

[ TXT ] : can i see that beautiful face?

[ TXT ] : i kept your stuff. in case you ever wanted it back.

[ TXT ] : sorry, i'm running late.

[ TXT ] : i'm not supposed to be talking to you.

[ TXT ] : you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] : [ LINK ] ... don't freak out.

[ TXT ] : i think my phone is tapped.

[ TXT ] : hold on, i'm in the middle of something.

[ TXT ] : just checking to see if you've blocked me...

[ TXT ] : you can't tell anyone about this.

#meme.

⚡ Are you proud of what you have achieved?

"What have I achieved?"

"Mm. Is that what you believe in earnest? That you've achieved nothing?"

"That is a different question. I have, if anything, achieved too much. I am not proud of most of it. It serves to make the distinction."

"Is that your way of admitting you were not playing in accordance with the rules? It dictated you had to answer honestly, and yet your retort towards me holds far more sincerity than that towards this former inquirer," he hums; little smile playing on his lips. "Still, you've indulged my curiosity. And I am appreciative."

"I asked a clarifying question. If that served as an answer to some then I am not to blame for that." The corner of his mouth creases, betraying the flicker of amusement at Armand's needling. "I do indulge you too much, always have."

#desanctii #hes like. if i don't talk in the first person maybe the blow will be less impactful.

"I cannot argue with that, though it does make me wonder whether the vagueness was deliberate. Mm. We may never know." His eyes narrow playfully for but a moment, for his demeanor softens almost immediately in a quiet response to Santino's tender confession. His lips curve a tad further.

"Isn't it natural to possess the desire to indulge those we care for? Even if sometimes they may grow to be a tad too entitled, finding pertinent to question their sires for the mere pleasure of it?"

⚡ Are you proud of what you have achieved?

"What have I achieved?"

"Mm. Is that what you believe in earnest? That you've achieved nothing?"

"That is a different question. I have, if anything, achieved too much. I am not proud of most of it. It serves to make the distinction."

#desanctii #no no he should be smooching his boy cmon he's trying to tease him just to get attention ):

⚡ Are you proud of what you have achieved?

"What have I achieved?"

"Mm. Is that what you believe in earnest? That you've achieved nothing?"

#desanctii

dio-di-roma

"... Are you being exceptionally absent on purpose, now? If so, that's some dirty game you have decided to play, Master."

"That is a game I certainly do not prefer to win." Marius answered calmly but clearly with some discontentment behind his blue eyes. He tilted his head slightly. "Had I known you desired my company, I would have come back sooner."

A little, satisfied smile twitches on Armand's lips, his demeanor then shifting to a feigned veil of displeasure. "Oh." Amber eyes glance upwards to gaze at Marius' ocean blue ones, their focus faltering at the curve of his lips. "That is to say you had no desire of my own yourself? I see."

dio-di-roma

With his eyes on it, Armand caught perhaps what mortal eyes would never; the tiniest little twitch in the corner of his smooth, marble mouth.

"If that was my measure of departure, darling child, I would sadly never travel the world again."

Many of Marius' lovers knew, that coming withing arm's length proximity of the ancient, was an automatic invitation to be touched. His gloved hand reached for a vagabond curl obscuring his child's right eye and brushed it gently behind Armand's ear. It lingered, while his eyes admired the boy's beautiful face, his lifelong, perfect object of desire. His knuckles brushed along Armand's cheek, not so much as to initiate affections, but testing if they were welcome in the first place.

The faint ghost of a smile hovering over Marius’ lips is almost sufficient to bring a slight wave of warmth to his cheeks. It is unnerving how such small gestures, such as the tucking of stray auburn locks and the brush of digits on the side of his face could coax reactions from Armand so easily still, as though he still was that little daring boy in his grand palazzo in the floating city of Venice, coveting for even a fragment of his attention and affections at all times.

“That was what you were doing, then? Traveling?” he asks, allowing Marius’ gloved fingers to continue their tender caress. Perhaps in a different evening, he would find himself flinching from it, retracting from the familiar touch of his hand; not because it wasn’t pleasant, but because it was. It always was. Any loving gesture, however, never came alone. They would ever be accompanied by the weight of memories of a time that had no time in the present, but with a tug that threatened him to yank him into past roles, past habits. Armand had no desire to fall into such patterns. But he did possess a will to create new ones, new molds that would fit the two of them as they were now.

“Well, where did such travels take you? Was it enjoyable? You always have a copious amount of opinions about everything, sir.” The corner of his lips crooks into a provocative side smile, subtle but present as he leans a tad more against the tenderness of Marius’ caresses, almost unconsciously. “And I would like to hear them tonight.”

dio-di-roma

Marius was all too aware that whether Armand accepted his approach or rejected it, it would both be fair. The distance between them that time and trauma had forged had stuck too vigorously to the fragile framework of their relationship. How desperately he wanted to shake it up and force the rust off it all, every time he lay eyes on the boy and time and time again felt that overpowering desire to hold him. Lift him in his arms, throw him over his shoulder and take him with him into his bedchambers. Futile, playful thoughts that were now mere fantasies rather than nightly activities. Was it wrong to then steal a moment of his time to only taste a fragment of that desire? If it was only in this touch... With Armand responding favourably, there was no reason for him to refrain from it.

He put both his hands to Armand's face, cursing himself for not taking his gloves off first. He ran his thumbs languidly over his cheekbones and drew a slow breath while looking at his magnificent features.

"I have tried." he said, indulging him. "I had planned to move through Germany, then Austria, Italy and on to Turkey. But I got stuck in Switzerland at the hands of a particularly beguiling artist. After a month I decided to travel back home to make sure the shipment of the pieces I acquired would arrive safely." he gave an apologetic smile. "I must admit, I have had more exciting stories from past travels, but not all have to be filled with adventure. Some suffice in merely being inspiring."

#dio di roma #armand thinks he’s being so smooth

In some fashion, the manner which his Maker decides to caress his cheek makes Armand think of a cat owner petting their companion’s round and fuzzy faces, which both entertains and annoys him in almost equal measure. Like a domesticated feline, however, he tolerates it, but not without some retaliation to maintain things even. This time, however, it does not come in the shape of a snarky remark or even in an attempt to slip away from Marius’ grasp. Instead, it is offered by his own lithe digits reaching to remove the gloves from each of the Ancient’s hands, with only enough care so he wouldn’t damage the fabric—even if he does toss them carelessly by the side of his frame, unconcerned with the possibility of them meeting the stone floor beneath their feet.

“Well. There are worse places to be stuck in. Switzerland is known for its rather breathtaking natural landscapes, after all,” he responds with some feeble amusement, digits idly playing with his Master’s deft fingers. “Besides, this little jaunt does sound very much like you. I cannot claim to associate you with excess of excitment, sir.” Armand jests, but there is some truth behind his delicate features and mildly provocative smile. “Perhaps if you had company during your travels, it could compensate for the lack of external adventures and thrills. It’s something to consider, at the very least.”

“Daniel. Where have you been?”

Daniel had hid himself away in the bathroom the moment he came back home. Armand found him sitting on the edge of the bathtub, quite spectacularly covered in blood and fidgeting at something below his collarbone. Daniel's violet eyes immediatly looked up at Armand with that all too guilty look on his face of being in trouble, instantly covering up whatever he was doing by flattening his hand to that spot. That hand too was shining with fresh blood. But as soon as he did that, he knew there was no way of hiding it from Armand. He pulled his hand away and revealed a rip in his shirt, under which was a wound already closing up. "Wrong side of town?" he answered with a pained grin. "Can't get it out." he eventually said, admitting he got shot, bullet still lodged somewhere in his clavical area. "A little help?"

The pungent scent of Daniel’s blood fills his nostrils before the image which unfolds in front of his light brown eyes can paint him a picture; crimson spots stain the bathroom’s floor, the carpet, making a trail towards the edge of the bathtub where his fledgling is perched on. He urges himself to focus on the scene instead of on the manner the smell which permeates the room dries out his throat as he walks closer, ignorant of the bloody footprints his expensive shoes leave on the porcelain beneath.

He cocks his head to the side, seeing the light glint of metal buried in the flesh the moment Daniel displays the wound to him; the thin hairs at the nape of Armand’s neck stand up with the familiar sensation which coils tightly at the end of his stomach. There was no resisting Daniel’s blood—he knew so. He knows so.

“Mm,” he hums softly, pensively, as if considering his options; his boyish traits display a care that hardly matches his appearance, though the glimmer of desire in the hue of his irises is likely the most befitting characteristic in his demeanor at this point. Then, having decided his next course of action, he leans forward, one hand lifting the ruined and speaks fabric of the shirt while lips brush on the still-soft skin of Daniel’s torso, feathery, slow kisses with mouth and tongue that wipe the blood stains which lead him to the injury itself. A pleased sigh escapes him inadvertently once his tongue finds the wound, lapping at it with a particular tenderness, arms cradling Daniel’s figure around waist in an equal involuntary gesture. He is careful not to push the bullet further in as he cleans the gash with his lips, eyelashes fluttering against Daniel’s chest as a soft, quiet moan reverberates in Armand’s throat.

For Armand not to say anything, could go both ways. Either he was understanding of the situation and just thinking on a solution, or he was going to throw a fit within the next few seconds. Daniel didn't mind either, although the bath edge was hardly a stable surface to have a fight on. Three, two, one... No outburst. Instead, Daniel saw that heat in his maker's eyes, giving a stupidly wide grin when Armand came closer. He observed with growing hunger as Armand lifted the shirt. The mouth and tongue hardly came as a surprise now, but Daniel was as sensitive to these affections as he had always been and when Armand reached the wound and added that delicious sting to it, Daniel was sold.

"Oh ssshit-" he uttered on a breath, one of his hands reaching for Armand's curls, raking his digits slowly over his scalp to keep him there. "Can you get it out?" he asked, but on a tone that suggested dirty talk. "Before it closes and you have to cut me open again."

“Mm,” Armand’s hum caressed the skin beneath the wound, pleased with the sensation of Daniel’s digits burying inside his auburn hair. He then lifted his head ever so slightly, locking his amber gaze with his lover’s lavender pools. “Do you even have health insurance, Mr. Molloy?” The cheeky, crooked smile that curved on his red-stained lips before his tongue shamelessly darted over them and across a glinting fang adorned his boyish traits with an even more daring look; that of a bold teen up to no good.

“How can I perform such an operation without knowing if you can afford it?” Tilting his head, his lips approached the point of perforation of the bullet, tongue dragging flat over the surface. Ripples of delight coursed through his body, pupils slightly widened with desire for more—more of his fledgling’s taste, more of him as a whole. “How do you intend to pay me for my services, sir?” A soft, enamored and impish chuckle chimed lightly against the pale flesh, eyes flickering upwards to admire whatever shift in Daniel’s handsome traits, in the candor of his expressions. “I must know before I can continue, you must understand.”

Selling his soul to the devil, was the best thing Daniel had ever done, that impish sparkle in Armand's big eyes, combined with that glittering, hot red, blood stained mouth was all he would ever need to see to be content and stimulated and happy.

Daniel let out a laggy groan when Armand licked the wound, making it sting but in such a good way, it was a massive turn-on. His body gave a twitch under Armand's hold and his own hand caressed feverishly through those curls.

"You can take out my kidneys next, if that's worth anything." he replied, sucking in air through his teeth, his small, young fangs momentarily on display. "The liver's fucked, so I wouldn't take that one."

He wanted more of this- more of him, more of the delicious pain and did not want it to stop too soon.

"Take it out with your tongue." questions turning into eager requests, that blood stained mouth fogging up his mind in all the best ways. "Make it hurt."

#dannymolloy #nsft.#lit tongue fucking daniel’s gaping hole damn

The sounds which escape Daniel’s lips that mingle pleasure with agony only stoke the fire of Armand’s ardor further, urging him to continue, to go further and deeper into their exchange.

“I have a preference for something else,” he answers with a hum, one of his slender, pretty hands skimming upwards to rest above Daniel’s nude chest, lying above the left side. “Your heart. That would suffice as payment, I believe.” The soft cadence of his voice murmurs, lips still curled in the remnants of that devilish, satisfied smile.

Without much effort from his part, he swiftly guides Daniel to lie on the blood-stained bathroom floor with his back against the tiled walls. His own thighs straddled his fledgling’s lap as he deliberately accommodated himself above the area of his crotch, digits tearing the decadent fabric of his stained shirt with nary a tug.

“What a demanding patient you are, Mr. Molloy,” he chuckles in genuine mirth, the sound of his laugh melting into a pleased hum. That Daniel was marking such requests aroused him considerably and unabashedly, familiar as he was with his preferences. Thus, his mouth returns to the gaping wound itself, copper lashes fluttering shut as quiet moan reverberates in Armand’s throat. His tongue laps and prods around the injury, making the discomfort linger, letting the flavor of rust cling to his lips. Only when uncontrollable responses from Daniel’s body begin to reach him, be it by the bulge beneath his behind growing tauter or the added tension around his digits that are buried in his auburn hair, does Armand slips his tongue in the bleeding cavity, his own fingers digging lightly on the skin of Daniel’s waist.

He dawdles deliberately, moaning against the gash as blood pours from the corners, dripping into his eager mouth. The taste of metal that reaches his palate is less pleasant, but one which is soon rectified as he nudges around the bullet with the tip of his tongue, dragging it out slowly until it falls flat somewhere in between them, forsaken, for Armand’s attention remains on the crimson fluid that slips from it unimpended, coaxing a lewd, muffled sound from his crimson-painted lips.

“Was the pain sufficient, beloved?” Armand straightens his posture slowly as the wound begins to close by itself, wiping his lips by licking them clean before Daniel’s heated, dazed gaze. A pleased, smug smile decorates his boyish visage, digits reaching to brush Daniel’s golden locks away from his dazzling lavender eyes whilst he leans forward, petal lips lingering close to his. “Or do you desire more?”

ohisms

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 1-800 ( HIT MY LINE ) ... ( a collection of texting prompts, part two. adjust phrasing as necessary, mature themes present. )

[ TXT ] : you could just say you're sorry.

[ TXT ] : this doesn't mean i forgive you.

[ TXT ] : be outside in two minutes or you're dead, i mean it.

[ TXT ] : the least you could do is let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] : i think i lost my [ ITEM ]. is it there?

[ TXT ] : where are you? nobody's heard from you.

[ TXT ] : pick up. pick up. pick up.

[ TXT ] : what if i said i'm outside?

[ TXT ] : keep me posted.

[ TXT ] : i want to kiss you so bad it hurts.

[ TXT ] : send me your location.

[ TXT ] : i hope this is some sort of emergency.

[ TXT ] : i woke up and you were gone.

[ TXT ] : they know. i don't know how, but they know.

[ TXT ] : don't come home yet. i'll explain later.

[ TXT ] : don't say i didn't warn you.

[ TXT ] : i can't tell if you're mad at me...

[ TXT ] : just trust me, ok?

[ TXT ] : [ IMAGE DELIVERED ] you left this behind.

[ TXT ] : are we still on for tonight?

[ TXT ] : i want you to admit what you did.

[ TXT ] : did you just hang up on me?

[ TXT ] : are we ever going to talk about this?

[ TXT ] : this is bigger than both of us now.

[ TXT ] : i'm still waiting.

[ TXT ] : what are you doing tomorrow night?

[ TXT ] : fine, i'll do it myself.

[ TXT ] : you're still my emergency contact.

[ TXT ] : stop, you're making me blush.

[ TXT ] : i lied earlier. i'm not fine.

[ TXT ] : [ MEDIA ] ... delete this after you look.

[ TXT ] : i'm not joking.

[ TXT ] : what happened to "never again"?

[ TXT ] : i just want to make sure you know you're not alone.

[ TXT ] : i don't know who else to call.

[ TXT ] : can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] : you couldn't have told me this in person??

[ TXT ] : i can't wait to see you again.

[ TXT ] : did i do something wrong?

[ TXT ] : i can't help you if you don't let me.

[ TXT ] : i have ... sort of a favor to ask.

[ TXT ] : i'm grabbing food, want me to pick you up?

[ TXT ] : you looked at me different tonight.

[ TXT ] : i don't want to be alone right now.

[ TXT ] : i can't believe you'd actually say that.

[ TXT ] : don't worry, i handled it.

[ TXT ] : i didn't think this through.

[ TXT ] : give me a straight answer.

[ TXT ] : if you go to the cops, so will i.

[ TXT ] : someone's feeling bold today.

[ TXT ] : were you ever going to tell me?

[ TXT ] : i shouldn't have said that.

[ TXT ] : we kind of have a situation...

[ TXT ] : i keep re-reading our old messages.

[ TXT ] : like, a BODY-body??

[ TXT ] : you should hate me right now.

[ TXT ] : i didn't plan for this, either.

[ TXT ] : i know you're reading these.

[ TXT ] : have you been taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] : it's getting really bad again.

[ TXT ] : [ IMAGE DELIVERED ] am i doing this right...?

[ TXT ] : i'm coming over whether you want me to or not.

[ TXT ] : i need you to delete our texts.

[ TXT ] : were you at [ LOCATION ] yesterday?

[ TXT ] : you got anywhere to be later?

[ TXT ] : i know it's 3am but i need to hear your voice.

[ TXT ] : are you having fun?

[ TXT ] : i'm on my way, don't go anywhere.

[ TXT ] : it's been awhile, we should meet up somewhere.

[ TXT ] : oh my god, are you bailing again?

[ TXT ] : [ LINK ] ... this reminded me of you.

[ TXT ] : so that's it? we're just... done?

[ TXT ] : wear the [ ITEM ] i got you tonight.

[ TXT ] : you looked at me different tonight.

[ TXT ] : bring a jacket, it's freezing.

[ TXT ] : your secret is safe with me.

[ TXT ] : this wasn't meant for you. forget you saw that.

[ TXT ] : do i need to come over?

[ TXT ] : stop, you're making me blush.

[ TXT ] : you're running out of time.

[ TXT ] : don't bother making excuses.

[ TXT ] : i see you typing...

[ TXT ] : i don't think i caught your name.

[ TXT ] : they know. i don't know how, but they know.

[ TXT ] : i wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

[ TXT ] : you snore, by the way.

[ TXT ] : show me what you're working on.

[ TXT ] : call me right now, it's an emergency.

[ TXT ] : if i tell you something, promise you won't freak out.

[ TXT ] : i thought you were dead.

[ TXT ] : this is all a big mistake.

[ TXT ] : movie's showing tonight at 9, are you in?

[ TXT ] : [ IMAGE DELIVERED ] ... miss this yet?

[ TXT ] : you don't have to be such an asshole.

[ TXT ] : you know what you're doing to me.

[ TXT ] : i just heard what happened... are you okay?

[ TXT ] : you owe me one.

[ TXT ] : i miss you so much.

[ TXT ] : can you send me the photos from last night?

[ TXT ] : [ LINK ] ... have you seen this??? [ NAME ]??

[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful last night.

[ TXT ] : can i see that beautiful face?

[ TXT ] : i kept your stuff. in case you ever wanted it back.

[ TXT ] : sorry, i'm running late.

[ TXT ] : i'm not supposed to be talking to you.

[ TXT ] : you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] : [ LINK ] ... don't freak out.

[ TXT ] : i think my phone is tapped.

[ TXT ] : hold on, i'm in the middle of something.

[ TXT ] : just checking to see if you've blocked me...

[ TXT ] : you can't tell anyone about this.

#meme.

embrvx

the Devil's bf

#visage.#the devil’s minion.#i love love love this

How possessive are you of Daniel? Is he free to take on lovers? Do you keep track at all?

“He is free to do as he wishes, which is not to say there shall be no consequences. At best, I would advise him against getting too attached. It won’t last.”

"Don't worry, boss. I usually kill them first anyway."

“Mm. Aren’t you a good, well learned boy, Daniel Molloy?”

"Impulsive, thirsty and ready to destroy." he added to the rhyme, with a stupid little grin. "We can invite someone over again some time soon. Maybe they'll last a little longer under your graceful supervision."

Armand’s chuckles subtly but clearly charmed, leaning against Daniel’s frame with a light tilt of his head; auburn curls partially concealing one of his amber eyes. “Would you prefer that they did? I quite enjoy watching how quick you are to go through them,” he adds pensively, the corner of his lips crooking in an impish smile. “I do adore witnessing the range of your uncontrollable appetites.”

Daniel put a lanky arm around Armand's frame, for a moment distracted by the tip of Armand's sock sitting kind of floppy a the end of his foot. He buried his face into his maker's curls and secretly or not so secretly inhaled his scent. "Remember that incident with the bellhop in the elevator?" he said chuckling, reminiscing over gruesome past murders part of their love language. "You were so mad." he chuckled.

Armand hums with quiet delight, pressing a tad closer onto his fledgling’s side; a stray, softer smile forcing its way on his petal lips in response to Daniel’s gesture. “Of course I was! That was in public!” he retorts with something akin to a baffled scoff, a tad more dramatic for the sake of mere theatrics. “We were lucky there were no security cameras and no one entered from a different floor.” Amber irises flicker to look at Daniel’s facial traits as he shifts in his half embrace, finding himself with his stomach half-lying atop of his; digits combing through his muted blonde locks in a languid caress. “But here, it does not matter if you desire to bleed them dry the moment they step through the threshold,” he says quietly, meeting his gaze with slightly lidded eyes whilst his caressing hand cradles the side of Daniel’s face instead, thumb brushing affectionately over his lips. “Or if you get blood everywhere. Though I would rather you didn’t.” Leaning in, he allows the tip of his nose to graze gingerly against his lover’s. The tender mirth in Armand’s features inevitably soften them even further. “But I would still help you clean it all up.”

#dannymolloy

How possessive are you of Daniel? Is he free to take on lovers? Do you keep track at all?

“He is free to do as he wishes, which is not to say there shall be no consequences. At best, I would advise him against getting too attached. It won’t last.”

"Don't worry, boss. I usually kill them first anyway."

“Mm. Aren’t you a good, well learned boy, Daniel Molloy?”

How possessive are you of Daniel? Is he free to take on lovers? Do you keep track at all?

“He is free to do as he wishes, which is not to say there shall be no consequences. At best, I would advise him against getting too attached. It won’t last.”

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You sound like a threateningly cryptic fortune cookie.