MONARCH ( αυтσ )

[likantropa75]

[bloodiedivory]

swynford-de-beaufort.

          ❝ exotic, huh? — i do like exotic. ❞

‘ i hear the human’s there taste exquisite.’

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swynford-de-beaufort.

            ❝ what did ya have in mind, dear? ❞

‘   a trip-- not paris. somewhere exotic, perhaps?  ’

[spiritfucked-blog]

                             You were young and you’d stare with a reverence so unimpaired.   there was an echo far and faint; beneath the air remained.   you were young and you’d stare, where my limbs hung far and fair.    there was no light AND I swear, I could see your raring fear.    ( I carved out spaces ) AND I ( imparted graces )   AND I, couldn’t shake it.   I built a constellation liar, make a ladder of what folds and climb up in me.  you push and you pull, you tell yourself no.   a fever billowed with the wind.    AND I blade the sky therein.    ( it’s like when you lie down and your veins grow in… slow. )                             

                                          I CREPT UP IN YOU & I WOULDN’T LET GO.                                                        I carved out spaces, imparted graces.                                                                                —–I couldn’t shake it.

[bloodiedivory]

vamprick.

                      ‘ … your majesty. ’ it’s strained slightly between fanged teeth. fingers press into pockets at his sides, and he offers a subdued tilt of his head. he is black upon black where she is the careless spatter of red shattering pristine white. ( and she is more interesting than most vampires he’s met. strong. powerful. only to a point. )

                     ‘ well-- what is it? ’ says sophie with a hint of impatience. decadent lilt accenting each perturbed vocalization. dipping unsheathed bitterness in the finest of sanguine wine. small form raising from her lunch, lithe digits catching a droplet of crimson from her lower tier and suckling it gone. 

[bloodiedivory]

swynford-de-beaufort.

         ❝ the same thing ya spoil me with every year, darlin’ — everythin’. ❞

     ‘ everything, is it? what if i wanted to do something different? ’

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noaccountingforincubi.

    “ Just sayin’, it’s lackin’ in the spider-to-the-fly thing you’re tryin’ to make happen.”

                          ‘ Oh,   darling.   You just went from interesting to boring in a matter of seconds.   Perhaps it is just your scent I find alluring,   not you--   nothing personal.  ’

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noaccountingforincubi.

      “ Not to belittle, but I’ve heard that line so many times it’s kinda lost impact. “

      ‘   Like I care how many times you’ve heard it before--  ‘

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@noaccountingforincubi

                  ‘   Well,   well,   well...   Aren’t you an interesting creature.  ’

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@swynford-de-beaufort

         ‘   Pamela--   it’s nearly the holidays..   again.   What shall I spoil you with this year,   hm?   ’

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@vamprick

               ‘ well-- look who it is. ’  says the monarch with an ivory adorned smile.

[laniister]

[bloodiedivory]

                    ❝  BITCH BETTER HAVE MY MONEY—

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PAMELA.

            eyes lower just slightly with smirk retaining the same shape of ENTHUSIASM as before. hand now allowing the notion of touch from the other woman, as subtle and TEASING as it was with a steady gaze slowly drifting back in her direction once more.

                                 ❝ you still owe me a trip to PARIS. ❞

       ‘ Paris--- do you DESERVE a trip to Paris?                       Two could play that game, and Sophie knew how to turn the tides. At least in her own MIND, she retained a semblance of DOMINANCE. Which might not have been the whole truth. Once a BRAT, always a brat. Just this time she had her positional status back, and no one to CONTEST it.

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PAMELA.

                               ❝ i don’t talk to my phone. ❞

           she always found such notions as TEDIOUS and rather annoying depending on it’s setting. though from her own experience the phone - regardless of how ’SMART’ it claimed to be - never managed to work quite as accurately as lithe digits. with fingers now examined, pamela comes to smirk, proud to flaunt herself in any given standard.

                           ❝ i don’t pay good money for nothin’. ❞

                ‘      Well, everyone has a PREFERENCE Pam.            Sophie-Anne wasn’t the most knowledgeable when it came to technology these days, if anything she got other’s to deal with it for her. But since the last time PRIVATE messages were vocalized, the QUEEN chose to take care of such matters on her own. Slender digits reach for Pam’s own, daintily, near ghost-like tracing over newly painted nails down the expanse of her palm to her wrist. Retracting ; a TEASE.                                    ‘ I should HOPE not.                                 ‘

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PAMELA.

          ❝ ya can’t text when your fingers are bein’                painted, sophie darlin’. you know this. ❞

                she zips the purse hanging from a bent elbow before setting it down upon the nearest surface. an almost MALICIOUS smirk plays at the corner of her lips then before finally taking the necessary steps towards the other woman, taking a seat beside her and allowing a single leg to drape casually over the other.

 ‘ I don’t use my fingers to text--- I SPEAK at it.

          Confusion RIDDLES carved porcelain, lithe digits pressing jewel toned locks away from her visage. A SOFT huff fleeing demanding petals, idly observing Pamela as she neatly settles down. Reaching for newly painted digits, Sophie meticulously DIVINES whether they are worthy of time WASTED,      ‘   I suppose work like this would take SOME time.

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PAMELA.

           ❝ paws ‘n claws, love. took longa’ than i thought. ❞

‘ You could have... TEXTED or something. Now, come here.