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@jeonggeuk replied to your post:
i can and will blocku so hard. . .. . .. .
don’t be jealous . . . . ... .. . i’m just tryna move in on your wife . . . .. .
hey everyone ( cough cough, just @baldzuko ) ! this is an open starter call for tata ! if your name is tata please leave a like down below for plots and a starter from me !
P.S. this is for tata
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𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒏 filter through the gaps in the lace that makes up her parasol , failing to protect a porcelain frame from the fatal light in her entirety . priceless doll dipped in black acrylics , tainted with the horrors of the victorian era , kissed by a distinct branch of death . a bleeding heart has nothing on a girl who yearns for just that . glances are spared her way , lace and frills swaying with the skip in her step , curled raven locks bouncing with every bit of movement . ❛ oop ! ❜ parasol is lowered and closed as she steps into the room , strange entity new to the tiny town where everyone knows one another so well it’s suffocating . ❛ hi ! i’m daphne —- i’m new to town ! um , i think i was assigned as your protect partner ? i’m daphne … ❜ you already said that , silly , she scolds herself mentally , hand lifting to adjust the pretty black ribbon tied into the back of her hair . ❛ you’re idris ? i’m really god at projects , i promise ! i’ve always been a straight a student —- well , except for physical ed in middle school … i would have rather died than run bleachers … ❜
❛ 💌 * ・゚ 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 ... @briingmetolifc & idris !
dark lines casted over long features , a shadowy figure in the shaded corner of the room . there was a twinge of longing turning in the pit of the young vampire’s gut , amber eyes casting themselves upon the golden light that streamed in through the window . he remembers that he used to love lounging in the sun , like a cat basking in the rays . he hears the click of steps coming up to him , the brush of lace against skin . he forces himself to delay his reaction , only turning to look once the girl speaks up . ❝ i would have to agree . p.e is the pits . ❞ he says , a sympathetic tone coloring his words and a smile pulling at his lips at the girls rambling . the longing in his eye slowly turned into amusement at her way of dress , more stereotypical vampire than himself . ❝ you’ve got the right guy . though i must warn you , projects are not my strong suit . ❞ he tapped a finger against his temple . ❝ big head , absolutely z e r o brain . it’s real full of determination though , so i’ll try my best to be helpful . ❞ he holds his hand out , tamping down any insecurity about the lack of warmth . ❝ nice to meet you , partner . ❞
𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 air alongside him as he runs , little legs carrying him not - so - quickly as he wishes they would . the rain pats him on the head , soaking fur far quicker than it would if he were his usual size —- if he had his crown , fuck . jewels of a wrongfully benevolent king missing at the hands of god knows who , who knows what . a titan robbed of his throne , fire doused by an unknown silhouette . he yelps as he jumps , crumpled up wanted poster crinkling in his palm ( who was this lady again ? the birdlady ? pfft . he didn’t need her ) . the window is just his size , cracked open just enough to allow his tiny figure to squeeze through and slip inside , out of the april gloom and into a , hopefully less wet , room .
a final jump allows little paws to catch on the windowsill , plush - sized frame wriggling until he manages to pull himself up , toppling through the open window and landing with a thud and a yelp on the floor . ❛ ack ! ❜ doe eyes blink into a fit of darkness , suddenly not quite so small , suddenly with a lack of paws and fur . ❛ oh , this shit again —- ❜ a newfound form . human , or something akin to it . suddeny the little and dark - coated room is too small for him and he lets out a pathetic sort of shriek . ❛ get me out of here ! ❜
❛ 💌 * ・゚ 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 ... @briingmetolifc & ladybird !
bright red lips huff out a breath of slightly frustrated amusement , warm air blowing through the ash circle on the ground as the flash of light sweeps away from her person . magic in it’s aimlessness heading in every direction , no telling what it might affect . what should be a blessing of good fortune upon her own hunt for wares is let loose when it wrangled it’s way out of her careful hold . not that nanaia ever fussed much about where the concentrated luck went to . as long as it never aided those actively working against her — which it never did , luck clung to her in spades more than it ever did to anyone else — then there really was no harm in there being just a little bit more good luck out there for the rest of the world .
( like , perhaps , for a little demon searching for someplace dry in the middle of a rainstorm . and , perhaps , a window that was previously shut creaks opens on it’s own somewhere in the ladybird house . )
the yelp is what draws nanaia’s attention . crashes and thuds are par for the course in a house that is p o s s i b l y more sentient than it let’s on , but the only one usually making creature noises is her . without a glance , her staff flies to her outstretched hand , settling comfortably in her palm as she gives it a few spins . she strides towards the closet , giving brief pause to wonder if she should be worried , but shrugging it off . the guards haven’t tried it with her recently and honestly , she was getting a little bored . ❝ alright — ❞ she waves a hand to let the door swing open before placing her hands on her hips . ❝ what do you want ?? i’ve got wares to sell and crowds to swindle . you’re hogging up space in my schedule . ❞
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THE YEARS OF friendship that bind the two of them together have been more than enough time for her to know when he is about to say something that, usually, she will consider absolutely ridiculous. when he initiates conversation, to her surprise ( one thing she doesn’t think she will ever be able to discern is when and when he isn’t napping ), she pauses in her sketching and looks over. even if he is about to say something completely ludicrous, she may as well give him some brief attention before returning to her work. at least, that’s what she thinks until he mentions the superheroes running around the city, upon which she rolls her eyes and looks away. it has nothing to do with the subject matter. of course not.
❝ sometimes you say things that i agree with, but then you keep talking and i have to take back the tiny sliver of credit i’ve given you, ❞ she says with a sigh. her pencil presses on her sketchbook, her grip slightly tighter than before. she focuses on her new design, even when he rolls over, but she can still see his grin in her peripheral vision. she hates that grin, at least when it’s directed at her. it never means anything good. ❝ i’ve never really thought about it. ❞ it isn’t a lie. ❝ as pretty as all the superheroes are, i don’t really think about how fit they are when the city is in danger. ❞ she stops, his exact words only just registering, and she frowns in his direction. ❝ ❛ honey ❜ ?? really ?? ❞
there was probably something to be said about the type of hypervigilance that came par for the course in kids like ronan . of course , he would like to simply chalk up to his inability to tear his eyes away when it came to someone that took his fancy . it wasn’t hard to pay attention to someone like viviette , not when she was easy on the eyes and witty enough to keep ronan on his toes . besides , some things were just too easy . the convenient excuses , the ducking out of any situation mere moments after an akuma makes itself known and just before the heroes of paris graced them with their presence . ronan was not jumping to conclusions . he was throwing himself towards them head - first .
of course , ronan could never make it easy for viviette . ❝ aw , ❞ a hand comes up to press against his heart . ❝ i had credit in the first place ?? ❞ he scoots closer to her , his head wiggling beneath her arm to try and claim a spot on her lap to use as a pillow . ❝ you don’t like honey puns ?? she’s insect themed . it’s a given . and i really don’t bee-lieve that you’ve never thought of them like that . ❞ if possible , his grins widens at her reaction , moving from teasing to positively shit - eating . it’s uncouth , as if his muscles know to match the smile to the words before they even leave his mouth . ❝ queen bee’s all athletic and b e n d y and the suit is skin-tight , like , jesus christ , ❞ his head lolls back . ❝ kudos to ladybug , but queenie’s honeypot is the one i’d be dying to dip my fingers into . ❞
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𝒍𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒄 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘 , 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 in a soft but melodic mess of jingles as they roll down her arm and settle at a pale wrist , a bold and brass reassurance that the failed spell circle was perfect , just as the ones she wears as jewelry are nothing shy of art . girl crafted from emeralds , accented with lavender and gold , but a priceless pendant is useless without the sterling silver chain to hold her up . students made of stars when that was all they were , balance and fluidity between them like no other , now divided by a jagged and stagnant dam , not strong enough to keep them apart , but built well enough between them to allow only a trickle of chemistry to slip through empty crevices —- not enough to allow for magic that outshone supernovas as they produced once upon a time . the spell circle hadn’t been the problem . ❛ i don’t need to cool off . ❜ sharp words a stark contrast to the silky voice that carries them to the other , patent leather heels clicking against lavender - embedded floorboards as she crosses the room . ❛ i know you think it’s my fault —- you can say it . i won’t throw a fit or cry or whatever you think i’ll do , just get it off your fucking chest . ❜ movements made of porcelain , intangible strings carrying out each step with the practised work of a puppet master . wand aimed at the floor , a gift from the esteemed tempest coven ( a bribe from the tempest , himself ) , marionette doll comes to a halt in front of who she might have once called home . ❛ you know my future is on the line here . the festival of the arcane arts is soon , which means the tempest trials are just as soon —- if i don’t do well , an entire life of working toward the top is down the drain . i can’t afford fuck ups right now , no matter how minor . ❜ hypocrite , or just an outright liar , either would pleasantly come to define the emerald witch right now as she stares across at the silhouette of an abandoned love .
teeth that fall on the side of just too sharp to be considered human , to be considered anything less than a threat , bite into a dark red tongue , words caged behind ivory walls as leviathan refuses to blurt out the first thing that comes to their mind . impulsiveness tastes like rust and ozone , like walking outside with an umbrella in a lightning storm . it’s deliberately walking into the line of fire . violence for violence is the language of beasts and it’s levi’s mother tongue . but change tastes like stardust , like a history between two beings that is not easily forgotten . it tastes like the conscious decision to unlearn a native language and to soften edges , because hell is not other people and hell is not althea hale . perhaps , levi would like to be something more than beastly. ❝ i don’t think it’s your fault , ❞ levi says , just as monotone as before , yet , softer . an outright refusal to raise their voice along with the mounting tension . ❝ your circle was perfect . you could not have casted it better -- ❞ a click sounds throughout the silent room as their mouth clacks shut , unsure of how to proceed from this point . words of comfort were not levi’s strong suit , but explaining something that was so crystal clear to them was harder . what need was there for words when the way the glitter around them -- spectacular in it’s own right but so very dull compared to what they once had -- spoke volumes ? ❝ i have not forgotten the urgency or the importance of what we’re trying to accomplish . after all , it’s the only reason i’m still here , is it not ? ❞ their patience , rubbery and pliant for the most part , now pulled taut . their words never increasing in volume , yet sharpening with veiled bitterness . ❝ but you do understand , don’t you ? the results you seek from me may not be wholly within reach anymore . ❞ their eyes , glowing with an almost metallic sheen , flicker upwards to try and meet their althea . once upon a time , levi’s guiding light . now , the reason that their compass was spinning madly off course .
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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 , 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒙 𝒐𝒇 a forgotten love stays burning into a liquid mind , seeping pretty venom into already warped veins to melt with the sweetened blood that continues to linger there . if the pictures and notebooks that linger about a now abandoned apartment are anything to go off of , one would say that , once upon a time , he had potential —- a political science major with a minor in film . an intellectual and a creative wrapped up in one pretty package . now , all a beautifully hazy mind knows is the silk in his hand and the hand in his hair , head tilted back to chase the fingertips that have already become familiar . throat exposed in a way that his survival instincts , if he had any left , would tell him is dangerous , given who ( what ) he’s with . if a little thing like him had any fight or flight instincts at all ( or if he cared ) , he wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with , but he doesn’t mind , being played with like the prey that his former love had first made him out to be .
long lashes flutter and a pleading sort of whine leaves bloody petals as a shiver wracks a small frame , heightened senses playing against him to have him squirming in his seat , an enigmatic blush glowing like strawberry fields on the apples of his cheeks . ❛ s’not fair , ❜ he gasps as the ghost of baekho’s lips draws away from his ear , leaving him already missing the candied compliments that fell from them . ❛ not fair ! ❜ voice raises in pitch , a bratty petulance leaking onto his tongue and coating each syllable . a sniffle , curly locks falling into his face again , untamed no matter how many times they’re brushed back . ❛ sukkie does keep his promises ! promise he does , so —- so you have to keep promises too ! you have to give sukkie what he wants and —- um , sukkie wants you to call him cute , and more food , and , um , a - and more touches . ❜ the last part is whispered , and his body spares another little shiver at the mere thought of the hand in his hair , the breath ghosting at his ear ; he wears sensitivity like a second skin .
❛ you —- you said ! m’you said good boys don’t —- they don’t , mmph , talk with their mouths full , a - and sukkie —- ❜ sentence left abandoned as oddly coloured eyes remain fixed on the bit of blood that stains baekho’s thumb , bambi eyes too wide for his face , fluttering in a hazy fit of want . a desperate whimper threatens to escape his throat , half tempted to lean forward and take the bloodstained digit in his mouth , and he just barely manages to swallow the tail end of it down . ❛ m’not messy . sukkie’s fangs jus’ —- they jus’ don’t fit in his mouth , so sometimes , um , little bit of blood spills . ❜ a hiccup , the newfound weight of baekho’s arm upon his shoulders much more welcoming than the unsettling weight of his meal had been . ❛ but did ‘m best not to spill ! um , said sukkie would be good if he finished , so did , ‘m did , and —- ❜ broken sort of cry finally breaks free from the prison bars that make up a ribcage , hand on his knee settling the tantrum bubbling in his chest and bringing it forward all at once . feet kick at the underside of the booth a bit harder , thuds growing louder even despite being scolded . still , leans forward , into the touch of the other , starry eyes glossy with tears , sparkling with the neon lights of the club . ❛ sukkie is —- sukkie is full now , no more blood for sukkie , no more , but he still —- sukkie still wants ! jus’ don’t know what ! how does sukkie arc – arcticumlate —- ❜ articulate , fangs catch on his tongue , he fumbles over the word . ❛ —- something he doesn’t know ? ❜ fingers twitch where they clutch silk , he wriggles in his seat , uncomfortable , inching just a bit closer to the elder . ❛ mmph . ❜
here , in this moment , with this small thing , it is so e a s y . to let the shutters fall away from his eyes . to shed the skin of the perfectly docile vampire that he wears for the humans . he draws them in , otherworldly and beautiful and , yet , tame enough to trust . a veneer of hidden softness . he dulls his edges enough that the humans pour in for their taste of the wild side and feel like they are special . that they can waltz among monsters and come out relatively unscathed . as if their continued survival is a mark of their courage and not a sign of his own M E R C Y , as if it was of their own volition and not because nothing happens without baekho’s say so . but play acting at softness gets dull where a troublemaker of a predator made willing does not . not when his instincts should be screaming , telling him he knows better , and yet this small thing burrows closer to baekho anyways . it’s more than mere human ignorance . it’s the thrill of choice and sukkie chose t h i s .
the noises that he could still hear from the dance floor fell to the wayside , as if it all else falls silent in anticipation , everything around them also straining to hear the soft little whines spilling from those pretty pink lips . his honey eyes , pupils blown wide , flicker to that smart mouth , giving a passing thought to what it would be like to duck his head and d r i n k the sound from his lips . ❝ oh , we’re talking about fairness now ? ❞ baekho says , humor coloring his tone as his fingers continued to play with the other’s hair . ❝ fairness and promises . such heavy concepts . well then , i promise you that i am indeed a man of my word -- ❞ his tongue traces the inside of his teeth , feeling it’s sharpness , as he bites back a loud , genuine laugh . ❝ and in all fairness , i will provide everything that you are asking for . those were the agreed upon terms . you can eat whenever you want . and i’ll be sure to remind you of how stunning you are . . . ❞ his fingers leave the boy’s hair , fingertips gently chasing the shiver down his neck and tracing the line of his jaw , mouth splitting into a sharklike grin as his voice takes on a huskier quality . ❝ that last request , i’m afraid i’ll need some help with . i believe you’ll need to tell me where exactly my touches are wanted . ❞
baekho follows the abrupt end of the sentence to the movement of sukkie’s eyes tracking his own fingers , and some form of satisfaction curls in his stomach at the sight . ❝ i see . so it’s not your fault for being messy , is it ? you’re a good boy and you tried your best . ❞ he hummed , the agreement and praise falling freely from his tongue . ❝ and good boys get rewarded , don’t they ? ❞ baekho feels it , the way the boy is trying to melt into his side , and acts upon it . he ignores that sukkie ignores his command , not faulting the boy after that cry left those lips , and tightens his grip on the boy’s leg , using it to swing sukkie’s leg over his own . the arm around his shoulders helps to bring the boy fully into his lap , sukkie’s thighs bracketing him . ❝ there . saves my booths a bit of trouble . and you look very cute from down here . multiple benefits to this . ❞ he teases , one hand staying at the boy’s knee and the other coming up to curl around sukkie’s neck , careful not to smear the blood still clinging to the digits . ❝ now , we can talk this out a bit more , hm ? you did what i asked and finished all your food and now it’s your turn to ask something of me . all that want . . . ❞ he smiled , slow and almost lazy as he sunk further into the vinyl of the seat , settling in . ❝ yet no outlet . how shall i help you then ? like this ? ❞ his hand slid up from sukkie’s knee , open palmed , and smoothing it’s way up the expanse of his thigh to settle at his hip . ❝ or like this . . . ? ❞ his thumb brushes against sukkie’s bottom lip , an offer and an invitation , daring the younger vampire to act upon his impulses . ❝ anything you want from me , sukkie . all you have to do it a s k . ❞
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𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 nothing more than burst into fits of tears and stamp his feet against the ground since he’d been turned , which he has done plenty of times , that much should not be misunderstood . now , though , as he’s curled against the elder vampire , one hand fisting his ( probably ) expensive shirt while the other clings to the first proper meal he’s gotten in months , that want has increased tenfold , while also simultaneously settling . something in him finally sated , and yet that bratty feeling still remains wound up in his chest . another set of whines slip pathetically from bloodstained lips as he pulls himself from the wrist his tiny fangs had made a home in , keening into the touch of the hand on his neck , oblivious to the possible threat ( is it a threat ? ) that comes with the gesture , can’t think of anything other than the touch , the shirt he clenches in his fist , the blood that'll stain his lips .
❝ sukkie ! is sukkie , am — am sukkie — ❝ he hiccups , torn between talking and suckling at the wrist he’d been gifted . ❝ is cute . name’s cute , because i’m cute ! sukkie is cute . c - call sukkie cute again — ❝ as much as he’d meant it as a demand , it comes out as more of a petulant plea as he leans into and chases after the only vaguely familiar comfort of fingers threading through his hair . something about it has long eyelashes fluttering against lilac crescents as eyes slip shut . such a fit of contentedness is only momentary for the baby vampire , though , as wide eyes open in a panic and he finds soft gasps rushing past his lips . ❝ but — but aren’t promises good ? good , they’re good — promise that i’m a good boy . sukkie … sukkie doesn’t know how to prove it . s - sukkie doesn’t know a - anything — jus’ that he’s good . jus’ knows that he’s a good baby ! h - how does sukkie prove that ? ❝ voice and features are still littered with panic , with the desperate need to be as good as the other — has he even gotten his name yet ? — is expecting of him now .
the newfound weight of the blood bag that presses against his side as he eats is uncomfortable , heavy , has the baby vampire whining and shifting closer to the elder , all but scrambling onto his lap . he’s about to complain , to whimper and tantrum about how heavy their third guest is against his side , but he finds himself scolded before he can form words on the tip of his tongue . he doesn’t catch that the disappointment in the other’s voice is only feigned , only an act , and so the words and the tsks have him hiccuping , hand grasping wildly at the shirt he’d already been clutching in his hand . ❝ no ! ❝ it’s a cry , something high pitched and whine - laced , something that’s typically reserved for right before he goes into a tantrum . ❝ jus’ forgot ! i jus’ forgot — sukkie forgot his manners jus’ … jus’ for a second ! ❝ and yet , he continued to ramble , the littlest bit of blood dripping down his chin . ❝ am good . am . ‘m mouth isn’t even that full ! don’t say that sukkie’s bad ! ❝ despite how bratty everything about him is right now , though , he still brings the wrist back to his mouth , momentarily struggling to find the puncture wounds to sink his fangs into , and begins suckling once more . soft , satisfied noises continuing to fill the air between them for another couple of long moments before they turn into loud whines and he pulls back . ❝ i – is gone ? is gone — ❝ voice teeters between sounding relieved and like he’s on the verge of tears , sukkie unsure if he’s happy he’s finished because that means he’s made it up to the other or if he’s distraught because he hadn’t eaten in so long and he doesn’t know when he’ll get the chance to eat again and — feet kick childishly , hitting the booth beneath him with repeated , loud thuds .
like liquid , a fluidity cultivated over decades that speaks of an ease of movement that comes with being the most dangerous thing in the room . itʻs predator behavior , almost like playing with ones food , an easy quirk of the lips colors baekhoʻs face as he allows himself to get pulled closer , allows this small thing into his space . itʻs f u n , exposing his underbelly and letting a veritable stranger so close and knowing that thereʻs nothing that could truly harm him . his shirt will be ruined , but he lets the small one pull him around . allows some slack . cards his hand through the hair in the back of the boyʻs head in a soothing manner as if itʻs not his own way of returning the favor for the vice grip on his silk button-down .
❝ sukkie , ❞ he grants , drawing out the syllables and letting the notes of it play against his tongue . he leans in closer , lets his eyelash flutter against the boyʻs cheek for the barest second , drags his nose up his jaw until his mouth hovers over the boyʻs ear and his breath rasps against the shell of it . ❝ sukkie . a very cute name . i daresay itʻs the cutest name iʻve heard all day . certainly the cutest little vampire to accompany such name . ❞ he pulls away , hand coming forward to brush a lock of hair over the same ear . it was too much fun for baekho . playing into those heightened senses . ❝ promises are only good if you keep them . otherwise , theyʻre just words . i donʻt have the time or patience for people who donʻt keep their promises . ❞ baekho sighed , fondness for how easily the boy fell into the role of working to please baekho leaking into his voice . ❝ all youʻve gotta do is stick to your promises . stick to my word like itʻs law because in here , itʻs as good as . you donʻt cause any trouble while youʻre in here , and iʻll give you anything youʻd like . ❞
baekho grins , just a touch too sharp to be considered friendly in any way . he tempers the urge he has to lean forward and fix the mess the little vampire has made , tongue tucked in his cheek and pressed between his teeth to keep himself from licking the blood off of those lips . ❝ when did i say you were bad ?? ❞ baekho hums , reaching over and once again pressing his thumb into sukkieʻs chin , quick as a flash , and swiping the dribbling blood . ❝ iʻm just saying youʻre a messy . messy boy . not exactly the type of people i usually let in . we usually keep it clean , right , sukkie ?? ❞ he snakes an arm around the youngerʻs shoulders , shoving the blood bag to the side to get the weight of it off of his side . a simple curl of his fingers on a raised hand brings figures bustling over , gathering the poor idiot from the couch and silently disappearing with the body . he leaves his arm around sukkie , a new burden to the slim shoulders , an attempt at comfort . ❝ iʻm sure youʻre a very good boy . look , youʻve even finished all of your food . thereʻs a good lad . ❞ baekhoʻs free hand slips lower , sliding onto the younger oneʻs knee and squeezing gently to try and calm the burgeoning tantrum . ❝ and youʻll stay a good lad by not kicking at my chairs , hm ?? ❞ fingers curling under a quivering chin , a quick jerk to bring otherʻs focus onto baekho . he sucks his teeth , a t s k sounding out , audible even in the deafening bass of the club surrounding them . ❝ and good boys use words , darling . i listen when you articulate . you can ask me nicely for what else you want and maybe be iʻll be feeling generous enough to get it for you . ❞
dappled lighting cascades across sharp features — sharp people — made all the softer in the hazy light of late afternoon . thereʻs an air of sentimentality in the location theyʻve chosen , reminiscent of the tree they had first met under . itʻs not the same tree , but itʻs almost an exact match for that moment , with outstretched limbs and lazy grins and too many rolled eyes to count . years of friendship and yet the mechanics of it all had hardly changed from that beginning introduction .
❝ you know , ❞ ronan starts , a slight rasp still in his voice from dozing off periodically , arm slung over his face as he peers up at the other through one squinted eye . ❝ hawkmoth is an asshole . this is a fact . but , he did give paris as a whole the wonderful opportunity to see queen bee in that little spandex number . ladybug too , obviously , but queen bee is fit . ❞ he rolls over onto his side , one arm coming up cradle his head , a grin too-knowing to be just teasing , as if he knows the punchline to a joke no one else is in on . ❝ come on , vi , youʻre way too fun to be straight . tell me you wouldnʻt drop everything to get at it with that honey if given the chance . ❞
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THERE’S NO FEELING IN HIS fingers . it’s kind of ironic , the way his drunken brain can’t register physical sensations anymore . the absence of a beating heart in his chest should’ve taken away any emotional feelings . and to the prince’s knowledge , it has . at this point , he shouldn’t feel a goddamned thing , right ? it’s hard to say . there’s still the undeniable desire rattling his rib cage & sending fire through his veins . an insatiable thirst that can never quite be quenched . that is until he gets a chance to taste the gods’ ambrosia .
USUALLY , LYRIC DOESN’T GET A TASTE of such a treasure until he gives up his credit cards . usually , he won’t give up his credit cards until he has his fill of cheap mortal imitations of heaven . this time is no different . he drinks & drinks , thinking it can help satisfy him . he doesn’t acknowledge the fact that he’s still craving . somewhere in the dense haze of the party’s he’s at ( he’s pretty sure it’s a fellow prince’s , but he doesn’t care enough to actually find out ) , his gateway to heaven is probably sick of the atmosphere . he supposes she’s never had a thing for these . he searches for her , in hopes that she’ll entertain him .
❝ MY MY , HAVE I SEEN you around before ? i think i’d remember such a beautiful face before , ❞ he croons as soon as he sees a familiar figure . he feigns ignorance in hopes she’ll play along , pretending they met for the first time . there’s always a sentimentality towards it , a memory he doesn’t want to admit he’s fond of . ❝ i’m half tempted to get you a drink but i feel like your taste is higher than an old man’s wine cellar . ❞
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music that blanche does not recognize bounces around off-white walls and against the inside of her skull , a bassline pounding so heavily , she can feel it rattle in the back of her teeth and set her bones shaking . it’s not a feeling she can say she enjoys , but it’s one that she endures through the careful consumption of whatever poison they have on hand. that’s what these parties have become to her : mere tests of her endurance .
it’s not like any of these parties are any more grating on her nerves than the last . they’re a burden she bears with grace and poise , as she does with any type of obstacle . the b o r e d o m is what eats away at her cultivated patience . these children are so easy to read , so easy to lead in any direction . blood runs hot and untempered by convention in these parts . a single turn of phrase is enough to send the rumor mill spinning . a flutter of her eyelashes enough to bring simple conversations to blows over her attention . it was laughably easy . there was no challenge to it . nothing new for her . a movement from the corner of her eye catches her attention ( she was already watching him , the only thing to truly hold her interest . ) and she turns in H I S direction , head already tilting back to lean against the wall as she sets her sights on him , eyes half-lidded .
❝ i like to think i’m quite hard to forget . i’d take great offense if that were the case . ❞ she catches her bottom lip inbetween her teeth , pushing down an anticipatory smirk and falling into the role like a second skin , dripping coyness as she glances up at him through her lashes . she did love playing games , especially the ones where they both indulged in a sentiment neither would admit to having . she liked the reminder that while her insides may be blackened , they were still part of this matching set . ❝ you’re on the nose there , stranger . i’m kind of high-maintenance . i doubt you could handle it . ❞
𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒔 swallow reds as a sort of purple haze lingers in the air before , decidedly , making home there . topaz eyes narrow , glitter falling like stars from quickly fluttering lashes as an attempt to peer through the blurred mess she’s caused is made . ❝ what happened ? ❞ voice is raised only slightly , teetering on the edge of a cliff before it makes the leap into an abyss filled with rage , a coffin of her own spells , a casket for her self - brought demise . ❝ that — that spell was perfect ! the circle was precise , i said everything correctly , it should have worked , it – it wasn’t supposed to do this ! ❞ face flushes a shade of rose , masking typically sharp features in that only of embarrassment , embellishments carved from frustration . ❝ did you do something ? to mess with it , i mean . i wouldn’t be surprised . ❞ voice wavers , trembles like the scarce leaves that linger on branches in late autumn . she wants to blame the other ( god , more than anything , does she want to blame the other ) , wants to insist that this violent mess of violet is their fault and their’s alone . she knows her own abilities , though , she’s laid herself in her casket too many times not to know . she’s swallowed down her pride , let it drag down her throat like nails on cement , let it bleed into her mouth — but only in the confines of her own bedroom , where no eyes but her own topaz shaded ones have ever seen . she knows that the cloud of violet that’s engulfed the two of them and shrouded the room in a mask of lavender scented musk belongs to her , but she’s not ready to bleed herself dry in front of the other just yet ( she may never be ) . ❝ don’t even care if you did it . ❝ lies spill through a pretty , candy coated mouth . ❝ let’s just — clean it up , yeah ? are you gonna help me or what ? ❞
╰ ♡ ∙ 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 * / for @briingmetolifc & any muse !
lavender and glitter coat the inky black insides of lungs as they greedily suck in air through their nose , the familiar smell of cloves and cinnamon , seeping in through too - pale skin and settling into their bones as they try and catch the excess magic , pull it back into themselves for later use . the residual energy of the backfired spell that they don’t catch in time floats through the air . thin wisps of it steams off the purple sludge and weaving around the room , a stream of shaky lines that floats around the room in staggering formation before sinking into the wood of the floor . luminous silver eyes track it’s movement and their nose scrunches at the stilted descent , broken chords of a once - steady symphony . ❝ the circle was perfect . you did nothing wrong . ❞ they assured the other , words clipped and methodical and void of all emotion. their lips pressed into a thin line , stiffening as they shouldered the blame hurled in their direction , the surety in the accusation tasting like rust in their mouth . they made no move to say anything in defense of themselves as they cast lethargic eyes over to the other . there was no way to tell them that they lacked harmony . when they used to tie their magic together , it was a chorus of chords supporting each other , melodic and sweet . a perfect blend of althea’s thundering staccato against levi’s steady bass line . now , discordant notes played out , both too sharp and too flat to properly meld together . she could draw her little circles , but the magic backing it was out of tune . an unfinished composition . lyrics with no melody . but , of course , the blame rested solely on t h e m . ❝ i could clean it myself . ❞ they offered , though they could not stop the tinge of annoyance leaking into their tone . ❝ perhaps you’d like the chance to get out and cool off , hm ?? ❞
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