bonfire

bruno donato 35. witch. narcissus marshal. mortician at acheron. it's a B O N F I R E turn the lights out i'm burnin' everything you muthafuckas talk about

[blackerthings]

Lex Scott Davis & Sinqua Walls Tales (Season 1): You Got Me

[rooneyredcarpet]

Sinqua Walls in Gucci at the 'White Men Can't Jump' Los Angeles Premiere (2023)

[brunodonato]

hearthstonc​:

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“Want to break them then? Maybe we can get the people inside to help us get out?” Regina guesses with a hum as she looks around, stepping closer to one of the tanks and tapping the glass thoughtfully. There is an awful thought building at the back of her head, a realization that she is trying to keep at bay even when she knows that won’t be possible for long. There is only one place they could be, and the thought alone is pissing her off beyond belief “The glass is thick, but I might be able to break it with a couple of hits.”

The tanks were holding many creatures and his magic was on the fritz. He wasn’t sure how he would defend himself if they attacked, but it couldn’t hurt to give it a go. At least this woman seemed to know how to fight. That was all they had going for them right now. “Maybe so,” he muttered as he kept looking at the tanks. The creatures within were barely moving, but he was sure that was just a ruse. Nevertheless, he moved out of her way to give her some space. “Well, I trust you have a better right hook than I do.”

[sonderpoison]

SINQUA WALLS as Kamal Allen White Men Can’t Jump (2023), dir. Calmatic

[brunodonato]

arastirmacii​:

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“How do you expect this to go, Bruno?” She questioned, out of perhaps annoyance, or perhaps exhaustion. There couldn’t possibly be anything left for them to salvage now, right? He was a witch, and she was a member of the Eye. While she should have been better calculated, should have vetted him from the moment that their gazes locked, Sanem had been blind to it all. She had chosen instead to fall prey to his words, to his actions, and had missed the possibility that he could be one of the very things she swore herself against. “We’re on opposing sides,” she stated, for were it not the truth? Despite the partnership that had seen the Senate and the Eye working together, they would still forever be on opposite sides. “You’re a witch, and a blood magic user at that.” She had heard the stories of the Narcissus coven, of what they and their ringleader were capable of, and what all those that had turned to blood magic were capable of. Sanem couldn’t simply turn a blind eye to that.

How did he expect this to go? Well, he wasn’t even really sure. There weren’t many ways it could go. On one hand, they could’ve simply talked about it and figured it out. Then on the other hand, the more likely side, everything would boil over and they would be left with crumbs of what they used to be. Whatever that even was. Bruno had found himself actually liking Sanem. How much did he even really know about her though? She didn’t know much about him either until just recently. A doctor. What a great excuse that was for being a part of an organization that experimented on people like him. How was he to know that was who he had gotten into bed with? How was she to know that she had done the same with the very thing she was against? “We’re not on opposing sides unless you want it to be that way.” The Senate and The Eye had formed their little alliance, but he guessed it was likely they wouldn’t really get along that well at first. “I’m a blood magic user and you do...what was it again to supernatural creatures like me, doctor? Are we supposed to pretend we both didn’t lie to each other or is it just me that did something wrong here?”

[brunodonato]

sacrilcgiovs​:

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It had been before his time as Sovereign, what had happened to Bruno’s mother. And perhaps it had been her story that had set him upon this path, along with so many more before her. Again and again, those like himself were persecuted. While some perhaps deserved to be hauled in by the Senate, he knew many more were done so out of fear and misjudgment, with prejudices that stemmed from what had happened centuries prior. “Some certainly do,” he stated idly, as if considering who within the Asphodel deserved such a second chance. Perhaps August, if only because of the tie that he had had with his father. Yurena, though he had lost the connection and knew not how far she had delved in. The rest? Kaan would be fine with seeing them locked up for good, hidden beneath the ground and all keys thrown into the bottom of the nearest body of water. “Lines have certainly been drawn, and there is no telling now when the next step will be taken. Are you ready for this? The potential of an all out war on our hands?”

A war? Bruno worked at a damn funeral parlor. He was a mortician. He did magic that helped heal people physically and mentally. However, he had never once thought that he would need to worry about a war. The worst thing that had ever happened to him had been what happened to his mother. Now there was the threat of a war between...well, at this point, he wasn’t even sure. The Senate was there. The Eye was aligned with it. He should have expected something like this to happen, but he had never actually wanted it. They all would have been better off trying to fix it instead of making it worse. Not everyone thought the same though. It was both a gift and a curse. “I don’t want a war, Kaan.” He took a breath then. “But I won’t stand on the sidelines if it comes down to it. You know I’m on your side. Whatever that side may be.”

[brunodonato]

raffaelexfiore·:

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“I’m actually planning on meeting someone there,” naturally it wasn’t a date, more like a planned hookup, though he was sure that the fey that Raffaele had in mind was going to deny as much. “We hooked up right uh…” The witch pointed towards some bushes in the distance, “right over there the other day.” It hadn’t been very long but already the witch was excited for round two. “If the church can cherry pick then so can I.” Raffaele defended, these gaudy churches were a far cry from where the faith had began. He grinned, “When you’re burning in hell, I will remember you fondly.”

“Oh? Meeting someone?” Now Bruno was invested. If he had to listen to Raffaele go on about sinning and all that other nonsense, the least the other witch could do was make it interesting by telling him about his sexcapades. It really was only asking for the bare minimum. “Wow, right in the bushes. That’s my man,” he said as he lifted his hand up for a high five. And then they were back to talking about all that religion shit. It just went in one ear and out the other for the witch. “Wow, you really think I’m going to go to hell? Not even with the big guy upstairs? I think I’ve been a decent person. What if I say I’m not going to gamble? What are my chances looking like then?”

[brunodonato]

hearthstonc​:

who? @brunodonato​

where? the laboratory labyring

notes: hey i just meeeeeeeet you and this is crazy but let’s escape from this place together maybe?

“What kind of witchy fuckery are we in now?” She asks, tone ever so tired at waking up on a foreign environment, her hands clenching as she realizes she cannot shift on this environment. Gritting her teeth, she shifts her gaze to the witch on the corner of the room and sighs. She has to go find Hazal, but she won’t be able to do that stuck on this ugly ass place. “Any clues as to what to do now witchy?”

This place was not at all what he had thought would come of his night. Usually, his mood was more excitable as opposed to aggravated. Yet here he was now with a slight bit of annoyance washing over him at the situation. They were in some sort of laboratory, that much was obvious. The problem was that he had no idea how they were supposed to get out of it. There were creatures in tanks that he was curious about. That was what he had decided to look at when he had been pulled into this labyrinth of sorts. “I’m thinking these tanks have to be here for a reason, right?”

[brunodonato]

efigeniax​:

          To an outsider, Bruno and she were the same age and yet she’d mothered him like any young initiate and watched him grow into the Marshal and potent witch he now was. It was always humbling to witness, though Efigenia craved more power beyond belief, it was delightful to note how her potent magic now was well utilized. She’d always care for the witches of Narcissus, they were typically turned to pariahs by society and the Senate for their magic of choice and she’d welcome each and every misfit with open arms. “It’s not my birthday,” the Advocate teased lightly, beaming down upon the box. It was clear already it was jewelry of some type which tended to be her kryptonite, nimble fingertips swinging open the top to present the ring, “I’ll have to wear it to Mercuralia,” her eyes alight with appreciation, she cherishes the gift before she even places it upon her finger; a perfect fit.

It’s not my birthday. It wasn’t, but that never meant that Bruno wasn’t going to spoil her. She had always been there for him and that hadn’t changed even through the many years he had known her. He wasn’t really sure when she would be gone, but the thought that she ever would be was something he never liked to think about. His mother had been lost to Python and he could only ever think of what could happen if someone else’s mind had gone, too. It couldn’t happen to anyone else in the Narcissus. He wouldn’t let it. Even as the dark thoughts filtered through his mind, there was still a smile on his face as she opened the box. “You know, that thought was there when I picked it out.” He leaned in slightly, a joking tone to his voice. “I figured black was the best option. You don’t wear much of any other color.”

[luckythings]

[masongooning]

SINQUA WALLS Resort to Love (2021)

[brunodonato]

arastirmacii·:

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Bruno had lied to her, had hid the truth of what he was and the simple fact that he had been a marshal for the Senate. Though, in the grand scheme of things, Sanem had equally as so lied to him. Or rather, had chosen not to divulge the organization that she worked for, as it had been known that she was a doctor, that she worked for the advancements of medicine. It simply only came at the expense of supernaturals. And now, with the recent makings of a partnership, Sanem was forced to tread lightly, cautiously in ways that she hadn’t needed to before. Not to mention the worry that seized her every time she thought of the added risks that had come from this union, for herself and for the hunters, like Wade. It had been where her mind was at, as she watched some of the well armed police move around the festival, until she was unceremoniously pulled into an alcove of sorts, and was forced to look up into the face of the very man that had lied to her. “I would have preferred had you not seen me at all,” she stated, with a pleasant enough look upon her features, despite the venom that seemed laced within her tone.

It wasn’t as if he had truly lied to her about anything. Omitting the truth, he guessed was the same though. Hadn’t they both done that then? She was a doctor. That much was true of what she had told him. The main concern was what kind of doctor she was. If they had no connection before, he was sure this would have been swept under the rug. They were all supposedly working together now, weren’t they? The Senate and The Eye. Bruno wasn’t quite sure what he thought was going to happen, but it certainly wasn’t this. He had only been hoping that she would have forgiven him, but the weeks of radio silence had been a clear indicator that that was simply not the case. That was the only reason why he had sought her out at this damn festival. The witch had to get his mind off of this and that meant actually talking to her. Even if she wouldn’t let him. It looked like that was going to be the problem as she spoke. “Is that so? That’s how this is going to go then?” He let out a sigh. “I can only apologize so many times, you know.”

[brunodonato]

raffaelexfiore·:

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“Well, I was hoping you were going to ask me to be your date.” Came the blood witch’s reply as he looked up towards the other through a thick set of lashes, his grin broadened shortly after as he snickered. Clearly joking. “I’m not a big gambler, it’s a sin you know.” Raffaele pointed out, he really loved cherry picking when it came to his beliefs, virginal but not when it came to anal, chaste until 7pm, and free of vices until he landed in front of a bar. “Too much greed will kill a guy.” 

“Well, we can make that happen, Raff. Just say the word.” He knew the younger man was joking, but the more he thought about it, the more he was reminded of the fact that he didn’t really have anyone to go with either. Who would have been his date was avoiding him and, in turn, he was avoiding her. That wasn’t something he needed to bring up to Raffaele though. Bruno had to deal with that problem on his own without help from those closest to him. “It’s a sin? Don’t pull that shit with me, man. You’re getting really picky with your so-called sins.”

[brunodonato]

sacrilcgiovs·:

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Bruno had been one of the more trustworthy of the Narcissus coven members, which is precisely why Kaan had advised for him to take up the mantle of marshal. To stand beside him when he attended the Senate meetings, and more recently, the peace talk that had been called forth from those that seemed to want to take a stance against the Asphodel, against Ayi’ig and her army of drows. Though, his trust in Bruno and the decisions that he was capable of making did not mean that Kaan did not find him overly annoying. Such as in that precise moment, with the other witch sat across him, in silence, with that dreadfully bothersome gaze fixed upon him. Words were spoken into his phone, while Kaan seemingly ignored the other in favor of finalizing the deal that had begun months prior. Immortality didn’t mean that business did not need to be tended to, especially if Kaan wanted to ensure the survival of his coven. “What is your opinion on the Asphodel coven at present?” He questioned just as soon as the call had ended, the phone tossed onto his desk as he shifted through the various paperwork he had laid out.

Whatever business Kaan did was something Bruno had never bothered to concern himself with. He cared for his coven and he cared for the sovereign that led them. Things done in the spare time of those within the Narcissus were barely something to worry himself over. He was a marshal, but his first priority would always be his coven as he was sure was the case with the man across from him. As much as he liked to annoy the other by doing things such as staring at him while he was on a business call, he didn’t want to press on too much. It wasn’t that Kaan was untrustworthy. That was far from it considering he knew just how much the man would do for the Narcissus. It was that, even though he didn’t care about what anyone did in their free time, he wanted to know what was going on. He couldn’t bare the thought of having someone close to him suffer again. “The Asphodel?” His brows knitted together as he looked down at his hands. “I don’t want anyone to suffer like my mother did. You know that. The necronomicon fucks with their minds. I want to help them. Doesn’t everyone deserve a second chance?” Well, some people did. Others? Bruno didn’t mind cutting down whoever went against him or his coven.

[anderwater]

NANNY (2022) directed by Nikyatu Jusu

[brunodonato]

closed starter for @arastirmacii​ location: the STREETS note: kisskiss STREET FIGHT

To say the least, he was more than upset about how things had transpired. The Senate wasn’t exactly looking at his Sovereign with a trustful eye and now they were working with the Eye. Then, on top of all of that fell Sanem. Bruno had been more than surprised to see her there and he wasn’t sure who was more in the wrong in this scenario. Her for not mentioning that she was in the Eye or him for not mentioning that he was in the Narcissus and also on the Senate. Actually, now that he thought about it, he was probably more wrong than she was. Then again, she was also experimenting on supernatural creatures. It was too much to think about, but he was more concerned with what she had to say. When he had seen her, he pulled her into a small alcove so that they were face to face. “Funny seeing you here, huh?”

[senatushq]

NAME. Bruno Donato AGE & BIRTH DATE. 35 & April 21, 1988 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him SPECIES. Witch COVEN. Narcissus OCCUPATION. Marshal & Mortician at Acheron FACE CLAIM. Sinqua Walls

BIOGRAPHY

( tw: death, blood ) Being born into the Narcissus coven meant everything to Bruno. When his mothers brought him into the world, he was nothing but a happy baby. He was marked from birth with the Narcissus sign on his wrist and his parents only expected greatness from him. From the outside looking in, they seemed like a happy witch family. His childhood was nothing short of treasured for how much he felt love from his mothers and those around him. There was nothing he couldn’t do in the coven and he was only given the tools to try his hand at anything he could ever want. Even at a young age, he was looking into blood magic and all that came with it. Bruno didn’t fear any sort of magic. His mothers had taught him that and so had everyone around him. 

However, happiness was always only surface level. As much as Bruno would have loved to think his family was perfect and nothing could go wrong, there was something darker there that he could have never expected. Where he had tried his best to be a healer within the coven, studying the schools of restoration and illusion, one of his mothers had delved into something much darker. There was no shame within the Narcissus. They were told to not fear magic in any form. It seemed his mother had taken those words quite literally. Before he could even get the matured mark of the Narcissus on his wrist, it was too late for her. 

She had spoken of Python whispering in her ear and all he could ever do was nod and pretend everything was okay. Necromancy was her crime. Her mind was gone and all Bruno could do after that was hope she would be alright. His other mother had looked him in the eyes when the Senate took her away and told him to never do such a thing as what her wife had done. But how could he look at this and not be intrigued by the mere thought of it? Nevertheless, he ended up pushing the thought of one of his mothers to the back of his mind and focusing on the magic he did have. He was no prodigy, but now, more than any other time, the one mother he did have left expected so much from him that it had only become stifling.

When he turned eighteen, it seemed easy for him to gain that matured Narcissus mark on his wrist. It had felt right when he had summoned that lesser demon. It had felt right when he all but felt his boot on the back of their neck. This being was nothing to him but a way for him to fully integrate himself into the coven his mother so desperately hoped he stayed within. If it wasn’t for her own reasons, it was for protection. She wanted Bruno to be safe and to have family to fall back on if she was ever to lose herself as well. It was not a thought in her mind to travel down the same path as her wife, but what she didn’t know was that the thoughts had already entered Bruno’s mind.

The witch had decided to focus on healing though. Whatever thoughts crept into his mind of how his lost mother was were always replaced with honing his magic. He stuck to the schools of restoration and illusion if only to somehow stop something like what happened to her from happening to others. He would heal whoever needed it, whether it was physical or mental. If only he had been able to do so for his mother, then maybe she would still be around. Bruno still had one with him though, one that would look at him with nothing but love and adoration in her eyes. Even as he found himself in a profession such as being a mortician, she only wanted whatever made him happy. However, he always knew that, deep down, maybe he was more broken than he could ever let her know.

PERSONALITY

+ charismatic, reliable, straight-forward – impulsive, self-indulgent, impish

PLAYED BY KENYER. EST. She/Her.