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Ethan Chandler - active & semi selective/ penny dreadful
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aluxlignum:
“I’ve got a stele we could use, who want’s to do me?”
bxnevolence:
She laughs softly, relived she had not caused offence. He seemed charming enough, unlike some other Americans she had met and she was grateful for his compliment. “Constance. Constance Bonacieux.” She inclined her head. “Are you in London long, Mr Chandler? Another show, perhaps?”
Ethan smiled back before saying anything. “A pleasure to meet you miss Constance Bonacieux. I’ve been here for a few weeks. And yes I have a few more shows but I think I’ll retire soon. It might be time. What about you? Any reason why you’re in London?”
irrevocablymarked:
Watching him fetch the wine, Vanessa wondered how much he even CARED that she had just spent her evening cooking for them both. Did he know how much she wanted to make him happy? When the wine was poured, she turned around to start serving the food from the oven dish, carefully putting the nicest looking food onto Ethan’s plate. But then his hands were on her, and he turned her around to face him. Vanessa took a moment to realise he wasn’t even CLOSE to thinking about the food.
❝ But it’ll get cold – I spent HOURS — ❞
She cut herself off when she felt his teeth on her skin, biting DELICIOUSLY close to her pulsing veins. It was USELESS to try and argue with him. She’d love him even if he opened those veins and left her to bleed out. How could she stop loving him? It was almost a CURSE, almost an addiction, there was no turning back from this. Closing her eyes, she leaned into him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He wasn’t sure why she cared so much about dinner? They could have just ordered out and it would be the same to him. All that he could think about was her naked on the table in front of him, that was something that he would have CARED seeing, instead of this fucking dinner. She always put so much effort into every little stupid thing, and why? He didn’t care about any of that, and she should have known that. “Why did you, I didn’t ask you to.”
Was all that he said moving away from her and sitting down. Taking a bite, he half threw the fork on the table as he guzzled down the glass of wine before pouring himself another one. If they had gone out it would have been better. Why was there a need for this domestic life? It was boring, useless. Ethan leaned back not bothering with the food anymore. It was nice, but he wasn’t hungry, that wasn’t how he wanted to spend his night. The two of them, alone, sitting here and eating. What kind of life was that? Why would anyone want that?
“You know I don’t CARE about this. Why are you even trying?” Maybe it would hurt her feelings, but he couldn’t even care. It was her own damn fault. “Van, I don’t want this. Let’s go out. There are so many fun things, parties. Do you really want to eat dinner and then spend the rest of the night in front of the tv? Because that makes me want to throws this table against the wall.” He finished another glass and kept pouring himself another.
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>> Supernatural Creatures: Werewolves
Werewolf folklore (sometimes referred to as a lycanthrope) are believed to have originated in Early Greek culture. Werewolves are humans with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf or wolf-like creature. They can either change purposefully at will, or are under curse where they can only change under a full moon. With a curse, a werewolf will revert back into their human state once the sun rises. In some cultures it is believed a man will not remember becoming a wolf if under curse, and in others he will remember.
One of the earliest myths of werewolves was in Ancient Greek culture. In the Ancient Greek myth, they told of a man named Lycaon, an early king of Arcadia that served his own slaughtered son to Zeus. This infuriated the god, and as punishment he turned the king into a wolf, slaughtered his other 50 sons and resurrected Nyctimus, the son killed and served to Zeus. Thus it could be believed that any child of the wolf, Lycaon, carried the curse.
In old European folklore, beliefs of werewolves grew parallel to the belief of witches. Naturally, anyone believed to have been a werewolf was killed in Europe from the 15th century to the 18th century. Early on in this period of superstition, lycanthropy was believed to actually be mixes of either wolf-riding or wolf-charming (in other words a type of witchcraft, therefore believed to be witches). After the time period of the witch trials, werewolves became more integrated into fairy tales and folklore for fiction.
Now, with the growing presence of werewolves in fiction along with the history of the wolf trials, techniques to be rid of werewolves or kill them were created. The most popular and common technique is with a silver bullet. However, firearms did not become a common weapon until after the 15th century so beforehand silver daggers were used. Why silver? It was believed that the alloy has some sort of mystical tie to the moon. Werewolves are also tied to the power of the moon so ironically, the power of silver will render the werewolf's regeneration abilities useless, thus allowing it to be killed properly.
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irrevocablymarked:
;; chandlerisms
❝ I made dinner… ❞
Her voice was quiet and calm, hiding the underlying ANXIETY of what Ethan might say or do. She was always on edge. Vanessa loved him so much, but she knew there was something TOXIC between them. Despite her always trying to be her best self, she constantly felt like she was letting him down. Her heart was POUNDING, but her hands were steady as she set their plates down on the table, arranging the knives and forks quickly. Forcing a smile on to her red-painted lips, Vanessa motioned for him to join her at the table. She was happy to be what he wanted her to be, to let him be who he was with her, but she was worried it wouldn’t last if it carried on. It might be the best option for her to LEAVE, to run away from it all and find her own place in the world. But her heart couldn’t imagine a world without Ethan.
❝ I hope you like it. Would you like some wine? ❞
It was almost like they were two trapeze artists, but they had no right to be anywhere near the rope. It was just going to end up being DISASTROUS. He loved her, but there were times he wanted her to be anyone else but herself. Stretching his legs, he found comfort in the back of the sofa, eyes barely opened as he pretended to care what was on tv. She barely made no noise as she busily moved in the kitchen, and that alone was INFURIATING. “I’ll get it.” He finally replied as he got up, lazily walking over and picking a bottle. With no thought behind it, he opened it and poured them both a glass. Setting the glasses down alongside the bottle he walked over to her and turned her so she’d be facing him. There were times where loving her was the worst pain he had ever felt. Like someone cutting into him, and other times he felt wrapping his fingers around her neck. It was a bomb ready to explode at any minute, a car accident that you had to watch, unable to turn away.
“What if we forget dinner?” He slowly unbuttoned her blouse slowly, his lips already kissing the side of her neck, biting gently and then almost as if with the intent to hurt.
"You can't wake up, this is not a dream." [*smooches u*]
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Ethan looked at her as if trying to focus on what she had said and not spiral into the mess that everything else was turning to. “I’m fully aware. UNFORTUNATELY.“ There was a small pause as he took a few deep breaths that did little to help. “I just don’t know what to do.” It was unclear if he was saying this to her, or himself, but it didn’t really matter. “We just have to deal with what is happening and fix it.”
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Are you insane like me?
Do you tear yourself apart to entertain?
Let’s cause a little trouble.
You make me feel so weak.
Let me be your taste test.
Are you deranged like me?
You say that you’re no good for me…
I swear I hate you when you leave.
All we do is think about the feelings that we hide.
I just wanna feel your lips against my skin.
I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me.
Is there somewhere you can meet me?
You’re stuck in my brain.
I didn’t mean to fall in love tonight.
Could we pretend that we’re in love?
I’m helpless.
This is what I live for.
You can’t wake up, this is not a dream.
The voices won’t leave me alone.
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❝ No, Ethan, you don’t understand. There was NEVER any other path for me to take. This is who I am, and that is who you are, and we cannot change it – not for love nor money. This is, was, and always will be our FATE. At first I was not content to believe that my life had been written in the fabric of time for many years before I was ever even a thought in my mother’s mind. But I KNOW this to be true, Ethan: you and I are dangerous, and there is none of God’s light left in me, but to each other we are sanctuary. ❞
Vanessa let him hold her, trying to ignore the fact that his lips were so close to hers. It would be so easy - so RIGHT - to close that tiny gap and kiss him like no other had ever kissed him. Vanessa wanted to take everything he was and DEVOUR it. Although she had promised herself she would not do it, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Her arms remained by her side, although in her mind they were wrapped around his neck, fingers running through his hair. In her imagination, there was nothing stopping them being together. But this was REALITY, and she had to reign her desires in or the world would end. Perhaps it was just her debilitating anxiety telling her that, but it felt like that’s what would happen.
❝ Please don’t say this. I am NOT in danger around you, Ethan. I know you. I know what happens to you. I’ve seen it, remember? And I wasn’t hurt, not even a scratch. You knew me, you looked into my eyes, and you had the STRENGTH to turn and leave. You are not darkness. You are the only light for miles and miles around here. And it is my own fault I cannot make you happy just yet. But I PROMISE you this; together we are stronger. And even if it takes time, we can learn to be less dangerous. We can find a way, Ethan. ❞
A moment of WEAKNESS, and her eyes closed, face tilted towards his. Vanessa’s lips hovered over his, the ghost of a kiss she should have long since buried. And then she remembered herself, and peeled back from him, an apology glimmering in her watery eyes.
He felt drained, twisted and turned until there was nothing else but shallow clunking of hallowed out wishes and hopes. Being around her was more painful then the changes his body goes through with each new moon. Once he had seen himself, after years of cut out nights that he couldn’t remember. His refection glimmered in a small puddle that was left as a reminder of the rain. Stars shimmered above him and the moon crept in, but his distorted features were there, eyes so familiar staring back at him under everything else.
He had ran off then, somewhere to the forest, howling at the moon, himself, at what he had seen. Not expecting her to KISS him, Ethan froze for a split second as just as he wanted to kiss her back, she was already gone, wiggled her way out of his weak embrace. “You say those things because they make you feel better. I’d know, I say them to myself constantly.”With eyes still closed, he turned his face away, finding no strength to do much else but stand there, pathetically helpless. “You can’t kiss me without fearing for yourself, without wanting to run away. So I think we shouldn’t talk about it anymore. I’m going to go to the kitchen, make you some time and get you something to eat. Malcolm might be back soon. We’ll talk to him too. See what we all need to do next. “
Led infused limbs dragged along the carpet until he wrapped his fingers around the doorknob. It would seem that they had this conversation many times, most of which, with themselves, silently. But it didn’t matter. He wasn’t fit to protect her, he couldn’t protect anyone. That was PAINFULLY clear by now. He had spent so much time running from home, from his family. But maybe he was protecting them, as much as he was in fear of them. Closing the door behind himself, the hallway seemed endlessly long and narrow, stretching out like a snake before the opening that reveled the stairs.
The kitchen smelled like spices and herbs, most of which were hanging from strings above his head. He busied himself with the tea and sandwiches, placing more effort into this mundane task then anyone before. Even this room reeked over things that he didn’t want to think about, PEOPLE he didn’t dare ever forget, but each time he’d think of his friend, and he did not have many of those. When he finally finished the tea and snacks. He simply sat down, as if his legs gave in. Facing Vanessa was now more torture then anything else, and being here a never ending cause of SUFFERING.
niightcomer:
“Easy, cowboy"
The young witch emerged from the shadows like a ghost making its appearance out of thin air - her face and raven curls mostly covered by a velvet cloak. She didn’t particularly enjoy the way he referred to her, like she was a monster whose only reason to live was to cause pain and suffering wherever she went. Which was true to an extent, but just like he was controlled by his lycanthropy, just like he was made to do gruesome things he’d never normally do; Hecate had been controlled by her mother. Yes, she had grown immune to fearing the sight of death and torture, even grown to enjoy it - but she would never forget the first time a family lost their lives at her hand.
“I don’t want anything in particular. I just came around to see my old friend.”
It had long dawned on him, that the reason why her presence irked him so much, had nothing to do with what she was and what she had caused his friends. Well that was a part, but a small part in a picture that was a whole lot bigger. Her presence pulled at things that were at the surface level with him, but he pretended to ignore them. The beast inside wiggled and stretched at the sight of someone or something alike, a twisted morbid comradery . And maybe there was that lost notion of familiarity. While he didn’t excuse the things that she did, she had not started her life on this planet as this thing, and neither had he. But every trivial, mundane even had caused them to be right here, right now.
“Really? Are they close by?”
His voice was flat devoid of any emotion or inflection. Pouring another glass, he pushed one towards her before occupying himself with his drink.
warsounds:
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in his pockets: a usual placement for his hands. it offers a nice comfort as if it’s a portable & wearable blanket. a little heater to keep him warm against the cool winds brushing by.
“y-yuh’ sssshould g-get that-t cl-cl-c—– clean.”
“Really? I...” He tried to wait for his whole face to stop spasming in the teeth chattering cold, but it wasn’t really working. “Had no idea.” He almost spat the words out as fast as he could afraid if he didn’t, it would take him a whole lot more effort to say anything at all. “We need to get in...side. Somewhere.”
devaneiossuspensos:
True evil is, above all things, seductive. When the Devil knocks at your door, he doesn’t have cloven hooves. He is beautiful and offers you your heart’s desire in whispered airs. Like a Siren, beckoning you to her ruinous shore.
bxnevolence:
“It is no trouble, sir. It suddenly strikes her and her smile brightens. “That’s it! You were in that travelling show. I remember that. You are very talented, sir. Such skill…”
She suddenly remembers where she is, shaking her head. “Forgive me, I did not mean to make you uneasy. That was rude of me…”
Ethan tipped his hat as she recognized him. While the shows did the trick, gave him a place to sleep and some money, he couldn’t say he was much pride of them. “No problems whatsoever. I think it’s refreshingly honest, and I can’t take that against you. Name’s Ethan Chandler, and you are?”
porticosdaughter:
“ I know that feeling. “ She didn’t much care for being in the debt of others either. And the last time around; when it had been her life that had been in jeopardy, her attempt at making things square didn’t exactly work out the way she had planned. “ Honestly – a thank you is more than enough. Well. Maybe a promise to stay out of abandoned buildings without me too. “
Ethan smiled, dipping his head a bit lower before looking back up. “I don’t want to make promises that I can’t keep, but I can promise to do my best. And if I ever find myself in or near an abandoned building, I’ll try to inform you.” With a swift nod of the head, he lightly indicated the end of discussion on that topic.
[ I need a thread based on this song because the lyrics are just perfect ]
bxnevolence:
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“Excuse me, sir, I think you dropped this…”
She pauses then, as he turns, for the face seems familiar, although she cannot place it. She’s certain she’s seen him before somewhere and she’s not doing a very good job at hiding her confusion.
A voice drags him from whatever kind of tormented and downright morbid swirl of thoughts he was engaging in. “Thank you ma’ma.” He replies with a slight bow, picking up the gloves that he carried with him but almost never wore.
“Mighty kind of you.”
She was looking at him like she was grabbing at something that was on the tip of her tongue. It wouldn’t be odd if she recognized him, seeing as he had been performing with his sharpshooter shows.
