𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐃 / hope.

dependent mumu for 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙫𝙩. 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧 & 𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠.

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[craftedhope]

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐔𝐒,   𝐈.

THEY SAID HEAVEN was a place on earth — ian cassius wasn’t sure that was true. 

watermount was an easy place to slip into, he had found; he felt invisible, and unsurprisingly, it felt like a virtue. he had been in and out of different states, cities, counties, for the past two and a half years, but the idea of watermount made him feel less … alone. what does one do when they’re left to their own devices? drinking was an option - going out, maybe? spend copious amounts of money on things he didn’t need?

he wouldn’t tell anyone, but what he was looking for was soil. the sun was coming out, and with that came ian’s overwhelming desire to show off a green thumb that he wasn’t sure existed. being in a new town meant reinventing yourself, settling with your personality —

and there was demetrius. 

oh, demi — ian thought about him the way the moon thought about the sun, somehow always just missing him. things had ended … badly, but he hardly gave it a second thought, but he had lied. if he didn’t think about it, then it didn’t happen. right? if he didn’t say anything, he was the bad guy. right?

          “you can ignore this, but …” ian cleared his throat after he had taken the painstaking steps to approach the other, speaking up just enough. “where can i find soil?” @craftedhope·

let   it   be   known,   demetrius   was   never   a   vengeful   type   of   person.   despite   those   who   hurt   his   feelings.   that   was   what   his   sister   was   for,   if   he   was   honest.   but   his   love   life,   that   was   a   different   story   in   its   entirety.   he's   hauling   some   more   boxes   of   supplies   before   the   scent   of   someone   familiar   reaches   his   senses.   the   heretic   closes   his   eyes   in   brief   annoyance,   not   at   all   anticipating   this   interaction.   couldn't   ana   have   been   working   this   shift   ?

dropping   the   hefty   boxes   with   a   thud,   he   turns   around.   the   same   blue   eyes   that   haunt   him   to   this   day.   but   he   remains   passive,   tries   to   hide   the   pain   that   so   desperately   wanted   to   paint   his   features.   the   question   piques   interest,   curiosity.   but   he   only   sighs   in   defeat,   gesturing   for   the   man   to   follow.   of   all   the   shops,   he   had   to   come   to   his.   couldn't   he   have   gone   to   a   walmart   outside   of   town   ?   surely,   that   was   more   convenient   than   this   interaction.

❛      what   are   you   burying   ?   more   of   your   feelings   ?      ❜         demetrius   deadpans,   face   void   of   any   emotion.

[craftedhope]

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀,   𝐒.

𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐀𝐌  ,  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐄   was  all  gravy  in  his  book  .  yeah  ,  there  were  things  in  the  past  that  truly  grew  a  wedge  between  sam’s  father  &  uncle  -  but  that  had  nothing  to  do  with  him  .  after  all  ,  he  was  known  to  give  everyone  the  benefit  of  the  doubt  at  least  once  …  or  -  well  ,  twice  .  placing  the  breakfast  spread  down  on  the  table  ,  the  brunette  scooted  into  the  booth  —  ready  to  chow  down  .  with  a  full  mouth  of  pancakes  ,  he  shook  his  head  .  “  unc  ,  you  know  you’re  always  chill  in  my  books  right  ??  even  if  dad  you  know  …  is  inclined  to  disagree  .  “  

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐅𝐎𝐑   :   @craftedhope·  /   helios  roma  !

GOD,   did   the   kid   have   an   appetite.   he   can   hardly   remember   what   it's   like   to   want   to   devour   everything   in   sight.   his   nephew   was   going   to   place   a   hefty   hole   in   his   wallet.   still,   he   smiles   all   the   same,   bringing   the   cup   of   coffee   to   his   lips   gingerly.   he   gives   a   chuckle   at   sam's   words,   shaking   his   head.

❛      quite   frankly,   sam,   your   old   man   can   KISS   MY   ASS,      ❜         helios   grumbled,   just   as   the   waitress   placed   his   own   plate   before   him.         ❛      besides,   is   it   such   a   crime   to   want   to   spend   some   time   with   my   favorite   nephew   ?      ❜

[craftedhope]

guilt   tears   at   him,   eyes   surveying   the   flowers   on   display   in   his   shop.   although   he   didn't   personally   know   the   victims   who   were   strung   up   like   puppets,   demetrius   still   felt   just   as   guilty.   the   entire   town   mourned   their   death,   business   for   him   booming   much   more   than   usual.   he   scratched   his   beard   at   the   customer,   feeling   embarrassed   at   his   lack   of   products.         ❛      m'sorry,   we're   actually   ALL   OUT   of   lilies   ...   already.   the   next   batch   won't   be   blossoming   for   a   couple   more   days.      ❜  

demetrius   scrambled   to   gather   some   other   sample   of   flowers,   fingers   gently   grasping   the   bundles,   always   soft   with   his   plants.         ❛      but   we   have   plenty   of   carnations   and   chrysanthemums   !   both   equally   as   BEAUTIFUL   for   such   a   time.      ❜

LOCATION:   evergreen   gardener   supply.

[gotham-daily]

[craftedhope]

𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒.

it’s another slow night, and ASMODEUS has taken to brooding. often on her breaks, she broods quite well. she’s not allowed to cause too much trouble, lest she wreak havoc all across watermount. so, she broods.

she steps outside PANDEMONIUM, and she searches her purse that she’s brought for cigarettes. praise be to LUCIFER, she doesn’t have to worry about lighters much anymore. the cigarette between her lips seems to spark alive on its own.

she steps farther out onto the sidewalk and waits for a moment before she can sense someone approaching. whether or not they’re here for her is anyone’s guess, but she stops them still, turning to greet them.

❝ lovely weather we’re having, don’t you think? ❞ in truth, the weather was a bit damp. not the best weather, really. actually quite drab. then again, it was a sad little town in VERMONT. when was the weather any good. 

working   at   pandemonium   proved   to   be   a   difficult   feat   when   the   majority   of   its   patrons   and   workers   looked   down   on   you.   but   iris   would   simply   sneer   and   turn   the   other   direction.   she   may   have   been   a   half   -   breed   but   at   least,   she   knew   her   worth.   but   tonight,   the   malice   is   suffocating   enough   that   the   cambion   escapes   the   congested   air   of   the   club.

nimble   fingers   itch   for   flames   as   she   approaches   the   dancer,   eyes   slant   with   neutrality.         ❛      spare   a   cigarette   ?   must've   left   mine   inside,      ❜         iris   tilts   her   head   in   curiosity,   never   having   spoken   to   the   demon   besides   work.         ❛      this   weather   can   eat   shit.      ❜

[craftedhope]

tags.

i.      *    &      𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐒  𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐏𝐇  𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀.      (    scriptures.    )

ii.      *    &      𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐒  𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐏𝐇  𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀.      (    study.    )

iii.      *    &      𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐒  𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐏𝐇  𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀.      (    countenance.    )

iv.      *    &      𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐒  𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐏𝐇  𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀.      (    answered.    )

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[craftedhope]

@svcrifical @delicacyies

[craftedhope]

𝚒'𝚍  𝚋𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚢  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖  ,  𝚖𝚢  𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍  ;   that  there  is  𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐒  '𝐋𝐈𝐎'  𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀  ,  notorious  for  being  (  precipitous  )  and  (  truculent )  ,  but  there  are  times  when  he  can  be  (  dauntless  )  and  (  beguiling  )  .   i’ve  heard  that  he  could  pass  as  a  TOM  ELLIS  doppelganger  ,  but  i  don’t  see  it  .   the  (  thirty  eight  /  forty  )  year - old  cis  male  (  hybrid  )  has  been  in  town  for  (  two  months  )  and  they  are  a  (  pediatric  surgeon  at  watermount  hospital  )  affiliated  with  (  no  one  )  .   they  tend  to  spark  images  of  the  crowd  chanting  his  name  as  they  lift  him  in  high  spirits,    the  furious  blush  of  that  settles  on  the  cheeks  of  his  victims,  a  boisterous  laugh  that  fills  the  air,  neither  humorless  nor  humor  -  full  .

𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓼.

full  name:    helios  'lio’  roma.

species:    hybrid.  (  werewolf  /  vampire.  )

age:    thirty  eight.  (  forty.  )

gender:    cis  male.

pronouns:    he  /  him.

sexuality:  heterosexual.  

occupation:    pediatric  surgeon  at  watermount  hospital.

duration  in  town:   two  months.

parents:    deceased.

spouse:   (  wanted  connection.  )

sibling:  apollo  roma,  constantine  roma,  one  other  brother.

children:    one.  (  wanted  connection.  )

(    +    )    beguiling,  dauntless,  witty.

(    -    )    precipitous,  truculent,  arrogant.

𝓫𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂.

you  are  the  second  eldest  of  the  roma  clan.  a  stark  contrast  to  your  older  brother,  apollo.

you  shine  with  brilliance  in  the  form  of  friendliness  and  academic  success.  you  make  friends  easy  from  a  young  age,  taking  on  the  leader  role  in  stride.  you  were  born  for  the  alpha  position,  is  what  you  hear  often  from  your  father.

but  you  don't  want  it.  too  much  responsibility,  is  what  you  tell  yourself.  so  you  indulge  in  the  glorified  life  of  a  popular  kid.  dating  too  many  girls,  outshining  his  peers  academically.  

the  death  of  their  parents  comes  far  too  quickly,  far  too  harshly.  and  while  a  new  side  of  apollo  shows,  you  remain.  you  encourage  tears,  encourage  sadness  from  your  brothers.  

watermount  is  different  from  new  york.  it's  empty.  or  perhaps  that  was  due  to  the  giant  hole  carved  in  your  heart  from  your  parents'  absence.  the  phase  you  convinced  yourself  that  apollo  was  in  remains.  he  leaves  you  all  behind,  turns  a  blind  eye.

but  you  are  there.  sitting  with  your  brothers,  helping  them  with  their  homework,  giving  advice  when  asked,  cooking,  cleaning,  taking  on  the  role  of  what  would've  been  their  father.  what  should've  been.

captain  of  the  football  team.  prom  king.  top  of  his  class.  all  terms  to  describe  your  high  school  career.  all  leading  up  to  ...  a  hefty  scholarship  for  nyu,  pre  -  med  track.

it's  a  sorrowful  goodbye,  one  with  a  sealed  promise  that  you'll  return  to  watermount.  that  you're  not  leaving  them.  but  you  forget  that  little  promise  as  you  form  your  own  family  in  new  york.

as  you  are  turned  into  a  hybrid,  half  of  what  your  family  hates  the  most:  vampire.

once  your  hunger  was  under  control,  your  promise  is  brought  to  the  forefront  of  your  brain.  a  reminder.  you  pack  up  your  family  and  leave  to  watermount  at  once,  eager  to  reunite  with  the  majority  of  your  brothers.

now,  a  stunning  surgeon  at  watermount's  hospital.

TLDR;    second  eldest  roma  that  picked  up  apollo's  slack  when  their  parents  died.  golden  boy  of  watermount  during  his  high  school  years,  took  a  scholarship  to  new  york  university  on  the  pre  -  med  track.  married  &  had  a  kid.  became  a  hybrid,  is  now  a  pediatric  surgeon  at  watermount  hospital.

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[craftedhope]

☎ for mr demi and miss lavinia ily

drop   a   ☎   to   peep   your   muse’s   contact   info   in   my   muse’s   phone.

NAME:   watermount’s   resident   sweetheart   🤩

RINGTONE:   that   cute   duck   quacking   sound   .

LAST TEXT RECEIVED:   i   think   i   killed   my   cactus

LAST TEXT SENT:   [   picture   message   ]

PICTURE:

[craftedhope]

☎ for miss love and miss iris

drop   a   ☎   to   peep   your   muse’s   contact   info   in   my   muse’s   phone.

NAME:   lock   my   ears   🙄

RINGTONE:   that   horrible   default   alarm   sound   that   apple   assigns   .

LAST TEXT RECEIVED:   drinks   tonight   ?

LAST TEXT SENT:   ✔️   read   at   9:34PM.

PICTURE:

[phantmed]

☎ from demi !

put  ☎  in  my  ask  for  your  muses  info  in  my  muses  phone  .

NAME:  demi  🥺👉👈

RINGTONE:  the  iconique  ‘  best  of  both  worlds  ‘  by  queen  hannah  montana

LAST TEXT RECEIVED:  are  you  home  ??  could  you  water  the  plants  for  me  ,  please  ,  i  forgot  this  morning  🥺

LAST TEXT SENT:  i  am  and  i  can  ,  but  if  miss  twisty  looks  at  me  like  a  snack  again  ,  it’s  game  over  !

PICTURE:

[ellenripleys]

[craftedhope]

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