❛ ʟ ᴀ ᴠ ɪ ᴇ ᴇ ɴ ʀ ᴏ s ᴇ

[deliverybcy]

Nothing’s   gonna 

                      [harm]  you

                                        not   while

                                                       I’m around.

[heavendescends-moved]

    expedition, unknown; purpose, unclear —— but he stood beside another,     musing aloud,      as if accompanied by a friend. divine breath exhaled, holy      salvation upon a    martyr’s tongue; and with sheer GRACE, he’ll rephrase     his question, as if it posed no problem or irritation to reiterate.

      ❝ in this day and age, most aren’t. 

               —– i was curious if you believed in a higher power. ❞

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                 With a coat cut tight at her waist and a lording post at the preacher’s side, she eases back and into the wall .   ❛ A higher power . No, no, I have to see something to believe it . If there is a god, he’d be in love with me . And I haven’t gotten any pretty flowers yet . ❜   A smile stretches thin over flat teeth, words perched politely ‘top her tongue .

[sugar-born]

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                             ❛  ——–  are you feeling alright?  ❜  it’s not what               he asked before, but it wasn’t important anyway.  ❛  you                          look a bit pale.  ——  have you eaten?   ❜

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                   The answer comes flat, dark eyes peering up from beneath a bed of thick, ebony lashes .   ❛ I probably have, I don’t feel very hungry, but I can’t say I remember entirely . You seem nervous, am I making you nervous ? ❜  

[pitifulthing-a]

                             I THINK I’LL EAT YOUR HEART.

                                               ( Dr. Hannibal Lecter, Baltimore MD )

[osasora]

Natalia Drepin 

[xavicious-deactivated20160223]

Because she loved him? What kind of sense did that make? He wasn’t prepared to question it, though. She was clearly not the most stable person. She needed someone to listen to her…after all, most people – all people would have died from that stab to the gut, but maybe…maybe it’s fated that they encounter each other for the very reason that he couldn’t die from such a thing…?

It’s cliche, but he feels as though it’s possible.

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure I follow… Would you mind explaining a bit more…? Why would it help me?” he’s still calm, his tone comforting.

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             Lips cave against a tight row of small teeth, her smile waning thin at his words .   ❛ You wouldn’t understand if I told you . You’ll get mad, so there’s just, there’s really no point in explaining it . But I promise, it’ll be fun ! I’m going to make everything quiet and soft . So you can breathe . Not literally, of course, but ... it’ll be easy for you . ❜

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“Well…considering…” he lifts his shirt to show the stab wound, beginning to regenerate by now– “I could be a heck of a lot better…but hey, I’ll live. And that’s the point I’m trying to make…“

Stepping forward slightly, he sits at the edge of the bed, hands very calmly and gently taking hers. “Now then…are you feeling alright? Do you want to talk about all this?”

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              Her chest ascends, wide eyes glossing over the wound once-was .   ❛ Do I want to talk ? About ... No, I have to ... Am I dreaming ? How did your skin do that ? Did I hurt you ? I didn’t mean to, I’ll find another way to do this . ❜

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@deccs –

“I FIGURED there was some other reason that your MOUTH tasted like COPPER, but now I’m pretty sure I know what’s going on here…” he says, breathily, not close to death but still feeling the pangs that survival instincts put into a man’s chest. He was a bit frightened, and would be even more so if she actually had a chance of killing him with conventional methods. Still though, rusty old blades hurt like SHIT.

“I suppose NOW would be a good time to explain that you won’t be killing me tonight, hon. I’m an incubus– a demon, from Hell or whatever. Stuff like that’s not exactly easy to go and bury six-feet under.”

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               A starved smile breaks across her face, words carried from between thin lips on the back of a burdened whine .   ❛ No, no, you don’t understand . ❜   She pauses, words weighted with a heavy sorrow .   ❛ I want to help you . I, I want to save you . I’m not a bad person, I ... ❜   Cold eyes latch unto his in a show of earned confusion, small hands stretching forward with a tentative twitch .                                                   ❛ Demons aren’t ... real . Are you feeling alright ? D-do you need to sit down ? ❜

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@unpious               A smile ghosts over the prismatic curve of white lips, adoration sitting heavy within her eyes .   ❛ A writer ? I could never do anything like that . Too much criticism . Too much stress . How do you deal with it ? ❜  

[rosecall0way]

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@persuadedparticipant                Cold eyes beg dichotomy to the adoration burning bright beneath them . Marie’s fixed . She wants to kiss this woman . To breathe her last breath and pull the life from between those fine lips .                                                    ❛ Oh, I’m sorry . I missed your name . ❜  

[fujoshi-guro-hime]

im the type of mess that will kiss you sweetly before breaking your kneecaps with a baseball bat. i’ll tell you you’re beautiful while pulling your teeth. 

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Mutuals, like for a SHORT starter !

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@whatwatson                ❛ I’m not good with questions . Could you -- repeat that, please ? ❜   She drawls, bated breath written clearly ‘cross cold lips .

[peternewkirk-deactivated2018040]

      What the man should have been feeling was uneasiness. She was being so nice to him, already offering exactly what he wanted. Yet, he barely knew her. Neither of the two knew each other’s names. Yet, this was NOT how Peter was feeling. Lust has taken over and shielded his eyes. He was blind to anything that was odd or scary. He instead felt FOOLISH LUCK. He heard the loud noise of applause for him after his performance onstage as a magician. And now, now this DROP-DEAD GORGEOUS bartender yearned for him. And soon, he hoped he’ll be hearing moaning from her craving lips. Thoughts of her voice calling out his name was an image he just could not get out of his head.  Trying to ignore these NASTY thoughts, he began to speak again. ❝ I believe you want someone, no…No, you need someone. I believe you may have just found that man you wanted. Am I right?❞ He answers, his lips instantly slipping into a smirk.

   Peter’s pale blue eyes gazed into the woman’s own. Although he had a FREE drink, he was becoming THIRSTY. But it was thirst for the bartender. The bartender who had not given a name. ❝ Even if I barely know you. I can say that your proclaims are correct, my dear. Doing all of this for me, you truly MUST be a nice lady. I’d absolutely love to come home with you.❞ He agreed. With that smirk, the hopeless gleam in his eyes, his stare. It was as if the Englishman had been hypnotized by the female. But if you were an attractive female, it did not take much to catch a hold of Peter Newkirk.

   ❝ Oh, wot is your name? I’m Peter, Peter Newkirk.❞

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                Depravity a tide, anxious nerves crash against cool skin, thoughts frothing at the forefront of her mind . She sees his body glued to hers in a show of earned ferocity . And she sees the quiet kill that follows . Poison . He looks like the kind of man who wants a drink after sex, and dexterous fingers will be easy to work at it .   ❛ Yes, I need you . ❜   Beneath me . Suffocating .   ❛ Your night’s already perfect, maybe this is more for me than it is for you . Maybe I’m already crazy about you . ❜   A beat . A lie . She’s selfless, and she’s going to save him . Protect him . Hide and lock him away inside of her .                 ❛ Let me treat myself . ❜   Bare lips rise with feral adoration, peeling back into a white smile . He’s quick to trust a pretty face ( one trait that bodes well  for the corrupt, ) and blinded by lust . She loves him already, and can’t watch as fine ivory is worn to a rough clot . She can’t watch as life grates him .                                                     ❛ Marie Dolt . Happy to meet you, Peter . ❜  

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     He had a grin that just won’t leave, and it seemed as if his night was getting better. Or, so that’s what Peter thought. ❝ I suppose you really know how to read people like books.❞ He commented.  ❝ You could say it’s been a good night, yes. But…It could be better, if you know wot I mean.❞ He told her, his eyebrows raised in a suggestive manner. He believed his gesture was smooth. But it would only be up to the female rather it was ‘suave’ or just ‘disgusting’. 

  Peter’s rugged hands EAGERLY took the glass, he raised it to his lips and took a large intake of the beverage. 

   ❝ On the house? Why that’s really KIND. Thank you, miss. Could the source of your generous mood be from a good night as well? Or–Is it wot I judged and that you’re always a nice lady?❞

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                A starved smile ghosts over white lips and Marie finds herself leaning into him . Strange eyes linger as she aches for a taste, a nibble, a lick of skin . Every blemish, every freckle savored and spiced to fit sharp tastes .   ❛ People are ... easier to read than books . ❜   Hunger spikes within her gut and bites at swollen sinew .   ❛ There’s no fine-print . Everything’s written on your face when you talk, so I know exactly what you want . Do you know what I want ? ❜                                                                                      Doubtful .                 Her head cants slightly, shallow gaze holding his in a show of earned lust .   ❛ I’d like to think I’m a nice person, but consider this an invitation to make your night a lot better . I get off work soon . Maybe I can take you home . My place . ❜