「ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴏᴜꜱʟʏ」

❋ —— roman kaʻanāʻanā. thrity-seven. warlock. leader of bricket wood. venēficus. (adj.) poisonous; sorcerous, magical.

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BAD MOON RISING → ROMAN & INIKO

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inikolaveau:

Iniko had certainty in her mind that meeting the enemy by herself, without an ally that could defend her if needed wasn’t the wisest choice, however she was bold enough to move on with the idea of doing so. The witch believed in her own powers and she knew that if Roman decided to do something against her will, if he decided to hurt her, she’d hurt him in return. Even worst than what he possibly had in mind. Iniko had never belittled her own self, and it wasn’t in this brief meeting with Roman that she would do so.

It was a good thing that the body Misha decided to take despised Bricket Wood just as much as she did. Despite the attempts of Iniko getting control of her body back during full moons were stronger than usual, the fact they had a common enemy made those moments around Roman easier. The hatred would run smoothly through her veins and it was a matter of focusing on what was more important than the fact Iniko was tired of feeling lost inside of her own body while Misha played the part of being Iniko. And once Iniko was finally there and she was able to noticed the familiar, and annoying, figure of Roman walking towards her. 

Her demeanor didn’t change, she could feel her anger boiling within herself while in her mind she could think about countless way of ending his life, before a mischievous smile appeared on her lips. “You were never one to plan things right, so I’m not surprise this was your idea of how to meet the enemy. But yes, this should be fun indeed.”

And you should be quiet while the adults speak, Iniko.

Misha thought, sharing those words with Iniko who was lost in there, somewhere, sinking deeper and deeper while fighting to get back to surface. “I hope you’ve liked it… the message. You can see such action as kindness… at least I’ve allowed her to come back to you alive. Next time, it could be a corpse. Perhaps from your little puppy… Charles?”

The smile that appeared on her lips was a smirk that reminded him of himself, and never had he understood just how aggravating it could be until just now. But he didn’t let his agitation show, towering figure still nonchalant as it leaned against the wood of the door frame. “I believe calling yourself an enemy of mine is a stretch, Iniko. Enemy implies a challenge.” A coy expression, similar to hers, found its way onto his features. It’d never occurred to him, and never would, just how powerful she might be-- and he wouldn’t believe it even if he’d witnessed it. His twisted mind always put himself first when it came to threat level, and his dismissal of other’s strengths would most likely be his biggest weakness.

With a effortless push-off, Roman stepped to the side to finally invite her in, the rain beginning to mix with the wind to create bullet-like pellets of water as they slammed against the walls of his office. It would seem the weather was mirroring the power the full moon gave to it’s witches; and the warlock found slight joy in the destruction this storm was bound to bring.

Had the Kaʻanāʻanā not been such a master of masking his emotions, Iniko’s last statement about Charles just might have wiped that smirk right off his face. Instead, he simply shook his head. “Oh, come now. Aren’t you above empty threats? Or would you like me to drop the name of someone on your side as well? Actually... wait... do you even have anyone who poses any danger on your side??”

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BAD MOON RISING → ROMAN & INIKO

@inikolaveau

She said she’s on the way, sir.

Roman didn’t respond... which was his own way of saying ‘thank you,’ before he placed the landline back on it’s dock. The office that sat on the far right side of Elysian Fields Burial Ground was honestly like a second home to him, and whether it was through hard work or pure intimidation, he’d spent years upon years working his way up until he was finally his own boss around here. Sure, this place was never as much of a passion for him as getting revenge-- but it was a source of income with memories he might not admit to being fond of. This was the place he’d gotten his first job; Dominic had pulled a couple strings when Roman turned fifteen. But that was a topic the warlock never intended on dwelling on as he shook off the thoughts of the man who basically raised him and focused instead on the dark clouds accumulating through the window.

Her petite, yet presence-demanding, silhouette shortly began forming in the distance as the male sighed to himself. “Here we go,” he mumbled quietly before pushing himself out of his office chair and towards the front door, swinging it open and standing there casually propped up against the doorframe as she finally reached the doorway. The wind outside howled behind her, pushing past and threatening to engulf the inside of the office as he kept silent; eyes trailing up and down her body as if to size her up.

“I see you finally are free to talk about your... message.” His low voice finally growled, body still not moving to invite her in. “On a full moon. In a cemetery. With a storm approaching.” A chuckle escaped his parted lips. “This should be fun.”

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❝ People change, but they don’t change. ❞

Roman’s eyebrows raised slightly, a little surprised to hear the cautionary words laced with knowledge that were given seemingly randomly. The deep sentiment, that he completely agreed with, was met with a nod after he let the words simmer for a moment and his features fell back into an emotionless expression. “Is there a particular reason you decided I needed to hear such a revelation?”

The core of someone; who they are buried beneath the layers of walls built around themselves– that never alters. People try to change themselves all the time, lying to themselves that they can be better… but Roman knew better than to try to convince himself of a facade. Growing up in the Valiente-Gardner’s homestead seemed to have changed him; warped him into someone twisted and dark. But that was always a part of him, and always would be. 

“People simply hide their intentions– bury their true desires deep within and pretend they don’t have them anymore.” The warlock finally clarified his agreement. “Question, though… is it me you believe to not have changed? Because I can easily confirm that suspicion without the use of cryptic words of wisdom.”

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❝ I’m glad he’s getting laid. I should be getting laid. ❞

An exhale that resembled a chuckle escaped him as his eyes shifted to fully examine the gorgeous witch beside him. “Is that a thing? To be happy about random people’s ability to get some action?” A brow was raised curiously as he quickly began to scan her face, trying to figure out why exactly she would mention the couple across the room with their tongues down each other’s throats; the two who seemingly couldn’t get enough of the other person and couldn’t wait to get a room.

“Well, look at you. If you really wanted to be getting ‘laid’ right now, you wouldn’t even have to try to get more than a few volunteers.” His words, though flattering and perhaps flirtatious, were given without him noticing just how complimentary he’d been. Granted, that was the same for half of the things he said to Maya– because had he truly thought about how many accolades, regardless of the fact that they were often earned, he’d given her, he’d be sick to his stomach. He hated to admit he wasn’t the best and that no one even came close… but having her on Bricket Wood’s side was worth a little passive admiration. Besides, Roman had an entire plate full of power-related concerns that kept his attention far from worrying about who was sleeping with whom, and he was not the type to praise a woman into seduction.

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mayadhaas:

Maya felt the weight of his gaze settle on her, the heat that radiated off of his large form as she stood closer than most would dare — but her gaze, it was fixated on the object before him. His power, amongst other things, fascinated her to no end. While her own could very much be felt, it was something that she could not be seen physically. The way the rock floated and how little he moved made her crave the destruction that could come forth with a simple flick of his finger. Dare she saw, it was beautiful. As much as it breathtaking to watch come together, nothing compared to how easily item splintered into a thousand shards. They would have embedded inside the two had he not just as easily gained control of each piece and sent them coursing deep into the ground. Her back straightened, and if he listened carefully, he could have heard a slight sigh of content that followed the act. 

Her gaze lifted then, though it held a spark of mischief and brightness that hadn’t been present before. “Is that a bad thing?” Her voice lowered a few octaves given their proximity, unable to lift her gaze from his solid form after he’d shown her the true strength that was hidden behind his already intimidating presence. 

It was why the shift of the air brought forth excitement for her rather than worry. She had been one of the lucky few who’d witnessed a fraction of the power and control that Roman held within each fingertip, and now she could witness the pure rage that was every fiber of his physical being. The narrow of his gaze, tense of his shoulder as he turned towards her — reminding her of a calm before the storm. Maya wanted to witness it, both the beauty and destruction as she had mere moments earlier. Arms folded across her chest as she stood firm, awaiting the low rumble of his voice and the mild growl that would probably follow. All of which satiated her desires, making it almost impossible not to gravitate towards him. 

“You know better than to ask me a stupid question such as that one.” Maya spoke slowly when he asked who she was to demand this sort of information from him. While her rebuttal was short and direct, it also prevented her from offering and equally stupid reply. His presence was felt by the sudden shudder that coursed up her spine, through she dared step closer until her chest brushed upon his and she was forced to tilt her head back to capture his menacing gaze. “Now, now, there’s no need to get up in arms, Roman. Though I,” she paused to bit her lower lip momentarily, “love to hear you mention how desired I am to be on your side, time is of the essence.” Her finger lifted towards the male’s torso, toying with the front of his shirt. “Some suggestions could be beneficial to you. And I so happen to have quite a few things in mind.” Though her grin curled into something darker than the norm, she finally lifted her gaze towards him. “Though, of course, there’s a price to everything. Maybe we can start with you repeating your previous words.” The brunette eyed his lips now, her stomach tensing as she awaited the words she hoped he would whisper — reminding her how much she was needed.

Maybe her interest in Bricket Wood had gone a little deeper than a simple obligation to her parents. The thought crossed his mind as she hovered close enough to breathe in; her attention solely focused on the destruction he could inflict in an instant. Even through the shadows, he picked up on the allure behind her gorgeous brown eyes. And he could see them-- together a force unable to be stopped as they reached for the throne of Moon Island-- and for once, he actually believed they might have a chance of succeeding. Because here and now, she wasn’t just someone he had to win over and someone he had to bite his tongue with; now she was someone who found the same thrill in ruination that he did.

The same thought continued replaying in his head as she didn’t wince at his change of tone or posture. Instead, she met his growls with crossed arms and a steadfast stance, no intimidation shown in the nine inch height difference. Roman’s teeth ground together in aggravation as she kept her entertained aura about her and answered his questions not out of fear, but in a way that only she was allowed to address him.

Sure, she wasn’t cowering or backing down at his tone that was bound to strike fear in the hearts of anyone else. But maybe that’s what he needed? A challenge? Annoyance pulled at him; irritation that his tyrannizing words were not given the appropriate response. Though, he somehow kept his anger from lashing out even further as he remained as close as he wanted and kept quiet as she spoke.

Roman remained silent, eyes glued to hers as she used her hands to lightly twist the shirt he wore. Seemingly unamused with her antics, though not fed up enough to let his opinion be heard, he simply nodded at her request. Had it been a different night, he just might have caved-- his mind thinking back to the putty in his hands that she was when he’d breathed words he never had to anyone else. But the power coursing through him had left him anything but vulnerable enough to utter such a confession.

So instead of succumbing to her desire, as he normally did in fear of losing an irreplaceable asset, he took another step closer and made the distance between them nearly nonexistent. “Say what you will,” his deep voice finally making an emergence once more, “but I saw the look in your eyes just then; I see the way you get off on the brilliant plans you create.” The warlock cocked his head slightly. “You belong here, Maya-- you belong with Bricket Wood, at my side... and whether or not you’ll admit you need me and the power I possess just as much as you believe I need you, maybe we could actually get somewhere. So how about we put an end to this cat and mouse game you seemingly enjoy?”

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❝ I hate both of you right now. ❞

Roman arched a single brow before casually bringing his second glass of whiskey to his lips. Perhaps it was their surroundings that made the now-youngest Valiente-Gardner spill her inner loathing; the brunette usually all about boring the warlock to death with naive optimism and positivity. He’d, rather uncharacteristically, kept somewhat to himself as he sat at the bar with the twin only a few stools down from him. Normally, he’d jump at the opportunity to harass the woman... her ignorant bliss and arguments bringing him a source of humor. But it’d been a long day and she was already somewhat intoxicated when he’d arrived, and what fun was it to intimidate a person who might not remember your conversation the next day?

So this made her blurted out sentence not only unexpected, but also slightly amusing. “I wasn’t aware ‘hate’ was in your vocabulary.” He answered simply, still not making eye contact. “But a little hatred is good for you-- gives me hope that maybe you’re not as much of a defenseless doe-eyed deer as I’d grown to believe you to be.” Roman took another large sip of his drink, finishing it off as he placed it down a tad harsher than need be on the bar and finally turned to face her. “And besides, it’s only fair, right? I’ve hated you for longer than I can remember.”

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;; Grey’s Anatomy Starters

❝ Why do you think I want to keep an eye on you? ❞

❝ Can you keep a secret? ❞

❝ Oh, my God. I’m gonna die. ❞

❝ He has no pulse! ❞

❝ What’s the point? What’s the point of anything?

❝ You’re a complete tool sometimes. ❞

❝ I’m not an ugly duckling anymore. I’m a swan. ❞

❝ I’m glad he’s getting laid. I should be getting laid. ❞

❝ Our lives are built on our mistakes as much as our successes. ❞

❝ It seems like you came home because you thought you were in trouble. ❞

❝ I came back, but I’m not home. And I’d really like to be home. ❞

❝ It’s okay. You go. We’ll be fine. ❞

❝ You had sex. How was it? ❞

❝ When did you become such a kiss ass? ❞

❝ I still got it. My superpowers are intact. ❞

❝ We should have never gotten married in the first place. ❞

❝ Don’t be sorry, be better! ❞

❝ I’ll give you ten bucks to stab me in the face right now. ❞

❝ That poor handsome fool. ❞

❝ You will never, ever find another friend as good as me. ❞

❝ The world keeps going without you. ❞

❝ Somethings are simply out of your control. You can’t change them, you can’t bend them to your will. ❞

❝ People change, but they don’t change. ❞

❝ I lost my shoe! ❞

❝ Don’t give me some nonsense about how absence makes the heart grow fonder. ❞

❝ I don’t understand how this keeps happening! ❞

❝ You’re right, I’m fleeing. Like Bambi from a forest fire. ❞

❝ I’m sorry this happened to you and I’m sorry it made you hate me. ❞

❝ Glad you’re back. ❞

❝ Can two people really be meant to be? ❞

❝ I’m not a spoon. I’m a knife and I’m going to stab you in the eyeball. ❞

❝ Sometimes we have to get lost. To find each other. ❞

❝ Why do you keep calling me princess? ❞

❝ I am laughing, just not externally. ❞

❝ Check yourself before you wreck yourself. ❞

❝ I think I’m falling in love with […], and I’m really afraid it’s going to destroy me. ❞

❝ You need to expand your horizons. ❞

❝ When we’re done here, can you braid my hair? ❞

❝ If you ever cheat on me, I will kill you. ❞

❝ You want to be a mess, be a mess. I don’t care. I can take it. ❞

❝ She was perky, and she sounded happy and tall with a lot of great hair. ❞

❝ I just got here, I haven’t had a chance to screw anything up yet. ❞

❝ I’m going to miss you. ❞

❝ It’s the past, and you don’t have to defend it. ❞

❝ I hate both of you right now. ❞

❝ You’re making a mistake–a big one. ❞

❝ I was staring at Simba. ❞

❝ You gave me syphilis! ❞

❝ This is why I keep you around. ❞

❝ So, that’s what rock bottom looks like? ❞

❝ I’m asking for a job, not a date to the prom! ❞

❝ He’s an attractive guy. Good bone structure, hypnotizing eyes. ❞

❝ Carpe Diem. How annoying is carpe diem? ❞

❝ I think I like this rules thing. ❞

❝ You must be the woman whose been screwing my husband. ❞

❝ You’re my person. ❞

❝ I don’t want to never see you again. ❞

❝ I’m short so my punches land low. ❞

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leonvg:

Leon narrowed his eyes. What was Roman talking about? He didn’t know him… he didn’t know the darkness Leon fought so hard against, fought so hard to keep it down. This wasn’t it–the dark side of the more sensitive side of the Valiente-Gardner children. This was pure hatred being spilled at the man who had deliberately and so carelessly murdered a young boy. Leon was fuming. His chest rising and falling, his heartbeat making his ears feel like they were drums themselves, the blood in his veins boiling with each word spoken by Roman. It was hard to stay focus–he could feel his control slowly slipping through his fingers.

A scoff escaped his lips as he rolled his eyes. He really was too full of himself, Roman, wasn’t he? “You think yourself so special, don’t you?” Leon tilted his head to the side. “If there is really a war, yours will be the only grave I’ll be standing on, Roman. I promise you.”

“You won’t touch any other member of my family.” Leon closed his fists. All that disdain coming from Roman, the anger that was always present in the older warlock’s soul (did he even have one?) was getting to Leon. “You get anywhere near any of them and you’ll be the first to die, do you hear me?” His voice was ringing in his ear, as if Leon wasn’t the one saying them. All that anger…He then averted his eyes to a group of people not too far from them, feeling the anger dissipate a little as he shared those emotions with those six, maybe seven people nearby and before he knew, they were all coming towards them, charging towards Roman.

“I’d like to think so.” His response was offered with a smug smirk. Anyone right of mind wouldn’t have found such enjoyment in this scenario... but Roman’s ill-will had left him ill far too long ago. A laugh that wasn’t held back was his next reaction. “Oh, Leon. Soon you’ll see this really is a war and though death is inevitable... I’m sure you’re little family won’t be around and won’t have been for quite a while when it comes time to lay me in a grave.”

Roman’s eyes shifted to the side, gaze scanning the sparse crowd behind the pair as the anger exuding from the twin began forming in their expressions; his attention trying to find something at least slightly entertaining as the threat passing through his ears was empty as any other words ever spoken by a Valiente-Gardner and the older warlock did his best to hold back a yawn. “Your words all sound the same... perhaps one of these days you’ll actually act on them.”

And then, as if on cue, the mortals he’d made note of just moments before began to charge him; Leon’s loathing behind each of their eyes. No fear filled Roman, though, as he instead let his gaze travel back to the empath with an expression that could have been perceived as slightly impressed. “Oooh, it seems new contesters have entered the ring-- though you really should fight your own battles, young man.” The words were quickly thrown out as he braced himself for a fight; using his fists as opposed to his magic... that way it’d at least be a little fun.

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                i will be as FAIR to the world                                      as it was to ME.

               ——NOT AT ALL.

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inikolaveau:

It was inevitable, the anger would rise within herself while she’d stare at Roman. He was a copy of James Gardner, ruthless, unable to understand that by abusing of his power and making the wrong moves, such as taking Spencer’s life, would just prove that he was far from being the right choice of a leader. And he’d soon meet the same end James met,:death. That tought by itself was enough to make her smile, to make her focus on something else instead of attacking him.

“Isn’t it great? That you think you could even reach me with your words. You’re a joke, Roman. Thank you for making me laugh. And if you’d like to know, my plans are going exactly like I wanted them to, besides I think that the lack of knowledge about me and my coven worries you. And, no… I have a clean schedule today, which means I can annoy for a long… long… long time.” With a wink she gave a few steps back, crossing her arms in front of her chest while she kept her gaze on him, with a smirk still resting on her lips.

“I’m not saying you aren’t strong, I just know you’re not wise.” Iniko would probably leave, the real Iniko. But not Misha, she enjoyed playing with other’s mind and if Roman decided to have a fight, she’d be ready to use Iniko’s powers to attack and defend herself. “That would be interesting but I don’t want to. I just want to stay around, study your actions, see how you behave around me. But if you do attack, you’ll suffer some consequences and I’m not the kind of witch you’d like to mess with. You know the Laveau ones. You should, at least.”

“Go ahead and play tough, I see right through it, sweets.” Roman all but purred back, a smirk that mirrored hers gracing his lips. If he’d truly viewed her as a threat-- though he didn’t view anyone as a threat-- he would have been wise to let it be and walk away. Not that walking away had ever been his style or forte... and besides, she’d been the one to initiate this, and he’d be damned if he was the one to leave.

“Though it’s ironic-- to claim my words don’t phase you so you throw some words back at me in response? Are they meant to hurt my feelings?” A dry chuckle vibrated within his throat. “If the only weapon you have in your arsenal is that annoyance of yours... your little coven won’t get very far. And as far as my lack of interest in Adrasteia, I only concern myself with those that pose even a slight challenge. But you can continue to believe I secretly fear you if you’d like... it only shows who the true fool here really is.”

A full-blown laugh escaped him next, echoing past the trees of the otherwise silent forest. “Believe what you’d prefer to believe, Iniko, it’ll just make this all the more satisfying when you’re robbed of the power of Moon Island by my hands.” He arched a brow, hand at his side gesturing to drop and shatter the orb of earth he’d kept at his side. “Don’t want to, or unable to? Perhaps you’re slightly wiser than I thought you to be; taking me head on would be a costly mistake. But go ahead and study away,” he extended his arms outward-- the full size of his large stature towering over hers even from a few feet away. “I’m an open book. Though preparing for a fight and actually being able to win one are two very different things.”

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mayadhaas:

“I could have swore you knew better than to expect such kindness from me.” Not that Maya had kindness within her, but it was more that she rarely went out of her way to waste that kind of energy. If anyone should be owed gratitude it was she. Though, she was not foolish enough to believe that he would ever be so forthcoming.

Her lips parted once more in order to begin the discussion she’d come all this way for, but words coiled around her tongue when rocks lifted in the air and collided together to become one. Magic had always been something that inspired her, and without intention, she hovered closer to the large male in order to watch the dance he manipulated with the smallest of efforts. They were close enough that she could feel the heat radiate off of him, vibrating with desire to toy with the own spark of magic within her. “Tear it apart,” she whispered. There was something to be said about someone who could destroy with a mere flick of his finger — and she believed Roman was said person. 

“You should be honoured.” Maya spoke up with a lift of her lips when he returned the attention on her, adjusting her stance to ensure she wasn’t as close to him as she previously had been. “It’s like you’ve been reading my mind, Roman.” His name tasted bitter upon her tongue, but there was something satisfactory about the way it curled around her tongue. Her head tilted back to capture his gaze, arms folded above her chest. 

“I’m slightly disappointed in a variety of things,” she began with a click upon her tongue, tucking a strand behind her ear. “The first being the length of this war. As I know better than anyone the complications that can arise, I never would have imagined you as one to let those stand in the way of your goal.” Her gaze flicked down as she stepped close slightly, her hazel hues travelling down his form. “Should we be worried about certain unexpected second thoughts or worries?” While she didn’t go out and mention the valiente-gardners, she wondered why no attack hadn’t been prepared. Tactical work needed to be done, she knew, especially with her time in the FBI but she’d never intended him to be the sort to sit and plan. He was a man of action — foolish as it was, it was his mistake to make. 

“Perhaps, I’m thinking too much. Though a little assurance and encouragement wouldn’t hurt.” Now she grinned, returning her gaze to meet him. It was time to know the cards Roman was willing to play and how valuable he believed her power was to him. 

Tear it apart. Honestly those three words were the way to his heart-- his gaze moving to the side to scan Maya’s face inches from his own. She watched the ball intently, expression filled with awe and a child-like enthrallment. He was sure this was different for her; to see physical powers when she’d grown up around abstract... and even surrounded herself with like-abled witches in her adulthood. But he’d gladly succumb to her demand, eyes remaining glued onto her as his wrist jerked sideways, as if turning a door knob extremely quickly. And like before, the orb burst into shards-- though he allowed the fragments of earth to dance momentarily as they remained suspended in air. And as a smirk he couldn’t deny even if he’d wanted to crept onto his lips, he gestured his index finger downwards and the splinters flew down like knives, impaling the ground.

A single brow arched as she stepped away and began the conversation she’d planned on-- the conversation he was apparently ‘honored’ to have. “Maybe you’re rubbing off on me.” Though he’d said the words with a slight playfulness to it, he wasn’t opposed to idea of sharing apart of her brilliant mind... not that he believed himself dumb. 

Her next statements left him with a multitude of reactions; his eyes narrowing as he bit his tongue for the time being. Part of him felt some sort of relief-- the way she spoke of the length of this war led him to believe that she was, at least partially, invested. He guessed all the time he’d spent allowing her far more freedom with her words and actions than he allowed anyone else had paid off as she planned on aiding him in this win. But at the same time, his already heightened anger began to flare inside of him. Was she insinuating he was incompetence? Doubting who he was as a leader and his ability to follow through?

“Who are you to question me?” His voice low, rumbling through the cool night air as he slowly began to stand. “This may just be a game to you... but this is everything I’ve ever worked for.” The tall frame of the warlock closed even more distance between them, his shadow engulfing her in darkness as any cheekiness in his tone or aura faded. “I would suggest you don’t overestimate your hold over me, Ms. de Haas. Everyone who stands in my way will face a wrath worse than they would imagine Hell to feel like, I can promise you that. Now, obviously, I would like you to be at my side,” his features softened slightly, though she probably would have been unable to notice through the shadows, “but I will not have my intentions challenged. Is that clear?”

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      there might be a hell         w a i t i n g        for me LATER——

       but there is a hell        c o m i n g           for you NOW.

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▬ AESTHETIC ↳ Roman Kaʻanāʻanā ft. Maya de Haas (@mayadhaas​) [1/?]

on days like THIS                            kids like YOU--

                                                                                   ѕʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ.

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aprophetiae:

To say that the last few days had been exhausting would be an understatement. The combination of her vision–which would have taken her at least a day to sleep off under normal circumstances–and fighting it off–which by no means made her recovery any easier–left her all but beside herself with fatigue. Bags under her eyes, hands a little shaky, it was a miracle she’d managed to make it to the bonefire at all. 

As it was, she knew better than to exert when she was weak. It only made the healing process longer, and given that this was the first that she’d ever been powerful enough to overthrow, Krystal wasn’t going to push her luck. While others partied and laughed, enjoying the festivities, the young witch sat on the sidelines, drinking a cider and lemonade mix she’d thrown together and hoping that tomorrow she wouldn’t feel quite so dead. 

Sensing someone near her, she looked up, wiping at the corner of her lip where a bit of her drink had splashed. “Oh. Hi.” 

Roman thoughtlessly found his gaze settling on the part of the beach where he’d found himself last; though it was an emotion far from guilt that tugged within him as his mind replayed the scene. The people who’d ended up dead were nothing more that pawns in a game, and if he felt no remorse about taking the life of a kid who was supposed to be like a younger sibling to him... why would he care for the life of useless mortals? He instead felt a growing sense of pride at the way Leon was growing; the path of darkness he’d started down.

Various jumbled laughs of the crowd around the bonfire snapped him out of his thoughts, though, as he rolled his eyes in annoyance. How pitiful, to find such meaningless joy when the town was going to hell. It was then that he caught a peripheral glance of a certain empath that almost seemed to be hiding in the shadows.

The distress within her was made evident by her exhausted features-- and Roman couldn’t resist the urge to find out why. “Krystal.” He cleared his throat in greeting after he moved closer. “It doesn’t look like you’re enjoying yourself... is something wrong?” The warlock spoke before completely thinking through his statement-- it almost sounded like he actually cared. “Is it something I need to concern myself with?” Ah, there he was; the man who only worried about himself.

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mayadhaas:

Maya didn’t have to hear the rumble of his voice to feel the annoyance roll off of him. It made the air thick, palpable — bringing forth a shiver. One she would deny and blame on the chilly night rather than the rumble of his chest. “Should I thank you?” Maya hummed carefully while she stepped forward. There was no illusion about his power and status, the mere example of such could be seen by the way Charles trailed after him. 

Had it not been due to that power and the already threatening atmosphere these forest held, Maya would have snipped back sarcastically. “I would have to assume that it’s not the right time to begin a conversation.” No answer was needed, nor did she make a show of stepping back. They would both have to make due because she had no intention of leaving. “Shall we sit?” Her index lifted towards a fallen trunk. 

“Such an action wouldn’t be frowned upon.” Roman quickly retorted, the anger in his voice subsiding slightly for a brief moment as she remained still; expectant of an invitation closer. So in typical Roman fashion, his eyes went back to the ground... his lack of words-- lack of growling for her to leave-- an answer that she could stay. 

The warlock’s hands began continuing the earlier gestures as the shards of rock slowly rose and rotated together to reform the ball of earth. There was a beauty to it as it spun illuminated by the moon; like a jigsaw puzzle magically being put together suspended in air. Of course, he didn’t see the appeal in watching it become whole again... no... he found wonder in the multiple ways he could shatter it once more. But that was just how his mind worked; the destructive Roman Kaʻanāʻanā.

“So there must be something specific on your mind,” he began after a moment of silence, “rare is the presence of Maya de Haas at one’s own house.” Roman finally turned to fully face her, eyes narrowing as they settled on hers. “Something tells me it wasn’t just for a simple little chat... but I’m sure you’ve come to the conclusion that now’s not the time to be the bearer of bad news...”

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inikolaveau:

Staying in Boston meant Iniko would be missing everything that could possibly happen in Moon Island while the full moon would take place in town. And throughout those days she felt it, the power emenating from her being and it felt so good, it made her feel so alive that, within that body Misha ignored every single moment of struggle she had to face due to the real Iniko trying to regain their control over their own body. It’s pathetic to say the least. I’m the real leader, Iniko. It’s pointless to try to fight it. Adrasteia needs me and so do you. 

Deaths. Supernatural beings losing control over themselves due to the moon while Iniko was trying her best to keep the coven safe, after all, she needed them to take down both Eirene and Bricket wood and reign by herself. She could not fail… not this time. Especially now that Castalia was dead and no longer in the pedestal her family and coven placed her. It was time for Adrasteia to show how powerful they could be.

And she walked through the woods, knowing this was just one more full moon night, to have the chance of using her powers, of tasting all of the magic Iniko owned until she noticed she had company. Look at it, Iniko. Seems like we’re about to have fun. Misha shared that thought with Iniko’s soul still trapped inside her body before her words would be uttered at the man clearly annoyed by her presence.

“Roman, and here I thought you would be rotting by now. Eirene is a disappointment, isn’t it?“ And while she distasted the peaceful coven, it was even worst with Bricket Wood and there, right in front of Iniko, was their leader. Just like the previous one, a failure of a man. “And that’s a vague question, I could give you a list of my desires. Taking you down being one of my prior ones. Are you here to make it come true?” 

“Iniko.” Her name tasted like an agitation as it rolled off his tongue. The Valiente-Gardners were where his true quarrel lied, but then there was this petite woman who wanted to claim what he’d already decided was his. He spun to his feet, keeping the ball of earth, a formidable weapon if need be, suspended at his side. “I’m equally disappointed in that coven of yours....” he cocked his head slightly. “I see you’ve made your way back from Boston to what exactly? Continue to hide in the shadows and ride on the backs of others’ accomplishments in hopes of just landing in a position of power?” He groaned and exhaled a deep sigh. “Don’t you have someone else to go annoy?”

Her threat brought a genuine laugh to his lips... was she serious? The warlock was aware of the power her bloodline held-- but she was sadly mistaken if she believed that power strong enough to extinguish him. “So... what? The moon gives you a little boost in your magic and now it’s time to take me on?” Another laugh, this one low and rumbly in his throat, was offered as a devilish smirk spread on his lips. “Have you also forgotten that I’m stronger, as well? Though even if I wasn’t, you still wouldn’t be much of a challenge. But go on, this’ll be fun.”

“I’d like to see you try, Iniko.” And just like that, his mood was increased. After all, having someone to argue or fight with made him thrive.