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enzo can now be found over on @theyburied. <3

#moving some drafts over so small reminder :)

enzo can now be found over on @theyburied. <3

#this is subject to change but for now he's on the multi!#if we have ongoing plots / chats here you can reach me there if you'd like!#or over on discord. whichever. :)

diesalot , bonnie bennett

maybe she's too strong a witch for her own good. enzo st. john – standing there, towering over her as she, with her head tilted and smile so genuinely flashing up at him, remains in the way despite inviting him in. ( she must have willed him to be there and he’s unknowing of this. it’s the only thing that makes sense. ) he appears much unlike he had at the salvatore boarding house, as though he’s full of life once more. or at least getting there. ( and it calms the guilt she feels within just enough to act as naturally as possible as she can with him. )

❝ actually, ❞ a step is taken back and allows for the space needed to for him to enter. ❝ if you must know, the only plans i had were to go find you. ❞ direct, to the point. she steadies her breathing and shuts the door behind him before turning – and as she faces him once more, her head tilts and green eyes lock on his. ❝ i didn’t like how things were left between us, enzo. i wanted to check up on you. – and now you’re here. ❞

as she stares up at him, she can see why she was attracted to him on the outer level. attractive physically. alluring accent. ( and something tells her that at some point in time, that very accent would get under her skin. – the very thought causing a hint of a smirk forming at the corner of her mouth. ) and if she didn’t know better, that good taste clothing came with a helping hand of something she picked out for him.

❝ what are you doing here, anyway? i was pretty convinced you wouldn’t want anything to do with me, not after. . . ❞ the elephant in the room: irreversible magic by her own hand that screwed them both out of something good. it’s an unfortunate situation she’s placed them in. but it must mean something that he’s here and out there avoiding here. . . right?

❝ well, since you are here – do you like coffee? ❞ a genuine question. one, she may have already known the answer to. after all, one does not simply spend over three years in a relationship with someone and not know the basics such as that. ❝ maybe we could go to one of the local diners and get something to drink? and eat. . . i was in a bit of a hurry and kinda forgot about breakfast. ❞

suddenly, she’s on overdrive – hardly giving any room for him to respond. ( or reject her proposition. ) she steps forward, leaving a foot of space between them as her head tilts back once more, eyes wide and semi-pleading as she murmurs. ❝ the thing is, i hate what i did. there’s this gap in my memories and i wish i could remember. but instead, all i have are lies my friends fed me to protect me – and that’s not what i want to hold onto. ❞ she feels selfish. selfish for erasing him. seflish for coming to him now like this. but feelings of selfishness isn’t enough to keep her from her request. ❝ i probably don’t even have the right to ask. . . but i want to know you, enzo. i want to learn about the three happiest years of my life. ❞

he vowed it to himself just three nights ago, that his hope wouldn’t waver. she voluntarily chose to erase him from her, from memory and heart, he was virtually no one to her and merely the lovelorn vampire she’d been filled in on by others. granted, she didn’t do so without reason, he’d died, heart torn out and body flung into a casket for nearly one years time. could he blame her for choosing herself this time ? for choosing tranquility over anguish, for choosing to lose sight of someone after losing so much in her still short-lived life ? he hadn’t had a great deal of time to absorb it all, but he had enough to understand her verdict. if he’d lost her in the same manner she lost him, snatched by the unforgiving clutches of death, he would’ve simply chosen to go along with her. she’s the reason his faith’s restored, she’s the reason he had the slightest shot at what resembled family, and albeit unfailingly treading the path guided by his own moral code, she still makes him want to be better. she makes him want to long for more.

seeing her this way, buzzing about with restless energy, unknowing of how to innately fall into step with him the way she once did, the way he remembers her, is both afflictive and endearing. they went from barely trusting one another, to confiding in each other, to loving each other. enzo’s never needed anyone or anything to survive ( apart from the obvious blood ), that one fact he’s most certain of, but that never signified that he desired to live without her by his side after knowing how it was with her.

what are you doing here anyway ?

it’s one of the pledges he made her, to always find his way back to her and to never, under any circumstance, abandon hope. but things are unalike now, his heart feels exposed, open, and on full display, ready to fracture for her once and for all. but, he knew she wouldn’t deliberately hurt him or use his love against her, recollections or not. ❛ i was in the area. ❜ he counters smoothly, hands slipping into pockets as booted feet shift around her. all at once his movements are mirroring her stimulated words, he doesn’t know where to stand, doesn’t know where to go. when typically arms would reach for her, snake around her waist and hold her to him in habitual greeting, now his arms must remain obediently to himself. evidently, he isn’t fooling a soul, he isn’t merely there because he was in the area. enzo’s there because he couldn’t bear another minute without her.

her litany of queries will the corners of his lips to tug upwards, russet hues regarding her a little too closely, a little too warmly. ❛ sure. ❜ a nod in assent, he awaits for her to gather her things. but something halts him, for he dreads the thought of heading into public before a proper chat could be had. especially following their last meeting. if any of the others spotted them they would simply pity him for trailing the woman who holds the power to detonate him with words alone. to be clear, being pitied isn’t what enzo cares for, what he cares for is their conversation being attended by others. what he cares about is not having such a discussion ( something that’ll surely surpass challenging for him ) in a place where they both feel relaxed. this home smells or her and her alone, laced with undertones of lavender and herbs and despite their current state of affairs, it helps him feel at ease. urges him to a place of comfort. intuitively, a hand extracts from his pocket, reaching forth and curling around bonnie’s wrist. he isn’t sure how long he held her arm, all he knows is that no part of him desired to release her.

and yet, he had no choice but to do just that. there is no alternative but to flex his fingers and return her arm, a dark gaze searching her own once professions tumble past her lips. he knew they were to talk, knew there were things to discuss, but what he didn’t foresee is her tenacity to know all that she’s come to forget. what he didn’t anticipate was he having to, little by little, recount the three years they spent mantled in love. ❛ now if we’re to do that, love, ❜ he begins soberly, gaze unwavering from her own. he takes a breath before proceeding, a noteworthy, signature smirk materializing along the slope of his lips. ❛ you may not like everything you hear. i can tell you everything you want to know, things you deserve to know, but i assure you it won’t all be easy to digest. ❜

he drops his gaze a fleeting moment before eyes flicker up to the kitchen just past @diesalot‘s shoulder, arms already moving to shrug off the leather still sheathing his frame. ❛ tell you what, we stay here and i cook you breakfast, then i’ll begin telling all you desire to know. what do you say ? ❜

#PRIVATE VERSE ( .... DIESALOT ) IN HIS MEMORY THEY REMAIN.#THREADS. ENZO ST. JOHN.#diesalot #well what do we have here.#death tw

petrovaed , katherine pierce

❛ do you know that you are incredibly cocky for a baby vampire? ❜

@etpraelia liked for a one - liner.

❛ tell me, darling, ❜ it’s as if his body is simply drawn to @petrovaed, a fluid step forth and he’s toe to toe, fingertips meeting her hairline with a tender graze. ask him if he’d ever expect to fall for another vampire, a vampire who once sat alongside him in the dank quarters of a holding cell keeping him positively sane — enzo would’ve very much contested to such a probability. yet here they remain, what is left of tormented souls seeking deliverance, seeking rapture. with one another. ❛ is that not why you fell for me ? ❜

#PRIVATE VERSE ( .... PETROVAED ) HER HAND BENEATH CELL BARS.#THREADS. ENZO ST. JOHN.#petrovaed

desafia , magnolia castillo

@etpraelia || liked for a surprise

“ hurt, ” word comes out forcefully, quickly. she needs to explain why there is an unconscious individual at her feet. a gesture towards them “ want to hurt you. ” before thoughts could come to fruition she’d intervened. prevented, rather. it doesn’t take much for silly little brains to get overwhelmed with everything she can put inside them. and then a good knock to the head certainly helps matters. gaze fixes back up at enzo and her shoulders rise in a small shrug. like it was an obvious choice.

it is uncommon, remarkably expeditious the way bulged veins regress to an imperceptible state beneath eclipsed eyes, the way fangs promptly sink back into his gums. the threat’s no longer a cause for concern, the threat now lies in a crumpled heap at his feet, their feet, no thanks to him. terms are being spoken to him, and it takes more than several seconds for him to attend to them, let alone apprehend them. someone desired to maim him, perhaps eliminate him altogether — and so she charged at them. the prick’s out cold at their feet, and enzo’s incapable of inhibiting the low chuckle that drags up his throat. ❛ it appears so. ❜ he agrees cooly. a corner of his mouth is still raised in an affable smirk, toe of his boot harshly prodding the mans upper arm until he’s rolled onto his back. a hunter. ❛ — but i don’t think i was the one he was after. ❜ musings roll off of his tongue as a dark gaze meets hers, a glimmer of recognition and wonder reaching his eyes. ❛ i suppose i should be thanking you. i’m enzo, and creatures that go bump in the night are apparently the least of your troubles since you’re still here. ❜

#VERSE. TO BE DECIDED.#THREADS. ENZO ST. JOHN.#desafia #rolling in months later don't look at me 😭

shinelite , annie january

the vought hosted party was the event of the year. anyone who was anyone would be there. annie put on a smile, dressed the part in her least favorite suit. all because her life and her role in the seven depended on it. what she wasn’t prepared for was the cages. he appeared human like them all, but the cage was for everyone else’s entertainment. he was like some prized pet to be oggled by everyone who stepped up. it sickened her to her core. which is why she started the fire.

it was enough to get everyone running out of the building. enough for starlight to make an appearance and flash a blinding light to ruin the cameras, run up to the cage and break the bars. she might not be able to fly and she might not have super speed. but she did everything in her power to save this one – her shoulder tucked under his arm as she quickly dragged him along with her.

somehow she made it to her apartment unseen, where she nudged him to the couch. moments later annie stands a short distance away, watching him attentively. he was caged for a reason. she knows this. not just because he was the entertainment for the night but for something more. ❝ we didn’t exactly have the time for introductions back there. . . i’m annie. i’m not going to hurt you. i just want to help. ❞ @etpraelia , ♡ !

upon being led inside, it was brisk the way he’d taken in the entirety of her apartment with one sweep of his gaze, stomach churning ever since the emergence of guests at vought’s annual event. each party, each year, perpetually the same : corporate teams, corrupt “ heroes ”, a few plus one’s, all present with enzo st. john as the main source of entertainment — star of the show and most intriguing creature all in one. on a typical day in captivity, his thirst for blood would be as managed as could be. his body’s conditioned and grown accustomed to droplets of blood, enough to keep him from fully desiccating in a cell of iron bars. but, he’s slammed by a surplus of scents at those damned parties, all at once, and he remembers what it’s like to truly starve. he felt it then, just as he feels it now.

he’s nudged onto a comfortable enough couch by his rescuer, hunger torturously stabbing at his gut, grating and shredding at the walls of his throat. he feels aflame from the inside out, skin scorching. but one thing enzo’s come to learn with innumerable years of torture and captivity is control, and he wasn’t just about to bite the hand that fed him . . . . or saved him in this case. ❛ if i thought you were to hurt me, annie, high chance you would’ve done so before breaking me out of vought. ❜

he takes her in at last, golden hair and brilliant dark eyes. there’s palpable strength in her shoulders, but what’s most apparent is the vigor in character. it radiates from her, as if it were an ability she possesses. however, that doesn’t clarify why she saved him. why risk her life, why venture to be on vought’s radar, why jeopardize being seen saving him. he had nothing, he had no one, what has made his life worthwhile ? albeit every muscle in his body appears coiled taut beneath ivory flesh, shoulders are what ease, they slump slightly and his back meets the posterior of the couch. soft, what a distinction this is from damp cement. ❛ lorenzo. ❜ he greets in return, a slight, and weary smile forming across his lips. ❛ but my friends call me enzo. ❜ too bad any and all friends have probably long croaked by now.

#PRIVATE VERSE ( .... SHINELITE ) SAVE HIM FROM THE FLAMES.#THREADS. ENZO ST. JOHN.#shinelite #captivity tw #anyway i'd die for them.

shinelite.

❝ i’m going to rip their fucking head off. ❞

hunger gnaws at his gut, this time his cravings do not beseech blood, this time they plead for murder. ❝ i’ll wager he’s sorely unprepared given the lack of audience. ❞ fangs protrude from his gums with menacing leisure, vengeance raging within, and homelander’s their lucky target. ❝ where do you want me, darling ? your move. ❞

#private verse : shinelite. she saved him when no one else would.#verse : the boys. vought captured.#writing. enzo st. john.#shinelite #promise i'm done now andjk;skjdn

myrlin·.

✧ ˚ · . ✦ › @etpraelia· ›「 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 」

❛ Surprisingly, I don’t think I’ve met many of your kind. ❜

❝ lucky for you, mate, ❞ devilry plays along the corners of his lips, haughty smirk unchecked. ❝ they’re not all as fun. ❞

#verse : main. survivalist vampire.#writing. enzo st. john.#myrlin #-rolls in twenty years later-

❝ we spoke of ruination. ❞ he turns to face her, dark gaze piercing through the stillness of the drawing room as his shoulder lightly leans against a windowpane. ❝ do you recall ? you once asked me if i’d risk ruination for you, but i’d admitted having been long ruined before you. ❞ as he ruminates on moments of the past, he drowns out the steady beat of her pulse, alternatively settling on the sheets of rain hammering against the glass alongside. he extends an arm however, hand raised and beckoning her forth for despite the sadistic cravings of vampirism, his feelings go unchanged. he’ll love her, no matter what he’s become. ❝ if they were to unearth what i am. . . . the ton, if they knew of what i’ve become, you’d be ruined, darling. are you prepared for such a possibility ? ❞

@shekindness , ella tremaine. ♡’d.

#verse : bridgerton. a viscount or a lovelorn rake.#writing. enzo st. john.#shekindness #when she was worried about his reputation having married her #and now he's worried about hers because he was turned...... i love ur honor

it’s been weeks since the night she hadn’t run. the night her hand had slipped into his and taken him with her. truth be told, enzo had been equipped to pounce, to shove his wrist into a man’s throat and sink his teeth into a bounding jugular. surely it wasn’t to drain him dry, but to teach him a damned lesson not to stare. the way magnolia’s eyes had fluttered up to regard his that night had stayed with him, the sight wading behind his eyes, loitering, no — igniting — the grimmest parts of him even now as he sits with his boots kicked up on the coffee table before them. there’s a tug at the corner of his lips, an involuntary reaction to the absurdity stewing within his mind. they’ve sat in silence for a number of hours, their shared stillness agreeable, appeasing, her presence even more so until he’s struck with an all too curious urge. ❝ —you trust me, love ? ❞

@caestillo , magnolia castillo. ♡’d.

#verse. to be decided.#writing. enzo st. john.#caestillo #you said yes to soft so just wait until you see why he's asking her this #kjsns;skskd

──── NODAMNSEL·.

if her father knew where she was at this time of night and who she was with, she would never hear the end of it or see the light of day again. ( but lorenzo is risk worth taking. ) she lives for these moments alone, stolen nights where her head can rest upon his shoulder and the stars shine overhead. there’s a certain peace she feels with him. – and she feels like she can be herself.

as she rests against him, eyes close for a brief moment and she relishes in the sound of his voice, the gentleness of how he holds her to him. but his words begin to sink in, leaving her unsettled by what he’s insinuating. for a moment, she remains still. a life in which she leaves this town, leaves him behind? unfathomable.

❝ why would you even think that? ❞ words are spoken barely above a whisper and bonnie removes her head from his shoulder and sits upright as she faces him. eyes begin to search his and a hand comes to rest over his own. ❝ i won’t leave you. – if the day comes i’m to leave this town behind, then you'll come with me. ❞ nevermind the fact that her father disapproves or if they’ll be the talk of the town. ❝ the only thing meant for me is a life with you, lorenzo. ❞

i won’t leave you. a deceiver’s tongue was what he’d have if he didn’t admit to desiring nothing more than to believe her. lorenzo wanted to hang onto every last word, cling onto each and every syllable as if they’d sustain his riotous heart beating. however, he knows her father’s type, knows the kind of man he is, the kind of man that he’d want for his only daughter. the kind of man he would never approve of. lorenzo is a man that would never be acknowledged in their household. having sailed to the states with mere pennies and nickels to his name, seeking a sense of autonomy and something of a better life, not once did he ever consider falling in love.

❝ —because this town is much too small for you. ❞ then you’ll come with me. far be it from him to pulverize her dreams, her fortitude, he refuses to see that gleam of hope extinguish from her irises. he won’t be the one to steal that from her, he won’t snuff out her light. nor will anyone else, not if he can help it. as her hand settles atop his, he flips his over so that hers lays in his palm, digits curling and securing around her own.

❝ is that so ? bonnie and lorenzo, taking on the city that never sleeps, cavorting our way through night clubs and drinking overpriced martini’s ? ❞ that’s not his life, that could never be his life. but bonnie. . . . bonnie is his path, and he’ll follow that path wherever it takes him. at least, that’s what he allows himself to believe. tightening his grip around her hand, he tugs her into him gently, shifting their frames so that she’s repositioned between his legs — her back settled consolingly against his chest. ❝ tell me, love, what future do you see for us ? ❞

#private verse : etmagicis. it’s a 1940’s kind of love.#writing. enzo st. john.#nodamnsel #i'm emotionally compromised over this verse

❝ i was once told that loyalty ? loyalty is never a chore. ❞ that someone being lily salvatore, go figure. he averts his gaze, dark eyes now reflecting the crackling flames dancing in the salvatore fireplace. ❝ —clearly that was something of a gray area for me for some time. ❞

@seesgood , caroline forbes. ♡’d.

#verse : main. survivalist vampire.#writing. enzo st. john.#seesgood #thank you for liking! <3

he holds her. he holds her as if his very life depended on it. sometimes he allows himself to believe that it does, that without her his very breath would cease, that without her. . . . life would hold no purpose. only sometimes. ❝ you’ll leave here someday. ❞ his head tips until his cheek can rest against the crown of her head, breath wafting across her hair gently. ❝ you were never meant for the constraints of this town, darling. you’re meant for far more. ❞

@nodamnsel , bonnie bennett. ♡’d.

#private verse : etmagicis. it’s a 1940’s kind of love.#writing. enzo st. john.#nodamnsel #etmagicis #i'm SOFT

❝ what will you do ? ❞ head is tipped back against aged cement, forearms resting atop his knees where he sits in the same dank cell he’s sat in for the last seventy damned years. ❝ when you’re at long last met with sweet liberation ? when you’re free from these cells. ❞

@oathworn , jon snow. ♡’d.

#verse. to be decided.#writing. enzo st. john.#oathworn #going with the same setting of the starter you wrote me jakjds;skjdns

his head rests in her lap, novel propped up against his chest and yet his eyes. . . . his eyes are far from the page before him. ❝ they’ll be coming for me soon, love. it’s only a matter of time. ❞

@forbaes , caroline forbes. ♡’d.

#private verse : forbaes. he fell for the devil in her angel eyes.#writing. enzo st. john.#forbaes #who is coming for him that is the question

❝ . . . .i say i sink my teeth clean through his jugular and see what happens. ❞ words tumble through protruded fangs, brows hiking in query as the quivering man tenses in his grip. ❝ what do you say ? ❞

@ofmalice , maleficent. ♡’d.

#verse. to be decided.#writing. enzo st. john.#ofmalice

❝ anthony, ❞ the smirk tugging at his lips is intuitive, feigned regrets soon emerging within the slant of his brow. ❝ my apologies, i mean lord bridgerton. ❞ he chuckles breathily, ❝ what’s this of a miss. sharma i hear bustling through the ton ? the news has made it all the way to white’s. ❞

@dutybcund , anthony bridgerton. ♡’d.

#verse : bridgerton. a viscount or a lovelorn rake.#writing. enzo st. john.#dutybcund #foolery

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