Got a pistol for a mouth/My old Mama gave me that

Side account. Insp/Writing blurb.

[gildedweapon]

"Bang! Gotcha!" "Right through this demon's heart."

[gildedweapon]

'Are you ready for me to snatch you away again?'

'Always.'

[gildedweapon]

Me sitting here like, if I really think about it

Knowing a certain devil hunter; he'd let Ivory go be solo if she truly wished it.

Would she have it in her to leave her twin behind? Her 'father' in a way, too? The family of assorted devils and non?

I think she would. BUT. (big but). It'd be like, 'haha we're on our own--Lets visit my family next door' S:LDFJsdkfsdlfj

[gildedweapon]

' And no one shall have you. For you are mine. '

[gildedweapon]

To attend The Demon's Ball

[gildedweapon]

fr @dethvoid

" i will always be yours. "

Mignon form sways, eager heart; jovial delight alight in those emeralds 'twould shame fel fire or mayhaps even the jewels they 'twere likened to. Delicate fingertips reach up to ghost ov'r such angular features of a young Hunter she knew (knows, ever maturing; ever aging despite the demon in him), the yearning ache like a hungering gorge, hollowing and howling, to feel the gelid darkness that is him within. To grasp. To let the shadows and shades swim on her skin, to envelop, to swallow, to consume.

He would always be hers?

'Twas not the other words around, as they say? She would always be his. No matter whose name was engraved on her true self. On the back of her skin 'twixt shoulder blades.

Still, despite her ghosting and dusting; memorizing every line as she's done heretofore. Her favorite map. She caresses his cheek and a smile blooms therein on her lips, crisp sweetness as if a bite of a fresh apple were taken, ❝ T-Truly? If I could ever be so selfish, I would v-very much like that. ❞

But, she also knew his freeing heart.

❝ I do not mind sharing you w-with you. I hope you know, wherever you go. I will always be here. I will always be yours. ❞ She whispers this like a hymn, a promise, a vow blessed by the crescent of Dawn and Dusk.

❝ M-Meus. ❞ She repeats his antediluvian language, the surging emotions flooding and overwhelming. To always be someone's. O what delight. A kiss then, swift and true like a silver bullet. One would mistake gun smoke 'twixt their lips of velvet and satin. One would mistake a bullseye 'twixt pearl and emeralds and obsidian and garnets.

❝ Always, Dark. Always. ❞

[gildedweapon]

'W-What's a kiss...?'

'Something sweet. Do you want one?'

'--...Y-Yes.'

[gildedweapon]

'Always'

[soulprompts]

'𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦' 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴.

inspired by a collection of books, poems, films and songs, these prompts are for romantic dynamics (although maybe some can be platonic!) and most surround the idea of a character confessing their feelings for another character! i hope you enjoy!

" nothing about any moment i've ever spent with you will ever be a regret. "

" i protect my investments. "

" you have a place in my heart no one else could ever have. "

" i miss you. "

" it's not the same without you. "

" if i know what love is, it's because of you. "

" you must know... surely you must know it was all for you. "

" it's you. it has always been, and always will be, you. "

" i found you without looking, and love you without trying. "

" don't ever think i fell for you, or fell over you. i didn't fall in love. i rose in it. "

" i'm yours. "

" i wish that we could be like that. "

" i have, for the first time, found what i can truly love. i have found you. "

" if i believe in anything, it's you. "

" we make a pretty good team, don't you think? "

" i am who i am because of you. "

" i will always be yours. "

" i'd rather argue with you, than laugh with anyone else. "

" you can stay... i'd like you to stay. "

" of course i don't hate you. that's the problem. "

" and i just want to run to you. and i hope you know that every time i don't, i almost do. "

" we've had the best of times together. haven't we? "

" i'll find you. okay? i promise you, whatever happens, i'll find you, and we'll be together, and everything will be good again. "

" i thought i could lose everything and be totally fine with it. but then you came along. and now i see how wrong i was. "

" i could never forget you. "

" we don't have to stay here. we could go anywhere we wanted. "

" i like to be alone. but i'd rather be alone with you. "

" i wish you were here. "

" break my heart. break it a thousand times, if you like. it's always been yours to break, anyway. "

" i've tried to forget you. i've never tried so hard in my life. but it's impossible. it's simply not possible for me to stop thinking about you. "

" i love you. i've been doing my best not to, but i do. i love you. "

" every day i spend with you is the best day of my life. "

" i like myself a lot more when i'm with you. "

[gildedweapon]

If you be my star / I'll be your sky

[gildedweapon]

Just Iv room things, tbh.

[elle-camino]

roses & renaissance paintings

[bienenkiste]

Photographed by Dario Catellani for Numéro China

[dethvoid]

@gildedweapon

Lethiferous girl, cascading golds and greens; a nigh fragile bubble for the gleaming, molten silver that bursts with a spark. A herald. A pale rider. She breathes gun smoke, speaks flowers. Thorns ‘twould rupture and choke, do not; rust 'twould corrode, does not. Heart full of cogs, down to the gun grease flowing therein, it all comes to a still for moment. For a chance. To be reflected in those garnets embedded in obsidian.

For he sees her as she sees him. The veracity 'twixt them. Organic and non. Tangible and not. Adored. Loved.

Always.

Gelastic, velvet lips that press such tender chasteness, 'twould wound even the greatest warrior. Akin to a phoenix, she dies and is reborn from each touch, each glance, each syllable that tumbles forth from his throat. Long has she sensed him, that chilled-warmth. (Heretofore) Long where the days of sitting in his shades, shadows; anything and all, just for a chance, a moment. Such as this.

Silvery voice hitches, a small shiver down her spine from his mark, ❝ D-Dark! ❞ Jovial whispered exclamation, elation rises as does she, w-well of sorts. To half turn, throw her lithe body 'gainst his in hug to squeeze perhaps the life out of him. Head cants to let the last rays of the sun be blocked by her locks. Safety. Here in her arms, he always would be. Would he not?

Kismet.

Pallid hand raises to cup his cheek, run her slender thumb along the angular jawline that she too presses a saccharine kiss to; bullseye. ❝ I-I have not been here, ehm, too long. ❞ Since noon. Filled with dreading greens and swirling greys, stomach doing strange flips like what Dante did with the batter on the stove in the mornings.

She bites her lower lip, eyes full of his image alone, ❝ Hello, the one I cherish the most. ❞ Another whisper, afraid of the world to shatter this moment. Afraid this was another idyllic dreaming of the day. ❝ D-Did you miss me? I missed you. Ached for you. I-I am sorry for making you wait…❞

His name is but a song on her lips; euphonious voice which rises above the common noise from below. The bustling streets of the city has left them secluded in plain sight. Ivory takes his name in her mouth with her hand on his heart, as if a precious thing, to be kept secret in this meeting of lovers. A power that leaves him sundered.

The name she speaks has belonged to him for mere years, mere raindrops collecting in the well of his lifetime. Oh, but when she speaks it, she cherishes every letter on her tongue. A sweet sound, in every pronunciation. When Ivory says his name, does it truly feel as his.

Yet the shadow cannot help but let a laugh fall from his lips as she leaps to throw her arms around him. An eager embrace, messy and contagious, as limbs cross and they behold one another. Parting his legs just so to give her room in between, he holds her just as close as she does, spite the rays undoing the flesh of his limb. 

To see Ivory in the final parting of the sun, a rare image, how she looks in all manners of the daytime remains unbeknownst to him. Violet light outlines her soft features. He can’t help but mimic, pressing the palm of his hand to her cheek. To remember a sight such as her; divine in flesh and steel, glinting like gunmetal. 

A kiss like a bullet, for her lips are gone too soon.  Dark longs for more by the time she pulls away. He wants her to drown him in them. 

❝ Hello, ❞  A repetition of her phrase,  ❝ one I have longed for the most, the one whom I counted the hours for. The one who owes me no apologies, because the fault is all mine.  ❞ as the demon speaks he begins to lean forward into her. Close enough to have their lips ghost each other’s.

               ❝ How beautiful you look in this light. ❞

[gildedweapon]

Jovial is she, laughter on her tongue that is akin to soft chimes kissed by zephyrs. Her own words back at her, she cannot help but find such humor and wonderous delight in it. Sheer brilliance that cascades like a multitude of rainbows as if a diamond 'twere being alit from within is what she sees. Gilded edges. This harmonious, loving feeling.

Rosy-cheeked like a babe to the world, such a thing is not far off from the truth, she shakes her head gently as if to chide him. She is ever so charmed by him. He could ask her to steal away into his shadows, be embraced by his form as trench coat enveloped her and she sunk into his darkness-And she would. He could-And would-ask of her to be remarked in that ancient way of his, to be reminded, to be certain down to the marrow and gun grease, to the cogged heart and to even the luminous soul within that crackled like jolted fire: that she were his, as he was hers.

And she would.

She simpers, roseate lips parting as if to speak yet leaning into that half-gloved hand (barricaded once more from that palm she sought), ❝ P-Perhaps I did poor protection, the sun fried your eyes. ❞ She teases, chuckling softly but the way he spoke about her bore it's veracity as her cheeks deepened with dusted hues of cerise and vermillion.

She wish he'd say it again. Say how he sees her. Truly. As she saw him. Perpetually lost in those garnets embedded in onyx, to those exquisite eyes she adored, cherished; loved. It was in them she saw him. Past the porcelain mask. The smirking façade. An iron veil she plucked away easily with lithe, adroit fingers to rain a bullet storm of fervent kisses.

His breath on her skin suddenly makes her aware of how close they are. This desideratum 'twixt them. A mere gap, she has all but to lean forward slightly and velvet 'would melt with satin.

❝Still, you are very, ehm, h-handsome in this light as well. Do you know? ❞ A query she expects no answer to but means all the same. ❝ These that I adore, ❞ Her thumb brushes carefully by his eye, ❝ They sparkle different in such a way it takes my breath away. ❞ You take my breath away. ❝ T-To draw me closer... ❞

And she means it. Will-o-wisp. Light in the dark. Enchants her to follow thereafter, to drown in him and his sunless grace. Feathery, obsidian that oft felt like chilled waters (but never for her, warm; always warm). She kisses him; a kind of kiss that shames the eternity statue in all her perennial luster, velvet on satin, and the ache in her heart soars like Griffon. The swelling of her cogged heart that catches in her throat like a crown of thorns. A surge of storms that pierced her belly. Now all stills, quiets. There is the taste of him she longed for, sweetly demands more of. A deep, deep longing and sigh of relief.

Home.

❝ I love you. ❞

She was home.

[gildedweapon]

From @dethvoid

A hand beckons Ivory from the shadows, palm laid flat and upturned as if in perpetual wait. It strikes a bleak contrast; pale skin reaching outwards from seemingly nothing. Warm light always casts the deepest shadows after all. If one winces so, at the right angle, an ebb of crimson could be glimpsed at eye level.

Of eyes meeting.

Its invitation. This simple gesture, to join him. Away from this shamble of a nest the red hunter, son of sparda, has made for himself.

To cast herself into his darkness. For her hand in his would mean more than the human and demon world alike.

Like a blood crystal in the abyss, gleaming akin to a dazzling bloodied garnet; yes, she could see. Could discern.

Of rubies and emeralds.

To a stranger, a by passer, mayhaps even a seasoned devil hunter this invitation would be ominous. Dangerous. To have goosebumps dance on flesh, hair raised as if a stroke of nail down the spine 'twere to impale--These things to ring bells, louder than sirens. They are all she, O pale rider, laughs at, giggles so in jovial delight with guileless radiance on her mien.

He charms her so.

For his hand of all hands, is the one she cherishes the most. Warmth despite the chill. The telling lines of his own life despite the visage he wore. Affection despite the biting fangs. Kisses sweeter than any apple pie.

Lithe fingers interlace with that invitation, her written consent and now sealed envelope with wax dripping, ❝ S-Steal me away, Dark. ❞

To where darkness overtakes light in gnashing maws of s h a r p n e s s, bound and stifled in saccharine grace. To where light in it's scintillating brilliance tears him to tender pieces. Where he is undone. Where she is undone. Bare to one another.

Darklight.

[dethvoid]

She sits on the rooftop of the Shop, chilled zephyrs strolling through the air and her locks. Gilded rays of the setting sun kisses her cheeks, reflecting in her emerald eyes. Cogged heart pounds, thuds, THUNDERS; a crescendo rising in swirling jovial warmth of oranges and yellows, fuschias and bursting baby blues. She waits. Waits for dusk to come. Waits for him.

@gildedweapon

And he waits in turn.

For the clouds to eclipse the sun, for the moon to overtake the skies. For the skyline to sway from orange to scarlet, and dissolve to violet and blue. The shadow waits for night.  He lurks in every crevice of the roof she sits on, all of him hidden between the cracks of asphalt shingles and the space beneath the boards of an ill-gotten accident long ago that had carved a hole in the roof. 

The devil watches her silhouette, able to see her sun-kissed hair spun gold by the sun, her face hidden beneath the basking light. What it would be like to see each colour reflected in her viridescent eyes, her expression as she watches the sunset. Imagination roams to fill the gaps, the attempt to stifle his ingrowing impatience goes to no avail. 

He muses in the wake of biding his time, wonders if she can feel him near---No matter how thin his presence was scattered in the shade. Would she be able to hear the darkness call out to her? The ceaseless whispers of I’m here,  I’m here with you now,  please never forget I’m here.

A risk is taken by the first shred of violet; the shadows collect together just behind Ivory, herself a shield to her lover, the protector, even when unbeknownst. Strength wanes, his form shimmers and dissolves with the pinpricks of light until he angles himself in a crouch just right. This form, this body not his own, an illusion he’s trapped in / he curses it.

The benefits though, to be able to wrap his arm against Ivory waist and pull her close to him, ( ignore the flits of smoke emitting from his hand, caught against the final flecks of sun ). His head buried to her neck, he pushes against blonde tresses to lay a kiss upon her neck / to the mark etched in skin. Their eternal bond. 

❝ Meus. ❞  Mine, as I am yours.  ❝ How long have you been up here? ❞

[gildedweapon]

Lethiferous girl, cascading golds and greens; a nigh fragile bubble for the gleaming, molten silver that bursts with a spark. A herald. A pale rider. She breathes gun smoke, speaks flowers. Thorns 'twould rupture and choke, do not; rust 'twould corrode, does not. Heart full of cogs, down to the gun grease flowing therein, it all comes to a still for moment. For a chance. To be reflected in those garnets embedded in obsidian.

For he sees her as she sees him. The veracity 'twixt them. Organic and non. Tangible and not. Adored. Loved.

Always.

Gelastic, velvet lips that press such tender chasteness, 'twould wound even the greatest warrior. Akin to a phoenix, she dies and is reborn from each touch, each glance, each syllable that tumbles forth from his throat. Long has she sensed him, that chilled-warmth. (Heretofore) Long where the days of sitting in his shades, shadows; anything and all, just for a chance, a moment. Such as this.

Silvery voice hitches, a small shiver down her spine from his mark, ❝ D-Dark! ❞ Jovial whispered exclamation, elation rises as does she, w-well of sorts. To half turn, throw her lithe body 'gainst his in hug to squeeze perhaps the life out of him. Head cants to let the last rays of the sun be blocked by her locks. Safety. Here in her arms, he always would be. Would he not?

Kismet.

Pallid hand raises to cup his cheek, run her slender thumb along the angular jawline that she too presses a saccharine kiss to; bullseye. ❝ I-I have not been here, ehm, too long. ❞ Since noon. Filled with dreading greens and swirling greys, stomach doing strange flips like what Dante did with the batter on the stove in the mornings.

She bites her lower lip, eyes full of his image alone, ❝ Hello, the one I cherish the most. ❞ Another whisper, afraid of the world to shatter this moment. Afraid this was another idyllic dreaming of the day. ❝ D-Did you miss me? I missed you. Ached for you. I-I am sorry for making you wait...❞