HUNGRY AMBITION

MOUTHFUL OF WHITE HOT FIRE, TONGUE COATED IN POISON, RAGGED NAILS PAINTED IN MY OWN BLOOD; THERE’S A HUNGER IN ME, SOMETHING VICIOUS A THIRST TO BE CELESTIAL, GODLY, D I V I N E —

[lucybaird]

i am more dangerous

[ivycharleston]

viperovs‌:

For the first time in quite a while Alice wasn’t feeling well. Lately she had been feeling good most of the time, sometimes even invincible. Creativity had flooded her veins similar to the drugs she had been using most of the nights. Sure, there had always been this slight awareness that she was standing on an edge, that everything could slip through her fingers any second, that the control she had over things was barely an illusion. Today however had been one of those days and she could only hope it wouldn’t turn into one of those weeks. She had been in bed the entire day, staring at the ceiling, feeling numb, not having a single reason to stand up. Suddenly the world wasn’t painted in all those glorious colours for her anymore, it was simply grey. Even after the sun went down it had been incredibly hard to actually leave the house. She didn’t knew how much time it had actually cost her, she just knew she was searching the solitude only the night and the woods would be able to give her. Taking bow and arrows with she had finally made it here.

For a while she had just sat there, looking at the moon, contemplating the emptiness that had always been inside her, the emptiness that sometimes threatened to eat her alive, like today. That was until she decided to stand up and shoot a couple of arrows into a nearby tree. Even seeing how accurate her aim was by now couldn’t change the way she felt. Walking over to the tree she retrieved her arrows, one after the other, until she heard footsteps approaching. Suddenly her senses were sharp and when the figure of a girl appeared out of the darkness her arrow was already pointed at the other. “Little lamb?” She asked, a cynical laugh escaped her lips. Had she ever been called that? She couldn’t remember. Viper, that was who she was now and mistaking her for a lamb was a foolish mistake. “However, I suppose you could say I’m lost… figuratively at least.”

Ivy was bored. None of the victims she had sparred at recently in the Pit had been up to her usual standards, and she had ever so easily defeated them with her usual taunting antics — anticipating and overpowering their brutish tempers and mistakes. It had been rather a pity, but perhaps this was the repercussions of being one of the most ferocious warriors that Athos had ever set their eyes upon, with a warrior spirit that did not simply give up. Nay she would fight till her death, and even then rage on until she was no more. Her eyes observing the clearing; she instantly noticed the lone figure that neared her proximity; together with what seemed to be a bow and arrow. How intriguing, for someone else to be out in this abandoned forest, especially at this hour at the same time as her. Was it fate? Perhaps this evening would become more interesting than she had originally thought. Moving closer to the other, her eyes flickered over the distinctive red locks that she immediately began to notice, her lips beginning to curl to a wider smirk, realising who exactly she had encountered. 

“Viper, how unexpectedly delightful to find you here.” She replied in return, unfazed by the weapon directed at her as she began to move towards the fire headed individual, knowing that if she were truly in danger, she could easily reach any of the weapons concealed on her own body. However at hearing the reply of the other, she began to raise an eyebrow, interested in what Alice could have considered to have made her lost figuratively as she asked, “Pray do tell why?” 

[ivycharleston]

ofcozenage‌:

How starved he had been. A fragile creature guided by his heart; a heart of which he could not see all the fine cuts and tears it had taken over the past ten years. There were no more tears left to be had, though, for he has finally stitched himself back up after years of starving for embers that would never warm his soul again. She was gone, curled up in the arms of a person whom she believed to bring her happiness. That was enough for him. To see her happy paved the way for him to let it go. He could finally let her go. Maybe.

This very thought is what has brought light back into his eyes and healing. A feeling he hoped to god wouldn’t be fleeting. A feeling that also urged him to find her. He longed to run and run until he found his way home again in the arms of a girl who brought more to him than silly fabrications. What an idiot he had been to consider it all mere smoke and mirrors; believing the illusions were what placed band-aids upon his heart and stirred a genuine smile below his haunted, empty eyes. She had been real. What they had was real. And fuck, he was such a goddamn idiot to be blind to that quiet knowledge that could be felt within every touch, every look, every kiss. He wanted that something real Sofia had, and maybe, just maybe, he could have that if he found his way to her.

But, he doesn’t. Instead a sickly sweet voice rose above the wind and beckoned his attention. Yet, when he glanced over his shoulders he saw nothing. Only shadows and trees were to be seen until. Ah, there. A slim figure emerges at the edge of the clearing, the great shadow of her hair dragging several steps behind her. He gulps, his body suddenly shivering at the light breeze. “No I- I was just running, uh, that way,” he points his thumb over his shoulder to the space behind him. “I was heading to somebody and I guess, yeah, it might have been a smarter idea to take my car but I wasn’t really thinking. And now that I think about it, I might be a little lost. Do you think you could give me directions?” He mentally slaps himself. Way to go, he thinks. You just told the stranger in the woods you were alone and lost. Smart. Very smart.

When Ivy often encountered others who weren’t as acquainted to be as familiar with herself as only a lucky were allowed to be, it was rather amusing to find them to mistakenly think that she was her dear twin sister. The one who was so unmarred, untainted by the world just like she herself was; and she loved it. After all the world was her stage, and all those about her were just players — and it brought a certain delight to be able to watch their confusion as she finally revealed her true colours and was able to truly play with her prey in such unexpected ways. It was why she allowed the darkness to be manipulated ever so slightly to cover her features as she observed the lone figure that had begun to approach the clearing; not realising that in their spoken words that she had decided upon her victim for that night.

Laughter escaping her lips in a melodic tone, she began to move fluidly towards Joel; her lips pressed into a sweet smile — one so seldom seen upon her features, but needed for her ploy as she tilted her head at his ever so innocent question. “It’s rather late for you to be walking about.” She replied smoothly, knowing that in order to portray her dear sister she would have to allow the inflection of sweetness that others seemed to so easily be fooled by, as she continued to state, “But don’t you fear Joel — I’ll help you find your way, light your path.” And would she ever. Just not light it in the way she was sure he was thinking of. Lightening the darkness around the pair of them with a single thought, the moonlight began to trickle back into the clearing as she asked, “Why are you out here though?”

After all he was acquainted with the other faction was he not? And information was always useful to such a creature like her. She would just have to see if he would take the bait.

[daeneryskairipa]

Life is about more than just surviving

[ivycharleston]

bloodyrosalie‌:

 Among writhing bodies slick with sweat, Rosalie’s stark contrast beneath various flashing colors stood out the second that she stopped moving. The words that she hoped had been a misunderstood slur acted like a paralysis on her limbs, slacking soft fingers in Ivy’s palms. Those digits pressed slightly into the other’s flesh, an unspoken gesture to follow her out of the smokey movement and towards the bar.

 She was going to need a drink for this. Maybe three.

 “What makes you think that, my love, hmm?” Her words were a hum, dragged out a little longer than usual due to the waves of liquor crashing against the walls of Rosalie’s skull. “I have– I respect Mason. Very much.” His name tasted like citrus dipped in sugar on her tongue. How much more to her he was than that. “I respect you, too.”

Bored and seeking for a little fun — and perhaps a little someone to play into her games for the night, she had appeared in Inferno for the hopes of something of interest. And as she walked through the crowds; Ivy smirked as the people witnessed her with dread and trepidation, stepping backwards to allow her to approach the floor, and perhaps an individual that she could approach. Her keen gaze flickering over the various figures, she was glad she had noticed a certain blonde upon the floor, her smirk widening as she realised just how inebriated her dear friend was.

Their forefingers intermingling against one another, she followed the other towards the bar as she began to gesture for two shots of bourbon; one of her favoured drinks of alcohol. “Is that so?” She murmured as she held the glass between her fingers before taking the shot, letting the liquor burn down her throat before letting a chuckle escape her lips as her smirk widened before replying, “Dear Rose, I think we both know that there’s a little more than respect between the pair of you, no? Beneath the surface, ever apparent.” She tilted her head to step closer to the other, her playful smirk reappearing as she remarked, “And darling, I should hope you would respect me.”

[bloodyrosalie]

12:04 AM, JUNE 21ST

INFERNO

WEARING (X) AND (X)

OPEN!!

 Bass thrummed through Rosalie’s veins like a tremor, pulsing its way from the tips of small fingers to the temples the anchor would throw back in a flare of wispy blonde. Either the music or the alcohol had made its way to her head fast enough to blur ecstasy and balance. An ideal way to spend the anniversary of her birth, she reasoned, sneaking away from the public eye and throwing lopsided smirks at pretty strangers.

 Flashing lights of rainbowed hues poured down onto the crowd, pressing the persistent heat to their writhing bodies as Rosalie all too confidently made her way up to the one she had been throwing easy glances at.

 “Come,” their fingers were in hers before they could decline, “dance with me.”      

[ivycharleston]

A small smirk upon her lips, Ivy had found herself at Inferno — searching for a certain release that one could only find themselves when in a drunken haze and surrounded by people that she could play her games with. Making her way towards the dance floor, her smirk began to widen as she observed a certain blonde that she knew rather well who looked to be enjoying herself, especially when she was surrounded by certain unknown people. It had been a long time since she had let herself go, but she found herself rather bored; and perhaps she could find her entertainment in the certain rose.

“If you insist.” She replied with a laugh as she made her way towards Rosalie before commenting, “But wouldn’t you prefer a certain pestilence instead of war little Rosie?”

[elisesharpe]

Hard Times | Elise + Ivy

[ivycharleston]

elisesharpe‌:

She’d ever since used her powers as a shield rather than a weapon. These difficult relationships she’d been having were nothing in comparison to Ivy’s, which combined tension and passion all at once. While she sometimes imagined using her powers for something more sinister, thanks to Ivy’s powers perhaps, it was herself who ultimately changed her own perspective on things, clearly imagining herself creating illusions to help herself out, especially in her job. Not everything had been Ivy’s fault – maybe everything was a cover up, something Elise believed to be true while she was the villain in her own story. This love, however, felt real and different than any other emotion she’d ever felt before. Elise’s eyes quickly looked around as the silhouettes of multiple people around reappeared, their confusion still lingering in them as they silently stood nearby. Finally her eyes returned to the dark-haired beauty whose heart Elise aimed to keep, whose heart was tainted. “I just want to go to a nice café, have some fun, not be reminded of who I used to be, please?” she plead and she could feel herself blushing. “I am not really a fan of danger and too risky adventures. I just want to be with you, away from my mom. I’d even pay your meal, honey. Let me do that for you, alright?” she couldn’t stop talking “I’m just having difficulties at the moment. I am alone now, well, almost – and I have little to no control over my powers. Feels like I’m lost.”

There was something of intrigue that Ivy felt when it came to the particular topic of Elise Sharpe, the doe eyed brunette who despite the horrors she had experienced still retained such innocence — something rather rare for one her kind, and perhaps that was why she had pursued the relationship with the other; or perhaps she craved to taint this very soul, in a similar fashion to her own. Whilst she might not understand the true meaning of love, nor did she feel it; there was a certain feeling that arose when she encountered the other and it was enough for her to continue this very fascination she had with the other, even if it was nothing like she had ever done before. Not to mention it didn’t hurt that Elise was rather gorgeous looking. Which was why perhaps she agreed to the other’s wishes. “If you insist.” She replied as she stepped closer to the other girl, lifting a finger to her cheek to almost imitate intimacy that most genuine couples would experience, before nodding to feign sympathy and understanding with the other before stating in an almost uncharacteristic nicety, “Then lead the way, and we’ll escape your reality shall we?” After all in the end, Elise’s power under the right direction could prove to be fruitful to the cause.

[ivycharleston]

of sinners & saints | ivy / elise

A feral smirk appearing upon her lips — Ivy watched the newcomers appear one after the other, with each seeming to to fear what they were about to encounter if they were so chosen to fight. Bemused by the prospects of perhaps entertaining herself by joining in, her fingers draped over the railing as she regarded Sofia’s taunts to certain people that she knew to participate with a larger smirk. It seemed the little lamb had come out tonight, and was she ever interested. Beginning to walk down the stairs towards the landing, Ivy’s features remained ever the same as others easily moved, her reputation preceding itself as she made her way to the very person she was unexpectedly delighted to see. “Well look who the cat dragged in.” She drawled, her head tilting as she looked at the girl before her, one that almost dredged up the memories of lost moments of time collected together with a drunken haze, hands moving in places one could only dream of.

[zoyanarkissos-blog]

date & time: june 27, 11:30am location: the delacroix museum availability: open to everyone !!

“This place betrays a certain sense of pomp and circumstance,” she observes, “and yet it still fails to mask the hedonism, the hubris, beneath. Take that one, for example -” she points, point-filed fingers clutching the cigarette she unabashedly smokes despite the written warnings against it, “- the family crest, I assume? Bold to display it in such bright colors when it so often appears as something dark in the context of a memory.” Zoya watches as the painting is obscured by a tendril of smoke from the end of her cigarette. 

More appropriate. She so often saw the crest through the lens of warped, volatile, muddled memory; not her own, but through the eyes of those who came to her to remember - or to forget. Startling, it was, how often the Delacroix name arose in her line of work, even far from Athos. She sits in the belly of the beast now, doodling upon its ribs with her nails; this is where she was always meant to be, she is sure. 

“But that is the power of art, I suppose,” she sighs, tipping the cigarette back between her lips, “Unchangeable.” Of course, were she to saunter forth and press the end of her cigarette at the heart of the oil-painted crest, it would be sure to change. She could not burn the royals from the minds of the people, but she could certainly imagine it. A bold thing to do - something that would require a drink or two beforehand. 

But she jests - or does she? 

“I was never one for realism, anyhow,” her lips curl, “I prefer distortion.” 

[ivycharleston]

If Ivy were to be frank — she had no interest in being in such an establishment as this; especially since she had never had any intrigue for the forgotten antiquated artifacts that the Delacroix family held. But then again she had found herself, wandering the rooms, her eyes glinting as she searched for something that she had heard rumours of; a weapon that she had decided that she would rather like.  She had always enjoyed utilising different weaponry, having a multitude of arsenal at her command but that did not mean that she didn’t anything she could wield at her disposal. And if the talk were true; it was a long lost sword of many years ago that’s blade was said to be so sharp that the slightest prick would reduce it’s victim into pain they could never imagine. It was why her eyes wandered over the various useless objects before a certain person landed within her vision. Perhaps she was entertained by the gall of this individual to smoke in a foundation such as this; or perhaps she was rather bored, and in search of a prey; something of the likes. But she began to stalk her way closer, her eyes glittering with amusement as she began to hear the very words of the individual; preferring distortion over reality.

“Is that so, little pet. Pray do tell why?” She purred as she stepped closer in sight, shadows almost curling upon the floor in the wake of its mistress as she leant against one of the glass enclosures — nearing herself to the other. The sword could wait, for now.

[ivycharleston]

darius-shareef‌:

There was always something comforting about darkness. While light brought a false pretense of safety for others as he walked among humans, darkness was where he thrived. It was during the late hours of night with the glow of the moon serving as the only source of light that Darius met with customers - or other, more unruly people. Silver-tongued words were shared at dusk, not dawn, various arrangements for much needed poisons prepared under the mask of nighttime. 

This time, however, Darius was alone - or so he thought. Always preferring the solace of silence as opposed to a crowd, Darius walked through the forest with a trail of smoke leaving the joint in his lips. The trees opened, welcoming not one figure but two into a dark clearing. What was once silence soon melted into another pair of footsteps that continued when Darius came to a stop. 

His ears perked and Darius turned, only to see dark, glistening eyes in the midst of the shadows. If it weren’t for the darkness peeling away from her skin and the words laced with sharpness, Darius easily could have mistaken her for her other half.

“Enjoying a smoke.” Darius responded with ease, eyes having long adjusted to the darkness as Ivy came into view. “A lamb is far from what I am, but that pet name suits you, then I suppose I could make an exception for the likes of you.”

Ivy always felt at ease when she was surrounded by the very thing that her power contained. It was so naturally part of her now that as her fingers melted into the dark abyss, a small smirk began to appear upon her lips as she tilted her head to glance upon another intruder that had begun to enter the very forest that she had chosen to find her solace in. However it did not mean that she could not have her amusement with certain prey, especially when she was certain that they would not have the same advantages that she herself had. Easily following the footsteps of the other individual her fingers began to lightly grip her knife, spinning it within her fingers as she began to recognise who it truly was. Her smirk widening, Ivy began to step closer towards Darius her eyes glittering with entertainment as she finally stopped in front of her counterpart. “How interesting.” She purred, finally place her knife back in its sheath as she began to laugh at his reply, knowing very well that her words had been used to antagonise whoever it was who had begun to approach her. “Oh is that so?” Although there was a playful lilt to her murmuring, her gaze held steadfastly upon Darius, knowing that he knew well enough not to overantagonise herself, lest he land himself in a position he would not favour. “But I much prefer it for you Darius.”

[ivycharleston]

sainthearted‌:

Summer months are meant to be a respite from the coldness of winter and chilly weathers of autumn; but as Amanda takes another hesitant step forward, a cool breeze brushes over her, forcing the brunette to wrap her arms around her figure to keep herself warm. However, in the back of her mind, she knows the weather is not the only culprit behind sending a shiver down her spine. She knows that an equal amount of blame falls to the fact that she is so utterly out of her element. Her eyes scan her surroundings, but since there’s nothing but darkness, it seems to be a waste of time. On the other hand, darkness usually means her sister is somewhere near; and for that, she is willing to endure some discomfort.

The sudden question aimed at her, even though part of her had hoped to hear it, startles her. Her heart skips a beat and when she turns around, her expression resembles that of a deer in the headlights. “Oh lord.” A whisper escapes from Amanda’s lips, though equally quickly comes a mental admonition for using the Lord’s name in vain. She continues looking at her — when was the last time she had a chance to really look at her twin? It’s been so long, with all the chaos that has unraveled over the past several weeks. “Ivy.” Amanda starts. “I—” A pause, for she is unsure how to continue. There are so many possibilities. “I was hoping I’d run into you here.”

There was something that was inviting about the darkness, rather alluring towards Ivy as her fingers felt the saturation of blackness beneath her fingers. A cruel smile upon her lips, she began to move one of her fingers towards the dagger strapped upon her thigh as she heard the familiar footsteps of one that seemed to be circling the forest like herself. This only made it all the more entertaining for Ivy as she allowed for them to settle in their surroundings before circling them like the predator she was to her prey. Ivy’s wolfish smirk beginning to widen as she realised who exactly it was, she began to tilt her head as she played with the metal parried between her fingertips, her teeth glinting as she began to step closer to her dear twin sister, Amanda.

“Look who we have here.” She murmured softly, her eyes never leaving her twins as she began to watch with amusement at the changing emotions appearing upon her twin’s features as she caught sight of herself. It was rather fortunate she had chosen tonight of all nights to roam about the forests, especially now that she had caught sight of what prey that she had captured. “Is that so.” She cooed, a dangerous gleam appearing in her eyes as she began to step closer towards the other twin, her fingers reaching out to tilt Amanda’s chin to look directly at Ivy as she replied nonchalantly, “And why is that, dear little lamb? Gotten lost in this forest have we?” After all, this was far away from where her sister would have called home.

[deathspinner]

date & time: june 25, 5:35pm location: paradise square availability: open to everyone

Angels are said to be ethereal sights, in possession of beauty that is out of this world, but at the moment, Amanda does not agree with the sentiment. She wipes her forehead with her hand; and when it comes away wet with sweat, she feels anything but beautiful. The person who first suggested that she exercises to relax must have had good intentions in mind — and really, she can see why it works for some people. However, after her two-hours ( have two hours ever felt longer? ) long workout, not a single part of her body is relaxed. Her limbs ache and all she wants is to head back to her chambers. The thought of sleeping away the rest of the day is tempting, but considering she’s still amidst the crowd, in a public place, it is not a realistic course of action.

So what does she do? She makes do with what she has, just like she always does. There is no one specific in her mind as she looks around; as long as they’re a familiar face, that’d be enough for her. Finally, after what feels like an eternity or two, Amanda spots a figure that, from this distance, seems familiar. It could easily be a stranger ( after all, her eyesight is hardly the most reliable thing around nowadays ), but her need for a distraction of any sort makes her braver than usually. “Excuse me,” she begins. “Could you please do me a favor and—” What do I want? “—keep me company?” It’s on the tip of her tongue, to tell them why she asks this, but suddenly the reason seems very childish; and so, she doesn’t elaborate further. “You have no idea how much I’d appreciate it.”

[ivycharleston]

A small smirk adorned upon her features, Ivy glanced over the various individuals that were within the Square as she searched for a particular face. She was in search of one of the Horsemen, anyone but Royce in particular for what had happened recently, especially since this made the direction of their movements; for their future. It was fortunate that it was this late in the day, allowing her to manipulate the shadows that surrounded her to follow her, and the places that surrounded her figure; allowing Ivy to gain amusement from the fearful looks that surrounded her as she continued to traipse towards Inferno. However as she gained sight of a particular brunette headed individual, Ivy’s smirk began to widen as she realised who exactly it was. It hadn’t been long since she had seen her fellow twin; especially when she had played her part oh so perfectly as Amanda within the ball to gain further information she had needed. But it was always amusing to witness her dear sister’s reactions when she appeared in the picture. That was why at Amanda’s request, her lips curled cruelly as she rolled her eyes at the question. “And why exactly would I want to keep you company Amanda?” She asked sardonically, rolling her eyes at the thought.

[kingroanarchive]

The 100 Meme : [4/4] locations ↬ linctavia’s cave

[ivycharleston]

daddyadkinks‌:

A plague of a girl enters. Then a dull silence, thick around the throat like a noose. Those who marveled at his presence, inching closer with every sip of their drink, began to consume in large gulps before abandoning their seats without so much as a peep; praying to not incur the wrath of His very own morning star. She, who arrives already splattered in blood, is one he knows has not had her last supper for the night. So, when fingers graze along his arm, light yet demanding, he merely throws back his entire drink, the delicious burn gifting life back into his eyes. He slides, the glass back to the bartender and holds up two fingers.

On his own volition then, he leans in. His gaze directed towards a man behind her, daring, narrowing in challenge as his whispers for her alone, the image of two lovers spilling secrets brandishing the minds of all who remain. “I am ravenous. всегда .” His tone, one of whiskey and sin, is hauntingly beautiful, and he says nothing more as he pulls away without glancing at her once. Instead, he sees two more glasses of whiskey waiting at his vacated spot. He picks up one and savors the burn once more as he downs it before he moves towards an abandoned table.

There was something electrifying that one could feel within the air, almost becoming stifling from the very moment that Ivy entered the bar and into Dante’s presence, the two beginning their all consuming gaze over one another. She knew that as a frequented visitor of the bar that her reputation would precede her, allowing her to not have to interact with the irritating individuals that may have lay in wake; especially with one of her knives holstered at her waist, the remains of the victim’s blood still evident upon its handle and her nearby skin as she began to near the one who knew her ever so intimately well, one that knew her better than anyone else. No words needed to be exchanged for her to know that she would have an intriguing and perhaps fascinating night; especially now that she had finished her games for the night, and a new one was to begin between the pair of them and perhaps any prey that they encountered. Finally removing her fingers from touching the skin and stepping closer towards Dante, her head began to tilt to look more directly at his own gaze as her smirk began to reappear upon her features.

Whilst most would cower to look into the gaze of him, she had never feared a challenge; especially if it came from him. There was much to discuss, especially with the events that had transpired over the past few weeks and she was interested to hear his response, especially if he had to come to hear of the little truths that lay hidden; if he had heard who exactly had arisen. Her teeth glinting in the dimly lit room, her eyes followed as he began to move away towards an abandoned table, knowing that this was all about to begin as she began to pick up her own glass of whiskey; downing it easily before picking up the remaining bottle of whiskey from the bar and making her own way towards the table. “So you are ravenous, and I am bored. What exactly shall we do with that then hm дорогой?” 

[ivycharleston]

WHERE: The Woods WHEN: 26th June, 2:23am WHO: Ivy Charleston & Anyone

It was not uncommon for Ivy to be found in such a location as this; it felt almost home to her with the amount of darkness that was created due to the amount of shrubbery and trees that grew within the forest. Darkness covering her features as her footsteps tread lightly upon the leaves that lay beneath her feet, a wicked smirk appeared upon her features as she heard the proximity of someone near herself. She was intrigued to find what individual would have been laying awake in such a time as this; especially when the Woods were rumoured to be terrifying when darkness descended — making it difficult for one to navigate their way. Especially with wicked creatures such as her lay in wake for such prey like this. Manipulating her powers to make her seem near invisible to the eye and to melt within the shadows, she began to follow the sounds of footsteps nearby to her as they began to step foot towards a clearing. Finally allowing the darkness to dissipate away from her figure, her small smirk began to widen as she cooed, “And what would you be doing out here at this time, little lamb? Lost are we?”

[elisesharpe]

Hard Times | Elise + Ivy

[ivycharleston]

elisesharpe:

They’d always been close, but never close enough for Elise’s taste. The barrier between them, this invisible one which she couldn’t penetrate as easily, had been changing her relationship towards Ivy, but for now she wouldn’t let that affect her too much. She just smiled, remembered the good things about their relationship, not the ones which reminded her of how her illusions looked like a clouded mess, a paradise clouded with fog. “I’ve continued to see progress in my studies, especially with my worldbuilding. I finally create inanimate objects without prior inspection of them in real life, just out of my memory. I’m actually impressed I managed to do that just now,” The edges of Elise’s mouth moved downward, clearly showing how impressed she was. To be here, here with Ivy, was almost too good to be true. “Wait,” she stopped “Omerta? no, I don’t want to go there at all. I have to be home at ten:”

There was a rare, minute amount of people within Ivy’s life that she allowed to see beneath the facade of the predator, the one who stalked her prey within the depths of the night. And yet this woman, her girlfriend was one of the ironic number. She was one that was different; so unalike any of the company that she did keep. Perhaps that was why she had been intrigued enough to see where this relationship went, although she wouldn’t deceive herself into thinking she had genuine romantic feelings for the other. “It was rather impressive Sharpe.” She murmured as she began to step closer to Elise, her smirk still upon her features as she glanced to briefly see the remains of Elise’s illusions that surrounded them before it began to dissipate to fade into the reality that set before them. She almost moved to place a comforting hand upon Elise’s shoulder, one that most would think to be akin to romantic, especially with the pair of them as a couple before she heard the beginnings of the other’s reply. Although initially irked at the reply, the nonchalant look remained upon her features at the constraints of the other as she asked easily, “Then where would you rather go люблю?” Dangling the words to Elise was easy, it was almost out of habit although truthfully Ivy herself did not know what love meant. To rely upon another was not something that came easily to her, especially with the vulnerability that came with it.

[daddyadkinks-deactivated2019070]

DATE: June 29th, 1:15 am LOCATION: Holy Spirit Bar AVAILABILITY: Open To All

There is a spark deep within his bones that blazes brighter and brighter with each minute that passes. Its tempting. Its hypnotizing. Its almost laughable. It is the beginning of god awful joke. A dead king has risen and sought aid at the altar of a god. Lazarus would be rolling over in his grave right now… again. Yet, the arch of Dante’s spine curved into a smile and his negligence peeled away as a single, echoing voice promises power like a foolish man dangles meat to an unfed wolf. Does he not know that the wolf will chomp the arm to bits along with the uncooked meat? If the man persists to offer the meat knowing the wolf is ravenous, however, than it would be unwise of the wolf not to swallow it. So, he does. He will allow the omnipotent voice to brush over the shell of his ear and deliver his temporary laws. In the end, a king will always perish while god lives on.

A deal has been struck, though, and it beckons him to rise as well. He deserts his seat high above the pits and behind lock doors to be seen. The maker has been washed anew, and he finds his heart can burn like fire with renewed purpose as he sweeps through the door of a bar frequently populated by saints and men alike. His eyes glittered as the shadows danced over his face, making him look even more dangerous than he was. “Whiskey. Neat.” He calls over to the nearest waitress as he rest his forearm against the bar.

[ivycharleston]

She was bored. With the night still young, and a coy smirk upon her lips Ivy had made her way towards the Bar after spending her time within the Pits, the blood of her victims streaked against her cheek and upon her arms. She watched with amusement as others danced their away from her presence, moving to the sides as she stalked her way down the roads, sensing the danger in the predator that was on her own lonesome. Or perhaps they already knew her from her infamy, the very reputation she had gained as being one of the Underworld’s most feared warriors. Nevertheless, she tilted her head with a larger smirk as she entered the bar itself, her eyes wandering over the various crowds as she allowed her powers to dissipate and to shadow over her figure to allow that she would be undisturbed as she chose what prey she could play with.

But that was before her gaze landed upon him. A feral smile upon her lips, she began to step forward towards the one that she knew intimately well; her fingers dragging lightly against his forearm as she took her own seat at the bar to hear the echoes of his command before she began to reply, “Make that two.” Perhaps she would play at a later time, especially when there was someone of interest finally for that night. “You look like you’re ravenous for the hunt, люблю.”