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AT MYRE GROVE’S HALLOWEEN EVENT; IN FRONT OF THE THREE DOORS. @calamitousstarters
he wasn’t sure that things were okay with him and najelon yet, he hadn’t really heard from the demon and it was making him anxious… but he loved halloween, and he was going to go out and have a good time regardless. adonis dressed up as a bunny and he looked hot, he always looked hot but he looked hot, hot tonight. “what door you thinking? naturally, i’m more inclined towards the pretty flowers of door number three. you gonna join me? i think you should join me.”
a handsome familiar face. she was certain she’d seen him with naj before; and being who she was, she needed all the information on who her loyal followers were tangled with. and so the man before her proved to be entirely more entertaining than whatever the faes had cooked up this time. tricks and games were something she wasn’t interested in; she considered herself far too old for that.
“i’m more of a cocktail kind of girl. pretty flowers don’t pose as an attraction.” she explained; a smile resting on her pink lips. she wore a dark red dress that fell down to her heels. she’d always choose elegancy over a tacky costume. “is there one that leads to a bar, perhaps?” her voice was playful and calm.
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disastramus:
shit she was beautiful. he hated that smile. hated how much he loved it, hate how much he knew everything she was thinking as she wore it. hated how much that smile brought back memories of the times she would wear that smile right before they would ruin the humans, before they would take whatever they wanted, when they ruled the world together.
my love. the words were affectionate, yet laced with poison. she knew that those words meant. was this a game? was she inviting him to play? “no easier a target than you, cheonsa.”
“they took from all of us.” a beat. “our loyalists. my loyalist.” he didn’t say those words lightly. he wondered how much freyja would hate to hear him call her his loyalist. but if nara caught any hint of his vulnerability, she would exploit every bit of it.
he knew how powerful she was. if there was one person he could come to, it was her. but some part of him wanted to hide the reason of why he cared so much to get freyja back. if nara knew he felt for another being, well, he knew how he would feel if roles were reversed.
“will you help me or not?”
-
she could never be a target; even if some tought her so, easy wouldn’t be the word to describe her; even her enemies, especially her enemies - they knew she wasn’t an easy target. and dracias - he knew it better than most.
but she allowed for this comment to slide. he did not need a reminder of her tough exterior, and even tougher interior. after all - he was the one in need of help now, wasn’t he? there was nothing more needed to be said or shown.
she only nodded; and offered him a smile. men and their ego - he didn’t take setbacks very well. not to mention - defeat. and he certainly was defeated, and helpless, if he had come banging on her door.
“nobody can take from me.” she wanted him to know - that there was no one close enough to her to hurt her. never had been. not even him.
she stood from her chair and walked closer to the man who’s back she would always have; despite trying not to. “let me get this straight - you have a...” she paused, using a hand gesture to better find her words; “ - a favourite toy, a lost lamb, and you want me to come fetch her for you?” she placed a gentle hand on his face; small digits tracing the outline of his cheekbone. “of course i would, my love - but why the bother is what i’m curious about. why bother for a toy? is she really that special?” her voice was low; eyes dark and following every movement of her fingers before they snapped back to his light hues.
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@calamitousstarters
location: Lolita’s Backroom
Peyton finished her shift put on a strappy little dress, not covering much but covering more than she had when she was on stage. She got a drink that the bartender had ready for her when she came out, then brought it to a table where there was an empty chair. The gamma wasn’t one to be shy about sitting with whoever she pleased. “This seat taken?” she asked once she was already sat, to at least be courteous enough if the person she sat next to was waiting on someone. “I’d ask if you’re enjoying the show, but who wouldn’t?” she smirked. She knew her coworkers were very good at their job.
-
nara wasn’t a big fan of interuptions; but the intruder was pretty; and she was willing to let her stay at the table she booked, if she proved to be as charming as she looked. she needed more than a pretty face to keep her interested. not many found themselves lucky to be sitting down at nara’s table, it was certainly a privilege.
her back dress wrapped perfectly around her frame, legs crossed, one sharp, black stiletto pointing high enough to reach the woman’s thigh, a champagne glass in one hand, her free one pointing at the direction of the so called show the brunette was spaking.
“is that what you truly call a show?” her lips curled into a smirk. “darling, this bar tries to impress with very little.”
disastramus:
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it was a dangerous feat, to dare to come this close to her ever again. it was a vow they had left unspoken, but they knew it to be true. after the ruins they had left across europe all those hundred years ago, it had been an understanding to separate – an understanding that two flames could not burn so brightly together, without burning the world down alongside them.
it was dangerous, not only for the world – but for them too. temptation to fall back into their old ways was all too inviting. but what other choice did he have?
“i assume you heard about the mers attack.” he offered, as a ticket of context before he asked his favour.
“they took something from me. something that’s mine.” he didn’t often refer to freyja has his. only once when him and naj had their fight. he didn’t say it out loud, but he thought it constantly. freyja was his. he was the only one that looked out for her. the only one that wanted the best for her. “and i want it back.”
“i need your help.”
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i need your help.
four words she never imagined she’d hear again. was she really his safety net? was her door still the only one he could come to? was she -
she stopped those thoughts from spinning before the grin on her lips become more prominent, dark eyes snapping to meet his light gaze. god, he was beautiful. even in his misery he was beautiful.
“and what exactly did they take from you, my love? have you really become such an easy target to steal from nowadays?” lips stretched into a light smirk; her words were laced with a dash of mockery; yet her eyes lacked any hint of an emotion; it would take a lot of someone, and something, to cause her discomfort, she was a hard woman to bother; and before she became a tiny bit indulged in her former lover’s problem, he would have to spill every detail.
maybe those mers were not to be understimated after all.
or maybe it was drac who was beginning to lack certain skills.
disastramus:
status: closed // for @llucidream
location: nara’s place
it was a painful feeling, to come face to face with the door of nara’s home. knowing that on the other side, not only stood the person whom dracias had thought for a good portion of his immortal life that she was the love of it – but also knowing how hard she was going to make this for him. make him beg for what he was going to ask of her. just because she could.
he knew she would know he was here. she would sense him. feel him on the other side of the door. so without knocking, the demon walked through the door.
and there she was. as perfect as ever, looking at him like she already knew what he wanted. the demon sighed in defeat, dropping his head for a moment to shove his hands into his suit pockets, before he raised his head to meet her striking gaze.
“nara.”
-
there he was. fallen down the trap door. felt the slap of love across his face - the permanent sting singing of all the reasons why he should and why he shouldn’t be here, and yet there he was. she’d be a liar, if she said she did not fall down the same trap door the moment she allowed herself to open up to him once more. she knew why he was coming; why he looked like a pup kicked out on the street. vulnerable, and begging - for a friend, for her.
“what can i do for you, dracias?” she turned her head to him from where she was sitting on her couch. a glass of wine in hand. she didn’t care for their kind; she only cared for herself. and selected two more. dracias was more than a war between two species; dracias was the only thing that could kill her faster than holy water ever could. he’ll kill her before any of her other misdeeds catch up to her. maybe this is some form of divine justice: the woman who takes all has nothing for herself, and when she finds something it’s bound to poison her. because quite frankly, it has been way too long since the moment she found that man; and now - he was nothing but poison.
so be it.
she could drown in it, without a goddamn sound.
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5348 The Offshore; afternoon with @llucidream
One thing Najelon didn’t understand was why his beloved mentor would choose to stay at a place so close to the sea from all the places available in the vast expansion of Calamity. Truthfully, it was a beautiful view, he only wished being so close to salt water didn’t make him want to take a nap, but if he was going to step right next to the beach for someone, it would be for her.
His driver took him to the destination and as soon as he set foot outside the car, he felt the inability to dissipate in case he needed to make a quick exit. Not because of her, but what lured right below the water. He glared at the sea with disdain before entering the building. Location apart, he awaited this moment with excitement and a warm familiar feeling that took over him the moment he saw Nara’s face again.
“As beautiful as ever, my Queen.”
-
nara always liked to play her cards right. she could rarely get outsmarted, even if she did not have a face of a genius. she was much more relaxed and carefree, than a genius would ever be, but her mind was working full speed. the reason behind her living by the shore, had come to the surface, now that the mer kingdom had risen up. she didn’t like to underestimate her rivals; espcially not ons who toyed around with salt water, but she was a firm believer in keeping her friends close, and her enemies - closer.
“thank you, naj. always so kind.” her lips curled into a gentle smile, as she allowed him inside her home. “and loyal - i trust.” it was a sudden jab. mild. very like her; she was sure it wasn’t something he wouldn’t expect of her. she liked to keep tabs on her toys; her little worshippers. she liked to know that they will be available to come to her at any given time. and one - such as now.
“what do you think of the view?” she asked; pointing at the dirction of the sea. “i’m sure you’re aware what lurks below the surface.”
sirenxsong:
Enzo chuckled when his eyes were covered by familiar hands, a grin spread across his lips at her playful words. Dante had already informed him that Nara was in the city, but Enzo was glad their paths had crossed so quickly as he had missed all of his Pantheon brethren. “The night’s still young, you know I like more wine to flow and sin to build before I give the people what they clearly want.” He teased thinking back to many nights spent in temples dedicated to himself, feasting on the sins of mortals as they worshipped his very name.
“Now what would it take to get you to join me Nara? Although truth be told I don’t think the mortals could handle our combined glory.” He teased playfully.
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delicate hands slit from his feaaturs and rested on his collar; he felt so familiar, as if it was yesterday when they would laugh and hold each other, relishing in their mesmerizing glory, feasting on the sins of humans - they dreamt it’d be eternal, everything they had back then, but what they had was slippery and it slipped right through their fingers and that loss had brought them now here. and here, was where they could start again.
“of course i would join you darling, need you even ask?” she leaned down to rest the side of her cheek aganst the side of his and look straight ahead at the souls dancing and chatting. “they could be ours once more.” it was almost a whisper; like a dream they both longed to hear, yet not spoken out loud in centuries.
her slender arm had wrapped around his shoulder; palm hovering over his chest. “i can almost taste it.”
“With the Devil’s help, anyone will betray God. Like Adam, like David, like every human who confuses being a favorite with safety.”
— Raych Jackson, from Even The Saints Audition
sirenxsong:
open starter || @calamitousstarters
If there was one thing Enzo liked about a festival, even one that wasn’t dedicated to worshipping himself, it was the opportunities to feed they presented. All the wine and delights flowing, music and dancing, it always created an atmosphere of desire and lust he could bask in, influence to suit his own needs. He found the perfect spot at one of the many bars set up under the open air of the night sky and took a seat, wine in hand as he surveyed the crowd. “I’m surprised to see the witches haven’t stripped naked to dance under the full moonlight yet. I thought that was a time honoured tradition for them.” He chuckled.
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nara had been gracing the festival with her presence; ever so effortlessly swaying through the crowds of witches; eyes scanning the crowd for a handsome face she would devour, or simply spend some time with; both will do. she wasn’t that hungry tonight. dante wasn’t anywhere in sight, her former lover either, only future and present ones, and well - suddenly there was enzo.
a former friend, turned brother, turned gone, and now back and nara, always wanted to be seen, to be known, to be remembered, and she cherished the bonds she had with her fellow brothers; dante being her closest. he had probably noticed her; even before she was near him, before she could reply to his cheeky sentence, but that didn’t stop her from placing gentle hands on his eyes; frame leaning slightly over him from behind,
“i don’t know about witches, but it’s strange that you haven’t stripped naked at the first sign of opportunity to do so.” she chuckled.
disastramus:
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dare he allow his mind to venture back hundreds of years? their surroundings were only unhelpful temptings into reminiscence of what their adventures used to be. lavish parties, expensive attire, top shelf liquor and souls to feed on – tonight seemed all too familiar.
“i haven’t changed that much.” he offered a half shrug. “can’t steer myself away from a night of fun – and feeding.”
her last questions fell short between them. he would not bite. he would not dare give into the woman who could make him fall to his feet for her.
“when did i ever believe in love?” he asked, as if his memory was wiped. as if hers was. as if he couldn’t remember what they had. was it love? or was it something else?
-
“oh, but you have - “ a beat. her eyes fell over the people around them; swiftly, before meeting his once more, “you used to have some taste.” she wasn’t aiming to wound; she was only stating the obvious. she believed he enjoyed more classy gatherings; more private, more exclusive, and that ball was anything but that. all kinds of creatures crowded the place like it was a homeless shelter and offered free food.
she was confident; always have been. there wasn’t a word he could utter that would even scratch the surface of her pride. her pride was bigger than the love she held for the man. he should have known this by now
“when you were in love with me.” her lips curled into a smile; sweet and plum lips stretched so genuinly upon her face, not a trace of malice, not a drop of vemon on her tongue.
@hxlfcrxzy dodger x nara
it hasn’t even been a month and nara had already found someone to take under her wing; spoil him, treat him like a little puppy who had the potential to lead a new form of fan club for her; she had the tendency to fall into old habits, and dodger was sweet enough; lazy too, which was pefect for nara.
she loved to have someone around who could fit her aestetics; who would look pretty on her, who had the same interests, habits - someone she could have mimosa tuesdays, and share a few souls for dinner with. her interest did not go deeper than that; she was a shallow, superficial woman, and she basked in that.
she was laying in her freshly made bath; a champagne glass in one hand, her other one adjusting the face mask on ehr face, that she did not need one bit, but loved the feeling of. two women sat by her; servants. one of them holding a fan, the other was adjusting a bowl of fruits.
“i like this one.” her free hand ran along the woman’s cheek; index finger going under her chin in order to force her gaze on the brunette, “ oh - wait, darling, did we forget to invite thomas to this? i knew we were missing a soul.” she spoke to her friend; thomas was another servant she hought dodger liked from their last spa date.
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status, closed — featuring Nara Yung Hee.
There was a time when you would be hard press to find Dante doing anything worth note. Not unless it involved some sort of sin and debauchery to add to the ever-growing list he had accumulated. Responsibilities were fleeting, sometimes he took them seriously, and other times— he didn’t. Often he fell towards the latter. Self-gratification was what he lived for these days. Things had been so different before Calamity.
Alone in his office, he could be honest with himself. He did love it here, but he was a selfish creature. And that stirring in him to go wandering again, was clawing at his brain. Dark eyes shifted towards the soft glow of a gem that sat on one of his displays. The soul inside it had been one of the first he’d captured. His gaze flickering to trophy after trophy. Gifts and pledges given to him during a time in his life when he felt the most — God-like. Some of his best times. He sounded like an old fart reminiscing on his prime. He was old, but not that old.
Shaking it the feeling he reached for his drink when the door to his office opened— sans a knock.
“How many times do I–“ words halted when he saw the figure staring in his doorway.
That oh-so-familiar smirk. The visage of a person he never thought he see again. Whatever chastising had been on his lips was quickly gone. Now Donte didn’t run. No, no he meandered about where ever he walked. But he moved from behind his desk with a quickness. Capturing both sides of her face and planting a pop kiss on her lips.
“ And here I thought our game of hide and seek would go on forever. “
-
they were children when they met. a vague memory of the boy who had been by her side for as long as she could remember. they weren’t children in the tradition sense; at least she didn’t remember ever being a kid; she had no childhood, no memory of it, only a father she would learn to barter for affection. if i’m good today, maybe he’ll favor me. but nara has always been like that. hungry for affection - and that is why she stayed by dante’s side for so long. because there was a time when she was alone, and so was he, and they only had eeach other.
she still remembered the last time she saw him. the night they parted ways. how desperate she’d been to follow him, because with him by her side, she knew she’d always be remembered. even when all else went to shit. because it did - go to shit. glory, and fame, and worshippers crawling up her back and trying to burn her to the ground. past lovers caught in lies and schemes and she might have been - a liar, an abandoner, ran when the knive was too close to her throat, but that was who she was.
she let it all burn, and went back to the only anchor she’s ever had.
he was easier to track, then she thought. or perhaps she’s just gotten too good at it.
“you’ve gotten incredibly bad at hiding.” it was only the back of his head she was looking at right now, but she could reognise every bit of his frame. had a familiar sense to it; she dared not speak of coming home, he was not her home - she belonged nowhere, and this land for anything but a place she could settle down at - however dante, her dante, was her strenght.
he moved quick, caught by surprise - of course. it was the desired effect; and she couldn’t help but smirk, and then eventually grimace at the wet kiss on her perfectly glossed lips.
“lipstick, darling.” she patted her lips lightly with the tips of her index and middle finger, dark hues locked on his; scolding. he never truly cared about things like that. so impulsive that one. did he forget how much she cared for her appearance?
she moved closer then, slender arms wrapping around his neck; pulling him into a tight hug. this was better. “that’s how you properly greet an old friend.”
disastramus:
he didn’t believe himself. it had created quite a few illusions for his own entertainment over the years – but this one had gone too far. he wouldn’t have cultivated this for himself. for reasons he didn’t dare to look into.
it was after she spoke. the velvet of her voice sneaking up his leg and then punching him in the stomach. like a snake she was. always had been, and he had been the one that tied himself around her.
he pulled himself together. if only for appearances. his eyes softened. going from wide to complacent. “nara.” he greeted, offering a gentle nod. “aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”
and that she was. for a while, the only creature he saw in the world was nara. everyone else was a pawn. a tack. in their evil little game together. his hand stayed in his pocket, because he knew if he took it out, he would touch the skin of an angel, and he might fall into their game all over again.
“six hundred, and counting.” he mused, raising his eyebrows for a moment and offering his champagne glass in a toast before he took a sip.
“so, when did you arrive, cheonsa?” or more importantly, what are you doing here?
-
cheonsa. an angel he called her; even when she was no longer one. some would say she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth - always god’s favourite, she could wrap him around her finger - a spoiled child, a demanding child - over flowing with everything, and always wanting more, more, more. she was never truly satisfied, there wasn’t a soul that would satisfy her hunger, never anyone to scratch that itch - she was always desperate for something better than this or that, and that something was never found in another being.
except dracias.
in him she found intimacy. closeness. trust. all of which turned out to be overrated.
she was never the one abandoned, never the one broken - only the abandoner, the breaker, the forsaker. he was the one that was now standing before her looking like he’d seen a ghost. and she fed on his reaction.
“mare few weeks ago.” an honest answer. there was no point of lying, no point to play games now. she raised her glass in order to click it with his own. “now, what would a man like you be doing here, humoring the idea of a valentines ball?” red lips curled into a smirk
“do you still believe in love?”