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@lunaferrous
Tell me--
--have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?
private, independent original character, LUNA BASQUERVILLE. ⛧ dance teacher, connoisseur--crossroads demon--sniper, hunter of men. ⛧ supernatural/religious themes present, heavily lore based. ⛧ adult themes present (21+), personals/minors dni. ⛧ contracted by red.
rules. ⛧ muse. ⛧ verses. ⛧ side characters. ⛧ bonds.
Luna likes to play with peoples' hair, yes. One, if she likes the person enough, and two, because Italian hand gesticulations.
But what about people playing with her hair? It's soft and bouncy, and there's just so much of it. You could comb it with your fingers, bury your nose in it, discover what hidden mysteries lie beyond (like how she styles her ponytail)...
She also loves a good scalp massage. She finds it very soothing, and it helps to relieve any stress causing her headaches. She might even melt at your fingertips if it's just that good.
☂
send me a...
☂ for something my muse wants to protect
Her peace. Or what she's settled for and called it 'peace'.
For a demon on one of the lowest rungs of the social ladder, she has it pretty good. She makes her own hours, sets up shop wherever she wants, and generally doesn't have anyone breathing down her neck as long as she keeps up with the demand for souls. She has freedom and independence--again, as long as she continues to do what is required of her as a crossroads demon.
If she were to slack off or not give them enough souls to meet demand, then she would be dragged back down to the depths in which they found her: tied to the stake, wailing and burning alive. Over and over again. A standard punishment for sinners, and one she would rather avoid for the rest of eternity.
Were it not for the measure of her sins in life--her cunning, her ruthlessness--she might very well have been passed over for the job like thousands of others. So she does what she needs to, so that she can continue to breath the fresh air. To secure her territory throughout the city. To take her dogs out for a run and teach dance.
So she can hold onto the little things in her life that still hold meaning.
@pvremichigan
Send me a...
♗ for a tip for getting my muses romantic affection
♖ for on of my muses guilty pleasures
♞ for something that my muse wants to do
♟ for something my muse admires
☁ for something that make my muse sad
☂ for something my muse wants to protect
♨ for something that relaxes my muse
Source: Deleted post by greys-isabel
♖ for on of my muses guilty pleasures
send me a...
Soap operas. Latin and/or Italian soap operas, to be specific. She isn't a longtime fan or a housewife (Hell forbid) who watches daytime television. If anything, she's more of a casual observer who finds the antics and drama of the characters on screen to be hilarious more than anything else. Job promotions, love affairs, evil twins--they have a little bit of everything that is absurd.
She also prefers Italian soap operas so that she can engage with her mother tongue, even if it's just passive listening while she's answering e-mails.
@mannequinentity
Send me a...
♗ for a tip for getting my muses romantic affection
♖ for on of my muses guilty pleasures
♞ for something that my muse wants to do
♟ for something my muse admires
☁ for something that make my muse sad
☂ for something my muse wants to protect
♨ for something that relaxes my muse
Source: Deleted post by greys-isabel
The way she took off her Jake’s sent a shiver up his spine. He knew what they were here for, what they wanted to do and yet he was calm, excited and determined. He had no doubt in his mind that they would succeed. That was made clear when she saw the look in his eyes as she cupped his face, so focused on her. “Let our inferno burn this place to ashes~”
He pulled her into a loving kiss as his arms picked her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he walked with her to the alter and gently sat her upon it. Dio pulled away from her lips and slowly kissed her neck as his hands worked to undress her. His touch was full of reverence and care, like she was the goddess he would worship here, desecrating this sacred ground by making it clear his devotion goes to only her, his beloved Luna, his true eternal love. Piece by piece her clothes came undon and where tossed aside, her body revealed and almost glowing within this holy place, his lips now kissed exposed skin, slowly making his way down her from, from her neck to her chest.
“Tonight I’ll savor you like never before~” he firmly gripped her breasts and kissed them all over, circling her nipples with his lips and then sucking on each while making direct eye contact, his crimson gaze making it clear just how meaningful this all was to him. He pulled away from her chest for only a moment to take off and discard his coat and shirt, top half fully exposed as he continued, now kissing done her belly and stopping right where her womb is.
He kissed that spot with such devotion, as if casting a spell to make a miracle happen, one that defies this place, that laughs in the face of god, showing that the love their share is stronger than the power of any god.
Dio gently opened her legs wide and kissed her womanhood, slowly, lovingly, giving it slow purposeful licks to both tease and excite her, to make her quiver as he slowly pushed his tongue inside and enjoyed her taste, doing this unholy act that was said to be one of the reasons Lilith herself was banished from Eden, with this he shows his love for his wife and also his contempt for the values of the lord.
"It was either be puppeted around or keep control in exchange for my soul. Since murder's already somethin' I do, it's nothin' that needed t' be said, so... Guess that's jus' the curse package."
Margaret, in the meantime, was lounging next to her and endlessly scrolling through her phone. Nothing seemed amusing at the moment, so she was at least humoring Luna for the time being.
"She stays quiet 'long as I keep the bodies pilin'."
Stay in control in exchange for what little humanity you had left. If there was any to begin with. It was a moral quandary that she understood all too well, placing the loaded magazine alongside the others inside her rifle case.
But she wasn't there to wax philosophical, the eternal struggle between what was considered good versus evil. She was more curious as to what was on Margaret's phone, brows raised as she leaned over inquisitively.
"I suppose so. Freedom always has a price. More importantly--is that a cat? What the Hell is on its head?"
It was going to be another hot one today. Ugh. If only the summer didn't drag on for so long, then she wouldn't find it to be so miserable, maybe even slightly tolerable.
Well, it was what it was. Even she couldn't deny the forces of nature at work, and she could adapt and overcome. And thankfully, she didn't have any classes today, so she would have the studio all to herself as she put her key in the lock, jostling with it as she was about to open the door and air the place out...
Huh?
She stopped, turning just enough to look over her shoulder at the sound of footsteps approaching. Not the best timing for her, considering that she was in her dance clothes. Light sweater, leggings, ponytail that was slightly askew--but, no matter. She could put on her game face and act cordial, enough to see what they wanted before ducking back inside and putting the AC on full blast.
"Can I help you? We don't have class on the weekends, so I'm afraid you'll have to come back if you want to register."
"I dunno. The dumb rabbit attached to me ate it, so... It's prolly worth a corn chip at this point or whatever."
That much she'd tell Luna for free!
She quietly regarded Margaret, giving a wayward glance in her direction before returning to the task at hand, pressing the bullet down into the magazine as it locked in place.
"I keep hearing that, and yet shockingly no one has actually sold their soul to me for such a low price.
... If the rabbit ate your soul, how is it that you're still standing? Is it part of your curse?"
"Be honest. What do you think your soul is worth?"
built my walls so well so no one can get in but now i can’t get out either
He chuckled as she put her finger to his lips fully understanding what she meant even before she said it. “You make it sound like heaven on earth, I look forward to it, thou I feel simply turning off your phone would be enough~” he chucked after she got another kiss in and cuddles her gently.
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It was almost time and they had infiltrated the church together with his beloved leasing the way. Dio couldn’t help but wonder just how long had she been thinking of this because she knew exactly how to get in, but he didn’t voice this instead simply saying “I’m ready~” when asked.
They made their way inside, a few cobwebs and dust but otherwise the interior was intact. “They sure take care of this place don’t they?” He commented as they made their way down some stairs and into the main room with the alter and the large cross overlooking it. “It almost feels like we should be burning right now…thou in a way I am~” he said teasing his beloved a she gently held her hand.
“Now my beloved, tell me..:how do you want to start? Tell me how you’ve always pictured it in your mind, how shall we make this house of god our house of love and pleasure?~”
She was only aware of the side entrance because she often used the high steeple as her sniper's nest, and slipping in undetected was better than arousing suspicion. It was a simple matter of convenience that served their purposes two-fold, walking into the main chamber as their footsteps echoed across the marble floor.
"They sometimes bring in cleaners, just to dust off the pews. Everything else has gone untouched. They care less about keeping up appearances now that they don't have the money for it." Look at her, still talking shop when they were here for a much different purpose. She looked up towards the crucifix hung up behind the altar, at the face of the son of God turning his head away and weeping like a lost child. What a joke. The God she knew was anything but humble, and deserved nothing but contempt for thinking of Himself so highly.
But that was what they were here to rectify, wasn't it? Even if this cathedral was no longer considered hallowed ground, it was about proclaiming themselves to be better than Him, both in spirit and in their devotion to each other.
She turned to face him, the altar just a few steps behind her as she shed her coat, rolling her shoulders as she slide her arms out of the sleeves before tossing it aside.
"Let's burn together then." She reached up and cupped his cheek in her hand, searching his face for any signs of hesitance or doubt. She herself couldn't help but feel a little nervous... But doubt was the furthest thing from her mind. Her eyes were soft and resilient all at once, knowing just how much they were tempting fate by doing this here.
And she wouldn't have it any other way.
"Take me to the altar. Take me there, body and soul."
♥
honesty meme!
♥ - Something they like about your muse.
"Not too dissimilar to what you said about me, but... You're kinder than you let on. And you give attention to those who need it. I almost feel like I shouldn't lower my guard, but I think we're long past that. Old habits and all.
Just don't start crying the next time we pour out a bottle of whiskey, and we'll be just fine."
@pvremichigan
♥ - Something they like about your muse.
*drops Tim*
honesty meme!
"Not only are you a hard worker, but you have a gift for music. And you're humble enough to still have a sense of self. Something I don't see often enough in musicians--they're usually obnoxious and whiny, and expect everything in the world to go their way.
Thankfully, I don't have to worry about that with you."
@dragontamer05, @dragonofthestone
