we drank the water.

[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.

[spookiesmausoleum]

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

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[lunaferrous]

♖ 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

[le-immorte]

[spookiesmausoleum]

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

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[diotheworldus]

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.

[lunaferrous]

The kiss was everything she wanted and more, sighing into his lips as if to fill the silence. It was just the two of them, in the hall of this grand cathedral that had fallen into ruin, silent as the grave save for the rustling of clothes, and her going back for one kiss after another before he turned his attention elsewhere.

She sat back on the altar, helping him undress her as she slid her arms out of the sleeves, hooking her legs around his waist, her toes tugging at the hem of his trousers. She wanted to be patient, to draw out the moment for as long as possible, but the fire in his eyes was unlike anything she had ever seen before. It wasn't just hunger, but love and devotion, and she wanted to see it all, to burn it into her memory, looking down upon him and breathing heavily as he sucked her breasts.

Then he moved lower, down the length of her body before he stopped at her belly. He kissed her there, her legs still cradling either side of him, the realization suddenly dawning on her what it meant. This was his way of praying for a child, of showing complete reverence to her as one would the Holy Mother. It made her heart swell, made all of her doubts and uncertainties disappear if only for a moment as she held him there, combing her fingers through his hair.

He tossed her head back, her voice steadily rising in volume as he buried his head between her legs, her fingers still tangled in his hair. Moaning unabashedly without spilling over all at once--no, she wanted this to last. She wanted them to defile this place, to desecrate the altar, to make it their own. If there was any trace of God left in these halls, then they would drive Him out.

"Dio... Y-you're... You're doing so well, a-ah!... Mia tesoro..."

[smilingwrxith]

"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'."

[lunaferrous]

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?"

[lunaferrous]

[lunaferrous]

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."

[smilingwrxith]

"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!

[lunaferrous]

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?"

[lunaferrous]

"Be honest. What do you think your soul is worth?"

[latinamamii69]

built my walls so well so no one can get in but now i can’t get out either

[diotheworldus]

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.

————

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?~”

[lunaferrous]

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."

[lunaferrous]

♥

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

[lunaferrous]

 ♥ - 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

[lunaferrous]

Does Luna hate the summer heat? Yes.

Does she still wear her business suit/hunter clothes when temperatures are at an all-time high? Also yes. Because looking sharp is a must. But sometimes she plays it fast and loose, unbuttoning her collar and pulling her tie down from her neck.

Next thing you know, she'll be letting her hair down and hanging her coat around her shoulders, just to feel the breeze. (What a slut.)

(She also still wears sweaters while dancing, but they at least make them in lighter, more breathable material, so she can manage.)

[lunaferrous]

Luna has had an extensive roster of clientele over the years. Most them of either stemming from or wanting to be part of the upper crust of society, before it all came crashing down on their heads (with or without her help).

Bankers. Stock brokers. Doctors. Lawyers. Politicians. People with high ambition and little to no morals, who either need help navigating the playing field or the resources to bring others over to their side. Both of which she can provide easily enough through a soul contract, and through her own wisdom and experience if they actually listen to her. She doesn't advertise it, but she was a minor noble in her past life and knows what it means to observe, to smile and preen, to hold her cards close to her chest until the time is right, and to throw her enemies to the dogs (literally, in her case).

Now she may get along with some of her clients, their conversations feeling less like pulling teeth and actually like a proper exchange between a meeting of the minds. She may actually start to enjoy herself. But even so, she will not consider a client to be her equal. Not only because of the power imbalance that's already in place due to the contract, with her marking them for death and hunting them down in ten years time. But because they're mortal, and are bound to die anyway. Their time will always be short, whereas she will live on long after they're dead and delivered their soul down to Hell.

... There was only one client who she considered someone close to her equal. Or the very least, someone to close her. A boy who wanted to save his mother, only to lose her after his family was torn apart. He needed a lot of help along the way, looking up to her for guidance probably more than he should have... And yet, she facilitated it. She groaned and sighed, and still encouraged him nonetheless.

Anton would have grown into a fine young man, with a promising career as a concert pianist--had she not killed him and taken his soul, all before his eighteenth birthday. He deserved so much more, and yet she was duty bound by their contract... Something that she still regrets to this very day.

Never again. To her, a client is just another person with a target on their back, a dead man walking, and nothing more.