Valerie

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Valerie’s outfit: Equinox Festival

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oftragxdy​:

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Demitri rolled his eyes. “It’s not like I know much about you anymore, Valerie. It’s not that far fetched that you would have made friends with others.” He felt as if he didn’t even know the woman in front of him anymore. Did I ever truly know her? He wondered as he watched her move closer to him. 

His body stiffened. “What are you doing?” He clenched his jaw as he shifted his body so they weren’t pressed close to one another anymore. Though, her wrist was now hovering underneath his nostrils. 

What she said next was something completely unexpected. His eyes hardened as he lifted a hand and wrapped his fingers around her arm. He forced her wrist away from his face. “I think you know better than to offer me your blood right now, Valerie.” His fingernails dug into her skin.

I should do it. Put myself out of this fucking misery. He swallowed hard as he did his best to focus on something other than his own thoughts. “Who put you up to this?” 

If anyone had told her a century ago that she’d grow a heart and feeling it beating for someone else- she’d have set them aflame to watch them burn and cackle in the process. Yet, there she was, staring up intently at the one thing that had managed to dig deep beneath that onyx, sticky, depraved shell of hers to bring it to life. She hoped maybe he hadn’t forgotten - hope that crumbled, ashen, beneath his biting words. She knew he wasn’t himself. Hadn’t been for a long time and probably wouldn’t be - whatever had been done to him had changed him. That was okay. She’d lived through change before, she could do so again.

So she breathed in through her nose, out through her mouth and nodded at his tepid response to her offering, “you’re right,” she replied, quietly, “you are absolutely right.” Not something she would often utter from her lips but there they had it - she’d once thought she knew she didn’t need to explain herself to him but now - well, change.

“I should have done this better. Should have mentioned it sooner. I just wanted to surprise you and I apologize for the misunderstanding. No one put me up to anything, Demitri. If someone wanted you dead and thought it wise to approach me, they’d find themselves at your doorstep begging for forgiveness. It has been a long time for us both, I know. Allow me to explain,” she stepped back to give him room to process, not bothering to pull her wrist away from his grip.

“Try, if you can, to remember my devotion. I don’t know why - or even how - but you and I fit. Not that I am asking anything from you. Unless of course you need an outlet for rage and we know I can handle quite a lot of agony before I break,” she couldn’t help but smile at that notion, before her face fell back into a stern and resolute expression, “You bit me. That first night, do you remember? Screaming at each other on the balcony and then you bit me. I knew then that I wanted to be able to feed you one day. So I set out to find someone with similar ideals and the means to make it happen. We’ve been working on this nearly a year now, and we finally figured out the formula. It purifies my blood without maiming or otherwise greatly injuring me and allows a vampire to feed. He didn’t know whom I wanted it for, which was important. I know how private you are, Demitri. I also know that you’ve been teetering on the edge of a blade since the moment I returned. If I were going to offer you a way out, it would not be like this.”

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disastramus​:

status: open / @calamitousstarters​

where: equinox event

the equinox event was one that drac wasn’t particuarly interested in. he’d had his fair share of encounters of witches. a few hexes placed on him over his many hundreds of years. he found witches to be incredible beings, the power they emitted and held beneath their palms and tongues was something, he had learned over time, not to be underestimated or toyed with. he had made that mistake before. and now made keen effort to not piss them off entirely, when he crossed their path.

that didn’t stop him from disgracing the event with a bit of incubus energy. he knew it might be seen as a little disrespectful, and he might draw some unwanted attention (which was rare for dracias) to them with the amount of noise made from the incubi’s movements. he tried to make it quick, and gag the mouth of the other whom he defiled against the wall. speeding through the redressing of himself, drac stepped out of the shadows, allthewhile still putting himself back together. 

She could sense the cubi from a mile away - or at the very least - smell him. Dracias had become something of a toy she liked to dangle treats in front of just to see how much self control he had, and thus far - he’d proven himself a little better for wear than most would. She hadn’t planned on attending the Equinox, simply because it was yet another opportunity for something to go terribly off kilter but she couldn’t deny that she’d left her new beau in a bit of bind the last time they saw each other.

Dressed to the nines, as usual, she rested a hand on her hip, fingers brushing the handle of her flogger. She felt very reinassance in her black corset, hair done up in intricate braids and gathered at the back of her neck - she almost wished she’d brought a light frock to cover her shoulders at the chill of the wind but alas - she liked the way the highlight on her collarbones drew attention from those who dared to look. She stopped just as the demon entered view, hastily tucking himself together. “You know, Dracias,” she voiced, “I really hate sloppy seconds. You’d better clean that stench off you before I lose my breakfast.”

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oftragxdy​:

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“You could have had a secret friendship with one of them for all I know.” He shrugged his shoulders. He was glad that he hadn’t been invited to the wedding. Not that he would have. He despised both of the people getting married. He had, however, thought about crashing it. 

His eyes moved to observe her, and her attire. He smirked. “It looks good on you. As I knew it would.” He licked his lips and tilted his head to the side. “Smell different?” He asked, confused by the question. 

He rarely took in a breath through his nose. But as he glanced down at the hand that was now resting on his chest, he inhaled. She didn’t smell all that different. A little more… potent. Though, he didn’t know what it meant. “What does smell have to do with anything?”

“A friendship,” she mocked, openly and wantonly, “with them.” Never in her damned life would she even consider the notion. “The only vampire I bother giving the time to is you, Demi.” She rolled her eyes at the idea before dancing her fingers up his chest, and when she got her wrist close enough, she turned it beneath his nose. “Thank you, cel întunecat al meu,” my dark one. From the moment they’d clashed, at each other’s throats like two cougars ready for a kill, and inexplicably fell into a companionship there-after - she’d ached to feed him.

In the time before him, she’d never seen or understood how feeding a vampire could be anything but disgusting - and then he bit her lip - purely on accident - but it had happened. It was chance, meeting Zane, learning of his plan to create something to purify the blood of a demon enough that it would no longer poison a vampire - and lo’ they knew it worked, just not for how long.

“I’ve been working very hard, for a very long time, to find something that will make it safe...” her voice dropped to a whisper, eyes searching his, “for you to drink ... from me. And I’ve found it. So, Demitri, smell is everything.”

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leguin​:

summerybishil: was tagged in this oh so cute throwback from me and @halebofosho rehearsing for an @magicianssyfy musical and it warmed my heart so posting!

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chloescantlebury via instagram 

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oftragxdy​:

event: equinox festival

where: northside

who: freyja && open

Freyja brushed her sweaty palms against her skirts as she glanced around at the different booths. She hadn’t expected to be there, really. She assumed that she’d have to stay in the Dominion. But when asking a Demon to escort her there, they said yes. 

The loyalist felt like something was calling to her. Her skin crawled with an uncomfortableness that she couldn’t quite place. She had a hard time standing still; her fingers stretching and tugging at a string that had come off of her cloth dress. 

Her eyes caught on a stall that was selling what she thought, at first, were rocks. But when she walked closer, she realized they were crystals. She reached towards a purple hued one and picked it up. “I don’t understand what these are supposed to do…” She muttered to no one in particular. 

Valerie had missed spending time with Freyja. Out of all the loyalists in the Dominion, Freyja had become her favorite. Possibly because she was the prettiest one there, or she had potential to be something so much bigger - but all that would come in time, certainly. At the asking for an escort, the demonness gladly offered it. It was, after all, only fair that the woman get some time out from under the feet of those who barely looked at her as something worthy of attention. As she approached the crystals, Val watched, the violet and white lined stone humming underneath the glow of the lights. “Amethyst,” she cooed, smirking knowingly.

“There are said to be many different uses for it,” a soft sigh left her lips as she draped a palm across a lovely jasper, “it deals in dreams, psychic abilities, healing, and willpower. Some say it protects but I’ve never met a witch wearing amethyst I couldn’t punch right in the axe wound.” A soft shrug rolled across her shoulders and she lifted her grasp off the jasper. “If it calls to you, you may consider getting it. And I’ve own you a little gift for quite some time, I’ve no issue trading for it, if you like.”

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oftragxdy​:

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He hadn’t expected her to show. Not really. He had assumed that she’d find someone else to entertain her. Someone that would give her what she wanted, in all aspects. But when he heard her calling his name, he couldn’t help but feel pleased that she had chosen to come to his home. Even if she didn’t stay for long.

Demitri moved to lean against the doorframe of his bedroom. “Did you have fun at the dance?” He tilted his head to the side. “Were you invited to the wedding?” Demitri didn’t know everything about Valerie, which meant she could be friends with just about anyone. 

She glided toward him, her onyx heart thundering at the mere sight of him - the bastard could smirk at her and she’d melt into a puddle - not that anyone would ever know that. “I did,” answering the first query with a wink, she set her glittering handbag down on the table beside the door before clasping her hands in front of her. A scoff followed, “as if they’d be stupid enough to do that,” the second query waved away by the back of her hand.

“I hope you enjoy the dress you picked out for me,” she lifted the tulle and twirled, “I made sure my date knew it wasn’t a choice for him, if you were wondering..” now only an inch away from his towering frame, she raised her hand and placed her palm on his chest, “do I smell different?”

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Who: @oftragxdy​ - Demitri When: Valentine’s Day Ball (Past) Where: Demitri’s home

The flowing white gown tickled the ground it spread across as she walked, heels clicking into the pavement. It had not entirely been her plan to abandon poor Dracias to the wolves at the party, but when her lover called, she answered. Something Dracias and anyone else she decided to play with would certainly have to get used to an accept. She held a small vial in her right palm, warming the liquid inside with the heat of her skin. She’d be loathe to say she wasn’t brimming with excitement, but her manor and demeanor would not convey that to anyone watching.

The steps to his front door greeted her, and she them with a soft sigh of contentment. Raising her free hand to the handle, she hovered there for a moment, glancing down to the vial and wondering whether to drink it now or..wait. Fuck it. Uncorking the top with her thumb, she downed the glass and grimaced at the foul taste. A stinging followed soon after - flowing through her veins - but she withstood the pain because it was going to be so worth it.

Minutes passed before she finally entered, ensuring that her dress was lifted from the ground and the tiny glass vial was tossed to the side. It shattered as it hit the ground. Crossing the threshold, she smiled, “Demitri,” calling his name as if the very spring itself created it, “I’m home.”

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Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

As in, do I believe that God exists and he's plucking the strings of my life? Fuck no. Destiny is bullshit and shit happens because it happens. If I die, there is no where that I go. I do not have an afterlife. And to be quite honest with all the humans and batshit beasts out there - neither do you.

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oftragxdy​:

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Zane glanced towards the vial that Valerie held up in her hand. “But you managed to do it, did you not?” He wouldn’t have given her the task if he thought she wouldn’t be able to accomplish it. “And I could really do without the complaining.” Zane said, bluntly. “If you didn’t want to help, then you shouldn’t have offered.” 

He snatched the vial from her before letting out a snort. “Yeah. I totally know what I’m doing.” Everything Zane did was experimental. He never promised to get things right, as he didn’t always make something correctly. “How about you lower your expectations a bit? I’m trying to do something that most would think impossible.” It might be impossible. Zane thought to himself as he turned towards the safe he kept behind a picture. He unlocked it and pulled out the contents to make the potion. 

“Fine, I suppose.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Harley and I…” Zane paused as he set the items on the counter. “He changed species… several times. He’s a vampire now.” He grabbed a bowl and set it down  in front of him. “It was weird for a while but… we’re fine now.”

“I’m not complaining, Zane, you know me better than that. I’m merely giving you the tale of my exploits to get a tiny ass vial of water.” She smiled sweetly, settling back in the seat as he began to work. One leg tossed over the other, the tip of her pointed toe moving up and down impatiently - it had become a sort of nervous tick as of late - at the mention of Harley, she raised a brow.

“A vampire! My that boy gets around. I swore I saw him at that club...what is it called...Hypnos! Yes. He was there, dancing. I asked him why the owner put him in a cage and he said something about losing a bet. I dunno.” She stopped, digging in her bag for a drink, before settling back again, “I know what you mean by weird. My vampire is acting ... awfully unlike himself. Does Harley know you’re doing this?”

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disastramus​:

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his eyes traced over her, bottom lip being bitten down on while he looked her up and down. until his bite with broken by the chuckle leaving his lips. “i mean – yes, it usually does.” he couldn’t deny it, nor could he deny the influence his incubi power had on those susceptible. but that resistant smile only widened at her words. 

he leaned back against the seat, offering only a gentle shrug. as her own body mirrored the same, her heel hooking the chair, drac’s eyes followed the stiletto. god, how he could envision those heels standing against his neck. he felt a lustful shiver venture down his groin just thinking about it. he didn’t resist the challenge, not even for a moment. drac’s eyes undressed her, his eyes returning to her own before he said: “i can try as hard as you want, darling.” 

just as her question hung in the air, the bartender placed refreshed drinks down beside the pair. it was a service made abundantly clear to all staff. never allow his drink, or whomever he was with to go empty. “any night you come in here is lucky.” for me.

The demoness was no stranger to the cubi - in fact, she often flocked to them because she was certain that if she hadn’t been gifted with wrath, she’d be a succubi. Then again, living as if every day was the last was something she would always abide by. His gaze did not penetrate her armor, but it certainly fueled that little tickle in the back of her mind that warmed her down to her core. It was the cerulean in his eyes that did it - and perhaps the fact that his visionary undressing was obvious to everyone in the room.

As the drink was set down beside her, she barely glanced it’s way, preferring instead to focus on the ocean hues for a moment longer. To tease, or at least discern what he might think would happen if she invited him over. And yes, she did want to get him on his back so she could press her heel into his neck and make him beg for more. But that was later. Hopefully not much later, if she were being honest.

“You know,” she paused to sip the drink, “I adore being worshiped but if you don’t stop staring I might have to revert to another one of my kinks - and I’m not sure how your patrons might react to me riding you on the floor. Or better yet - watching you plead for me to stop.”

“What is your name, gorgeous?”

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oftragxdy​:

anywhere, neutral territory.

“Ah. What a compliment that was, but no.” Tenaya smirked as he shook his head back and forth. “My brilliance was not the one used in the Commander’s recent dramatization. Though… props to whoever it was.” He licked his lips as he pondered in thought. “Whoever it was managed to hack almost every device.” A pause. “I say almost because only a couple of my computers were affected.” He let out a laugh. “But it was a good show, nonetheless.”

@calamitousstarters​

“I knew my spidey senses were tingling in the right direction. They have a habit of picking the smartest person in the room,” Val beamed, leaning forward just so she could get a good look at him, “So you didn’t have anything to do with riddles? Pity. I was hoping you could teach me some tricks. I’ve always loved a good puzzle but I’d love to create one for a friend and well -I am lacking some inspiration.”

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hxlfcrxzy​:

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Kia? He tilted his head to the side at that revelation, an eyebrow raising at the same time, lips pursing in thought. “That’s what this is about? Kia? My beautiful Kia?” He wasn’t aware the two of them were so close, although, there was a lot Lan didn’t know about Kia, nor had he really taken the time to find out. He knew of the unfortunate fae he was dating and that was about it. As far as Lan was concerned, he should be the only important part of Kia’s life…but now he was having to share him with another demon. Outrageous. “Did he…send you here? Oh! Did his little squeeze send you here? Trying to make good on his threats but not actually coming to do the work himself.”

Before he had chance to say anything else, the hellfire was being thrown straight at him, a rabbit in headlights moment as he thought quickly, stepping to the side with enough haste for the flames to glaze his shoulder. He gritted his teeth, balance momentarily thrown off as he moved a hand up to his shoulder, flinching at the feeling of the burn. He tutted, and let out a long sigh. “Really Val? This is how we’re doing this?” Already the skin around the burn was beginning to reform, smoke dancing around from his bicep to the edge of his neck as he dug into his soul reserves to heal. If this was how she was going to play, so be it. He had plenty of souls stocked up.

“Guess you’d better try again baby.”

There were those in the demon realm that knew damn well who was on the do not touch list. Valerie hadn’t become what she was by being tame and discussing anything. Unfortunately, she’d been gone just a bit too long that it appeared some had forgotten. The twisted enochian bled from between her pointed teeth, “do not call me baby,” the hit didn’t land where she wanted it to but that was fine, he still had to dig deep and heal himself. Her centuries left her well of souls nearly endless, and it helped that she had a few more on the payroll.

“Were we supposed to talk about it, Lan?” Valerie was a child of Abaddon - and Abaddon did not work out their problems with therapy sessions and bullshit - they destroyed everything. And she wasn’t about to give up her role as the prodigal daughter. She drew in deep, dug into her souls and lifted out her battle armor - something she usually preserved for fights with angels and nephilim but this called for it. She knew Lan wasn’t going to go down easy. Sneaky fuck. The fire that dripped from her claws formed itself into dual axes, and with that followed a twisted grin. “I am going to tear you to pieces. Kia is not yours.”

With that, she lunged forward, her war-cry a guttural thing. The axe in her left hand swung down, while the other swept upward with the intent of lodging the first into his neck and the other into his groin.

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disastramus​:

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Since the events only days prior, capacity at the Eye was few and far between. Consoling, he supposed. What a dreadful thing. To care, so much. All he cared about in this moment was the amount of tight asses in seats, making him money and appeasing his eyes. It’s the least they could do, with him having to be here so much more while business was flying. Typically, he would leave it to the manager to handle. But, c'est la vie, if you want something done right, do it yourself.

He noticed, how could he not, the woman who entered the Eye, commanding the room as she walked. Her hips swaying, head strong, sitting on what he assumed she figured a throne by the way she owned it. He stared with ease, unafraid of her to catch his eye, hoping, if anything. Unsurprisingly, dark eyes met dark eyes, Dracias walked over in his suit, taking a drink of his beer and putting on the counter as he met her. “Of all the gin joints, in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine..”

In the past few months, Val had found herself in very compromising positions - and none of them were fun. First, the bastard nephilim, then, Demitri and his..confession, then the play. It was all getting a bit too serious for her tastes. Her palate needed to be cleansed and a bar was just the right place to do it. A change of pace, of scenery, of - he was a smooth talker - but she didn’t fall for things like that. Once upon a time, about five hundred years ago, maybe. The suit was a nice touch but if she were being wholly honest with herself, it was his eyes.

They were fucking captivating. “Does that line usually work for you?” She lent back, elbow over the seat, hooking her heel into the rim of the chair. “I mean, with the suit and the face, it makes sense that it would but-” she pulled the cherry from her drink, plucked it off it’s stem between her teeth and smiled around it, “you’re going to have to try a lot harder with me.” The only thought in her mind was how he might look in a corset made of rope - pretty. Maybe with a little bit of blood dripping down his chest. “So, you must be the owner. It’s my lucky night, isn’t it?”

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Loc: Sinsation Who: Zane @oftragxdy​ When: Pre-Event It felt like they’d been working on this for a bloody century - and maybe, this time, it might actually pan out. Due to Valerie’s unfortunate second run in with the Nephilim, their experiments had been put on hold. Now, she was back, and damned ready to be done being poisonous to her vampire. She stepped up to the back of Zane’s booth, lifting a vial from her pocket. “I want you to know,” she uttered, “getting the water from that damn magic tree was almost fucking impossible. I had to convince a demon to convince a vampire to convince a fae to spell a human just so they could walk the grounds without dying-” she assumed Zane didn’t give a damn how it happened, just that it had, “I hope you know what you’re doing because if not I have friends that will rip you to shreds if I die.”

Presenting the vial, she took her usual seat on a rickety chair, and rolled up the sleeve of her shirt. These tests weren’t just for her and Zane, of course - there were many demons who liked the idea of being able to feed a vampire but - she wasn’t about to go spilling secrets to just anyone. “How have you fared since my disappearance, Z?”