remnants of decay +

“Even as a child, he had preferred night to day, had enjoyed sitting out in the yard after sunset, under the star-speckled sky listening to frogs and crickets. Darkness soothed. It softened the sharp edges of the world, toned down the too-harsh colors. With the coming of twilight, the sky seemed to recede; the universe expanded. The night was bigger than the day, and in its realm, life seemed to have more possibilities.” + the apollo (archetype). + kappa alpha mu president. + leads the lords of deadwood. + occult black market dealer. soul points: o points.

[macaulay-mott-blog]

llnnx‌:

* ╱ 𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖝

●︎ when: april 22nd, 2019 ●︎ where: the black manor, deadwood on lotus night ●︎ with: @macaulay-mott

like a deer caught in the headlights, valentino widened his eyes big and doe-like, heart skipping a beat upon hearing the macaulay’s replies. he couldn’t unchain his gaze from the other, suddenly feeling as if he was stripped naked, vulnerable for the vultures to pick onto. he was a drunken mess yet it seemed macaulay could clear his mind out of it’s drunken mischief. almost. his lips puckered instantly at the fleeting kiss and his head kept leaning forward after the other had separated from him. “that’s a hard mission to accomplish…” something told him he should not have those words or act like the all knowing jackass he tends to be but did he listen? of course not. attempt to humor the other aside, he did keep his voice low, soft-spoken and noninvasive. gazing into macaulay’s eyes was scarier than having the premonition of valentino’s own death, because dying was easy, but living without him was impossible. he let his hands slid further down against his shoulder as if the gesture was meant to warm his boyfriend up. the manor was perfectly conditioned and warmed up but still he felt a bit colder when macaulay spoke like that and the proximity helped.

he said i’ve missed you and i’ve hated you in the same sentence, and it stuck with him. if his heart skipped a beat when he first saw macaulay, it was now racing against itself, deeming itself to failure and all of a sudden he felt lighter - feather light - light enough to have his insides tremble even if his exterior was still stern and rock solid. keeping this tango with vivienne and macaulay wasn’t he wanted though, not in the slightest. he wanted macaulay open and for all to see, selfishly and compulsively as if hoarding the person the whole world wanted to love. truthfully, he was hanging on a thread, only a matter of time before the other realized he can do better.

but the rules the world they live in abide to weren’t ever easy, and life would ever be the crossroad deal. he could opt for a careless lie and had in a past, but would that be leading a new chapter? it’d further draw a line between the two, an unbearable distance that would once day lead macaulay astray. no, he sucked in a deep breath, jaw clenched with his entire expression so visibly agitated. he gulped the last bit of whiskey down before speaking. “it’s her. whatever i say. however i phrase it, she thinks i’m pulling a shitty joke on her. but it’s over,” he huffed, shaking his head. it’s the truth, but it wasn’t what they had agreed on. the message he was sending across wasn’t all that endearing. he was fading into a coward of a man and that’s a trait he found distaste in the most. “she’s out of my life. whether she believes in that or not, i don’t care. there’s nothing stopping us. i’m yours, i mean — i have been from the moment we met,” his mouth remained slightly agape as he rummaged his disorderly mind for what else to say. then, a vicious idea sparked in his mind, one that would surely fire back but love was terribly blind. he shifted in his seat, leaning over even closer, “let’s go down there, right now. you won’t have to say a word, but maybe seeing will be believing. i’ll kiss you in front of the high priest if i have to.”

* ╱ 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐓

when: lotus night; april 22nd, 2019 where: black manor with: @llnnx

valentino lennox was the only person capable of destroying something grand over the course of a singular evening. none of this mattered though. not when the man looked at him with doe eyes and made him question his own rationale. mac within this moment sought clarity and that was hard to accomplish with his own seething jealousy coupled with alcohol consumption. sleepless nights and french low-tars turned the mott heir into a walking natural disaster and this love would surely be the death of him. valentino proved to be bad for his health and while he should get some help, the wytch was addicted to the many emotions his lover invoked in him. as the man spoke, mac eyed the man suspiciously and tried to ignore the humor behind the others playful banter. “while this might be hard to accomplish, that doesn’t mean it’s impossible.” he answered with a faint smile forming at the edges of his mouth. 

the blonde knew his own sentiments would cut his lover down but this very cold shoulder was much deserved. then again, maybe macaulay was being selfish? he didn’t expect the man’s breakup with vivienne to take this long. in fact - he believed valentino would call it quits as their trip came to an end and they’d make their relationship public. he was bound to feel like an asshole when he learned that his boyfriend had broken up with the infamous redhead. 

as the man’s hand ran up and down his side, he smiled softly and closed his eyes he soaked in the attention. the last thing he wanted to do was be an asshole the entire evening and all that truly mattered was that his boyfriend sought him out by the end of the evening. he was also thankful that his twin saved him from a very destructive touch that could have sparked a war between wytches under the church of night. as the other explained how vivienne was having trouble with the sudden separation, macaulay nodded with approval. “i’ll make certain she realizes that it’s over between the two of you. i just appreciate that you had the courage to even tell her.” he answered confidently as the air became thinner between them, the tension dissipating after the awkward exchanges. “i’m yours as well - forever and always…” chuckled the man as the other leaned closer to him and as the other confessed what he was willing to do for him. macaulay closed the gap between them and pressed a heated kiss on the man’s lips. it went on for what seemed like forever and he was certain that randoms were admiring them from afar. yes, this was a combination that would immediately catch the stares of their peers. “you don’t have to do that - i believe you. besides i’ll kill you if i find out you’re telling me lie.” he smirked in truth as he pulled back some. 

[macaulay-mott-blog]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 : 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗

as a man who uncovered his sexuality during his youthful prime, macaulay mott has never been afraid to embrace his deepest darkest desires. normally, such things were done in private and never spoken about on a public platform. then again, mac wasn’t someone who stood on the sidelines waiting for things to fall within reach. instead - he satiated his desires and lived his best life. experiences like this can change you, priorities will shift, senses will recalibrate, a new perspective will be born - if you sum all that, you get an awakening of the soul. 

the entire world treats us differently, like somehow changed. 

but the truth is, the world didn’t change - we did. we are no longer interested in superficial bullshit, we don’t feel like the rest of the people anymore, we don’t get offended by stupid things but we do get frustrated by reality. once macaulay learned to conquer this deep within himself, no one would ever kill his vibe and opened himself up to the “concept” of romance. yes, sometimes it was dark, sensual, and chaotic but it was overflowing with love, patience, and the desire to take care of someone else's needs before his own. 

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* ╱ 𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖝

●︎ when: june 15th, 2019 ●︎ where: local nightclub, dell rapids ●︎ with: @macaulay-mott && @tragicboyking​   ●︎ song: opps by vince staples, yugen blakrok

valentino and macalay had been on the dancer floor for the better part of the night, hips to hips, hands to waist, lips to neck, clinging to eachother to remain footed. beads of sweat started forming on every inch of him, but the exhaustion was shadowed by the adrenaline rushing through his body. like a human starved of touch. the air was thick with their combined scents mixed with the distinctive pinch of alcohol. their breaths were growing more unstable. out of the corner of the eye, he spotted jason, looking at the two briefly. drunk on his thoughts, he made the impulsive decision of cocking his head to the side slightly, gesturing for the other come over. the other had acted weird when he suggested he came with macaulay for the weekend, but he didn’t need much convincing either. so he decided to play a game with his brother, see what lied behind his cold exterior. and with pride’s  promise of a better tomorrow, laced with alcohol and bad intentions, it was the perfect backdrop to his plans.

[macaulay-mott-blog]

* ╱ 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐓

●︎ when: june 15th, 2019 ●︎ where: local nightclub, dell rapids ●︎ with: @llnnx​ && @tragicboyking

when he agreed to this trip to dell rapids to experience pride, macaulay mott was promised fun and the undivided attention of his boyfriend. they would explore this town, celebrating their newly established relationship while finding trouble in many forms. on the dance floor with his lover, the blonde was lost in the music and no societal pressures to hide his affection. yes, the relationship was once complicated by a woman that valentino was once seeing but this issue was easily resolved. hands gripped at his lovers waist, pulling him closer as his breathe teased the others jawline as he planted kisses along the man’s neck. tension was clearly thick between them and could feel his desire to be alone with the man rising. it wasn’t until valentino cut his attention across the room and his eyes landed on a familiar face. jason wasn’t someone he knew too well but he knew that valentino and him ran in similar circles. watching as the man was beckoned over, mac licked his lips and knew immediately where this was headed. with that his own smile grew as the two had talked about the “potential” of something like this taking place and with that he smiled in jason’s direction.

[macaulay-mott-blog]

llnnx‌:

* ╱ 𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖝

●︎ when: april 15th, 2019 ●︎ where: mott manor ●︎ with: @macaulay-mott

“oh?” he can’t fake his reaction, stopping in mid scrub as macaulay told him a piece of information he didn’t know of. valentino’s past was an open book. his romantic endeavors either were told by his own lips or in the form of whispers around the mill. he didn’t mind, less hassle for him. macaulay’s past hasn’t been deciphered yet. valentino tried to brush the thought away because he has been down this road; known to see a problem, realize it was too much to handle, and simply walk the other direction. the road of running into countless thoughts and emotions that varied from mindless denial to inexplicable loathing. he knew he could so easily fall back into his old self-destructive habits to dull the pain of being too much inside his head. “then may he quietly suffer ‘cause i’m not going anywhere. and neither are you… but on and off, you say? should i be worried?” but love is consuming. destructive. obsessive. and valentino was finding that out day after day. love was the small details of macaulay, the little moments in the day that he started noticing. love was how he sat on the couch, knees so close to his body so he could wrap him up with his. how he often raked his body from head to toe with his eyes, not very innocently, then when he saw that valentino had noticed, instead of shying away, he’d give him the faintest, sly grin. how he walked, head high, back straight, fire and power in his eyes. how forward he was. how brutally blunt he could be. that was love. 

his hollowed heart fluttered and he knew then he wouldn’t be turning back any time soon. even in a time of confusion, fear, desperation, macaulay could somehow lead him to a comfortable part of themselves. truth be told, the fear and overwhelming sense of failure in the valentino’s mind was constant, more than he’d like to admit, so strong his words couldn’t possibly live up to it. all he wanted was to live up to macaulay and the promises he sore to him. the feat was within grasp, he could taste sweet freedom with the other linked to his side.

macaulay came into the room at the perfect timing and he could easily feed off of valentino with no words exchanged. he didn’t want to lie, that was supposed to be past them, but the truth didn’t seem necessary either. it was cavalier of him, really, trusting in himself to know what’s best for macaulay, what he should and shouldn’t be aware of. he wiped his starry eyed look away before turning around to face the other, “a hundred percent certain. that was just lucius calling, you know how he is,” he speaks as he’s crossing the room, hurrying to macaulay’s side instinctively. not much explanation on his part, keeping the information brief so he’s not caught in a lie. he places his hand on the other’s waist, looming over him, “don’t worry, my phone will be off and for the remainder of our time together, it’ll be all about you.” the tone of his voice was smooth, a suave caller beckoning macaulay to lay his faith on him. 

that was how valentino rolled, always tip toeing along the lines of perfection, wanting every interaction to adhere to his flawless standards. even though he was far from such concept. planting a small kiss on the back of his neck, he goes back to getting ready for the night. he’d have to wear lucius’ outfits as the days progressed, which he’d need to find a logical reason for doing so. macaulay was anything if not perceptive, attentive to an extent, meaning even when one would think he’s not paying attention, he was. to valentino’s dismay, this may lead to a few slip ups on his end. putting his shoes on and taking the keys from the dresser near the bed, he has done his definition of preparing for the trip. he decides to lounge around in bed as he waited. his thoughts were racing, swirling with ways to start this new chapter in their romance. before tonight, valentino was used to keeping the best thing of his life a secret. it ate at him, desensitized his emotions to the point of no recognition. he never realized how much of a shell of man he was till macaulay breathed purpose into him. 

eyes glued to his lover’s form, valentino has a goofy smirk plastered on his face as he waited. he was high on an unknown force that’s changing his demeanor by the second. “maybe we’ll be able to try the thing you’ve been asking of me… my way of proving my commitment to you.” he left his words open ended, knowing macaulay would read between the lines. when it came to sex, control and possession was what he strove for. becoming submissive for his partner, well, that was a choice he has reserved only to macaulay. this feeling, bubbling inside him, this contagious tenderness left a willingness to explore where there hadn’t been none. he wanted to do all the things he has denied macaulay of. 

* ╱ 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐓

●︎ when: april 15th, 2019 ●︎ where: mott manor ●︎ with: @llnnx​

we try so hard to hide everything we’re really feeling from those who probably need to know our true feelings the most. as individuals we attempt to bottle our emotions, as if it’s somehow wrong to have natural reactions to life. unfortunately, macaulay never intended to keep secrets away from his boyfriend and to be fair, they didn’t converse so deeply often. when they did have such conversations it wasn’t about their romantic endeavors. when it came to the church of night and their university, everyone knew about the extensive reputation of valentino lennox and how he got around. these sexual escapades were all but carved into doors of stalls in the common restrooms and with that a smile shot across his handsome features. god be damned, he would not end up as an other etching into the metal doors of his university. when he sensed the man’s apprehension, mac paused and gauged the mood of the conversation. the information that the wytch felt comfortable enough to share made his partner anxious and with good reason. the tables were turned, valentino was made to squirm and it was nice to know what made him tick. “for the first time in my existence, i’ve committed myself to an actual romance. something that i’ve never seen the point in doing; especially since i thought it all a waste of time…” he answers the question honestly, wanting nothing more than the man behind him. “...that was until i met you. he was just fun, where you mean something deeper and more intense.” his voice is still a whisper, wanting the man to understand that there would never be a worry on his front. that was unless she failed to break things off with the infamous red-head that taunted him. 

for now he could accept the couples slowly “ending” romance; especially when he now understood how deeply interconnected the duo was. they were almost like spiderwebs, their strands and connections would need to be unwound and completely severed which could take time. achieving this the right way would create minimal blowback and would work in the boys favor. 

as the two separated and walked their own paths, macaulay wouldn’t let doubt consume him. valentino never gave him a reason to doubt and doing so would be unfair at this stage in the game. if the man said he was going to do something, then he’d trust in his word; while waiting for this whole thing to work out. yes, there were small white lies the other told him, things that macaulay saw through but never once called into question. the blonde just wished the other trusted in him enough to tell him the truth and not just a small fraction of these star-studded fables. as the other confirms their plans and valentino instinctively covers his own ass once again, he forces a smile too easily and nods in his lovers direction as he’s approached. “are you sure that lucius doesn’t have a crush on you?” teases the wytch as the other saunters over to him, hands instinctively coming to rest on his hip. these small gestures from his lover were intoxicating and he hummed softly as even more commitments were made. “tell me again how i’ve managed to get so lucky? i don't deserve you..” answered macaulay as the idea of it being all about him drove forth a smile. 

with a kiss to his neck, mac sighed full of content and moved away as he started to get dressed. carefully, he sauntered over to his closet and began to dress for the occasion. boxer briefs clung to his toned form, he reached for a casual shirt and tugged it over his head before stepping into a pair of comfortable shorts. there was no need to get dressed to the extreme with them about to get on the road and driving for hours the entire weekend. shoes followed next as eyes followed the other back to the bed and he rolled his eyes. how did he do it? look so damn effortlessly as he laid there waiting on him. once he fixed his hair, he made haste to pack a quick bag with the essentials before tossing it over his shoulder and entering the main room again. 

eyeing the man suspiciously as he spoke to him, he allowed his eyes to go wide with shock as the other made a very intense suggestion. never in a million years did he think that valentino would agree to such a proposition and he chuckled in response. “...you don’t have a damn thing to prove to me, val.” he answered as walked over to the bed, his hand outstretched in a come hither manner. “...but i won’t refuse your offer though.” tacked on the blonde as he waited for the man to take hold of his hand and go on this adventure with him. 

[macaulay-mott-blog]

llnnx‌:

* ╱ 𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖝

●︎ when: april 22nd, 2019 ●︎ where: the black manor, deadwood on lotus night ●︎ with: @macaulay-mott

inheriting a brittle passion for alcoholic vices of any kind, valentino’s seen with rosy cheeks and a grin from ear to ear only hours later into the social event. mingling and stumbling about wherever the night took him. what one called procrastinating, valentino preferred to call his wavering conviction as waiting for the perfect moment. whether this moment would come in fifteen minutes or two hours was what complicated his intentions ever more so. by now he has drunkenly told vivienne they were over, ‘finito, no more baby, sorry,’ he vaguely recalls saying at the end of his announcement. but he wasn’t positive she took his words to heart. of course after doing so, he could spot vivienne in almost every corner he turned, every group he attempted to interact with, she was there. though, to her defense, he could very well be confusing her for valentina. he’s never had a problem distinguishing them till tonight. it’s the melancholy gut feeling he’s been fighting with. it’s due to the guilt drowning him, the loyalty and utmost love he wishes to give macaulay weighing down on him. mix them with an open bar and valentino was dead man. 

displaced steps are taken to the foyer, the need for fresh air mindlessly pulling the man back to the entrance and it’s initial corridors. he was still gripping a glass of whiskey, not bothering to catch how it spilled with each unsteady step he took. he doesn’t remember exactly how he’s reached the open door but with a glance to the side, valentino’s put face to face with macaulay and the promise between them tugs at his conscience. he floundered, not knowing whether to call him over or settle into the seat beside him. he opens his mouth to speak but closes it not a second later, jaw clenched and eyes set and focused for the first time in the night. downing the drink, valentino makes the semi-conscious decision to close the distance between them, sauntering over and plopping down next to macaulay. putting his arm over the other, he comfortably settles by his lover with his winning grin returning. 

“if i didn’t know better, i would say you’ve been avoiding me,” the stench of alcohol coming from his mouth lingered in the air, yet he only inched closer to place a warm speck on the man’s left cheek. he wanted macaulay to make the first move, conclude their romance openly and publicly. they were the only ones present in the hallway but this was the most public they’ve been. the reality they’ve been waiting for was within grasp. “i’ve been missing you like crazy, baby.”

* ╱ 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐓

when: lotus night; april 22nd, 2019 where: black manor with: @llnnx​

normally, macaulay wasn’t this messy with his alcohol. he was very careful in his consumption and didn’t like how such beverages forced his inhibitions out the window. drinking took away his power of choice and gave power to his enemies, made his tongue loose. this was the exact reason that the wytch took all his business associates out for drinks; while he casually sipped on club soda. it was much easier to convince others to invest time in him, when reality was warped and their guard was down. sitting alone on the couch, mac rested his head and could see valentino making his rounds around the room. damn, he was so gracious and entitled. what made it worse was the flaming locks of red-hair that stormed through the crowds and followed around her “supposed” boyfriend. what a pathetic creature, he thought as he pitied the woman. then again, why was he any better? macaulay mott - one of the most successful upcoming wytches who was ultimately a side piece and was willing to commit murder to get what he believed to be his. clearly he was the pathetic creature.

unaware of the drunken man heading towards him, macaulay was pulled from his very vivid thoughts by the weight of a body settling in next to him. truthfully, the man could have done without the company and he only restrained his comments with the chance that his sister was confronting him again. admittedly, macaulay was surprised to see valentino at his side - the strong smell of alcohol radiating from him. the wytch winced as the other pressed a kiss into his cheek and made his sarcastic comments about avoiding him. of course he’d been avoiding him and for very good reason! what does one do when their boyfriend doesn’t really belong to them? it wasn’t like he could strike up a casual conversation with him, in fear that valentino would grow upset over the interaction. the last thing he wanted to do was tarnish the pristine image he’d concocted for himself.

“your assumptions would be correct…” he spoke with a sharp tone, one that faded too easily as the alcohol ran through him. a sober macaulay would avoid the man, creating distance between them until he confirmed the breakup was concluded. as the other continued to whisper sweet things into his ear, mac glanced over and allowed his eyes to lock with valentino. “i’ve missed you even more but i’ve hated you this entire evening…” he whispered as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the man’s mouth. it was chaste, enough to open the door and allow the man into his space while his defenses were down.

[macaulay-mott-blog]

* ╱ 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐓

when: lotus night; april 22nd, 2019 where: black manor with: @llnnx​

was he more paranoid than normal? it was quite possible and he’d never silence his thoughts in such scenarios. macaulay mott firmly believed that his mind was working at it’s best when he’s being paranoid. it forces him to explore every avenue and possibility of his situation at high speed with total clarity. most would label such traits as negatives but that’s because they didn’t know how to use them to their absolute advantage. already macaulay could see this afternoon being his downfall and after watching valentino from the sidelines, mabel was forced to interject and stop him from using his powers in an even darker nature. it wasn’t his proudest moment but the wytch almost reached out and touched a particular red-head with the tip of his pointer finger.

mabel captured his hand just in the nick of time and within this moment he hated his twin sister. did she not know that he was acting on a crime of passion? these actions were justified and he could solve all his problems by eradicating vivienne. all it would take was a simple touch and she’d turn into dust before the guests. oh. there came the moment of clarity, the reason she acted in his best interest and doubt their mental connection saved him. such an attack on a prominent wytch would spark a civil war and he wasn’t about to ignite that fire unless it was required. with that he banished his sister from his view and stormed off deeper into the crowds as valentino stumbled about drunk off his ass. maybe he should join him? reaching for another flute of wine, downed the red liquor and slammed the glass on the table as he reached for a new one.

this new glass he walked towards the front of the event and set down in one of the massive couches that rested along the corridor. heaven knows that he could drink his weight in wine and than easily fall asleep here. those who tried to spark conversation with him would be ignored.

[macaulay-mott-blog]

llnnx‌:

* ╱ 𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖝

●︎ when: april 15th, 2019 ●︎ where: mott manor ●︎ with: @macaulay-mott

he bites his tongue at the mention of a threat. they had much to confess, to surrender. he wished instead to go back to the first night they had spent together. he remembered it had brought him great anguish not being able to whisk the man away from the rest of his inner circle. valentino had waited all night to speak to the mac alone, a seemingly small feat. but knowing valentino meant being aware of how much he hated social spectacles. but upon looking at mac, he found a beacon to cling to and has possessively taken upon himself to know every inch of the other. and so he’ll stand by the man’s side, wait for his call. even a man as selfish as valentino can understand macaulay’s meant for more than petty affairs their crowd insists in meddling in. “and i’ll be sure not a hand will lay on you.” if the church were to find out about the lords, a revolution hiding right under their noses, would valentino uphold the loyalty he has so desperately clung to all these years? no, their story would not end in regret and betrayal. it would end with blood and soil, brother against brother if it meant securing macaulay’s well-being.

the very thought was insatiable, ludicrous, but the curiosity was more prominent. it left a taste of glory on the tip of his tongue, to know truly how deep his own affection went. valentino’s macabre state of mind was proof to himself he meant every bit of his words. no longer a false prophet, instead a vengeful follower, and macaulay was the religion and god he’ll follow till his last breath. that’s the charm of being young and in love; sweet corruption. “that’s how it’ll always be from now on. i’m not going anywhere.” he confesses. if he added anything else the moment would’ve been spoiled. in his mind, that was the only explanation. no way around the unnatural pull that has shifted the two towards one another. though there are demons, very persuasive demons, possessing the traitorous man when his brothers were concerned. valentino was still judgmental and uncaring, the list of people he’d lend a hand to has been non-existent till macaulay which to him made it all the more dangerously extensive. “that’s fine with me. but if they’re jealous now, wait until they see my arm around you,” he cocked a brow at the other, a smirk playing on his lips. he’s content to know mabel holds him in a positive light. the reason he was unsure on, but he wasn’t about to complain. 

moans of macaulay’s only made valentino harder against his hipbone. the palm of his hand that rested against the man’s hip drifted back to the lowest part of macaulay’s back to hold the man possessively. his fingers remained sliding in and out of his hole and he didn’t need macaulay to moan, or whimper, or utter a word to know that he was like a vice around him. 

their ‘i love yous’ sealed the intimacy and he felt untethered to the world. finally. he fell into a comfortable haze as their lips collided and there was no telling where this would lead to. he knew if they spent one more minute in the shower, their rendezvous to the cabin would only happen the next morning. he still fell deep into the motion, kissing macaulay with passion and force driving his emotions. swollen lips of his tortuously slowed themselves down to tug at the macaulay’s lips with his teeth. “c’mon, let’s get washed up and pick this back up once we reach to maitland,” he decided for the two, bringing the shower loofa back to scrubbing macaulay down. he was in hurry, but his hand always soften towards macaulay. valentino has never had this before, this entitlement he felt over another. he would need to thread lightly, not obsess over the man’s every choices and movements. the lennox men were once known throughout the community due to the predatory gleam in their eyes. his grandfather was a crook, and his father a belligerent shell of a self-possessed scholar. the church filled their carnal necessities, but their damage characters remained. still, they might not have the world’s riches and secrets but everything they have ever let go has claw marks on them. 

he left macaulay to himself, stepping out of the shower and picking up a folded towel by the sink. patting himself, he was drying his hair as he walked back to the mac’s room, grabbing his boxer he had thrown over the bed. sheets were thrown about, wrinkled after a night well spent. stretching his arms, he saw his phone light up with a message present. he’s alerted by vivienne’s name printed on the screen and a flood of annoyance and regret fills his mind. he made a decision, not an inch of doubt in his mind. but perhaps underneath his swagger, lied a sensitive man who felt for his disloyalty towards both parties. shaking his head in denial, he grabbed the device swiftly and promptly, unlocking it and taking measured steps in blocking and deleting the messages from his past. he stared absentmindedly into the distance for what felt like an eternity till macaulay came in the room.

* ╱ 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐓

●︎ when: april 15th, 2019 ●︎ where: mott manor ●︎ with: @llnnx​

the wytch wanted to believe that valentino would honor his word and stick by his side. the olive-skinned man never gave him a reason to cast doubt but his own insecurities boiled over to the surface. maybe his own isolation had ruined him? creating self-doubt that was impenetrable and couldn’t easily be cast to the side. pushing aside the countless trust issues, the cobwebs, and the dimly lit corners the male was willing to face his own demons. what his lover would never know though was the mott family demons ran deeper than any of them ever imagined. their mother described it like cancer, burrowing it’s way into the back of one’s mind creating an inoperable tumor that would haunt them even in death. it was part of their heritage and that was just a minor reason that macaulay crafted the lords. yes, they served as opposition to the church of night but the wytch also knew that something sinister was coming in his direction. hell. maybe it was already here? surfacing with the two embryos that would soon become mabel and macaulay. there was a some small family folklore that suggested that the man almost passed away in the womb, breached during birth only to be saved by his twin sister. that sparked their “twin” thing and since then they’d shared a connection that ran deeper than anyone could imagine. “no hand unless it’s yours.” he whispered, his tone thick and full with lust as the water continued to cast down around them, creating a warm sensation. 

as the other confessed that he wasn’t about leave him, mac smiled ear to ear with swollen lips. tongue raked over the smooth flesh, each word tickling his wet mouth. “side by side, forever and always. the sound of that is almost too good to be true…” he whispered as he let the other man sit in the weight of his other sentiments. it only took a moment for him to find his words and he smiled again as the other made a joke about the others being jealous. “one of them is not gonna be fond of you. given our history and the fact that we’ve been off and on for years. it also didn’t help that i told him that i wasn’t relationship material…” he spoke with a chuckle as he thought differently now that he was with valentino. no wonder the other lords thought the man was playing games with their fearless leader as it created concerns. mabel while she was fine with macaulay dating valentino, she didn’t like how the boy strung him along over the past few months. with the red-headed twins involved, mabel could sense mac’s hesitations and his jealousy and those emotions were even more heightened now. 

valentino’s hard cock against his inner thigh drove him wild. it was hard to think about how they’d have a life outside the bedroom. their sex drive was intense and each round grew more intoxicating as they familiarize themselves with one another's body. being held made him tingle with anticipation, even more so as that finger continued to slide in and out of him. whimpering as the sensation overloaded his senses, mac knew that he’d never tell the man no. not when the other knew his body better than he knew his own.

thinking about how he vocalized his emotion, macaulay was scared to be brutally honest within the moment but the weight fell from his shoulders as he professed his feelings. if the man took his words for granted and made him look like a fool, then he’d make valentino feel sorry that he ever crossed him. as the male tugged at his bottom lip, he groaned as the other suggested that they wash up and pick their bedroom adventures back up at the cabin. it sucked but he understood the drive was a long one and that they needed to set out tonight; especially if they wanted to make it there in a reasonable amount of time. “such a fucking tease..” he whispered as the man reached for the loofa and began clean him. it was a gentle gesture, something that one would never expect from valentino lennox. admittedly, such gestures still surprised even him and with that he allowed the water to wash over his hair. brushing the moisture from his face, he closed his eyes and let the man show how dedicated he truly was. once they were finished, he stayed in the shower for a bit longer as the other excused himself and moved to get dressed.

turning the shower off - macaulay hoped this plan to be with valentino didn’t erupt against him. swallowing hard, he reached for the spare towel and dried himself as he walked naked back towards his bedroom. spotting val staring out to space, he gave an odd look and moved to his closet to pull out some comfortable clothes. “are you certain that you aren’t having second thoughts?”

[macaulay-mott-blog]

we’re like dead flowers

a “macentino” playlist

[macaulay-mott-blog]

acarnificibusvenari‌:

It festered like a disease in her mind, memories or night terrors, hazy like a static tv and always eager to fuck her over when she thought the day would open up to be something brighter; sharp grins that cut throats into red red red and a woman’s voice reminding her of how her life would ‘help mommy’. The mind was so fragile, the girl knew this well. on days when things like this happened, she made her way to a special bench in deadwood park.  “ It is a nice day. “ She finds her lips moving in answer though the tone was dull and her dark eyes stared straight ahead at nothing, it would have been rude of her to ignore him or tell him to go away as this bench wasn’t hers and another presence did soothe the pain if slightly.  

* ╱ 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐓

●︎ when: may 8th, 2019 ●︎ where: deadwood park ●︎ with: open thread

one could always sense another who was in pain, who was just as broken as them. maybe it was because these individuals endured the same torture? as the woman next to him spoke, he could sense the stoic deadpan tone that he was normally accustomed to returning to those around him. as a smile faded from his perfectly sculpted features, macaulay took in a deep breath and focused on the line of trees before him. eyes scanned the flowers around their base and noted their many colors as he thought about how to approach this continued conversation. should he shut down and return his focus back to the important work related business? or should the boy step from his comfort zone and check on a stranger?  

“what brings you out here, today?" he asked the woman, as he maneuvered in his seat and was curious to hear what the woman would give him.  

[macaulay-mott-blog]

goldendichotomy‌:

nature is crucial to him – a look at his house and garden will tell you that, but there’s something so distinctly different about seeing a place formed and cultivated by other hands.  human, sometimes.  nature alone in others, and it seems that deadwood’s local park is a collaboration of the two.  well cultivated lawns around him in the park proper, with small beds of flowers and great towering trees that offer shade.  it’s clear there’s a love in the park.  that’s why alec enjoys lingering here in the morning, seeking inspiration for something not relating to that wretched golden thing inside of him.  

he sits on the bench of his particular choice for enough time that he doesn’t realize someone’s fallen besides him until they speak.  it makes alec start, laughing at himself as he brings a hand to his heart.  

     “very nice,” alec agrees as he glances over at the young man, “spring is being kind this year, more warm than cold.  or maybe that’s my heart heating me up after you scared me.”  the last bit is an afterthought, a poor joke that he tries to make better with a smile.

* ╱ 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐓

●︎ when: may 8th, 2019 ●︎ where: deadwood park ●︎ with: @goldendichotomy​

nature reminds him of his twin sister and all that she’s able to create with her many talents. macaulay is the exact opposite of mabel. instead of warmth and growth, he brings decay coupled with a touch of death. maybe that was the reason that he found himself in the park after using his magic? he needed to recover from the gruesome after-effects of his raw talents and with that he sucked in a breath of fresh air. when the man jumps next to him, mac flashes a casual smirk and tries not to make a scene of the man. he was known to sneak up on those around him and the last thing that he wanted to do was further embarrass the older man.

“that’s always a good thing i suppose, even when there are times i prefer the cold.” he answered as a tasteful after thought as he glanced over at the man. yes, he was definitely older. sharp features and eyes that could pierce the coldest of hearts. without another awkward second between them, mac extends a hand in the man’s direction. “macaulay mott..”

[macaulay-mott-blog]

mabel-mott‌:

* ╱ 𝓂𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝓉

when: lotus night; april 22nd, 2019 where: black manor with: @macaulay-mott​

one cannot recall their earliest years with much ease. most memories one forms is from being told stories by parents, siblings, grandparents. piecing these tales together one is able to form a comprehensive story of their time in the womb and the subsequent years that follow before true memories begin to develop. ironically, mabel recalls every moment of those nine months she spent in the womb with her brother with eerie distaste. most of their early days together involved nothing more than holding hands and waiting to be released, yet the moment she lost touch of her brother is one that continues to haunt her. the way she felt his life slipping from between her fingers - almost literally - and she sensed his early form decaying before her eyes. while the twins were born early as a unit, mabel had forced macaulay from the womb as quickly as she could in an attempt to help save him - quite literally - from himself. looking back on these dream-like recollections she realizes now that it was his own powers seeping into himself, decaying him before he even had a chance at life, and her very own abilities doing what they could to counteract that destruction.

not only are twins emotionally and mentally connected in an uncanny way, mabel is nearly certain that their lives are woven tightly together in a way that threatens both of them if they let their hauntings bury too deeply in their souls. she has been hesitant to tell macaulay all that she experiences with mrs. speeder, and she does her best to keep the woman a secret from her brother due to his own horrors he keeps at bay. often, however, she worries it is because of this “upside down” as they have started referring to it, is the very reason she’s being haunted now. there has to be a connection, she’s just not certain where or how to address it - especially to him when he has so many other stresses in life.

despite the compliment she paid to her brother, his words have some effect on her and she clenches her teeth together in response to the image he now paints of valentino having any connection to his heart. the very heart that beats in tandem with her own. “is that right?” she inquires, taking the flute from him and tipping it at her lips, allowing the bubbling liquid to cascade across her tongue before continuing, “that he has such a firm grasp on you? a claim, even?” the thought of another person branding macaulay in such a way stings her, and she hopes their relationship isn’t as he describes. “i hate to see you like this.” 

mabel shrugs slightly at his question, unsure herself of why she decided to attend. “our sisters came, i figured i would tag along,” her words ooze nonchalance but hide the truth behind them. she came because she didn’t want to be alone at the manor; not after everything she has been experiencing. 

* ╱ 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐓

●︎ when: lotus night; april 22nd, 2019 ●︎ where: black manor ●︎ with: @mabel-mott​

hollowness: this was something that macaulay understood. the youthful wytch was starting to believe that there wasn’t anything that he could do to fix this. what he’s taken away from these countless therapy sessions was that the holes in your life are permanent. we have to grow around them, like tree roots around concrete; we mold ourselves through the cracks. the same connection could be used to describe his connection with mabel mott. these twins were connected since their short nine month stint in the womb and it was because of her powers that he stood here this afternoon. historically, men in their family were weaker and it wasn’t uncommon for them to suffer untimely deaths. thankfully, the twins and their connections defiled the very curse that haunted their family; which only elevated their empath connection and brought them closer to one another over the years. mabel and macaulay were truly the living reincarnations of life and death themselves and that power alone threatened such pristine hierarchy.

the only situation that could potentially threaten the twins would be their inability to discuss their demons. if macaulay knew that mrs. speeder was haunting his sister, then there would be an even deeper connection shared between them. then again, the twins were too proud to admit their nightmares to one another.

his words held such intensity for valentino lennox. the man was the sun towards his moon and that kind of gravitational pull was so dynamic. mac could sense his sisters slight jealous nature but he couldn’t entertain her feelings at this moment. not when his boyfriend was here with a certain red-head who was all but taunting him. “it’s pathetic isn’t it? since when to i follow around someone like a love struck puppy? i’m half inclined to throw myself from the balcony but chances are you’ll find a way to save me….” he answered with a soft tangible smirk on his lips. only the two of them knew there was some truth to these sentiments.

“did they really come to this event? how quaint…” he chuckled as he took a sip from his own flute. “did you bring a special boy?”

[macaulay-mott-blog]

caspiians‌:

    it’s caspian’s lunch break from work, after a considerably uneventful morning and only a few crazy fans, he is looking forward to having some time off. some people are unexpectedly stubborn when it comes to wanting to meet their idols, and it’s true that the syren learns something new every day. the importance of said information is up to debate, however, since it mostly consists of who dates who, which actor is in which drama, movie, or any other production. the knight used to have no time whatsoever for things like this when he was at nehallennia, but now it is quite literally his job to be on top of these things. which, unfortunately enough, doesn’t attract his attention all that much. so the knight simply treats it all as a job, knowing the ins and outs of celebrities, which ones are working at their studios and what not.

    it is somewhat tiring, so he is glad to have a break to himself this time. on his way to the park, he picks up a sandwich to eat alongside a cup of coffee, and settles on a bench to watch the serene afternoon scene play out before him. he has just taken a bite from his sandwich when a stranger sits next to him, and once he has swallowed the bite, he smiles at them with a nod. he doesn’t mind small talk at all, welcomes it even — there are too many interesting people on the surface, especially deadwood, so caspian doesn’t mind meeting new people.  "it is quite nice indeed — i always tell myself to bring bird food but i keep forgetting. not that i have an idea where to get it from, but —" his shoulders lift up and down in a shrug. “i’m new here, you see. but i’m enjoying the sights so far.”

* ╱ 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐓

●︎ when: may 8th, 2019 ●︎ where: deadwood park ●︎ with: open thread

it wasn’t often that he’d engage in such conversations with individuals that he barely knew. some would label this pretentious, while others would whisper the words: lonely. at this point - it was all a matter of speculation and mac wasn’t too scared of what others thought about him. especially when one considered the dark and miserable thing that he witnessed through his youth. as the man next to him started to speak, macaulay looked forward and refused to glance over at first incase the conversation easily went south. as the other made a smooth transition, mac chuckled in response to his little comment about bird food and nodded. “something tells me that any food market in deadwood would carry such a thing.” answered the wytch as he thought about the time he was forced to pick some up for his grandmother who stopped in for a visit and demanded such things from him. as the other clued him in on his new behaviors, macaulay smiled and gave a soft chuckle. “what brings you to deadwood? it’s not the greatest town around…”

[macaulay-mott-blog]

llnnx‌:

* ╱ 𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖝

●︎ when: april 15th, 2019 ●︎ where: mott manor ●︎ with: @macaulay-mott

“you’re right. it’d be more enticing to finish them off together.” a twitch of his lips turned his features comforting, more relaxed, less intense. the imagery of macaulay like this — self-assured, leading, ethereal, carved into his mind. memories were of the essence, valentino had to keep track of moments where he does right by macaulay. where they stood on equal footing. to a man who’d taken the easy route in every aspect of his existence for as long as he lived, taking the hard way for once, giving into the temptation of comfort, the buzzing bitterness infectiously spreading throughout him, felt well deserved. but once a habitual liar, it takes time to rearrange his psyche and valentino was still very much a victim to believing that many things he did not yet deserve, one of them being macaulay. 

he himself hated the vagueness his person entailed, being cryptic. the truth compelled him to repent, but the other would understand for the time being. there were not born from the same cloth, but they were unquestionably groomed from the same. their trip to lucius’ cabin could go wrong in many ways yet he was sure his sanity depended on it. as the water streamed from the showerhead, he towered over the other to trickle the water lightly on mac’s body instead of a full stream. closing the already tight gap between them, he ranked his fingers across the man’s chest and neck. he let his gesture translate and express his confidence in their future. he had to impress macaulay. for all the past, present, and future neglectful deed mac might suffer, and for a tragic tale before them. “it’ll have it all. promise.” he continued without a hitch, in a hushed tone even if the mott manor was only occupied by the two.

with each word, he was a step closer, not even aware of how close he’d gotten until he was practically cornering macaulay. a breathless laugh, the heat intensified and numbed his thoughts simultaneously. god, if the others could see him now. he was janus, acquiring multiple faces, most belonging to the emotions dealt by the ocean eyed man. his grin did falter a tad at the confession. not surprising, not really. for the sake of peace, and not ruining the mood, he simply nodded his head faintly. “i figured as much. though, it’ll take a lot for them to tear us apart. your lords are simply jealous, and i’ll be the best friend your sister has always wanted.”

the extent of his compromise, to understand even the elitist runt of pledges to macaulay’s cause. the man could have his suspicions as macaulay should, but valentino wasn’t bluffing. “nervous, no. restlessness to see what’s ahead? very much so.” never had valentino been so candid, wearing his somber heart on his sleeve and turning his devotion to self towards another. he was falling for a fatal type of love, leaving little room to breath and even less room for doubt. he had to wonder if he was no different than his father. struck by love so intoxicating , the rest of the world could not compare. still body to body, he grabbed the shower loofah from the cattie and began scrubbing beginning with the man’s back, then lowering to his arc, then further down to the crease of mac’s ass. his sinful nature got the best of him per usual, his finger slipping out from beneath the spongey fabric and pressing firmly against his ass. lust and love coincide so seamlessly between them, his next words clash with his prurient intentions, “i love you.”

* ╱ 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐓

●︎ when: april 15th, 2019 ●︎ where: mott manor ●︎ with: @llnnx​

naturally, macaulay wasn’t one to accept assistance from those around him. the concept was foreign to him and the male preferred to handle matters on his own; even with the lords at his disposal. it was only when he was introduced to valentino for the first time, that he could imagine a different world; one where he could make the very conscious decision to let others in and ask for their help. then again, the wytch always assumed that this new found courage would be his downfall. like a knife in the back, his new trust in those around him would ultimately bring about his untimely demise. “it sound way more enticing and even sweeter to speak out loud. you understand this could paint a target on our back, huh?” macaulay’s words were still sweet and concise but wanting to make sure that valentino knew what he falling into. seriously, like most coven’s - the motts - were normally as straight and narrow as they came. however - mac wasn’t a person who moved by the book and sometimes drifted out of normal comfort zones to seek out unconventional methods to carry out his plans. such plans that could easily upset the balance between the church of night and the very wytches who attended.

maybe that was the reason the two meshed so well? macaulay was no fool and it was very clear to him that the two men came from different social backgrounds. in most cases, it would be seen as wrong to date beneath his class. then again, valentino had a hunger that made him powerful in his own way; maybe even stronger than macaulay. all that was truly certain was that they both were perfect human canvases and nothing could separate them. the only difference were the embellishments that they’d required over time and those embellishments combined could make them one powerful entity. as the man moved into his space, his orbit shifted and the tension overwhelmed him. it was as if another planet entered his atmosphere, causing him to lose balance and send him down a path of certain destruction. oddly enough, this was intoxicating and he smiled as the man’s hands raked over his taunt skin, causing a shiver to run down his spine. “have it all, huh? i’m starting to realize that as long as you’re there...i’ll be fine.” he whispered back, his hollow breath teasing the man’s own.

as his naked body was cornered in the shower, the hot water misted their immaculate forms and brought around another of arousal. damn. “the lords are in a constant state of jealousy, we feed off one another in that sense. my sister ... is already fond over you … i can tell because … well it’s a twin thing.” he echoed his own laugh, not scared to be too loud because he was with someone who made him feel alive. even in an empty house, they were free to escape into their romance and make the most of whatever came their direction.

there were a million reasons though to think that valentino was in this for the wrong reasons. again - it was in macaulay’s nature to be untrusting and he wouldn’t shy from retaliation, no matter how much he adored and loved a person. “those are the kind of answers that i want to hear from you...without that eagerness this collapses and old ways will resurface.” whispered the man as the other reached for a shower loofa and lathered it up. carefully, mac watched at the other reached across the short distance between them and started to run it over his skin. The gesture was intensely sweet and he closed his eyes for a moment as the man’s hand went lower, teasing his skin with soft touches until it reached his sculpted ass and a finger slipped into him. the blonde moaned, mouth falling open as the naughtiest of groans escaped him. it wasn’t until those three words were mentioned that he fell back into the moment and took them in. “i love you more…” he spoke as his eyes met the others, his own hands moving up his lovers torso until they settled on either side of valentino’s face. he leaned forward, their bodies touching once more as their lips played an all too familiar dance.

[macaulay-mott-blog]

* ╱ 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐓

●︎ when: may 8th, 2019  ●︎ where: deadwood park ●︎ with: open thread

the taste of dark-roast coffee stained his breath. it was soon masked by the mint-flavored gum the wytch slipped into his mouth as he adjusted the neat glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose. the blonde male spent the past four hours arguing with a client in his office about a particular dark artifact that was impossible to procure; even for him. after some heated exchanges, the two agreed that their behavior was deplorable and would not resurface in future conversations. the two understood the need for respect in their field and they’d dismiss this as a mere lapse in judgment. macaulay knew this man was a true fool not to listen to him, then again he’d move onto the next dealer who promised him this item. he’d eventually succumb to a scam and mac would merely smile as the other housed an inauthentic item. excusing his guest, he packed his bag, and headed to a place in town that brought forth an overwhelming sense of clam. as he approached his favorite bench in a very desolate park, the man took a seat and cleared his throat. “it’s a nice day out isn’t it?” he asked as he took a seat next to them and hoped they were ready for a idle conversation.

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

[macaulay-mott-blog]

You know you're fighting in a losing battle... Making a noose out of your hollow crown... I hold a match up to your paper castle... And watch it all burn down, down, down...

[macaulay-mott-blog]

llnnx‌:

there are times, in the dead of night when he remembers what it felt like to be utterly alone. the lennox household was a disturbing and depressive place to spend your time and the man wonders what it would be like if he went back there now. returned to his home and tried to reminisce with his sullen father however, that could not happen. valentino had decided to leave that life behind when he came of age and never looked back. he’d never felt like he had a real purpose, surrounding by the sorrows of a dying man. providing full and utter servitude for the church was his way out, a grand escape. it was hard; dealing with a man who battled his demons by drowning them in the bottom of a whiskey glass, then becoming unresponsive once the bottle turned empty. time brought experience and he learned of letting go without a second thought. in the beginning he had tried to forget about macaulay. to play the usual brute, the lover you could never quite understand. yet the blonde learned with ease how to approach him, avert valentino’s attention from the rest of the world and soon macaulay became his world. ‘praise satan, praise you.’ the blasphemous words sent an enticing chill down his back; the defiance of worship, the allegiance to valentino.  

“of course. i’ll leave the final blows to you,” and he, in return, would pillage the town for macaulay. he could feel the fragments of the other being invading his very own; every sense thickly laced with the godly scent that was macaulay and nothing would matter but their conjoined existences. 

breaking apart felt like a bad, inconvenient decision but he wished to prolong the start of their rendezvous no longer. “then it’s decided. you’l absolutely love it,” spending fruitful arms in the company of themselves only would feel like bliss. the cabin his father gave him was a tiny misinformation, however. frankly it was lucius’, a tiny exchange between brothers in order to silence one another. macaulay need not know the circumstances but to be enthralled, and in a daze from the time spent with valentino. one day, he’d achieve the necessary means to give the luxurious life macaulay deserved and no longer have to hold false pretenses. for that to occur, white lies had to be said, false promises and candid speech to appease the any suspicion. the lingering kiss placed on his neck left a reminder: he had to think of the future. a future with macaulay. how to prevail, grow. the lords could be his ticket in, and he’d gladly sit on the side or behind of macaulay as he reigned the lot of elite, shadowed wytches. 

driving to his chapter house would be the wise idea, pick up a few of his belongings, and drop from everyone’s radar. but one glance macaulay at drifting to the shower, he decided against the idea and followed macaulay eagerly. he was soon behind the other, hands locked around their waist as he ushered them forward. “are you nervous, macaulay mott?” he spoke the other’s full name to be humorous, a tidal wave of emotions washing over him. they were truly going forward with this. words would spread, but the sting of betrayal would mainly surround those closest to them. lucius won’t let him hear the end of it, that’s for sure; he could practically hear the man’s booming laughter. “from mabel, to the lords… any idea on how they’ll react?”

* ╱ 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐓

●︎ when: april 15th, 2019 ●︎ where: mott manor ●︎ with: @llnnx​

those blasphemous words would forever stain those sinful lips for years to come. praise stain, praise you. such a devotion and personal oath could easily upset the king of hell; which only made mac’s words that much more powerful. wytches all over the world would never dare speak such sentiments into existence; then again most wytches weren’t like him. macaulay and his allegiances were very complicated shades of gray, unwavering and hard to comprehend. truthfully, he’d always pick his brothers (and lover) over the dark prince that governed them. macaulay only hoped that valentino felt the same about him. when push came to shove, would the handsome man through himself on the sword for him? with the roles were reversed, the blonde already knew his decision and that’s how serious he was about his commitment to the raven-haired man who followed him through the bedroom. staring at the man’s lean, muscular form - mac felt his tongue rake over his lips as the man spoke and handed the reins back to him.

“do you think i’d want to deliver the final blows alone? this is a partnership, us against them - val.” spoke the wytch in return as the man’s touch sent a shiver down his spine, causing his muscles to tighten and toes curl with absolute anticipation. with the separation between them, macaulay let a soft sigh escape him as he considered their promises in the bedroom. would the man honor them? he would hate to think that valentino would tell him subtle white lies to keep him on a leash. then again, macaulay wasn’t someone who could be contained. if the man couldn’t honor his word, then he’d take matters into his own hands.

as the other spoke once more, mac paused and smiled as the man spoke about how much he’d love this cabin. “as long as the cabin has electricity, then i should be able to survive.” tacked on the man as he considered the man’s little story. was this cabin really something that was in the family? the blonde male knew the man wasn’t from old money like him and that’s what made his transition into the lords harder. it was hard to keep up with a crew of men who spent too much money on any given afternoon. if there were white lies comes from the man right now, macaulay would forgive him. he understand his circumstances and would never hold this against him. not when the two of them wanted to escape the real world and hide away for a couple of evenings. as long as the two men remained a united front, they’d never fail at any obstacle placed before them.

there came a hollow chuckle when the other stopped getting dressed and turned his attention to follow him towards the shower. silly boy. when the other came up behind him, strong hands came to rest on his waist and snaked their way towards his front, locking them together in a sweet gesture. “never nervous, not a chance babe.” he spoke as he moved forward, enamored with the idea of them. if anyone was nervous in this equation - it would be valentino when the truth had some light cast upon them. “don’t be mad but mabel already knows about us, the lords already suspect us...it’s everyone else that’s gonna tear us apart.” chuckled the man as they reached the shower and turned it on full stream. “are you nervous?”

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❝ CRUEL —  CAN’T YOU SEE IT’S THE ONE WORD I KNOW? EVEN MY BONES KNOW THIS LANGUAGE, AND MOAN IT DEEP IN THEIR INTERIOR. ❞ — RICKEY LAURENTIIS, “Lord and Chariot,” The Kenyon Review Summer 2014. 

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