m a e l s t r o m

margo. original reaper. 3,000.

[curiouspascual-blog]

The glare she was sending him didn’t quite register as such. What it was to him, Pas didn’t really know. But he nodded no less. “Yes, Mama,” he murmured. 

Pas had always found that he was quite conscious of his own reaping tool in the presence of the ancients, Samael and Margo in particular. They had elegant, clever tools while he was stuck with a basic, plain knife. Or, letter-opener as someone had once pointed out. To him, it was still not as cool.

[margo-simmons]

“Do you want to get slapped?” Her brows went up suddenly as he called her a mom, and Margo frowned at the younger reaper. “You are not going to learn if you refuse to do it.”

[reaper-ofdeath]

Imagine there’s no heaven      It’s easy if you try      No hell below us Above us only sky

[gwen-donovan-blog]

Volatile Times (Us Version) -  IAMX, My Heart Goes Bum Bum Bum - Flatsound,  Everything Floats (feat. Cecil Otter) - Dessa, Twin Skeleton’s (Hotel In NYC) - Fall Out Boy, Fight Like a Girl - Emilie Autumn, Disenchanted - My Chemical Romance,Mineshaft - Dessa, Rolling in the Deep - Adele, Let’s Kill Tonight - Panic! At the Disco,Fake Your Death - My Chemical Romance, Dead To Me - Melanie Martinez, Lean On (feat. MØ) - Major Lazer & DJ Snake

She kissed him gently, like she loved him. He fell to his knees realizing to late that it was poison on her lips.

(x)

[nostringsxonme]

“No strings?” He winked, a fading smile ran from his face. The words she spoke he wanted to comprehend. Dead- but not undead. Yet still ‘alive’. He’d heard of the presence of death on more than one account. Written about it several decades ago. But he’d never truly come to cross one before. A reaper. She couldn’t mean that’s what she was.. or could she? “What are you saying, Margo?”

[margo-simmons]

She gave him a quite warm, but brief smile back, mouthing ‘none’. With hands as gentle as the first drizzle of an early spring she took the opportunity to adjust his tie. But her fingers did not stop at the simple fix, instead they pulled the fabric for it to wrap around his throat tighter and tighter, slowly pressing his skin. “What I am saying is,” spoke Margo, raising her gaze to his face instead of so easily breakable Adam’s apple, “That this time I have the upper hand. And your precious little soul,” continued the woman suddenly releasing the grip, “Is mine and mine only to take.”

[knewtheewell-mirielle-blog]

A cross between a sigh and a laugh left her lips, brows raised in just a touch of surprise. She stared for a moment longer before speaking. “Whahapen to bein’ resourceful, eh? Yuh don’ affi touch the body to move it. Yuh can find all kind o’ crazy pe’ple who be willin’ t’ take et.”

[margo-simmons]

“You seem crazy enough, knowing there was no scream when you saw the body. Don’t you witches use corpses for sacrifices and rituals and whatnot?”

[curiouspascual-blog]

“Wait, how does that work? I thought I was already dead?”

[margo-simmons]

“You wern't born yesterday, you should know things like that.” She squinted at him once, moving away from the body, just to draw a circle walking, slowly. “We are dead, of course. We were once this,” she spoke looking at the fresh corpse, “Then became tangible figures of energy. And that energy, my sweet, sweet Pascual, can always be destroyed. Now,” fixing the edge of his shirt she glared down, “Do. Your. Job.”

[reaper-ofdeath]

He wrapped his arms around her neck just as tightly as she had her arms around his neck.  “I get the ugliness from you, mom,” he sang in her ear, laughing as he then reached up and mussed her her hair.  “Your hair is getting long.”

[margo-simmons]

“Stop it,” groaned she, trying to get his arms off of her, “You are ruining it. You are ruining everything. Stop touching my hair. Touch your own hair. Or are you getting bald already?”

[quotemadness]

No price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.

Friedrich Nietzsche (via quotemadness)

[nostringsxonme]

Gregory watched as she drew near. She’d been vindictive in life and beyond. Some things never changed. “Not terribly,” he said, being honest. Her own decision had cost him his life. While he owed it to her, he also blamed her for it. Some weren’t made to live forever. 

“How are you here?”

[margo-simmons]

“Gregory.” With her eyes shut for a second she pressed the bridge of her nose with her fingers. “I am dead. Not church-avoiding, blood-seeking dead. Just dead. And that’s how I am here.” Margo knew the actions of her past would have repercussions, but what she had now tasted so much better. “You don’t understand, but I am free.” 

[nostringsxonme]

“And here’s to thinking you already were,” he let the words linger off his tongue, staring at her in disbelief. Margo didn’t give off the vibe of a vampire, or anything he really had much understanding in. Except the unknown, which he seemingly had ages of understanding of. “What are you doing here?”

[margo-simmons]

Seeing his confusion was larger than hers, a brand new wave of giddiness filled her stomach, and she dared to make another few steps, a smile as sharp as a knife cutting her lips in two. “Sorry to disappoint, but here I am,” she spread her arms showing off, “Alive and breathing. Missed me?” 

[nostringsxonme]

@margo-simmons

Last he’d seen of her, she’d parted from this god forsaken world. However, here she stood, clear as day. Mirage- he was not sure. Though she smelled of death; cold, unforgiving death. “Margo,” he said, voice set back in his throat. His eyes were skeptical, not daring to blink until he had figured out just what she was doing here.

[margo-simmons]

It was quite an ironic situation, or so she thought, for the reaper’s worst nightmare was coming true and— well— usually reapers, the carriers of death were the nightmare of everybody else. And yet, she could feel her neck muscles freeze to numbness as she turned for her eyes to catch him. As she finally dared to speak, she felt a light twitch in her left eyebrow, and she tossed a finished cigarette away stepping closer. “And here was I, hoping you’d be already six feet underground.”

[knewtheewell-mirielle-blog]

“Tha’ don’ sound too smart, and yuh look like yuh smarter than that. Unless mi set eyes on yuh wrong.”

[margo-simmons]

“And touching the body, leaving my prints all over it sounds smart how?”

[curiouspascual-blog]

“But you were here first? Wouldn’t you have first rights?”

[margo-simmons]

“And you aren’t even half my age, meaning either you do this, or that,” she nodded at the corpse, “Will be you.”

[fiannariva]

“Well it wasn’t me either darling,should we just blame it on a ghost then?”

[margo-simmons]

“..Hate to burst your fantasy bubble, but ghosts aren’t a thing.”

[reaper-ofdeath]

“Wouldn’t you like to know” he purred again, sliding around to plop down in her lap.  “Mummy, why did daddy leave?”

[margo-simmons]

“Why, because you’re a family disappointment, of course,” she chirped, wrapping her arms around his waist way too tightly. “And because you are ugly, cupcake.”

[knewtheewell-mirielle-blog]

“Sumbody did et. Suh what yuh gan do ‘bout et? Mi not gan clean et up fah yuh.”

[margo-simmons]

“..I’m just going to leave it here.”

[curiouspascual-blog]

“But are you okay?” Pascual glanced between her and the body on the ground, concern clear on his face.

[margo-simmons]

“Yeah.. Yeah, I’m fine.” Her eyebrows furrowed as her gaze slipped towards the younger reaper. “Stop waiting for a demon or an angel to show up, and get the soul, you’ve got a job to do.”