ultraviolence;

moira montague. xxvi. order. pure. the greatest trick the D E V I L ever pulled was making us believe that he was made of different stuff than WE are.

[mcntageus]

( faycs )

      Faye had just finished locking up the shop for the night, when she turned around and nearly jumped out of her skin. Heart beating wildly, she pressed a hand against her chest and slumped against the wall, meeting the eyes of the person that had managed to sneak up behind her. “Merlin. Do you always skulk around in the shadows?”

“Only when I don’t want to be seen.” Moira stepped away from the wall, light from the streetlamp hitting her face and a coy expression on her lips. She wasn’t looking for trouble, not really, but she’d been bored and wandering -- besides, no harm would come from sulking, or a few little games.

[mcntageus]

( sterlingrosenthals )

The body fell limp. Pressing his foot down on the victim’s throat, Sterling looked up at the midnight sky as he took a deep breath in, and a deep breath out, before finally rolling his neck round at the other person down the alleyway. “Can I help you?” He called out, voice low and hoarse. 

Back pressed against the stone wall of the alley, Moira exhaled. Smoke drifted into the air around her, a cloud heavy with the stench of nicotine. She pressed the cigarette to her lips again. Inhale. “Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just admiring the view.” Her lips curved into something of a smile; something feral.