Moira O'Hara

In life, I was a truly naive, innocent shell of a girl-- much too sheltered; but in death, I've accepted an existence completely absent of morals and a conscience. How ironic..that I am finally free, but trapped in this prison for eternity. Mun & Muse 21+ Established 2/13/13

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+LordHenryDarling || Doomed Youth

[missmoiraohara]

lordhenrydarling:

“Will you..touch me here after?”

At this, I rebelled the fetters of this rather sordid reverie, compelled, instead, to rise of my velvet perch. And such a dangerous proposition it was, indeed— this newfound proximity. Were I to proceed devoid of caution, surely, my plans would be left. Soiled and otherwise undone. In such state as I was, however, hard and aching from beneath the fabric of previously disheveled trousers, it seemed a difficult notion to recall with any semblance of vivid clarity.

The Father of Temptation, I was no stranger to its charms even amidst my own blackened soul, for of the shadows, he whispered his will freely, this: the veritable beast within. Certainly, he had so kindly thought to rumble, I could do as I pleased in the company of such a young lady— one so easily swayed to these earthly pleasures that it might take but a whisper, a feather’s touch to bring her to her knees in veritable subjugation. She would not resist upon waking— this, I knew to be a claim of merit— yet still I was to remain steadfast in my conviction: in the desire to see that her fall to Sin was borne of her own, conscious volition. 

           I could not touch, then, but surely no harm ever came of simple appraisals.

And so we two, the beast and I, were intrigued endlessly of this, the form of our sleeping beauty, our charming nymphet. As Moira tossed so about the bed of satin, I could not help but feel a twinge of Pride to rise above the see of lust, for she had taken to my bed as if it were, by her very birth, in her nature to do so. And, as she sighed and cooed of her nameless pleasures, I was then compelled to Pride and Vanity in tandem, pleased beyond measure that such a sweet poppet as this might find herself so utterly taken with the Devil in the flesh.

“Sweet little Moira,” I crooned, a single, elegant forefinger tracing about the hollow of her cheek, lingering about the supple and glistening flesh of her lower lip. “Soon, you will give yourself to me, body and soul. This, you understand, is a bond from which you cannot hope to escape: my gift of eternal youth.” A wide and crooked smile took its place upon my lips then, “Am I not a generous Lord? Shall you not repay me in this, your eternal Damnation. Your Immoral Soul.”

She’s never known the thought of any touch before his, nor any thought before it, it seems. A household built of warmth and dreams had come to fall at her tiny feet, and trauma came to service our young nymphet, instead.. But in the place of all that had come a beacon, tall and graceful, and there exists not a one, in her presence, and in their right minds, to steer her away. Now she becomes enchanted by the idea of being the lover of her elder, given stories and doses of sedating hypnosis that will broaden her naive mind. Tossing about on that bed, she’s unaware of the flesh she bares, trapped within that dream world where he’s been exposed to her, and the instinct exists to serve him. Digits have torn their fabrics from a limber body while at rest, leaving nothing to her voyeurs imagination when blossoming peaks stiffen from the excitable nerves that her mind’s images conjure. 

But within that dream, she speaks..knows words she’s never learned, and more importantly, voices them with utter confidence in her elder. A tender cheek blushes under the brush of his finger, innocent emeralds now peering upward, fixates on the devastatingly beautiful features of her savior. And that smile will do wonders, charming her and rousing a smile on her lips, nodding with acceptance. “I understand, Henry.. Eternal youth.. Yours forever? I don’t know where else I’d want to be..” She’s painfully naive in her hope, with her trust in him, taking gentle hold of the hand that’s tracing along her lip to lower it over her breast. “So very generous, my Lord.. I belong to you, and my soul is yours to cradle.”

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Alex Breckenridge & Tom Hiddleston crackship 

[missmoiraohara]

@conflicted-tate

She’s reading when he enters; boredom so often befalls them, that it’s not surprising that the maid anticipates his company. “Awe..you’ve come to cuddle, haven’t you?” There’s hardly a trace of seriousness in her timbre, but there is a smirk afloat, directing emerald fixtures back toward the written word. “Bet that Son of Sam never cuddled..”

[missmoiraohara]

limitlessxxpotential:

Her way of thinking is certainly refreshing, and he likes it much more than the wallowing in self pity attitude he’s grown used to being in around Violet. Her life isn’t even that terrible and yet from how she tells it, you’d think she lived through the worst tragedies humanity had to offer. That is not the way for a young, privileged girl to live. This one… He knows simply from her aura that she is not alive, despite being corporeal and intelligent. He knows not what awful things she’s had to endure apart from death and yet here she is, letting it go because she knows she gains nothing in holding onto the pain. If only the living could have such clarity, himself included. Maybe he could learn something from this beautiful young woman? Wouldn’t that be something? “If only we all could think like you do. People would be far less self involved, don’t you think?” This boy is one far removed from shame, especially when attention is lavished upon him. Yeah, Violet might get bent out of shape if she found them like this, but he doesn’t belong to her, nor does he particularly want to be. That girl can go on hating the world by herself, and he can finally be free of her and his desire for the attention she gives him. He can make his own decisions, and he decides that he’s going to enjoy what Moira is doing to him. Part of him had been hoping that she’d press her lips to his, so when she does excitement floods his system. His hands slip around her as she straddles his lap, holding her against him as he deepens the kiss.

Her response is only a partial lie; it’s easy to let go of pain when something holding grand potential for happiness enters her life. Still, she smiles when he seems to have dug up her shining trait. “I think they would.. There’s no weakness in just..letting go.” While she’d only planned to seduce the boy, she’s finding now that his conversation is just as pleasant. It’s not quite as easy for her to detect what he is, but something pleasantly mature in those dark eyes tells her that he’s far from human. A glimmer of hope shines, now wondering if he were to hold any power in unbinding her soul from this god awful place. Even if she remained dead, this house would no longer be her prison. But that isn’t the reason she initially desires to kiss him, because all motives aside, he truly does have beautiful features and a kind heart-- and that is what she can detect, if nothing else. Plain to see, even in the light hearted way that he smiles and laughs. She might have stopped growing mentally, stuck in the state of mind of a young women with desires and coquettish habits, but in death, wisdom has been her gift. Much unlike the others of the house, who have remained all these years without changing. She might still have a knack for seducing handsome faces, but what made her special? The desire to slit that Harmon girl’s throat is never far from her mind, but it seems that Ryan’s company has rid that plagued, haunted mind of all it’s worry, just by reciprocating her kiss. It’s a feeling that she’s wanted, needed, and would kill to ensure that it would never go away. As hands wind around the flare of her waist, she hums sweetly into the deep kiss, bringing her hands between them and gliding slender, feminine digits beneath the fabric of his shirt, teasing nails along his collar in unison with a lecherously grinding waist. If Violet were to walk in now, she’s sure that not even that could stop her. 

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He goes quiet as she speaks, as though there’s been a subtle shift in their conversation that he wasn’t aware of. Had someone hurt this woman? What kind of cold hearted monster would? She didn’t seem like the type to garner such a thing. “You’re right, you know. I generally just push it away, because nothing is accomplished in dwelling on it. I don’t think I deserve to sit and opine what kind of a good life I could have had. I’d rather just devote my energy to making the one I’ve got happier, you know?” In all honesty, some part of him wants to reach out and touch her, comfort her for whatever she had to go through. No woman should have to go through pain, and she seems so nice. Nice people are often the ones that get punishment, and he can’t help but want to alleviate her of whatever it is that is causing such a dark look to creep in on her. So when she laughs, even though it’s so small and soft, he feels a bit better. She’s much better conversation than Violet ever was. Her hand sinks into his hair, and before he thinks about it, his eyes close to revel in the soft touch. He loves getting his hair played with, and it shows. When his eyes open again, he sees that she’s opened her uniform, revealing an ample chest. Oh fuck… His gaze remains there, listening to her confess as she touches him. It’s clear that she’s had an ulterior motive since she let him inside the house. A lidded gaze lifts to her face then, and a husky whisper leaves him. “Whatever will we do while we wait?”

[missmoiraohara]

Though she puts up an impressive front with this vixen act of hers, there is so much hurt that dwells inside of her. Not only having been used by Hugo, but shot by the lady of the house whom still would stop it nothing to intensify her misery in any way that she can. She is no angel, of course..but she was remorseful after having slept with Mr. Langdon, trying her best to avoid it again---only for him to attempt to force her to concede. It is this bitterness that leaves her shrouded with negative purpose, wanting to witness the unraveling of a marriage by her doing, if only to prove that most men would cheat if given the chance. But then there are times like these, where she can stare into the mature eyes of a boy that do not tell his true age..sweet, reflecting hurt and experience, and not only does it make her feel less alone, but good. Good as in light hearted, which is something so seldom felt that she’s forgotten how to feel it until now. Though there is no hope for her life, there still is for him..so she will encourage him on with a subtly brighter smile. “Of course.. What’s the use in sitting around and mourning what was never gained in the first place, when you could be moving forward to attain something possibly better?” It’s difficult for her to be positive, but she’s always proved to be a rather good actress. It’s not to deceive him, really..but she would hate to sit and dwell on her misery in the company of a handsome stranger. That would be...an awful lot like Violet, wouldn’t you say? She wasn’t expecting such a shameless reaction upon gliding digits through his hair, but it’s certainly stirred something in her, to see those eyes close and revel after such a simple gesture. Wanting to keep him satisfied, and furthermore, unwind him [so to speak] she will continue to toy with brunet curls, scathing nails across his scalp and parting the fabric upon her chest in tandem. His expression seems to mirror her own, though she will respond in silence, by the way of pearly ivories clamping down onto her lip before coming closing to him. Like a kitten, she moves..straddling him with the slow swing of a steady leg and perching upon him before taking his hair into her hands, tilting his expression with a soft tug and pressing a kiss to his lips. 

[limitlessxxpotential-deactivate]

He snorts at the words, glad to feel amusement and not anything worse than that. Angst. It’s a word that makes young adults cringe and older ones roll their eyes. He hopes that one day Violet will be able to grow up and be embarrassed about her behavior in this time in her life. It would surely be unbearable if she became one of those angst filled adults that wore black and thought their shit art should get way more attention because they didn’t get enough hugs as a child. The maid is right; he’s only putting up with Violet because he’s choosing to. If he were to just walk away… His thoughts are interrupted by the return of the red haired woman, and he sips the liquor thoughtfully. “Yeah, you’d think with how much she hates them, she wouldn’t be spending so much energy focusing on them. I wouldn’t, but I’ve known for a while we don’t handle things the same way.” He swallows, staring back at her. “There’s something in yours too… I’m not really sure what it is. You must be one of those old souls they talk about, you know?”

[missmoiraohara]

Low snickering ensues as he shows amusement over her sentiments towards the youngest Harmon; she is bound to become one of those pretentious artists he’s thinking of, if others encourage her on now. She is not special, and she will just have to deal with that on her own, hm? If Ryan walks away, he’ll save himself a lot of frustration, she feels..and of course she will be the one to urge him on--but very deftly--seeing as she’s already made up her mind that she wants this boy to return for herself. “It’s hard to ignore people that are adamant on torturing you..” Her thoughts briefly drift, thinking of that awful Constance, hellbent on making Moira’s existence miserable---..and the pain is showing in her eyes, “But..you’ve gotta avoid them when you can. Talking about them just gives them power.” Emeralds flicker away briefly with his observation, if only to hum a small laugh before lifting again to him. She misses this, the opportunity to sit with a man..to be with one without a motive. And though she knows that she is no good for him, she can’t help herself with wanting to feel close to him. “That must be it..” She whispers back, the hand resting along the sofa now extending to card through brunet curls. Inching closer to hover her expression inches from his, her free hand starts to unbutton the top of her dress, letting the fabric hang open. “I lied..” She whispers, gliding a hand slowly over his thigh to perform a gentle squeeze, “No one will be home for hours..”

[limitlessxxpotential-deactivate]

Now he is struck with an odd feeling, as he wants to defend the girl he knows as his friend. However it’s extremely difficult, as the words out of the maid’s mouth are of utmost truth. That is something that he’s never been able to stand about Violet: she writes off other people’s pain unless it directly affects her. Nothing is as horrible as what is happening to the youngest Harmon, and it drives him crazy. His life up until now is full of pain and horror and yet he still chooses to smile and refuse to let this misery swallow him up. But not her. “It is exhausting…” Lo and behold, it’s a weight off his chest to admit that out loud to someone. He uses the time she is away to gather his wits about him, so he doesn’t appear the part of a horny young man when she returns with the drink. “I’m Ryan. I take it you’ve heard nothing about me, then?” It figures.

[missmoiraohara]

He seems hesitant to respond, as if it would exhibit a tremendous amount of guilt to agree with her, but he does. But the manner in which he expresses his opinion foretells that he’s had more than just the passing experience or two with Violet; is her attitude a burden to him, or his he harboring a deeper pain that she can’t understand, furthermore frustrating him? The maid can relate to this, having lost her mother and dying so young, herself..let alone, spending the rest of her days inside here. “I’m sorry that you’ve caught the brunt of her angst, but just remember that you don’t have to endure it.” With a little wink, she departs only to return moments later with his drink. As she sits beside him, she considers that the teenage girl he’s befriended doesn’t quite appreciate his company as she ought to; but she will. “I haven’t..but she doesn’t talk much about anything, really. Except those girls at school tormenting her.” She will lean back leisurely onto the couch, an arm resting atop the sofa with her frame turned slightly in towards him. “It’s nice to meet you.. I’d rather hear about you now, than from her..” Her lips flicker into a tiny smirk, “You have very mature eyes, you know that? Like you’ve seen far more than others your age..” Takes one to know one. “They’re gorgeous.”

[missmoiraohara]

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‘ fuck - COME ON !! ’

‘ i like it rough! ’

“Are you inviting me to beat you or fuck you?” A prissy, sarcastic drawl as emeralds roll back; she is used to Tate’s behavior by now, and one leading such a bleak life as she isn’t so easily fazed. “You’ll need to work harder at stimulating women, no surprise there.”

[limitlessxxpotential-deactivate]

He can’t help but smile back at her, oddly feeling satisfied with having gotten the maid to grin. Honestly, it wasn’t even this rewarding when Violet smiled, despite it being real work to get her to do so. In fact, it’s almost exhausting to get the girl to smile, as she seems to prefer that cold and cynical scowl to any other expression. It must be pretty boring to never find anything remotely entertaining. “Ah… Yeah. I don’t think she realizes what she’s doing. Kids don’t, usually.” Brown eyes widen slightly, and he’ll give a nod. “I actually love Jack. Pretty smooth compared to most.”

[missmoiraohara]

Usually the maid’s expressions of joy or amusement were forced, always lined with a certain coldness that foretold a glint of sarcasm..but that smile she gave him was legitimately genuine. Who knows if it will ever happen again, but either way, she’s relieved to have someone enter this house that wasn’t a waste of god damned space. Oh, and would you look at that; dimples for days. “Exactly...because she’s too wrapped up in her own misery to pay any attention to anything else.” With a roll of her eyes, she realizes how hypocritical that seems, being eternally miserable with her own existence as well..but he doesn’t need to know that. At the mention of said drink, she will give a short nod, backing away to retrieve it. “Whatever you want... Be back in a moment.” Fixing it does not take long, so when she’s finished, a sauntering frame approaches once again to deliver as promised. “Here you are..” Sitting poised beside him, she  seeks a name, voicing curiosity with a purr. “I’m Moira..and what do I call you?”

[limitlessxxpotential-deactivate]

Lord Almighty, how did Mr. Harmon control himself in this house? He certainly wouldn’t have been able to, unless his wife was a super model or something. After all, the boy is neither blind nor dead. One thing is certain and that is that the Harmons are a disgusting pair. “How’s Vi careless? Is she throwing food around while she’s screwing around?” Ryan snorts, feeling a little more at ease. Good.

[missmoiraohara]

How does Ben control himself, you wonder? Barely. The maid is adamant about getting that bastard to cave, no matter what the cost; she is incredibly skilled in the art of manipulation, and she could twist his will any way she damned well pleased. It’s too bad that he is still resisting. On the matter of a much cuter subject, this boy is transparently effected by all the bending, propping, leaning that she is doing..leaving her with that addictive feeling of pride. With his reply, she will turn her expression to reveal a rather amused, broad smile; a face so seldom seen on her dollish features. He’s funny. Now she’s climbing to her feet and snatching up the bucket, moving towards the doorway and aiming towards the kitchen. “God, no.. The girl is careless because she is too self indulgent to see that she’s aiding in breaking this family apart. I’m sure that you’ve seen a glimpse of this..being a friend, and all.” Auburn brows flicker up as she sways to exit, briefly turning back to him with mild abruptness, “How rude of me...could I get you something to drink while you wait? You look like a Jack Daniels kind of man, but I could be wrong..”

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His jaw clenching as he frowns indicated that he was gritting his teeth. He stands for a moment, silent in his contemplation. Joining him ? The idea alone makes James want to laugh for a moment, as the thought of someone wanting to join him amuses him. He wasn’t good company and he didn’t really care if she were. But he supposes he needed someone to trust. And the maid’s done nothing to anger him at all. In fact, surprising him as he remembers, when she takes the bloodied laundry for the first time and says nothing. Perhaps it wasn’t entirely a bad idea and James could always make sure the redhead takes the fall should things go wrong. He sighs after a moment, his head shaking in incredulity at himself as he speaks. “Don’t make me regret T H I S.”

[missmoiraohara]

She can recall that very first time, being handed those soiled, stained sheets and being thrilled by the thought of his secret rather than fearing it. Her lips were sealed from then on, never whispering a word of his extra curricular activities. Yes, he may find the idea of her assisting amusing, but this is because he must have never met a woman quite like her; how often is it that you get acquainted with another that just so happens to share your same, sick interests? And of course, being a man of his time, he must not believe that a female is capable of the same crimes as he; well, he is going to prove him wrong..that is for certain. “Regret?” She voices the question rhetorically, furrowing her brows, “Oh, Mr. March..I think that if you look inside that mattress in room thirty-six, you’ll be anything but disappointed.” And it is then that a rather sinister look takes on her expression, cold yet proud as she scoops up the newly tainted sheets from the bed, tossing them into her basket. “The smell is going to be putrid soon, he’s not dead yet..” She turns to sway out of the room, wheeling the cart along with her, “But..that will be taken care of soon enough.”

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“It was a desire I never knew I held until now, I assure you.” A chuckle escapes his lips, the euphoric effect he receives after he takes another life floods through his system and his mouth tugs up into a soft smirk. He watches in silence, as she steps closer and places a delicate hand on his shirt as the B L O O D continues to soak through the fabric. Just the thought of this woman licking the splatter of blood staining his lips would be enough to bring him to his knees, if he allows it but instead he inhales, her scent flooding his senses as he presses his lips against hers delicately. A thrill shoots within him as he tastes the blood from her M O U T H.

[missmoiraohara]

“Uncanny, isn’t it?” She drawls, bunching up the soaking fabric into her fists gently, “What that thrill does for arousal?” She lifts a palm, her tongue dragging across it to taste the iron upon it, “Lucky me..”  Dollish lips reflect a smirk of the same caliber, this admission of his bringing a rush of victory to overcome her senses. To say that she’s been intrigued by this man and his incredibly devious ways is an understatement; and while he may have underestimated her desire for blood and violence, she knows that intimate kiss will seal all his doubts about her. The taste of his victim passes between greedy mouths, though their motions against one another have yet to speed, savoring the flavor with hums of contentment vibrating softly against his tiers. Hands will work to open the buttons of his shirt, and red, flattened palms will smear the DNA further onto his pale flesh, dipping her head into the nook of his neck to lick up the expanse and tease with bites.

[limitlessxxpotential-deactivate]

And he’s fairly certain that if he were to stare any harder at her rear, he’d burn a hole through her uniform. It’s almost embarrassing to him when she turns around and catches him. The best he can do is play it off like he wasn’t doing anything. “Well, I mean it’s good they’re still keeping things fresh, I guess. Though I think they should clean up their own messes in that kind of situation.” Were they really just casually talking about sex? Where the fuck was Violet?

[missmoiraohara]

No need to be embarrassed, boy..this woman is far from shy, as you can see..and she expects you to stare. Look at that outfit, can’t you see this is far from being her first rodeo? She will spare him the humiliation by resisting the urge to call him out; no, no..not just yet. A small chuckle sounds at that, lifting the sponge from the floor to squeeze the liquid out into the bucket beside her. “You’d think that they would, hm? Looks like they’re just as selfish and careless as their whiny child.” An amused grin appears, “But..of all the places in this house, this room would not be the one I choose.” What a painfully adorable face...Violet wouldn’t know what to do with this gorgeous thing even if she tried.

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[evantpetersdaily]

How would you describe what it’s been like working with Lady Gaga in one word?

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+ lordhenrydarling || The Devil's Bride

[lordhenrydarling]

“A romantic, ey,” I purred, ever the playful lingering there about the tip of my tongue. “Oh, Miss O’Hara, I shall shatter those hopes yet…” Though the latter had been true, sapphire hues were quick about her own, appearing earnest in their apology, “I speak in jest, of course.”

Kisses lingered then about the curve of her shoulder, the line of her jaw, as I was, at last, to respond in kind, “I would hardly expect you to slave over a hot stove for me. Your services shall be— decidedly singular whilst you attend to my home. Perhaps, however, you would be so inclined as to do me the honor of escorting me to dinner…” Once more, her mouth was seized for my own, uttering quietly, as the most gentle of lover, “I should very much enjoy the prospect of your company on this fine eve.”

“Are you to refuse me?”

[missmoiraohara]

A romantic, she is..having never known true lust before her arrival here. A slow blink is all the response she gives, until he is quick about dissolving any rousing nerves from the thought of squandered hope. So in turn, she will smile at him, a girlish chuckle accompanying her loving, dollish expression. “Oh, my Lord..I must get used to such particular humor. I would think that you mean what you say, otherwise.” She is not stupid, this girl..but due to all knowledge about her lover being with held in the highest regard of secrecy, there is no way she could suspect anything truly dangerous about him. Thus far, he has but merely shocked her with a dose of reality, opening her mind on the matter of what and who she is meant to be..and perhaps, who she always was. There was something incredibly wonderful about his stern, punishing hand..something that only a woman of her caliber could appreciate. Chilled flesh lie beneath those kisses as they are pressed, angling her face to allow him access to her jaw. Oh, what an impossibly kind thing for him to say! Surely she anticipated that he would expect much more from her..for now the lines of employment have significantly blurred since the moment of her arrival. Is she even an employee, now? Perhaps he ‘hired’ her if only to gain her as a lover, and this is the only way he thought he could go about it? She’s swooned by the thought of a man formulating a plan in order to get close to such a timid creature like herself, but she doubts that he needs to do such things to warrant affections from a woman. Instinctively, an arm lifts to coil a manicured hand over his hip as he draws closer to her, accepting his kisses with the warmest of embraces in return, humming contently before he departs. “I could never refuse you, my Lord..and I don’t wish to. I would love to escort you to dinner.” Butterflies flutter about her abdomen, tempting a squeal---but she will not, of course..she may be naive-minded, but she is not a little child. “What would you like for me to dress in, Henry?”