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ambrose  lykosson  /   original  werewolf.

[mortales]

*   freya.

freya scoffed. “i couldn’t agree more.” though her words went against what she had said only seconds before, these ones were laced with poisonous truth. millennia before, she would have replied differently. back when she was human, back when her sister and her husband and children were alive, everything was different. they were different — so, so different. 

and now, instead of chasing each other while playing hide and seek, they hunted each other down. they hurt each other the only way they knew how —- without any long term consequences for either of them. they were indestructible and perhaps that’s why they kept doing what they do.  

her gaze fell on his fingers as they surrounded her wrist. a moment later, her hazel eyes met his dark ones. you know me. she did. and she hated it. right there and then, freya wished there were no good memories left of him. it would be so easy to rip his heart out ( and either eat it or send it to his siblings for safekeeping ) and be done with all of that. alas, no matter how close she got to do it, she could never take that last and final step. “that’s what you want, isn’t it? to get bloody and beaten.” another scoff. “if you tempt me, i might just impale you and leave you here for your little sister to find. she could use a little warning.” disdain dripped from every word she said.

freya let his laugh echo in her ears. it wasn’t the laugh she remembered —- she didn’t even want to remember it. or anything of him. “not with you. not anymore.” though her lips showed a smile, there was nothing behind it. she wished there was nothing inside of her. have the switch flipped and tear another lykosson up with no problem. “i can make more vampires, ambrose. and the transformation sticks.” she leaned closer and the force around his neck increased, just enough to make it uncomfortable. “maybe i should tell baldr to round up your little pack of dogs and turn them all into hybrids. how does that sound?”

             their  traditions  always  did  seem  to  involve  bloodshed  now,   crowns  weaved  with  freshly  picked  flowers,  roughhousing  in  the  front  lawn,  climbing  up  to  their  spot  in  the  loft   ----   all  of  it  was  replaced  with  this.  cat  &  mouse,  back  &  forth,  meeting  up  to  hash  it  out,   to  feel  the  seething   rage  in  their  bones  &  try  to  desperately  squander  memories  they  kept  them  holding  on.  (   &  the  truth  in  it  all ?   ambrose  didn’t  want  to  forget  it,   to  forget  them,   if  he  did  then  calling  them  family  truly  did  mean  nothing  to  him.   )

            “   don’t  flatter  yourself,   i  haven’t  wanted  anything  from  you  in  years.  “   a  lie,   but  oh  he  wears  it  so  well,   like  a  second  skin.   snarling  at  the  mention,   his  grip  on  her  wrist  tightens,   as  if  a  warning  before  he  grows  tired.   the  discomfort’s  nothing  he  isn’t  used  to,   especially  where  freya’s  concerned.  her  voice  echos,  not  anymore.   “   when  did  that  stop,  exactly  ?   “     he  would’ve  followed  her  to  the  ends  of  the  earth  had  she  only  asked  then,   now  his  hand  feels  forced  by  the  fates.

            with  that  threat,    his  warning’s  gone,   tearing  her  grip  off  his  throat   &  ignoring  the  rawness  it  leaves.   flipping  them  around  with  a  practiced  ease,   this  dance  is  all  too  familiar.  grip’s  still  firmly  set  on  her  offending  arm,   pressed  back  against  the  wall  that’s  surely  more  damaged  than  the  either  of  them.  “  you  know  as  well  as  i  do  for  every  vampire  you  make,  another  dies.   another  wolf activates  their  curse,   it  just  keeps  going.   “     the  cycle  starts  again,   over  &  over  again,   the  curse  made  sure  of  that.

            “   if  you  want  baldr in  one  piece,  you’ll  figure  out  your  answer quick.  loyalty  runs  deeper  than  a  forced  artificial  hybrid  bond.  “   as  if  he’d  truly  attack  baldr  openly,  as  if  he’d  kill  any  of  the  family  !   what  a  joke  it  is   &   his  temper  only  flares  at  the  thought.   to  have  your  purpose,  the  reason  you’re  allowed  to  be  virtually  indestructible  destroyed,   well,   where  would  that  leave  him  ?    where  did  it  leave  him  to  continue  the  witch’s  bidding   ?    it  wouldn’t  bring  back  the  dead,   left  in  a  never  ending  pattern.

[mortales]

*   bels.

the      warm      feeling      of      pride      floods      the      chest      of      the      youngest      ,      &      her      body      takes      note      to      share      her      amused      thoughts      with      her      friend      .      ‘     tease      .      you’re      going      to      leave      me      &      my      imagination      to      dwell      ?                 don’t      fall      into      any      pitfalls      snooping      around      .      something      like      this      …      doesn’t      smell      right      ,      no      matter      how      anyone      spins      it      .      ’

his      support      meant      a      lot      to      bels      ,      &      there      was      a      sense      of      relief      in      knowing      if      she      truly      needed      help      ,      there’d      be      somebody      to      yank      her      to      her      feet      .      however      ,      she’s      not      one      to      cut      corners      when      the      going      gets      rough      &      ambrose      was      more      than      a      safety      net      .      ‘      i      know      .      ’      needless      to      say      ,      the      feeling      wasn’t      one      sided      .      she      didn’t      have      much      in      terms      of      riches      ,      fortune      &      she      didn’t      hide      a      bountiful      amount      of      gold      beneath      her      floorboards      ,      but      she      had      a      warm      bed      ,      a      roof      to      put      over      his      head      ,      a      shoulder      to      cry      on      &      food      to      feed      him      if      he      ever      needed      it      for      whatever      reason      .

shivers      racked      her      body      at      the      mention      of      the      originals      ,      &      the      disgust      on      her      face      grew      exponentially      .      ‘      that’s      a      no      brainer      .      i      wouldn’t      go      near      them      with      a      ten      foot      stake      .      they      smell      .      ’

                “     i   was  just  following  up  on  a  message  one  of  them  left,  it’s  only  polite  not  to  leave  them  hanging.   “   except  the  message  was  a  murder  of  one  of  his  wolves  not  too  long  ago   ---   something  he  wouldn’t  let  slide  without  some  kind  of  retaliation    &    retaliate  he  did  !  (  or  simply  punish  himself  for  letting  someone  that  trusted  &  cared  for  him  die,  as  if  they’re  expendable  pieces  in  this  sick  game.  )

               “   they  do,   don’t  they  ?   “  he  cracks  a  smile  at  that,   reassured  to  hear  that  she’ll  avoid  them  as  best  she  can.  the  last  thing  ambrose  would  wish  on  anyone  is  to  get  involved.  despite  seemingly  fueled  by  the  chaos  of   it  all   ---   he’s  grown  tired  of  the  continued  feud  but  it’s  been  hundreds  of  years   &   all  they  know  how  to  do  now  is  fight.  in  the  quiet,  when  he’s  alone  he'’  admit  to  himself  this  is  a  curse  just  as  much  as  the  bjornssons.  destined  to  hunt   &   kill,  it’s  as  much  of  a  pitiful  existence  as  running  is.

[mortales]

*    freya.

freya didn’t push back, there was no reason to. instead, she just kept her eyes on his and simply smirked. “not unless we want to create a new one.” the original kept a light tone; she would rather die before she showed any sign of being taken back by ambrose’s presence and the bittersweet memories that came with it. he had meant something to her ( he still did though she would claim it was only hatred seeping through ) but his pack killed her sister and family came first. it would always come first. “interested?” 

her nostrils flared when ambrose called her a liar. her patience was beginning to run thin. and then, the reason he was there finally came to light and freya’s lips curled into a smirk. “oops?”

before she could say anything else, he’d made another move. she let out an involuntary groan, keeping her lips tightly together as a new fire began flaring behind her eyes. freya would let him talk, she’d let him say everything he had to say before she retaliated. 

and she did, as soon as he stepped back. with another loud groan — a growl, really — she grabbed him by the neck and flipped them around before she pushed him against the wall. she kept her hand just tight enough ( why would she hold back? deep down, she knew, but on the surface, she’d tell herself it was to drag it out ). “is that what you want me to do? give you an excuse to hunt me down every time i misbehave?” anger was beginning to seep through her words. 

“your little wolf,” freya began, disdain lacing the last word, “came at me, ambrose. he started spewing nonsense about me, my family… there’s only one thing i am sorry about, though…” freya purposedly made her voice sound softer, almost as if she was actually regretful of anything. she leaned in, close and closer until she was mere inches away from ambrose’s face. in a second, she had become calmer, more collected. “i should have ripped his little heart out and sent it to you instead.” freya took pleasure in what she had said, her tone poisonous.

               “   i  think  we  have  enough  of  them,   “   enough  traditions,   enough  memories  to  fill  a  lifetime.   few  things  in  his  long  life  still  made  him  feel  any  semblance  of  guilt  ---  but  it  was  undeniable  when  dealing  with  some  members  of  the  bjornssons,  those  he’d  considered  family,   closer  than  his  own  blood.   he’d  loved  them   &   there  is  such  a  thin  line  between  love  &  hate,   one  that’s  thoroughly  blurred. 

              seeing  her  always  leaves  a  thrumming  ache  in  his  chest,  it  hasn’t  faded  with  time  like  he’d  hoped  (  &  those  hundreds  of  years  she  didn’t  roam  the  earth  any  longer,   it  infuriated  him.  he’d  claim  it’s  because  if  anyone  were  to  kill  her,  it  should  be  him,  as  if  he  ever  could.  )   she  infuriates  him,   everything  once  soft  replaced  with  sharpened  knives,   his  own  form  of  protection.

              &   there   it    is  !   the  physical  damage,   so  little   in  comparison  to  the  insurmountable  pain  he’s  dealt  with  throughout  the  centuries.   it’s  a  sick  kind  of  fulfillment,   when  being  practically  indestructible,   there’s  a  certain  thrill  of  it.  deft  fingers  surround  her  wrist,   the  touch  is  almost  gentle,   just  enough  to  be  there,  a  warning  of  sorts.  her  grip  on  his  throat  has  a  widening  smile  on  his  lips,   “    you  know  me,    “   perhaps  better  than  anyone.  “  you’re  not  stupid,   you  knew  i’d  come.   so  have  at  it,    little  vamp.   “

              “    talking  things  out  never  was  your  strong  suit,    hm  ?    “    a  laugh,   inhumanly  hollow,    a  shell  of  the  delight  that  used  to  fill  it.  his  grip  on  her  wrist  tightens  only  slightly,  still  evidently  not  even  attempting  to  cause  damage.   dark  gaze  watches  her  through  thick  lashes,  getting  closer   &   closer.   a   snort,     “    nothing  you  haven’t  done  before,   i’d  simply  have  delivered  you  one  back  in  return,   it’s  only  polite.    “   his  vexation’s  well  masked,   that  same  infuriating  grin,   almost  boyish.

[mortales]

*    bels.

face      curled      into      sour      disgust      :      vampires      littered      the      streets      ,      &      while      she      expected      a      small      town      to      have      it’s      own      skeletons      or      two      ,      the      originals      were      a      whole      new      level      of      corpses      she’d      rather      steer      clear      of      .      vampires      at      their      worst      .      ‘      i      assume      you      prepared      a      house      warming      present      ?      it’d      be      rude      to      show      up      empty      handed      .      ’      good      little      girl      with      good      little      ,      sarcastic      manners      .      ‘   money      .      there      was      an      opening      at      briar      high      for      a      nurse      ,      &      since      my      last      job      laid      me      off      for      bullshit      reasons      !    here      i      am      .      but      i’ll      never      turn      down      some      old      fashion      fun      .      ’

                  if  there  was  anyone  ambrose  trusted  to  stay  alive  in   a  town  brewing  with  drama  spanning  back  a  thousand  years  &  curses  half  of  that  ---  well  bels  would  be  the  first  one  to  pop  into  his  mind.   “   let’s  just  say  they  know  i’m  in  town  !    although  a  local  pack  &  coven  leader  getting  killed  is  a  little  particular,    i’m  pretty  interested.    “    if  not  distrusting  of  the  vampires,  her  words  just  widen  his  grin,  really,  he  saw  too  much  of  himself  in  her.

                 “    well,   i  always  have  space  for  you  if  the  need  arises.  “   whether  it  be  in  his  home,  the  multiple  businesses  he’s  delved  into  throughout  the  years  or  his  lucrative  fortune,  it  goes  unsaid  that  she  could  simply  ask  &  he’d  hang  the  stars.   his  tone’s  only  slightly  more  serious,  still  enough  so  to  be  a  drastic  change  from  his  usual  nonchalance.  “   just  be  careful  around  the  bjornssons,  there’s  some  bad  blood  i’d  rather  you  didn’t  get  dragged  into.    “ 

[mortales]

*    freya.

the feeling of someone behind her came as a surprise —- a woosh of a scent she had a need to both hate and have, all at the same time. before she could react to it in any way, shape or form, though, she heard his voice. and after that, her back was against the wall and his arm was against her throat. her hands had instinctively gone up to his arm. 

“i’d say we have to stop meeting like this,” she began, her voice raspy from the pressure her throat was feeling, “but that’d be us going against tradition.” her comment came casually as if she wasn’t fazed by his presence —  inside, however, she felt many contrasting emotions, all of which she wanted to get rid of.

freya furrowed her eyebrows, confused about what he meant. “i haven’t thought about you in centuries,” a lie she’d start telling herself as well, “so refresh my memory on what kind of message i sent you.”

                “    well,   we  wouldn’t  want  to  break  tradition  would  we  ?     “    &  how  did  they  get  here  ?  his  low  voice  filled  with  poison  was  once  dripping  with  honey,   warm  laughter  beside  a  crackling  fire,  saccharine  smiles  in  a  meadow   ---   all  too  vivid  of  memories.  they  weren’t  always  like  this,  glimpses  of  the  past  that  keep  him  from  ever  going  further  because  he  can’t.   perfectly  matched  in  every  way  &  oh,  what  a  cruel  twist  of  fate  that  was. 

                “    liar.    “   we  can’t  hide  from  each  other,  unspoken  truth  hidden  beneath  the  venom  on  his  features.   “    a  young  wolf  pushed  into  incoming  traffic,   my  eyes   &   ears  tell  me  it  was  an  original   &   the  wolf’s  only  known  connection  was  me.    “

                 “    so  tell  me,    anything  else  ?   do  you  want  to  gloat  about  how  good  it  felt  to  kill  them   ?    how  you  knew  it  would  get  back  to  me  &   i’d  come  running  ?    “    after  another  forceful  jolt  against  the  wall,  strong  enough  to  kill  any  mortal  (    &   that  was  the  point,   wasn’t  it  ?  they  were  as  far  from  human  as  imaginable.  )  he  lets  go,  steps  back,  prepared  for  anything.   perhaps  it’s  his  own  twisted  punishment  for  being  unable  to  save  them   ------  she  always  did  hurt  much  worse  than  wolfsbane.

[mortales]

*   kennedy.

━━━  ✧ 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 .

walking alone at night never bothered kennedy – foot was a common mode of transportation back where she was from, and to her, the dark was only scary if you thought too hard about it. besides — if she could protect herself on the streets of new york, she was absolutely golden in a small town like this. or so she thought. one arm occupied by the takeout she’d bought from creek’s grill & bar, the naively unbothered human took a turn down the dark street towards her apartment building, but slowed in her tracks when she heard something behind her. turning around, a peculiar look dawned on her features when she saw no one. “hello?” 

                 really,   it’s  too  easy  !    while  he’s  rather  fond  of  the  mortal  considering  she’s  one  of  his  employees  &  frankly  entertaining---   he  just  wouldn’t  be  himself  if  he  didn’t  catch  her  by  surprise.   it’s  all  good  -  natured  really,  the  grin  on  his  face  says  as  much  &  if  he  ends  up  raising  her  pay  because  of  it.  well,  let’s  just  say  he’s  got  the  cash  to  spare.  as  soon  as  she  turns  to  look  behind  her,   ambrose  closes  in,  standing  where  she  was  originally  looking  &  head  inclines  to  make  up  for  his  height.    “     boo.     “

[archivedsometimesemwrites]

“two thoughts, equally as terrifying: WHAT IF I SEE YOU AGAIN? WHAT IF I DON’T?”

— Untitled, Margaret Schnabel (via starrymar)

[hazelcrft-deactivated20211004]

@hungrys

[odasmusings]

     You can’t get to ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴍ unless you get through ᴍ ᴇ . 

[mortales]

@slayur

[mortales]

*     bels.

unsurprisingly      ,      bels’      mood      varied      from      companion      to      companion      ,      &      more      often      than      not      ,      she      wore      her      lips      tightly      sewed      together      !      it      wasn’t      personal      ,      just      the      way      the      she      wolf      was      .      but      the      shift      of      persona      caused      belonged      to      the      presence      of      one      -      albeit      old      -      boy      :      the      catalyst      of      the      ear      to      ear      grin      she’ll      be      wearing      for      the      rest      of      the      day      .      ‘      surprise      !      ’      mocked      ,      pointed      elbow      amusingly      shoved      into      his      side      .      ‘      look      who’s      talking      ,      didn’t      think      you’d      be      leaving      your      cave      any      time      this      decade      .      ’

                  “    mm,    my  old  haunt  was  growing  boring.   plus,  i  heard  some  dear  old  friends  of  mine  are  back.   i  just  had  to  pay  them  a  visit    !     “   despite  the  imminent  threat ,   he  had  no  plans  to  let  the  vampires  of  the  town  get  their  hands  on  anyone  he  held  dear,   not  again.   his  grin  just  grows  in  response  to  her  own,  bels  seemed  well  &  that’s  all  ambrose  could  ask  for.    “   what  brought  you  to  town  ?   looking  for  some  fun   ?    there’s  plenty  to  be  had.      “

[mortales]

                as  soon  as  ambrose  caught  wind  of  one  of  his  wolves  being  killed  by  an  original,   there  was  no  question  in  his  mind  of  who.  (   &  some  level  of  shock,  last  he’d  heard  from  the  vampire’s  he’d  interrogated,  there  was  no  word  of  them,  no  word  of  her  in  particular.   )   it  was  an  intricate  dance  that  spanned  the  centuries  since  their  creation,  each  move  resulted  in  another  stalemate.

                every  sign  pointed  towards  her   &   so  he’d  done  what  he  does  best,  hunt.   vampires  with  any  correlation  made  to  talk  one  way  or  another,  corpses  burnt  to  ash  in  his  wake.  finding  her  is  a  paradox  of  emotions,  indescribable  vexation    /    the  cavernous  desire  to  see  her  again,  alive.

                like  a  ghost,    he  stands  there  in  the  reflection  behind  her.     “    how  did  i  know  it  would  be  you  ?   “     it’s  not  more  than  a  growl,   inhuman  speed  knocking  her  into  the  nearest  wall,   albeit  weaker  than  his  wolf  form     ---     they  know  how  to  catch  the  better  of  the  other  in  every  way.     “    you  know,    a  letter  works  just  as  well  if  you’re  trying  to  leave  me  a  message.     “

@bjcrnsson​      /       closed.

[mortales]

               “    bels  !     “    almost  jovial  excitement  in  his  usually  gruff  tone,   a  grin  sits  upon  his  freckled  features,  he’d  recognize  her  anywhere.   from  the  moment  they’d  met  he’d  had  a  soft  spot  for  the  other  wolf,   whether  it  be  the  dire  circumstances  or  simply  her  personality.  it’s  an  inhuman  speed,  a  few  long  strides  &  he’s  playfully  bumping  his  shoulder  into  hers.   “    it’s  been  awhile,    i  didn’t  expect  to  see  you  around  here.    “

@slayur​     /     closed.

[mortales]

&.  →  MALE  :  BOB MORLEY : BLOODY SHIRT BY TO KILL A KING — is that AMBROSE LYKOSSON wandering through Briar Creek? They’ve only been here for THREE YEARS and word around the town claims that the 30/1000+ ORIGINAL WEREWOLF is known to be DAUNTLESS and DECEPTIVE. They can be found at BATE'S MOTEL as the OWNER.  With them being part of the LYKOSSONS, it’s only a matter of time before blood is shed.

(   note,   this  blog  is  a  sideblog  to  rhys’  (  huntrs  )  follow  backs  as  well  as  memes,  etc.  will  be  sent  from  there  !!   )

                            ❝     dying   is   easy,    everything  else  is  work.     ❞

❛❛   aesthetic .  ❜❜   ―   ◜   ❏  . ―  constellations  of  freckles  on  his  skin,   snapping  jaws  full  of  sharp  teeth,     the  feeling  of  being  watched,   low  echoing  laughter.    . ― ✎  rory.

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full name:  ambrose  lykosson

age:  thirty  /   1000+

date of birth:  unknown,   sometime  during  the  winter.

occupation:  owner  of  bate’s  motel.

species:  original  werewolf.

language(s) spoken:  english,  tagalog,  spanish,  latin   &   more,   bits  &   pieces  of  many  others.

hair color:  black

eye color:  brown

notable scars or tattoos:  crescent  moon  birth  mark  on  his  left  shoulder  blade.

interior ▸

2 positive traits:    dauntless,  adaptable

2 negative traits:   deceptive,   wildcard

likes:  fighting,   causing  mischief   /   anything  that  captures  his  attention,  making  connections,   running.

dislikes:  anything  boring,   pretending  to  be  nice,  anyone  stuffy,  being  alone,  most  depictions  of  him  in  history  (  he’s  quite  picky  about  it  !!  )

habits:  cracking  his  knuckles,  running  a  hand  through  his  hair,  pushing  himself  physically  when  stressed.

family ▸

no  written  records  of  any  blood  related  family  members,  ambrose  rarely  if  ever  mentions  them.

bio ▸

cursed  a  thousand  years  ago  as  a  wolf  to  hunt  down  vampires  ?  right  up  his  alley  !!   at  one  point,  he  might’ve  been  more  remorseful  or  conflicted  but  it  has  essentially  entirely  faded  throughout  the  years. 

carlisle  cullen  but  a  chaotic  werewolf  ??  meaning  he  would  find   &  take  in  newly  turned  wolves,  making  connections  &  taking  care  of  them  like  they  were  his  own  family.  it  was  in  fact,  partly  out  of  his  desire  to  protect  family  /  actually  caring  for  them  &   partly  because  he  wanted  power.  he  wanted  those  who  would  go  to  bat  for  him,  who  would  help  him  hunt.  peace  was  never  an  option  for  him.

essentially  was  a  traveling  pack  for  a  long  time,  hunting   &   making  detours  to  pick  up  new  wolves  who  he’d  teach  &   take  care  of.  actually  caring  for  them  became  second  nature,  even  today  he  has  an  undeniable  loyalty  to  most  other  wolves,  even  some  hybrids  to  an  extent.

he  quickly  found  out  caring  too  obviously  put  them  in  danger,  those  he  cared  for  were  killed,  so  in  turn,  he’d  kill  anyone  his  enemies  cared  for  as  well.  his  hands  are  stained  in  the  blood  of  thousands.

ambrose  played  along  with  hunting  down  vampires  for  years  upon  years,  until  he  simply  grew  tired  of  it  !  it  no  longer  entertained  him  &  thus  no  longer  was  his  probably.  plus,  he  figured  it  was  his  way  to  no  longer  indulge  the  curse  placed  upon  him.

that  isn’t  to  say  he  didn’t  still  kill  if  the  need  arose,  it  was  simply  more  of  a,  i’ll  protect  family  first.

hasn’t  shied  away  from  life’s  luxuries,  wherever  something  was  happening,  ambrose  was  never  far  behind.

this  being  said  he  quite  literally  is  part  of  a  lot  of  myths  /  legends  told  around  the  world.  he  gets  quite  offended  at  their  depiction  of  him  most  of  the  time,  also  probably  makes  people  think  his  motel  is  haunted.

lies  about  who  he’s  known,  how  old  he  is,  just  who  he  is,  honestly  just  whatever  makes  it  more  fun  for  him.  he’s  an  ass !  although  most  of  what  he  lies  about  isn’t  too  serious.

still  looks  for  wolves  to  take  care  of  to  this  day,  they  can  come  &  go  as  they  please  but  he  will  bat  for  them  no  matter  what.

heard  something  was  happening  in  briar  creek,  there  was  no  way  he’d  stay  away !

talks  a  lot  more  like  bellamy  than  bob  as  well,  i  just  imagine  him  having  quite  a  gruff  voice.

couldn’t  care  less  about  most  vampires  now,   unless  they  trying  to  fuck  with  him  or  one  of  his  wolves     --     then  he  cares  !

his  wolf  form’s  essentially  a  large  pure  black  wolf  with  glaring  gold  eyes  !

pansexual  &  quite  the  flirt,     that  being  said  despite  his  nature  &  how  he  acts  most  of  the  time.  he’s  easily  committed  to  those  he  cares  about,  stayed  with  past  loves  for  hundreds  of  years  until  their  death  or  circumstance  tore  them  apart.

cares,  actually  isn’t  afraid  to  care  by  any  means  he  is  just  chaos  incarnate,  no  one  ever  quite  knows  what  he’s  up  to,  whether  he’ll  destroy  everything  he’s  created  or  simply  just  sit  back  &   watch  everything  unfold.

i have plenty of wcs   !!   so hit me up to plot or give this post a like > :  )

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