Unfortunate Souls

Indie Vincent Nightray roleplay blog. Please review the rules before following! Most icons displayed here belong to me, though others have been collected from icon blogs. Credit can be found here.

[omenofmisfortune]

here-chesha-chesha said: 

(( I would with Dormouse but I’m confined to mobile until my computer finishes the damn boot scan asdfjkl; -weeps- ))

{ ajerwknq I'm so sorry about that. }

[omenofmisfortune]

I'm actually going to try to be on here tonight. Would anyone like a thread? Because I can't run a blog without a thread going. 

[shirayukkis]

[princess-vinea]

Those beautifully malicious hues that gazed upon her may have made any other woman swoon or fear for their well being. However, they did nothing but capture her attention from the mismatched colors and the darkness that lay within them. Interesting as he was, however, she dare not let herself grow attached. She wasn’t here for more than perhaps a month at best from the phenomena that threw her here. 

Though at the extended hand, her own delicately moved and rested in the male’s, a warm smile on her features. “Ahh, I would love to join you. I’ve nothing better to do this evening anyways and I’d love to speak with you more, Vincent.” Maybe she could find a way to figure things out about this world? Maybe a way to return to her own even.

[omenofmisfortune]

     His smiled curved up further as he took that gentle hand into his own fingers; how soft was that skin-- just as it would have been on any other woman. Weren't women so tender in touch and appearance, and yet so heartless in mind? He only had ill memories of females, because the ones he had come across were either easily manipulated or were the ones who committed the manipulation. He wondered just how many of them would get entwined around his heart in the future- and would the one he pursed at the present be any different?

     He pulled the girl's tiny frame closer to his own and attempted to move in step with the slow melody drifting through the breeze. All the while, he wondered about his acquaintance; where was she from that required such peculiar dress? And those eyes of light fuchsia colour would have brought about hell on her part, were she from around these parts. Child of misfortune, she would have been labeled, and then sentenced to years of misery just as he had been.

     "Lady Kougyoku, might I say that you indeed have the finest eyes I have ever seen?" He mused, hoping the line would string her in. 

[leobaskerville]

Vincent, we want you to stay in the sunshine forever, too Happy Birthday

[kiiseru]

[omenofmisfortune]

why quit tho you're so lovely. ;w;

SCREAMS ahh you're lovelier!! I don't think I can match your quality. //runs away 

[omenofmisfortune]

Yamane licked his lips, letting out a soft hum as he leaned over Vincent's shoulder, turning his head to nuzzle against the man's jaw in a mockery of a loving embrace. "Oh Master, how I have missed you..." he murmured, words sliding around them like oil or sewage. "Tell me... can I consume your heart now, Master?" (( I APOLOGIZE FOR HIM. FEEL FREE TO CHANGE HIM BACK. YAMANE JUST WANTED TO CREEP OTL ))

     Quite an annoying chain, to be frank. Vincent bit his lip to hold back his annoyance. “What is it you want?” He questioned, albeit his tone was laced with hostility, and he was practically seething with anger. “Go away. I have things to attend to for dear Gil. They do not involve you.” 

[slumbering-sewer-rat-blog]

He’d managed to piss Vincent off.  Good.  Let the man live in his world for a change.  Yamane smirked, yanking on Vincent’s hair because he could.  ”I already told you, idiot Master, I want your heart.”  He huffed, emerald eyes narrowing.  ”And I’m always involved, idiot Master.  You’d be dead a long time ago if it weren’t for Dormouse and I.”  Maybe he should go bother Gilbert as well, just to make sure that the blond understood who held the power here.

[omenofmisfortune]

     Vincent scowled at the creature and swatted its hand away. "Stop that," he retorted, in regards to the child yanking at his hair. Not only did it hurt, but it served as yet another annoyance the blond didn't need in his life. "If it's my heart you want, you should already know it belongs to Gil," he mused, evidentially not caring whether or not the intent behind his words could be misconstrued. 

[xinitium-blog]

ok so imma come out and say this real short and quick

if u like the way someone writes tell them or if you like the way someone looks, talks, tell. them. b.c i can assure you no matter what number of followers they have they will always be astounded that someone actually likes something they do and its nice to get a little appreciation once in a while.

[prettyoon-moved-blog]

Favorite character from Pandora Hearts

Vincent Nightray

[princess-vinea]

That gaze she knew all too well. Despite the beauty of his eyes, she knew to be wary of this man’s gaze. The charm he used did nothing to sway her as her contemplative fuchsia hues remained on this man’s form. He was different yet the same as any other she’d met. He held the same eyes as many others whom tried to use her. Yes, she was very perceptive of one’s intent, though she’d be a rather poor princess if she weren’t. However, she offered him a charming enough smile, as that of a proper princess should, and allowed the music playing in the back ground to soothe her just enough to interact with this man without raising suspicions. “Ah~ You flatter me sir. My name is Kougyoku Ren. It’s a pleasure to meet you. And you are-?”

[omenofmisfortune]

     "I am Vincent," he answered with a gentle smile resting on his lips. It almost hurt to wear such a phony grin, and yet he couldn't stop himself. Women were so easy to manipulate if only he played the part well enough; the younger ones, especially, were often more liable to corruption. He cocked his head slightly to the side and allowed long locks of blond bang to drape over his dual-coloured orbs, albeit his eyelids closed over said eyes shortly before he parted his lips once more to speak. "Would you care to dance, Lady Kougyoku? It would seem the music is just right for the occasion...!" He informed her whilst extending a hand as an offering of some sorts.

     Thus far, he had no malicious intend behind his words, but was merely conversing to pass the time. Although, if worse came to worse, he was always carrying the familiar pair of scissors he used in case of torturous possibilities. 

[princess-vinea]

She wasn’t surprised that this had happened- That she had been taken to a new land. Considering two legendary magicians resided in her country back home- and one being less than friendly to her- it was a wonder something like this hadn’t happened to her yet. Rather than allow herself to become frantic of her movement, however, she decided to explore, fuchsia hues flicking to this or that. Everything was vastly different from her own era- more…modernized? Though at the voice that called to her, she froze and turned to glance at the blond, blinking at flickering mismatched hues. Now that was something she didn’t expect…”A-ah, no. I’m sorry, I’m merely a bit lost is all.” Would he believe her if she said she were from another world? Probably not. “I’m not from around here is all. Am I intruding?”

[omenofmisfortune]

     Her expression was akin to a child's. He wondered just how much he could taint her silly little existence with his manipulation, with his thievery. He leant over and cradled her tiny hand in his own, then rested his soft lips tenderly atop the porcelain skin on the upper side of her hand. Such was only a gentlemanly thing to do when presenting one's self, yes? He pulled away and respectfully dropped his grip before resting heterochromatic hues on her fuchsia ones. "Of course not. We are merely having a party, after all," he stated, as the music drifting through the atmosphere changed from lively to a slower melody. The festivities were about to get interesting to say the least, and only time could tell what kind of massacre would take place within the span of an hour, but at least he could have a little fun before the horror took place. "Such a pretty face you have," He whispered as he stroked a lock of her light pink locks between his gloved fingers. "Might I have your name?" 

[omenofmisfortune]

Yamane licked his lips, letting out a soft hum as he leaned over Vincent's shoulder, turning his head to nuzzle against the man's jaw in a mockery of a loving embrace. "Oh Master, how I have missed you..." he murmured, words sliding around them like oil or sewage. "Tell me... can I consume your heart now, Master?" (( I APOLOGIZE FOR HIM. FEEL FREE TO CHANGE HIM BACK. YAMANE JUST WANTED TO CREEP OTL ))

     Quite an annoying chain, to be frank. Vincent bit his lip to hold back his annoyance. "What is it you want?" He questioned, albeit his tone was laced with hostility, and he was practically seething with anger. "Go away. I have things to attend to for dear Gil. They do not involve you." 

[aichirou]

[omenofmisfortune]

princess-vinea started following you.

     Yet another woman with a beautiful face and hair to compliment a gentle complexion, albeit her choice of dress varied from the typical garments of his own era. Vincent smiled and approached, playing out a sweet façade that was typically available only in the presence of females. "Welcome," he greeted with lips rounding at the corners for form a grin. "Is there anything you need, my lady?" 

[noe-archiviste]

[sarcasticbibliophile]

♛} Leo still wasn’t quite used to having Vincent around as a servant. He was barely used to Vincent’s personality really. He always stood back and watched that odd charm from afar, but he wasn’t sure how to handle it when the blond was looking at him.

Gross.

"I’m getting hungry…"

[omenofmisfortune]

     Soft lips curled up at the corners to form a grin of somewhat malicious intent. Albeit Vincent was happy to please his new master, it was only due to their promise- the promise that his existence would be wiped away at the hands of Leo, no... Glen. He merely wanted the best for his brother, and all his actions were based on what was in Gil's best interest.

     "Oh? What would you like me to make you then?" Vincent queried softly as he cast his heterochromatic hues towards Leo.