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❛ hey... you AWAKE? ❜ slender digits reach to touch her cheek, an uneasy feeling coiling inside tender organs with each beeping of the machine. it’d been YEARS since he felt this worried. why couldn’t she be more careful... ❛ ollie... ❜ his voice trails off, warm pads trailing down tinted skin, head canting to the side, blue eyes fixed on her face. even now, she’s so pretty.
mercylead.
a whimper form of a plea breaks past pastel brims, wrists knotted within binds of broken flesh. she’s lacy —- meld of intricate patterns of docile deceit && the rabbit, timid and shy squints towards pulls within her captor. chin tucks within her chest, hiding brilliant shades of evergreen against him. “ you can trust m-me. “ the offer shapes softly, a drizzle of honey && syrup entwined between each word that propels. “ i won’t…..do anything but get food. i won’t even —- look at people. “
HONEYED flesh teases him to oblivion, buried delicacies of tender wilderness --- & he won’t admit they overwhelm his senses. that he’s enamored with the scent of strawberries & cream filling his nostrils as he nuzzles into golden curls, or taste of untarnished ivory melting on saccharine lips, scorching VIRTUE cursing through thin veins decorating her neckline. ❛ you can look at people. ❜ an ash coat of possessiveness covers them & despite CONSENT, dire need clutches to vocals, fingers pressed to her waistline. ❛ ---just not any guys, okay? ❜
mercylead.
a soft sigh alleviates the shudder amidst a swollen chest, meekly shallow orbs peak over the couch with a curious gaze. “ it’s been a few days….i didn’t want to disturb you. “ blinking in a short succession — tiny hands gently pad along the cushion. “ could i go out…and get something? “
ERRATIC thumping beats rattle within frail cages, reverberating against corridors of haunted manors, demons lurking HUM, predatory & impatient. ❛ that so? i guess we’re used to having a human around the house... ❜ GREEDY fingers snatch the LAMB, swift & sudden; grasp tightens, urging feeble wrists to give in, forcing her petite frame to collapse against his chest. ❛ can i trust you to do that? ❜
mercylead.
gentle —– careful steps are taken, easing way slowly. “ m —- michael. “ it left with a soft coo before gingerly stopping in quiet tracks. “ we need more — food. i’m….we’re out of it. “
PLACID, laying still; splayed over the crimson couch, a single evergreen hue pops open to her call. ❛ hmm? ❜ tiny MOUSE, she’ll squeak & scatter at the flash of a light bulb. he knows she wouldn’t prob him unless necessary. ❛ ah... yes. you’ve been following my advice, then? good girl... it’d be very troublesome if you were to become anemic, little lamb. ❜
MICHAEL, VIKTOR & NESTOR ANDROSHCHUK
she should have know that villains often come with pretty faces.
PANDORA DAWSON
you’re soft, soft like spring flowers and sunsets and the white feathers inside your pillow.
whxmsical.
her head cocks to the side, curious & unusually dark eyes GLEAM at the mention of the dead. ❛ despite being very much alive, i prefer the company of the dead to the company of the living. a PECULIAR preference, so i’ve been told. — but you don’t seem to think so. perhaps it’s because you’ve been dead for so long. have you any company besides the dead ? ❜
bony shoulders LIFT & drop nonchalantly. ❛ eh, ❜ he’s whining now, childishly so, a hint of playfulness to his tone. ❛ not long-term. but i do PREFER the living... they’re much more chatty, y’know? not that i’m complaining... it’s just undead people always think they know so much about everything, ❜ threading his fingers between raven locks, he’ll start breading a small chunk of hair for entertainment. ❛ i mean--- i do, but most of them are full of it. ❜
stupidlcmb.
her chest vibrated as a laughter bubbled inside of her. childish and taunting , like a child begging to be punished. it was so easy , riling up her boys. so easy && pleasant. ‘ oh , you’ll see ! ’ it was almost sang , fingers finding a home on the railing of the stairs. nestor. viktor. && now michael.
the giggle escaped her , high pitched as her vessel’s soft hand attached itself to the brother’s forearm. a pleasant surprise , to be met by such a vulnerable side of him. temptation coursed through her veins to claw at his skin until the ruby river ran. but this girl was so fragile , she was almost certain she’d break if she strained herself. she loved her boys , yes she did. but it was a different kind of love. a love a mother could ONLY hope to give her children. a love that twisted and bent , broke and changed her boys. perhaps too much. perhaps she had loved them a little too much.
she tightens her grip on his robe covered arms , moving in between , approaching closer. like a cat approaching the mouse. she almost had him , fingers playing with the sharp edge of his jaw. ‘ now , is that how you speak to a lady , my little songbird ? ’ that little name of his - one she used often when he grew up. her SONGBIRD. ‘ play me a song. ’ a mocking statement. a PLEAD for him to act.
not nearly as AGGRESSIVE as the others, he recoils on cue. those eyes of cyan glisten in awe, melancholic & insecure, vulnerabilities at display, slender digits drop to his side. searching for GALAXIES beyond reach, mournful gaze cast to the floor, deaf silence hungry & consuming, swallows each gap between syllables. ❛ i see... ❜ musing aloud in hushed whispers, he doesn’t look up until a LOUD thud ! screams for attention.
❛ step away from her. ❜ there’s a HOLE in the wall & blood dripping from bruised knuckles, hostility molding his posture, arched back & creased brow. michael understands --- much as he loathes pointless violence, but he’s also got more than one reasons not to allow for this to ESCALATE.
❛ what a pain --- ❜ michael LAUNCHES just in time, yanking her by the arm & throwing the serpentine behind him, nimble fingers clutch tightly at the other’s wrists. he’s faster, but viktor’s determined. ❛ damn you--- ❜ the blonde seethes through gritted teeth. ❛ viktor... i know you like her... don’t let that woman force your hand. ❜
whxmsical.
his eyes roll and a scoff falls from his lips as she feigns disinterest , his mouth twisting into a SLY smirk ( because he knows better ). ❛ oh please, princess — ❜ greedy hands are already reaching for her small waist , grabbing & pulling her close in one fluid movement. he always delights in the way it makes her squirm. ❛ — i KNOW you missed me. ❜
❛ ngh ! ❜ whimpering lamb of cotton LIPS, she’ll tremble & push small palms against his void chest, stomping, squirming to slip out of his iron grasp --- unsuccessful. thick lashes squint SHUT, that’s all it took for ivory cheeks to be flushed with a rosy tint. ❛ n-no ! y-you keeps your fangs away from my neck mister, i don’t know where they’ve been... ❜
lyra-p.
a soft glance is shared, peaking up towards the man as brims quirk into a small smile. it felt like it had been forever since she had the chance to glance upon his face. “ uhm, that would be nice because i’m stuck on this one thing and — “ a nimble hand grips upon her chocolate tresses, standing the whole behind her back. “ and it’s hard. “
humming vibrates against the roof of his mouth, the SMILE he wears is genuine one, faint dimples crooning give it away, idle eyes drifting to her neck linger. he’s SOFT with her, softer than he’d allowed himself to be with anyone, for centuries.
❛ hm. i can imagine... ❜ mumbling malicious words, cold lips cushion against tender flesh, peppering saccharine kisses along her cheek & exposed neckline. ❛ can’t you do me instead? i’m much easier. ❜
stupidlcmb.
her BOYS. her beautiful , beautiful boys. she remembered every one of them. their eyes , their speech. she remembered how each and every one of their hands ripped her apart. how viktor’s hatred burned brighter than the flames nestor set. how MICHAEL was more than willing to tear her to shreds that one night. her boys , so vindictive. vengeful. but her own nonetheless. ‘ mm , viktor. scream for help ? i’d wager it will be the other way around. but do not worry - i’ll be taking care of your brother. ’ once again. her heels clicked against marble flooring , as if to GRAB the attention of the house. to announce that the WOMAN of the house was finally back.
‘ nestor , my bear ! ’ NESTOR had always been the brightest of the three. so detail oriented. && he still held on to the gift she had given him. her favorite ( in some ways ). it took everything in her to remain grounded , to keep herself from walking and tearing every bit of his raven hair out of his scalp. or BURN that beat. ‘ still playing with your toys - aren’t you too old ? ’ venomous laughter fell from her lips. she threw a hand back , as if dismissing the two from her mind as she made way to the goal she had set. MICHAEL. she had already stepped onto the stairs , one step enough for her to turn her head with a SMILE. ‘ i hope you have a mop. ’
you’ll see EMPATHY drained from eyes of sapphire, bruised knuckles VIBRATE with boiling madness that corrupts; have you FORGOTTEN women like you end up reduced to ashes ? slashed , he’s still remembers your blood sprayed on white walls . ❛ — what’s that supposed to--- ❜ he’ll ask already knowing the answer, JAW clenched, prior activities otherwise forgotten.
nestor doesn’t flinch, if he’s UPSET or something akin to that, you can’t tell. he seems to recoil, fearing viktor’s outburst will somehow harm him. ❛ calm down viktor. ❜ he’ll advise calmly, tugging at the others sleeve & using his TALL frame as a shield. he waits for her to exit the room to look at the floor. what a troublesome woman, michael would often say.
❛ stop being so LOUD over this stupid game--- ❜ robe loosely tied to his waistline, he’s walking down the corridor draped in crimson silk when he nearly BUMPS into her, palms resting against the gap between her neck & shoulders --- clumsy of him, but he’s been resting. ❛ um ... what’s with you? ❜ he notices the SIGNIFICANT change of wardrobe instantly. here’s where she’ll get all FLUSTER & stutter, and he’ll gleefully proceed to taunt and harass her but... something feels off. ❛ why are you DRESSED like a hooker? ❜
lyra-p.
there was a gently breeze that languidly slithered down the dove’s back, causing a soft shake. sitting, writing, wracking her brain to produce a correct answer for homework that was due in a few hours. her belly must’ve growled ten times before actually slipping a piece of fruit between pearly teeth && gently suckled over the nectar. all she wanted was to finish her work in peace and quiet.
SLENDER arms are cold & it’s grip tight, they come without warning, slithering about her neckline & pulling her into him; nuzzling into mocha tresses, breathing in the scent of HUMANITY radiating off her. she’s an ember, always WARM. ❛ — need help? ❜
Idk my relationship with my siblings is always either “yo I’ll help you hide the body” or “do not even breathe in my direction” there is no in between.
stupidlcmb.
@pctalas didn’t ask for a starter but i’m giving you one anyway.
there was a shift that morning , her body no longer light and moveable. an anchor that strapped her down to the bed she resided in. no movements , her eyes refusing to open. no control. but there was a nagging chuckle at the back of her mind and like a siren , she awoke. but who was she ? arabella was no longer the pilot of her own body - in came VICTORIA. sitting up from her bed , eyes lingered on her body , lips curled into a sickening smile. && now , dressed in nothing but a tight dress , the brunette waltzed into michael’s home , whistling. ‘ michael. ’ her voice purred , taunting even. how she was going to enjoy this little game of theirs. she , for now , had a BODY. not her own , but a body nonetheless.
it’s COLD inside that house filled of corpses, they walk & talk, combed hair, sweet lips, sharp fangs --- but at the end of the day, it’s all they are, right? this one has WARNED you many times to be careful. he’s got those same cold, piercing eyes as his siblings, it’s of a faded shade of green, an ill-temper & a composed poise. ❛ he’s ASLEEP ❜ glancing up, he briefly makes eye-contact, taking a silent NOTE of her sudden choice of attire & demeanor. ultimately, he labels it ‘none of his business’. who knows? maybe michael’s succeeded in his mission to turn yet ANOTHER poor innocent girl into a chew toy. a sigh. why’s he dwelling on those thoughts anyways? CLOSED LIDS, heavy; he’ll brush it off, dismiss any worry, return to their game. ❛ whatever. --- wake him up if you want, the bedroom's upstairs --- assuming you don’t already know that. just don’t yell for help. ❜ he means that.
❛ enough CHATTER, viktor. you’re distracting me. ❜ the younger one grouches, clutching to his stuffed bear, chin resting between the animal’s ears, eyes FOCUSED on the chess pieces scattered about, they’re a shade darker than michaels & never lets him forget it. blank stare, no playfulness in his tone --- he lets his vexation show, unconcerned. yet he PICKS UP on something. ❛ hm. you think someone can change their soul, viktor? ❜ the other SHOOTS him a skeptical glance & moves one PIECE forward. ❛ don’t ask such weird questions. ❜ & he leaves it at that. after all, people’s souls are their own burden, not his. he’s got TEDDY to take care of, anyhow.
@whxmsical
a SMIRK curls along soft edges like wisps of smoke, present --- but lingering, coiling inside your lungs. his tall frame leans closer, an almost innocent glint to cold eyes & cured blush on otherwise pale cheekbones. ❛ i’ve heard you like DEAD THINGS, that so ? then you might be interested in studying my body. ❜
@whxmsical
WHINE whine , click ! click ! cyan eyes are scrolling through girl pictures ; blondes, BRUNETTES ( his personal favorites ) & there’s even a few redheads. ❛ i have an assignment on my culture’s food. ❜
