#allicere

[hellrager]

pokes his horn

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

[mxgicalheathen-moved]

@allicere Wanted to meet the Magical girl

“Ya know, ah’m kinda glad ya ain’t like any bullshit that humans show to us ‘bout vampires. Yer kinda sexy. Ah would not be against yer drinkin’ me blood.” Oh, you sinful child, stop that. You are very gay right now. ANd yet, she does not seem to care about that and just watches the other female with her blue eyes filled with curiosity. She told whatever was on her mind and this was exactly that. Gay. 

“Yer pretty tall though. Ah’m a bit jealous ya know?” She added, right after. Her finger bringing a lit cigarette to her mouth, so that she can take a few puffs and later exhale the smoke from her nose. HOLY SHIT. 

[vicariousphotographer]

{ @allicere }

     It had been too much at this point. The pounding in his head, the way things would suddenly appear at his peripheral vision then disappear when he views them... Henry didn’t believe he can even  wait  until he got home to acquire some rest. The bench under a street lamp ( how goddamn fitting ) is what he could find and he settled himself down, placing an arm along the top then leaning his head on it.      “....”       ...He’s out like a light in minutes, all surroundings lost upon him as Henry attempted to catch some sleep.

[conoscenze]

‘the one thing about the dead is they’ve got nothing left to lose.’

@allicere

“… They surely don’t.” of course the necromancer would be amused—when talking about the dead, no matter the context, she is always bound to be entertained. Salice finds them pitiful, really; and just as fascinating. If her schedule wasn’t so tight, she would likely spend hours studying them. While she might know how to resurrect them, she doesn’t know exactly why. What makes them tick once they’re dragged back into the hell that is the land of the living? These questions have always been left unanswered, both by her instructors and her books—if she had the time. If she had the time, she would find out in less than a week.     “I wouldn’t say that’s the only fascinating thing about them, though.” her attraction to them isn’t physical as it is spiritual. They despise her for forcing them into life: she adores them for their tenacity and stubbornness. The reward that comes from struggling under their grasps—their utmost submission—is and will always be delicious. “What prompted you to say that?”

[noircisaint]

' oh, yes. he’s definitely watching you. can’t you see that everyone is? '

❝ Let them. It is hardly my fault that he began staring. ❞ It was highly that his significant other was get mad at her for a little as simply being at the bar. His curious eyes were followed by his girl and she proceeded to make a problem which went mostly ignored until the moment she was getting physical.  

It would not take much to lay her out over the floor. Most likely unconscious, perhaps more. ❝ If anyone else wishes to try something you will end up the same. ❞

@allicere

[booichy-blog]

“I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you.”

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

                            “...H-huh? - Are you sure? I-I might not help with um.. the whole ‘keeping you warm’ thing, you know?” The ghost mumbled shyly as she rose her hands to somewhat cover her blushing face. “B-but who am I to deny my guest... I’ll s-stay and keep you company through the night if that’s what you’d like.” 

[armazeilor]

‘i know that there’s much more than that.’

Of course there was. But who was he to ruin the mystery? He was suspicious all right, sitting around this late at night, a beacon all too white for the dark forest behind him; one might just assume he used himself as bait. So the wizard’s gaze held hers unwavering as he bit slow into his apple—red enough between pale fingers almost to match her crimson stare, juice trailing sweet along his lip.

“You wanna take a guess? I’m not that secretive.”

A lie, naturally, but not without reason. Though secretive he was, he did intend to tell her, should she ask, what really was his business. For now he only sat there aloof propped boyishly atop the farmland fence, woods shuddering quiet beyond.

@allicere

[vicariousphotographer]

‘i’m trying very hard not to judge you.’

{ @allicere }

     “...Why? You don’t need to exert yourself with that -- judge all you want, really.” He sounded slightly weary, but Henry continued to do his task at hand. Which happened to be playing with the settings of his camera to snap more pictures.