#amaranthvne

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                           ❝ See? I told you it was a GREAT idea! You                                              should listen to me more often.  ❞

                              ▸ amaranthvne┊Starter Call ┊Accepting 

[silentiio]

amaranthvne

“Hi, Ms. White. It’s nice to see you again.      How has Fabletown been treating you?”

[urbxnlegxnd]

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amaranthvne

“Can I help you?”

[jaenv]

"I'm proud of you."

The words made him stop what he was doing. 

Leo can never be bothered with anything, not entirely. But with sincerity filled with care and a hint of love, how could he not? The woman knows him half of his life, she took care of the things that his real mother couldn’t, and at times, he wishes that she should have been the woman who he’s supposed to love the most. But alas, he can’t get everything that he wants now, can he? Soon, as he slowly place the screw down on the table, he lifts his gaze up at her. He wants to say something, but his mouth was shut, lips pressed together as he keeps his eyes focused on the woman with too much red on her face, despite knowing the color with the hue of different grey that he grew accustomed to in seeing around with her; Leo doesn’t stop himself from standing though, and to envelop her in a tight and warm hug as he keeps his face down on the crook of his neck.

Because the words uttered from the woman’s lips were the words that he had been waiting for to hear, and she just knew how to make him the luckiest out of a few million. His lips starts moving now, maybe a small hint of smile trace along the corners of his lips, although he hopes it goes unnoticed. 

[shepherdofsuns]

amaranthvne  liked this post for a starter.

          “Forgive me my intrusion, the fairest of ladies,              but I have urgent  matters to discuss with you.            I  believe it will be  beneficial for both of us, as            in the future your childrens’ lives  depend on it.”

He presented  her a photo  of a man with surprisingly pale, almost silver skin tone, dressed in Victorian fashion, what made  him  easy  to  spot  among  the  crowd.

          “This  man,  I  believe, is  hiding  in Fablestown.  And            it would be wise for you to take some actions against            him before he makes his  first move. Once the wheel            starts  spinning,  there  is  no  turning  back.”

[jaenv]

text: dont no wut your talking bout not drukn

( msg: kyo. ) You’re drunk, aren’t you?

( msg: kyo. ) Why am I not surprised. Is he with you?

( msg: kyo. ) Tell him to get you back in your flat or I’m calling the police. Not that they could do anything to that beast, but woman, you need to go home. 

[kyungsoomd]

"I've never felt so peaceful before."

howl’s moving castle sentence meme 

 Every so often, Kyungsoo made a great deal for allotting a specific period of the week to simply do anything he wishes; no phone calls, no appointments, no binging on movies he might have watched thrice now. He wanted to devote that time to rehabilitate himself from all the vices his mind was drugged into, to opiate that budding desire to come back to his old self and the comforts of its shell.

Over the past few months, he managed to sell his apartment and buy a neat house just in the neighborhood he preferred. It had a backyard fit for any leisurely activity, and Kyungsoo knew just what he’d reserve that space for. He would go camping outside his own home for a few hours to take a nap, to attempt grilling outside, to get drunk over meaningless things.

But lately, the garden wasn’t enough for his new hobby that he opted to go to the nearest end of the forest on his side of town. On Wednesdays, he would wear the most comfortable clothes he could find in his closet and bike up to the site. From there, he would travel by foot and just breathe in.

A fresh breath of oxygen would last a while in his lungs, freeing it from the toxicity its been soaked in. The city has consumed him, and so he tries to let nature take its course and be consumed in it, lost in the purification of his soul with his thoughts lingering on about even the most miniscule of things.

He was always alone when he roamed the forest, not exactly wanting any company on his independence for contemplation. But tonight, it was different. His instincts told him that he wasn’t unaccompanied in this place as unsettling as it may be. Shadows were casted along the trees, forming all sorts of different imageries in his head. There were monsters in his head and there were giants that brought a heavy feeling of burden upon knowing someone else was there, walking with him.

‘I’ve never felt so peaceful before.’

Finally, after walking across a few dislodged trunks on his usual trail, his eyes met a familiar pair, dark with mystery yet soft with a tenderness his innocence held. “Fancy seeing someone else here,” he mumbled while chewing on some mint, his teeth clashing against the sweet delicacy before cracking in half in his mouth. That’s when he took a step closer to the other.

“Is this your escape to solemnity as well?”

[necvratu]

{ amaranthvne }

—Damien was fussy when it came to choosing his prey. He didn’t take any interest in the hideous-looking ones who were highly intoxicated with drugs and other substances that tasted disastrously awful. He preferred those from the high class types, those who had flawless skin and reeked of make-up and expensive perfume.

And oh, he spotted the perfect victim just a few steps away from him. He could smell her scent, Chanel No. 5, mixed with a slight hint of flowers and sweat. She was a vixen, tempting yet sweet. Damien felt the sexual predator inside him creeping up, but he wasn’t after sex. He just wanted to take a sip of her blood, maybe keep her as his slave for months until she was begging for him to release her or when she was completely sucked dry. Mercy wasn’t in Damien’s vocabulary. Only cruelty, death, and torture.

He approached her quietly, noting the sun had already set and the moon was starting appear from the dark clouds.

❝ Nice evening, isn’t it? ❞