#anhaima

[mcgnuficentia]

          “both. i want to learn as much as i can.” 

                                                                  // @anhaima || x

[swansvng]

     ---- ‘ hi my name is Eurebus Cheslock and I’m here to audition for the part      of Gregory Violet . ready ? ’ he’s crying now , trying not to laugh . lifting his      head , he shouts : ‘ ‘ I just wanted everyone to keep smiling ! ’ ’ 

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Her grip is gentle, but firm; a steadying warmth meant to offer comfort, and encouragement. But for who? Lenalee is praised for being angelic within the Order’s walls, but the truth of the matter is that she experiences anxiety in large crowds-- especially those that are filled with strange, unfamiliar faces. 

She quickens her pace, speaking so softly that her voice is nearly swept away in the sea of sounds that surround them. “It won’t be much longer now..."

@anhaima

[deathlymemoirs-a]

|I ✝ I|  @anhaima  |I ✝ I|

What an odd manner to waste away the wee hours, some might have thought, with a moon so bright hanging on the skies, but not a star to be seen. Bloodstained cuffs of a handsome little liar... Just what was he made of? Glorified deceits && arrogance without a doubt, but also, the distinct dread of being seen as anyone less than superior.

Revenge dressed up as justice, if only because it sounded prettier that way, was served him cold, as well as to the others. Just how a pile of gold && some pampering could so easily turn men into monsters proved beyond comprehension, but that wasn’t a judgment of his to make-- leave the judging to the gods, they often said. But weren’t grim reapers worshiped as such in certain circles? 

They never learn, he thought, snickering away his musings. And meticulously did the scalpel find the skin, diligence shared as that of a fine gentleman to a maiden fair.

As little blood as possible had been spilled, though there was no helping it from staining his hands scarlet. And with a work close to completion, the telltale creak of a heavy door from which the hinges quite clearly begged changing had his head angling one such way as to give an askance look as Mr. Whatshisface waltzed in.

The quiet one of the lot, he’d rather call the lad. But what could he want at such a time? Let alone they were in his domain. What made the Mortician’s night, however, was just how the color made quicker work of draining from the lad’s gaunt features than one could spell hello, thus satiating Undetaker’s doubts as to whether he could get any paler under a certain light... or fright.

❝ Oh my. Here I thought you couldn’t get any paler, but I wasn’t quite sure, you see? Now tell me... does my guest frighten you? ❞ The tall man greeted the next with a mouthful of scratchy snickering to that off-putting lilt of his. His hands stained in red as though speaking, && quite truthfully so, bloody murder -- an unwarranted souvenir of the P4′s mishap. 

❝ Why, come in. Don’t be afraid... Oh, and while you are at it, would you be so kind as to fetch me that beaker over there? It’s the one on the shelf. Whichever you prefer~ ❞

[swansvng]

     ---- ‘ God , Violet . desperate much ? don’t talk to him , Kadar . he’s not a      good person for you to associate with . ’ 

[deathlymemoirs-a]

He's never been big on this holiday, PDA being something he shied away from both with others and himself. But this is the first time he's actually had someone he cares to spend it with, the need to show his appreciation gnawing at the back of his mind for weeks despite not knowing if Cedric liked this holiday. It's lead to a rather unconventional gift; A full sized, black and white portrait of the woman he'd already drawn for him once, placed carefully where he's sure Cedric will find it later.

Though Cedric could not care less about whatever meaning marketing had cooked up for most holidays, there was no shame in enjoying them nonetheless. From parties, to good food && equally nice company… A lone man had little room to be picky, && the old grim reaper knew.

It wasn’t exactly something he expected– as a matter of fact, just how long had it been ever since the last somebody even bothered to gift him something? With his eyes locked on the portrait, the ghost in his memories transcending into physical realms, Cedric could almost instantly feel the smile gone from his face.

Ah… What a truly gifted lad, Gregory Violet was. Never had he even dreamt of meeting the woman, yet somehow, he was able to depict her just as though she’d been posing for him.

It took Cedric a while to so much as realize a tear, hot on his cheek, had stained the charcoal, seeping into the paper && making a botch of her dress’ lace ends. But he was blind to that, before his eyes she spun && she swayed, offered him a hand almost as if asking him, inviting the man to join her in death.

No… It wasn’t the time. Not yet. But the day would come eventually, that much, like an animal seeking shelter before a great flood, the grim reaper could feel crawling on his old bones.

[cxgedbeasts]

@anhaima is being a voyeur

The covers rustle, and he’s reminded to be more quiet, but it’s difficult. He’s so close, so painfully close, but he stops to wait it out, his eyes shut tightly, fingers squeezing somewhere around the base. A rugged breath escapes him, but he manages not to move until Gregory next to him has settled in.

The pause makes Herman realize how shameful his behavior is, and he briefly tries to will his erection away, but it’s impossible with how far he’s already gotten. He’s disgusting, he thinks, but brings his second hand towards his middle as well. He imagines two girls touching him at once, telling him how great it is. How good it feels. How much they want it. Good-- 

A gasp escapes him, and he opens his eyes just to realize he’s looking right at the Violet Wolf and she dent the blanket makes where his waist would be, curve leading right down to his.... NO. No, he wasn’t THAT perverted- but somehow the thought made him leak prematurely. It’d only be seconds from now, he could be shameful for seconds, right?

[scarlctfox]

Smooches his dumb, pretty face.

❝ Someone is in a good mood today, hm? What have I done to earn your affection? ❞ It was impossible to stifle lighthearted chuckles at the pleasant feeling of Gregory’s lips upon his visage, Edgar’s gaze filled with adoration as he observed the other prefect’s features. He then raised a hand to cup Gregory’s cheek, his thumb stroking pale skin affectionately before he leaned close to press their lips together.

❝ Are only allowing this because you wish to embarrass me? Unfortunately for you, this would not be the first time I walk around with your lipstick on me, you know. ❞