#anthanios

[genitrice-a]

 crushed and filled with all i  found,  underneath and    inside    just    to    come    around more, give me more, give me more / @anthanios

[kaizyr]

>>     :     WITH     ELEKTRA NATCHIOS !

                    duncan was seeing red .      the color of fresh blood painted everywhere ,   heavily clinging to the tension between the two of them .   it was in the blood that dripped from his forehead to his unflinching eye .   it was the red on her garb that made her look like a walking altar for sacrifices .   it seemed to seep into the world outside their violent bubble .   in the conclusion of their useless fight ,   in the darkness of his dilapidated dwelling ,   they looked more like animals than humans .   well  -  oiled death machines hellbent on completing their assignments .   a crimson goddess and an emissary of death .   they could continue this pointless combat until they are wasted to nothing but open wounds and empty bullet casings .   they could kill each other and leave nothing but a river of blood in their wake .   would it be worth it ?   would that bring them satisfaction ?   duncan shifted in his stance and took a step closer .   the air grew heavier with every step .   would killing her make him sleep soundly at night ?

@anthanios​   sent   💔   and received a  kiss  to  give  up control .

                    duncan’s gun dropped to the floor in a loud   clank !   as he pulled her to him ,   lips connecting and not letting go .   people describe it like fire ,   and rightly so for he felt the burn as he felt her skin against him ,   but there was no romance in it .   no fireworks and no warmth .   instead ,   it came like a crashing icy wave .   the cold bite only made him want more .   he was exhausted .   expended .   hungry for something other than the shallow thrill offered by his job .   this was his surrender .   he let the kiss unravel him into her arms .   he let himself melt .   when he pulled away ,   his breaths came in labored heaves .   “   let us stop .   just stop .   ”

[genitrice-a]

&   @anthanios

 SHE   WALKS   IN   SPRING.      wilful   sacrifice   to   the   wolves,   she’ll   peel   away   sheep’s   skin   and   bare   her   throat   instead.   YOU,   BEAUTIFUL   SOLILOQUY   !!   chaos   touches   porcelain,   tongues   of   fire   wrapped   around   ankles,   and   still   she   stands   ---------   and   still   she   boils   the   air   she   touches.   like   glimmering,   beautiful   stars,   her   warmth   is   only   perceived,   and   not   felt.   few   are   those   worthy   of   such   delight.   lashes   flutter   in   languid   affection   ‘pon   the   approach,   unafraid   to   shatter   in   the   presence   of   the   divine         (   ARE   YOU   NOT   MARBLE   ??   ARE   YOU   NOT   CELESTIAL   ??   )         until   she   is   close   enough   to   run   her   fingers   down   a   bare   arm.   both   hands   wrap   around   one   of   elektra’s   hands,   bringing   it   up   to   press   it   against   her   own   cheek,   careful   not   to   snag   at   her   flesh   with   the   edge   of   her   smile.         “   i   heard   word   you   were   in   quite   the   mood   today,   my   love.   ”

[genitrice-a]

anthanios replied to your post: hm.   manhandle   padmé

elektra could, reasonably, pick padme up and throw her over her shoulder…

 elektra   is   more   than   welcome   to   pick   padmé   up   and   do   whatever   she   wants

[genitrice-a]

Six foot even baby lets do this i wanna see it

make   pad   feel   smol

[kaizyr]

>>     WITH   ELEKTRA NATCHIOS  !

                    it is the nature of a predator to play with it’s prey .      a lethal cat and mouse game ,   where he shows them his claws and his hungry maw only to delay the final bite .   to give the sense of possible escape .   to make them feel like they have the power to turn the tables on the order of nature .   to give them a little glimmer of faith in their weakening grasp of their life .   duncan doesn’t smile ,   only stared at their burning eyes as they try to squirm and claw and attempt to fight back .   and unlike predator and prey in nature ,   there will be no satisfaction at this hunt and kill   --   only the thought of another job well done .   another tick on his list .  

                         soon ,   the predator would stop this silly game .   here comes the final bite .

          @anthanios​   sees them fighting someone !

                    he heard heels against the thick tiled floor and in the dimness of the room ,   she was just a red silhouette .   a slash of blood in the dark .   the game finally seized with the crack of breaking bones and their cry realizing they were not playing anymore .   here came the plea for help ,   for forgiveness .   alas ,   the maw still came in the form of his hands against two sides of their jaw ,   and the bite was the sound of their neck snapping grotesquely .   they fell limply to the ground .   duncan let her watch ,   let her listen .   and finally he smiles .   “   were you entertained ?   ”

[genitrice-a]

anthanios replied to your post:  holy   fuck   im   getting   published

NYX WTF NEWS?!?!?!?!?!? yeS BABY YOU ARE THRIVING I WANNA HEAR ALL ABOUT IT CONGRATULATIONS

jdnsjJKDNJD IM GETTING??? MY POEMS PUBLISHED IN A BOOK NEXT YEAR IM STILL KINDA !!!!!!!!! ABOUT THE WHOLE THING AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH

[boogeykill]

INTRIGUING IMPRESSION STARTERS . @anthanios​​​ : “ you know what ? i like you . ”

wolf’s  ears  aren’t  used  to  kindness ,   or  to  courtesy .       words  bred  from  such  are  rarely  heard  and  even  rarer  to  be  spoken  with  honesty ,       not  with  split  tongue  or  in  order  to  acquire  something  in  return .       wick  is  not  a  person .    an  omen  rather ,    someone  else’s  ill  intent  towards  another .       and  he’d  wondered  a  few  times  this  night  if  she  is  merely  such  a  tool  as  well .       or  if  her  soul  truly  enjoys  the  piercing  of  a  stranger’s  chest  with  her  silver  blades     -----     the  light  of  life  slowly  draining  from  dying  eyes .       what  a  shame ,       he  almost  thinks ,       that  acquaintances  in  their  line  of  work  can  hardly  ever  be  of  mutual  trust       (     or  to  be  enjoyed     )         but  fleeting  rather ,       empty  yet  sometimes  necessary .       with  the  threat  of  a  knife  in  the  back  a  constant  shadow  looming  over  both .

still ,       there’s  curiosity  there ,       a  longing  to  know  more  about  the    RED  WOMAN  IN  THE  BLACK  OF  NIGHT ,       forcing  legions  to  the  ground  with  ancient  weapons ,       not  tempted  by  the  simplicity  that  firearm  provides .       but  perhaps  that  is  what  she  craves      -----     the  proximity  between  victim  and  perpetrator  a  twisted  comfort  that  has  vain  spirits  rise  even  higher .       dejection  briefly  settles  in  dark  eyes  as  he  imagines  such  wicked  things  about  his  new  acquaintance .       [  HOW  NAIVE ,   HOW  DISGUSTINGLY  HYPOCRITICAL  OF  HIM  TO  LONG  FOR  A  KINDER  WORLD .  ]        gaze  is  lowered  as  he  contemplates  an  answer ,       before  finally  he  turns  his  head  and  gives  a  nod ,       caution  ever  present  despite  honest  words .         ‘     appreciate  that . . .     miss  natchios .     ’