#c: sergio

[zakary-prashad]

LOCATION: near the food court TIME: 7th of March, 14.30 pm @deathfounds

Zhyan penned down the last of his comments on the three artists he had managed to see when running from stage to stage. He wiped away the sweat from his forehead. At least he was still in good shape. Content with his findings, he sat down on the floor, getting some of the food he hadn’t gotten to eat earlier from his bag, and nibbled on the vegan baklava while looking up the festival program again. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t put it to memory. 

He sniffed the air when a familiar scent hit him, and jumped to his feet - more like scrambled with his bang hanging over one shoulder, his phone in one hand, and baklava in the other - and walked up to a stranger holding a food that reminded him of home. “Sorry, can I ask where you got that?” He asked. “It is laddu right?”

[mosaaic-archive-blog]

‘we’re drunk and horny’ sex/‘we’re in a public place and i just spent the last half hour making you ridiculously aroused’ sex [This was an impulsive decision xD]

nsfw starters; fifty reasons to have sex

Josh was honestly not certain if anything of that evening or night even made sense. Finally being able to leave the base he had spent the last few weeks had, of course, made him euphoric. Not even Sergio keeping an eye on him could damper his mood too much. 

Honestly, the mission had been easy, seducing a young woman, for whatever reason, enough to make her sent her bodyguards away. The rest was done by other people, kidnapping her for whatever reason. Josh didn’t want to know. He had done that most of his life, seducing people. It was a talent.

But it was rather difficult to focus on the target when the doctor leaned close ever so often. Saying whatever he wanted to say against his ear. Too close, hot breath washing over it. With that cursed, always superior sounding voice. A voice that had come to haunt him in nightmares and dreams at once. And the ex-escort was rather certain that that Sergio knew of that. The knowing smirk, the hand that casually, like by mistake was placed on his thigh. 

Focusing was difficult and go more difficult every time he took another shot of tequila. 

Slowly he licked his lips, turning all his attention towards the man, leaning closer himself this time. Close enough for his lips nearly touching his ear.

“Hnn Doc... is this a test or are you jealous? Want me to go bang her... or do you want us to have fun instead? Get rid of that tension.. mhmmm? ”

[monstersofmisery]

Anonymous said: // grave encounters m!a

Grave Encounters: the muse is replaced by someone from their past. The catch- this person must have died. They can’t remember their death…

“Would anyone be kind enough to tell me where I am?”

[ariacampbell]

Couples littered the bar dressed in various shades of reds and pinks. Aria glanced around, her glass waving in her hand as she took in her surroundings small sobs shaking her frame. She was spiraling, or at least the world was around her - she could't really be sure which one was happening or if it was simultaneously. Aria felt as if she no longer had control of anything, afraid to admit that she might be at fault for Rhine's pain, her best friend tortured and taken. The horrors left her mind reeling, unwilling to even begin imagining the torment afraid she would quite literally collapse in on herself. Her stomach was trapped in a series of endless knots that would lead to her unraveling or a close encounter with a porcelain bowl of vomit. The light of the full moon peeked through the foggy glass window, taunting her. I have what's yours tonight. Rude, selfish moon claiming her loved ones and forcing them into something unrecognizable - something that could eat her. She had let the issue go for the sake of her sanity, but the idea had toyed with her dreams chased by familiar eyes and the glint of razor sharp teeth tearing through her flesh. She shivered cold shooting down her body even with the warm liquor flushing through her and the unbearable warmth of the bar from the affectionate happy couples. "I want my boyfriend." Aria whined to the bartender, who reached over the table and patted her head affectionately. It might be concerning to some, but she had actually become friends with the staff here. "Then go get him," he responded as if was the easiest thing in the world to do. Then again, maybe it was. Aria had history with that stupid wolf that was controlling Sergio tonight, and she had some choice words for it. Nodding to herself, feeling invincible, she stumbled out the door into the brightness of the moonlight not entirely sure as to where one found her werewolf. She needed him though, she never stopped needing him and today especially was no different. And if there was danger present, whether the wolf wasn't in fact Sergio at all, he was still there beneath it all to protect her.

[ariacampbell]

The sun had sent in Bindlebrim engulfing the city in a familiar darkness. Instead of the sounds of the lively sounds of the population scurrying about, the town was serenaded by the crickets and, as Aria was aware, the quite prowling of the supernatural. All that Aria felt in this bone-chilling cold was how much she missed him. The pain remained, squeezing her heat at the thought of the Ball, but even that was dull compared to the hollow feeling her life had taken without him. It was dismantling her, Aria was making small ridiculous mistakes throughout the day as if she was losing her tether to sanity so distracted by the missing presence that everything else felt wrong. Without picking up her phone to call, or sending a brief text, the witch knew where she had to go. Driving quietly, Taylor Swift singing about love and heartbreak, reminding Aria that it happens. Mistakes are made, but love remains. Her car pulled up to the house, the wheels crunching as they roll upon the sediment below. Turning off the engine, her hands shaking either out of fear that he wouldn't be there or of unconfined excitement, a single tear ran down her face. Staring into the mirror, the witch reapplied a coat of lipstick still not content with her appearance. Clutching onto the key, her chest inhaled deep breaths, and finally as she neared she felt the air spreading through her body. As if everything was finally returning to normal. Sliding the metal into the lock, she felt a brief shock when she heard it pop open - the lock disabling. Had she expected him to change the locks? Now no longer forgiving her for not believing in everything they had. Turning her back on their love because she couldn't get over what she had seen. No, the only thing that made sense was her returning, there was no other option. "I'm home." She called out into the lit room, dropping her suitcase by the door. Her voice was confident and filled with joy. This was right. This was where she belonged.