#corpsefed

[blackbayoumagic-blog]

[wardealt-blog]

                                 he’s restless, nerves on fire and brought out onto the streets by an inability to stay still. it’s late, path is only lit by streetlights overhead and hands shoved into pockets. short grins are sent towards those he passes, and he doesn’t know his desired destination until he’s found himself standing in front of a door. checks the time on watch ( 11:36 p.m ) knuckles tap against wood, and cal is greeted with a toothy smile. expression hopeful, ❛ hey, you wanna go for a walk? ❜

@corpsefed ♥’d for a starter !

[sleighted-blog]

           ❝ watch this! ❞ he said to no one in particular. sasha grinned as he caught his eye with those beginning to watch his fingers FLICKER & WEAVE through the cards... as if he were breathing LIFE into them. in fact, the very threads of magic now THRUMMED through them. he was a SHAM of a magician, really, but it was also real. and when his tricks subsided and his fingers ceased to move, he gave a little BOW and grinned. ❝ WELL? how was that for a MAGIC TRICK? ❞

@corpsefed

[perhiasane]

@corpsefed

      briefly slit eyes fading to a chocolate brown watched the man at the end of the bar; squinting in an almost concentration like way. he wasn’t MUNDANE, not exactly. he looked like it, but without his slit eyes && people not noticing the lack of a belly button, the warlock himself looked the part. not werewolf, vampire or fae && certainly not warlock--- but what was he? curiosity swirled inside his head && grabbing his drink he moved easily through the crowd of people to take the seat beside the other.

                   “ well, hello there handsome. let me buy you a drink? “            flirting; his way in to get a read on him because the warlock            wouldn’t be satisfied until he knew.

[diirewulf]

corpsefed

 mencumbui mencumbui ah yes i have returned to...

MALICE MIZER IM ON THE NOSTALGIA TRAIN

YES SIT COME JOIN

[blackbayoumagic-blog]

@corpsefed ♥’d for a starter

          “Sorry-- I... Repeat that, please, I didn’t quite... I promise I’m paying attention It’s just a loud night... My head gets... full. Nothing to be done but try to drown it out.”

[walkingheroin]

                     —  ❛ corpsefed.

         ❛ y’know, I’ve got a fine    red wine stashed away            if you want to crack into it. -- it pairs excellently            with anything.

[blackbayoumagic-blog]

“Kiss the hell out of me. Please.” : )

meme // accepting

          He shouldn’t have been surprised at this strange turn of events. Calvin... well, they were bonding, weren’t they? With him, of all people. Leon wasn’t exactly the most likable of characters, he knew, but there was something about Calvin that just fit. Perhaps it was the way they looked at him, enamored with the fact that he isn’t scared, bothered, not even a little put off that those lips he was now leaning in to kiss, had closed around dead flesh. 

          Leon cups Calvin’s jaw, thumb running over the swell of their cheek, giving a soft sigh of contentment into the gentle first caress. He’d not disregarded the request. Kiss the hell out of me, even with a please, was an urgent, passionate request. So Leon, after becoming just slightly more familiar with those lips, presses in harder, licking his way into Calvin’s mouth, breathing them in, tasting, claiming--

          Electricity rolls off his fingertips, tingling over Calvin’s skin, across his lips, over his tongue. They’re whispering tendrils of magic that Leon can’t entirely control, but they’re warm and soft and very much alive. 

          He’s loathe to pull away, but when he does, it’s to gaze into their eyes with a smug smile. 

          “Sorry, I think I might have just damned us both with that kiss...”