#cursedsonofhades

[selfishsaviour]

‵ don’t promise to live forever, promise to forever live while you’re alive. ′ @cursedsonofhades​

She was sat on the kitchen counter, one hand holding the bag of doritos & the other dipping the chips into salsa, but his words caught her attention enough to stop herself from shoving the salsa covered chip into her mouth. Her eyebrow quirked up for a second, blue eyes glancing over his frame before her head tilted to the side in a questioning manner.

“I mean, you’re literally an immortal, you don’t need to promise to live forever.  You’re stuck with that shit.” Amelia laughed softly before pushing the chip into her mouth & chewing. “And fuck promising to live forever, I don’t even think I can promise to live till I’m thirty.”

[selfishsaviour]

‵ you don’t need a reason to save people. ′ @cursedsonofhades​

The pair were lying on the floor in her living room listening to music, both slightly buzzed & tipsy. It took Amelia a few seconds to register Ambrose’s words, her eyes slowly opening to look at the ceiling above them. She felt warm & fuzzy, & his words went straight to her heart which made her head fall to the side so she could look at him. Hazy blue eyes took in the man next to her; the smudged eyeliner, the way his hair fell away from his face, how his necklaces fell back around his neck.

“You don’t need a reason, but most people have one.” She replied quietly, her gaze moving back to the ceiling. Her hand moved to her neck, dainty fingers fiddling with the pendant on her necklace. “There’s always that one stupid fucking reason.” Amelia muttered softly, her eyes slowly closing as she let herself relax into the floor, letting the quiet music fill her head.

[xnecromantia]

contd [x] @cursedsonofhades

            “You got yourself into this mess,” Mylo reminded the other male currently bleeding upon his kitchen counter. Everywhere, in fact. There were maroon-coloured shoe marks leading into the kitchen now, originating from the living room where the necromancer first discovered Ambrose. A solitary bloody hand print ruined his white walls from where he, presumably, tried to steady himself before falling to the floor. The carpet was soaked. Ambrose’ journey was documented with every trace of blood, and Mylo was grateful for his ability to erase everything with a simple incantation. Cleaning was at the back of his mind, however, as he focused on healing Ambrose -- who, despairingly, would not keep quiet. “The more you hold still, the quicker this will be, okay?”

            He had left the flat to buy food; an errand that required a few hours, at most. It was a perfectly acceptable amount of time to leave Ambrose unattended, he convinced himself. But clearly, after returning and finding him in this pitiful state, he was wrong. And now he had the audacity to ask the necromancer to be careful whilst tending to his wounds. He almost laughed -- almost. Despite his exasperation, Mylo managed to remain composed enough to ask questions. Something bad happened here, and he wanted to find out what. Did he summon a demon? No. How about upsetting the spirit living in the flat next door? Nope, but she had a sharp tongue. The possibilities were endless.

             “Almost done,” he announced, as the last of Ambrose’ open wounds stitched together and faded away. He used a wet cloth to remove any excess blood, before squeezing the darkened water into the sink, turning on the tap and letting it wash the evidence away. A quick mutter and the rest of the flat was spotless, restored to the way it was before. “So, what happened then? Enlighten me.”

[qceensofkings-a]

🩸 - cursedsonofhades

Send 🩸 to find my muse covered in blood

Isabelle had gone out late in the night and when she returned, she had hoped to sneak back in without being noticed. She looked a tad unruly to say the very least. She had hardly a mark on her but her clothes and her skin were lightly painted with droplets of crimson. 

The brunette quietly shut the door behind her and locked it but when she turned she saw Ambrose in the hall. In a moment of what should have been panic and guilt, she just waved.

“Evening.”

@cursedsonofhades

[iincantatorum]

😢|| brothers

devlin: “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.”

cursedsonofhades:

Ambrose flinched at the words from the other. He hadn’t been paying attention. Hadn’t noticed him standing there. He was sat with his legs crossed, his head in his hands as he just tried to silence the noise in his brain.The war within himself…

Sniffling, he angrily rubbed at his eyes and shot a glare at his freshly appointed master–his brother, if he could even call him that… No matter their relation, it did not change that he was currently bound to him as his slave.That was a fate worse than any master he could possibly find himself tied to…He never had gotten along with any of his siblings, the ones he knew anyway.

“ Me? Cry? Please… “ he hissed, pushing his fingers back through his curls. Tired eyes turned away from Devlin. His next statement was laced with venom, hurt and offended easily by the statement from the other no matter how helpful he was trying to be.

“ What makes ye think I’m so helpless, little bro? I can handle m’self, y’know… “

@cursedsonofhades​

Devlin did not want Ambrose as his slave, but if this was the way he could be reunited with his brother, then so be it. He was always known as the ‘older brother figure’ to countless demigods. Some who were still alive, some had unfortunately passed on due to tragic outcomes. He got word that he had another sibling, which he made his next quest to search out. One who was older than him, and yet he couldn’t help but feel protective towards him regardless. 

“I know about your curse, but just know that it is better that you become prisoner to me than anyone else because I will not treat you as such,” he tried to reach over, trying to hold his hand as an attempt to comfort him. 

“You’ve been through a lot, which is why I am not taking you to Father right away. If you don’t know yet, we are in the underworld but you are in my section, my home. You need to heal Ambrose. I know you can handle yourself but you do not need to, I am going to take care of you now,” he spoke clearly and gently, a tone that is often heard by he gentle giant that was Devlin. 

“I will make it right for you. For as long as I exist you will not think of me as a master, and I know relationships cannot be forced but I will try to do all I can to fulfill my role as your brother.”

[qceensofkings-a]

Continued from here x. @cursedsonofhades​

Isabelle couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she downed another shot. She was clearly amused though. 

“I mean you have years on me in your defense... There is only so much time I’ve had to make father hate me.” It was said casually with a shrug. But really, the two must’ve had the same thing in mind. Isabelle was more than decent at holding onto her traumas and insecurities. She was adequate at holding grudges as well. It was literally all she knew how to do at this point aside from fighting people she shouldn’t be fighting.

[heartxshaped-bruises]

✧･ﾟ @cursedsonofhades​  cont’d from here...

        Davey led his backpack slide from his shoulders to browse for the promised snacks. They were somewhere in there, he remembered to have put them in the front bag but when he found nothing, he was quick to go for the main one. Maybe the stuff slipped in between his books. Bingo. ❛❛Uh, I got... there! I got a Snickers, a small bag of M&M’s or  - whoops, nope, that’s not one of ‘em... huh.❜❜ Davey stopped on the sidewalk to inspect the insides of his bag, then shrugged. ❛❛Uhm, that’s it. I thought there was a twinkie, too, but it’s gone.❜❜

        He shouldered his bagpack and held up the two options. ❛❛So, choice is yours.❜❜ As he knew Henry, the possibility that he’d take both was pretty high.

[selfishsaviour]

continued from HERE - @cursedsonofhades​

“Oh, really?” Amelia replied in a slightly disheartened tone, her eyebrows furrowed lightly as she glanced at him while putting things in her locker. Hearing him say that it would be overrated had her shoulders sinking a little, hiding her face with her hair for a second while she put away her books, trying to regain her composure before she would close her locker & lean against it.

“I was actually... Sorta looking forward to it.” She admitted with a shy smile & a slight shrug. “I’ve never been to a prom before & I dunno,watching American TV shows growing up, it always just looked so fun.” Amelia explained with a small laugh, blushing at her own words knowing how soppy she sounded.

When he asked her her own question, her eyebrows raised slightly & she shrugged again. “Actually, I was going to ask if you wanted to go...” Amelia admitted with blushed cheeks, her fingers fiddling with her rings. “But if you don’t wanna go then I totally understand, it’s just a stupid dance, it’s no big deal.” She wasn’t making eye contact with him now, blue hues trained on her fingers.