#daemonhold

[wellfell]

  ་ ∗ ׁ ⸼ ་  📼    ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ /   accepting    .   .   .    @daemonhold

 IT'S A DANGEROUS JOB , to protect someone as famous as akina mori . especially if she was insisting on playing with fire , and playing this role of spoiled princess that hates every man her father orders to protect her . five of them died , she was an easier target than her father . damon had been keeping up pretty good , CLEVER AND QUICK , and patient with her constant mood changes and attitude . their escape through the cold desert into somewhere completely dark wasn't something akina was happy about but it saved her from the group of assassins that ruined her mother's birthday party . the yakuza was to protect the mori family as their main duty , it was surprising her father hasn't hired an asian this time ; HE MUST BE TRULY GOOD AT HIS JOB . ❛ are you . . . ugh — ❜ a pause , gathering the silky dress higher up her thighs to not let it get dirty , but refusing to take off her high heels despite the way her ankle throbbed . ❛ are you going to stop somewhere ? enough with this stupid mystery of yours . no one is following us anymore . ❜ eventually she stops , chest moving unevenly with her quick breaths , GLARING AT HIM . it's dark , and cold and a dog howls in the distance . her make-up is ruined . great . ❛ i'm not following you anymore . i'm tired . ❜

[croftborn-a]

starter call  ( accepting ) for @daemonhold​

❝  these inscriptions ... they’re not quiet later cuneiform, despite the architecture of this entire temple. they’re older. sumerian, perhaps.. ❞  lara turns the out the monocle lens to damon as she produce her own camera, bathing the walls of the ancient temple in amber glow of her flare as she snaps a few photos. this was a find. and an unexpected one. she’s not sure why damon’s asked her along, though she did insist nothing be taken. that’s been her only condition.  ❝ how did you find this place ? ❞

[worthfulsa2]

“   are   you   nervous?   ”    the   purpose   of   his   visit   had   long   been   fulfilled,   now   she   lays   beside   him,   a   mess   of   naked   limbs   tangled   together   beneath   a   thin   sheet.   her   arm   rests   on   @daemonhold​’s   hip,   the   other   rests   under   her   head.    “   i   know   you’ll   be   great   ——   you   always   are.   but   i’m   still   nervous   for   you.   ”

[wellfell]

 hasn't he gotten used to the way her mood swings and changes every hour , that he has to be patient ? akina's arms are crossed , stood beside the man who was trying to eat his dinner in the mansion's kitchen . three am rings inside the ancient clock downstairs three times , she hugs her silk robe tighter around herself and sits on one of the chairs . if it wasn't for him , akina mori probably wouldn't have come to this part of the mansion . where the staff worked and lived , thankfully nobody was around for now . ❛ stop reminding me of my own commands . ❜ commands . a desperate way of trying to show people around this household that she too is in charge , no matter how osamu and yui don't want her to . she glances at the food , then leans back . like hell she'd eat that . ❛ you stay awake until this hour ? are you mad ? ? how are you going to wake up tomorrow and work ? ❜ it wasn't anything out of ordinary that's gotten the lady in a bad mood today . it was osamu , and it was his need to gift his chair to someone else after he died . her name was mentioned in his will , apparently , as he told her , but only for the inheritance of the house and a few companies . idiot . damon came to ask if she was alright a few hours ago , and akina couldn't get more cruel about kicking someone out of her bedroom . she was crying , her eyes are red and puffy . ❛ . . . if you want to stop working for us , i can get you a way out . ❜

  —  @daemonhold   /   loneliness. you were the one who asked me to leave you alone

[meilancolie-aa]

❝ this stuff looks like it belongs in a museum. 𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖴𝖫𝖣 𝖨 𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖭 𝖠𝖲𝖪 𝖧𝖮𝖶 𝖨𝖳 𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝖦𝖮𝖳 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 ? ❞  rory straights up and looks over at @daemonhold​ , squinting one eye unsurely in his direction before she turns again to study the cluttered space. it’s just as much turmoil as his aura is. there’s no point hiding it now, both their cards are laid out on the table and rory knows better than to dance around someone who holds almost the same amount of power she does. she let’s her arms slump against her sides after pretending to look around. some of these artifacts did get her attention but not enough to hold it, things she saw growing up, things she still recalls from her tome. she has so many questions.  ❝ why did you bring me here, damon ? ❞

starter call. 

[belayadeath-goner]

     YOUR FINGERS FINISH UP THE WRAPPINGS  ,  SECURES IT TIGHTLY AFTER TENDING TO HIS WOUNDS AS BEST AS YOU KNOW HOW  .  there was still an overwhelming feeling in her chest  ,  everything had come rushing back so fast  ,  and there’d been no time to process anything  .  as quickly as she’d been lost  ,  as quickly had damon pulled her back  .  upon glancing at the bandages once more to rule out any errors  ,  bianca slowly withdrew herself to make way to the sink  .  water quickly ran from the mouth of the faucet  ,  washing away his blood from her hands  .  even now  ,  you’re afraid you’ll hurt him again  ,  scared that she cannot predict her own next move  .   ❛ ❛   you need to rest  ,  @daemonhold​  .   ❜ ❜

[belayadeath-goner]

SPOTS TO KISS ,  @daemonhold​​​​ said:  SPOTS TO KISS + 41. a kiss under the breast.

     TANGLED BETWIXT HIS SHEETS IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS  ,  SUN ONLY JUST DARED TO PEEP THROUGH BLINDS  .  she’s exhausted  ,  a mixture of too many drinks and too little sleep  .  her legs were weaved in between his  ,  and she notices when damon begins to stir at her side  .  SHE WAS A LIGHT SLEEPER  ,  an occupational habit she’d picked up over the years  .  she releases a low groan  ,  if only to notify him that she too was awake but  JUST BARELY  .  it was then that she felt a cool shiver run down her spine  ,  prompted by finger that traced across  A SCAR  that had never truly healed  .  a scar right above her sixth rib  .  YOU’D BEEN TOLD HOW LUCKY YOU WERE THAT BULLET HAD MISSED YOUR HEART  ––  BUT YOU’D NEVER CONSIDERED YOURSELF LUCKY  . . .  it’s the following kiss that surprises her the most  ,  and bianca’s eyes finally open  .  YOU DON’T COWER AWAY  ,  BUT ACCEPTS THE ADORING KISS HE LEAVES ON YOUR SCARRED SKIN;  a truly odd feeling  ,  but not unwelcome at all  .  a free hand finds its way into his hair  ,  pad of her thumb trace over the soft spot of his temple  .