#damonic

[puresthearted]

''     i   will   never   bore   you.     ''     /     damon sinclair,     @damonic​  !

𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬   𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬   𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝,     still   lingering     ––     smile   gracing   all   too   beautiful   features,     doe   eyes   filled   with   a   certain   innocence   watching   him,     chuckle   e s c a p e s   fleshed   lips.     there   he   goes   again,     testing   her,     challenging   her.     that’s   just   what   he   does,     making   her   feel   certain   things   she   thought   was   impossible.     he   has   this   impact   on   her,     one   she   can’t   describe   nor   seem   to   explain.     SHE,     GRAVEYARD   GIRL.     STUCK   IN   A   WORLD   FULL   OF   DARKNESS.     always   so   drawn   to   danger.     and   she   knows    :    she   feels   it,   sees   it,   tastes   it.     he   is   danger   too.     a   shadow     /     monster   hidden   within   him.     but   there’s   something   about   him,     something   that   intrigues   her.     she   has   to   know   him,     has   to   figure   him   out,     unravel   him.     ‘’     i   know   that.     ’’     human   girl,     once   again   flirting   with   danger.     she   should’ve   known   better     ––––     should’ve   escaped   from   him   when   she   had   the   chance.     head   to   the   other   side,     tongue   drifting   out   to   wet   her   lips,     curiosity   overtaking   her,     hues   observing   his   every   movement.     ‘’     why?     why   did   you   do   it?     ’’     another   step   c l o s e r,     aware   of   the   DARKNESS   that’s   surrounding   him,     but   the   doppelganger   decides   to   ignore   it.     blinded   by   compassion       (     …     )       blinded   by   love,   perhaps.     ‘’     why   did   you   save   me?     ’’

[devilsympcthy]

@damonic​ asked " are you lost enough ? "

( MELODRAMA SENTENCE STARTERS  / ACCEPTING )

━━    ⋄   tawny eyes light immediately, WATTS UP at the man’s question. “i could be?” magda replies coyly, taking a slow slip from her drink before she continues. ( it never hurts to draw attention to one’s lips, after all? ) just enough of her own celebrity makes the tech giant APPROACHABLE. “are you offering to guide me down the right path? or is that just a line to put a plug in for your new nano-thing?”

[foreverfallen]

❛ you’re going to advise me. ❜

@damonic

❝Am I?❞ The slow curl of the archangel’s expression upward, that quirk of his lips, showed his amusement. ❝Here I thought you’d be able to do it all on your own. That your power surpasses everything...❞ He showed his mocking in the roll of his eyes, the exaggerated use of his hands to emphasize the points he was making. ❝What advice do you think I want to give you?❞

[foreverfallen]

❛ what do you remember? ❜

@damonic

❝About what?❞ He mused the question aloud, even as it had ran through Lucifer’s mind silently at first. ❝I remember a lot of things. You’re going to have to specify.❞

[apocylips]

     𝑯𝐞  𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬  𝐢𝐭  𝑪𝑹𝑼𝑫𝑬—  the  insinuation  that  he  was  part  of  a  set...  like  grandma’s  fine  china,  because,  didn’t  that  dim  the  idea?  Didn’t  it  dampen  it,  soften  the  blow  of  his  so-called  𝖉𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖊  𝖕𝖚𝖗𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖊?  surely.  Michael  is  so  exasperated  at  Cordelia’s  insinuation  that  he  rants  and  raves  and  researches  until  the  day  finally  comes;  his  figure  ghosts  the  cobblestone  streets  of  Salem,  MA  late  at  night,  full  moon  lurking  high.  The  throng  of  tourists  lagging  along  in  the  late  evening  air  part  for  him,  casting  him  looks.  He  (looks  as  if  he  belongs  there-  reptilian,  beautiful,  magical,  displaced-)  pays  them  no  attention,  far  too  focused  on  flexing  his  own  power,  casting  a  line  as  he  reels  another  back  in...  if  it’s  true,  what  happens  next?  Truthfully,  Michael  has  hardly  thought  ahead.  A  𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙  of  action  and  instinct-  learned  survival  instincts  scream  at  him  to  go  for  the  throat,  but  the  rest  of  him  remains  uneasy,  unsure.

@damonic,  𝖘𝖈.

[blasphaemy-a]

    @damonic​​  requested  louane  morningstar  !

               "  𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐄  ?!   does  it  sound   better  than  queen  ?  why  being  a  queen  when  a  king  has  all  the  power  ,  right  ?  

[magaprima]

@damonic​ 

Part of her had never really expected Sabrina to claim that throne, not entirely at least, and certainly not in the same of the Father she claimed to despise. To throw away the name Spellman for Morningstar was something even Lilith hadn’t predicted....but then maybe it wasn’t as strange as it first seemed. Despite her pride in being half-mortal, of her love for the mortal realm, her deceased Mother and all those ties, her pride in being a Spellman, in doing everything her dear Aunts taught her....Sabrina was much more Lucifer’s child than she ever liked to admit. More so, even, than Damon, in some ways. 

She had taken herself away to the privacy of her own rooms, somewhere she didn’t have to look at Sabrina’s crown, somewhere the Dark Lord didn’t insist on pressing his...possessive hands on her abdomen. Lilith rested her own hand on her stomach now, hoping that her plan would work, that this hadn’t been for nothing. She had no intention of being killed anymore than she had any intention of remaining a concubine once more. 

She found her nephew of a stepson where she expected him, and announced her arrival by a mere...clearing of the throat. “There’ll soon be three of you,” She told him, strolling over “Three children of Lucifer, all from different origins. Do you know what that means?” The information was, admittedly, obscure, but Damon was much more well read than Sabrina, at least. By a considerable amount. “What it means for you and your siblings?”