#idk what this is ...

[moonshrouded]

❛   this  the  kind  of  thanks  i  get ?  ❜ hahahaha future rogue. sassy ass KDNDKDB

darkness shrouds her. it was hardly a lonely place she found herself. even where despair reigns, she feels at home. she was merely an outcast, barely a silhouette of the woman she once was. inwardly twisted into a gruesome creature, her fangs hide behind painted lips, waiting to bare when provoked.

she has no current use for such hostilities. as far as humans went, he was tolerable. the demoness even allowed him to linger nearby indefinitely. this man proved to be a useful 'caretaker'. his most recent charity to keeping prying eyes away from the perimeter. his shadow magic was truly unchallenged.

perhaps, men could be useful after all.

❛ if it's gratitude you're looking for . . . look elsewhere. ❜ seilah offers minimal attention, her eyes stricken to her grimoire. turning the dust littered pages, she acts as though he wasn't even there.

the silence she gives becomes deafening. she slams her book shut, nails gliding across its leather bound as she rises. ❛ i host you out of the 'kindness' of my heart, dear dragon king. ❜ she approaches the man, perhaps a little too close for comfort, his stature towering over her petite frame. her eyes blacken, as if to peer through him. he carries a growing void, cracks forming amongst his very sanity. seilah, who was all too good at unraveling ones mind, only studies him further. then she turns away, ❛ and don't bother trying to convince me that you have elsewhere to go. this world has no love for beings like you and i. my 'thank-less' nature is only a fragment of what you'd experience out there. you should be the one thanking me. ❜ with this, a haunting smile spreads.

[ruindgod]

✦          christian's evening has thus been spoiled. with a sharp wave of his hand, the young woman is dismissed and she, trembling, her face pale as she presses a cloth to her neck, leaves quickly. there's a quick bob of a curtsy but she is little more than a wisp, there and then gone. she will not be coming back. the venom in her veins will clot her heart and she drop dead, the vapidity in her eyes setting into a congealed death. pretty things, they never seem to last very long, do they?

          propriety is only reason he offers the seat to the woman. frustration boils in his throat, the salt on his tongue seeming to rot with it. the misplaced importance, the arrogance of these vampiric elite. he would have nothing to do with them if he could. ( & unfortunately, fate laughs. he requires them and their games if he wishes to his house to succeed. they were, at the core of their beings, predators and they loved the sharp edge of their teeth. )

          "please. sit. you seem so intent on ruining my evening that i will give you the fair chance to do so."

@bathorie : a threatening starter from christian de vere.

[blingblingtual]

Hold on nct Africa???

[ffsgina-blog]

‘ i never fully realised, what it meant to be hurt until i wanted you to such a great extent, only to have no other choice but to convince myself that i did not.’