#ignisfate

[survivics]

@ignisfate 1975. a bar, downtown Hartford, Connecticut

He sits alone at the long end of the bar, the human patrons keeping their distance from him despite the way near everywhere else people are shoulder to shoulder swaying along to the band performing on a haphazard stage and the loud hum of conversation. Having brought a book as his only company, he is more vampire than witch in low cigarette smoked light. With one elbow on the bar top, his knuckles pressed against his temples, not far from him a demon and her familiar are charming near everyone around her with polite smiles as she sits perched in a fine fitted black leather jacket like a lady holding court. Sipping at her drink and just enjoying the atmosphere with downcast eyes.

For the last hour, since she walked in dodging elbows like an anxious dancer he has been trying to decide whether she is hunting or not. It's an approach he's never seen a demon try before and like most near her, she is a small enigma to him. At first, he thought the way he caught her leaning her head slightly, her eyes closed was her playing at being partially deaf to lure in her prey of evening.

Now, as he watches from the corner of his eye a mopped hair man with a too smug smile talk to her on the wrong side while she focusses, drunk and eager for her attention- growing progressively angry. He realizes that she may not be hunting at all, and was there for the same reason he is. To feel human.

The second the man reaches out and grabs her arm roughly, shaking her from her focus he finds himself moving too fast to slide between them. Slowing only to make a calm approach as he makes himself a wall between him and her. Steeling his features, he lifts his chin in a clear threat.

"Yes, I hear you. The whole bar does. All the dramatics. It's hard not to. Find somewhere else to be. Now. She is enjoying her evening. "

Holding his gaze until the man back off with a curse, giving him a slow, fang sharped smile that sends him stumbing away and out the door he turns to the demon.

"It's not safe here. He may come back with friends. Let me stay with you, a while. Do you need a way home?"

[lured-into-wonderland]

She knocked on Blue’s door impatiently – again and again – hoping he would be there. This was the time he usually was home, but no-one seemed to be in. Just her (bad) luck again. He had probably gone out shopping or was simply asleep. Damn.

That was when Nunnally broke, sliding down the wall until she was sitting on the floor. She thought she would start to cry, but the tears didn’t come, which was unexpected, but yet, somehow, welcomed. She realized she was more angry than sad, and immediately regretted coming here (or rather to him).

What was the point? Whatever she could tell Blue would be nothing but lies. For all she knew, he might even be working for her father: another man protecting his precious daughter. As if she really was one. Nunnally hated her father so much at that very moment. So many years of lies… And for what?

“Damn it…” – she cursed, then immediately realized it wasn’t even a proper curse. A foolish rich girl who knew nothing. That was what she had been for most of her life.

After all, it was probably for the best that Blue wasn’t here. And then she heard footsteps...

“Hi…” – she said with an awkward smile, standing up and wondering how much he had actually seen – “I… I’m having a bad day…”

“…and I ran out of coffee.” – an unconvincing lie, but good enough – “Can you lend me some… or just make me a cup?”

a plotted starter with @ignisfate 's Blue!

[logosmanteia]

❛ FIGHT CLUB ❜ PROMPTS     //     ✶ · ⊰ @ignisfate ⊱ · sent (blue  →  yamato)...        [ 02. ] sender leaves scratches / bruises on receiver’s body.        [ 03. ] sender cruelly applies pressure to receiver’s wound.        [ 04. ] sender lightly trails a sharp knife across receiver’s cheek.

❝ I was starting to think you'd gone soft on me, Bluey. ❞ Teasing words carried in a breathless laugh. It was predicted, finding himself pinned to a wall by Blue's weight, after the constant barrage of taunting Yamato had flung his way. Every time they'd butt heads in the past, he could see it, the way the elder continuously got closer and closer to the edge of a breakdown. Yamato always held himself back, however, even doing so now after finally being granted the altercation that he so desired. Despite practically fiending for the chance to destroy Blue, he also wanted to take stock of the damage he could inflict. He needed to experience for himself if Blue was really worth all the hassle behind his interest. And so far, he was loving every second of it. Blood euphorically infiltrated his senses. Crimson warmly streamed from his nose, thickly coated his lips and tongue, stained his chin. The strain placed upon fresh wounds procured a moan from deep within his throat, one even he thought was unimaginable from the likes of him (no doubt he'd be checking for purple souvenirs across his body in the mirror later on). And Blue? He looked just as haggard, if not worse. Two beaten peas in a broken pod. ❝ You sure you wanna leave a mark? ❞ Eager, he leaned against the blade in the other's hand, applying his own pressure. The edge pushed his plush cheek inward, threatening to break skin at any moment. Regardless of what the answer may be, he'd already slid his hands between them, ready to shove Blue by the chest at any given moment. ❝ That doesn't seem like your style… What'll your little friends think, huh? ❞

[seoulgated]

rumi wasn't the person he had expected to be sitting beside; he had thought he'd glimpsed zoey, had attempted to approach. . . but he had gotten sidetracked. the smell of blood. this wasn't somewhere he ought to linger; zoey didn't seem to mind his presence, but he didn't know if mira and rumi would have felt the same - but peeking out from behind his bangs, the source of the scent was undeniable, and rumi was important to zoey. moving slowly and deliberately, mystery lowered himself onto the bench beside the hunter, doing his best to come off nonthreatening. “ you're . . . wounded, ” he notes, hesitant.

closed starter for @ignisfate && rumi

[nephimars]

11 (from liminal space meme. From Aubrey)

ponds and lakes in suburban neighborhoods

kol slides their fingers over the lake's surface, causing ripples across the pool. it's so quiet here. no sound could properly convey the stifling silence of the stifling air of suburbia. ever the opposite dante descending the inferno, kol walks this pale colorless nightmare, streaking evil and hell wherever they go. " i think i like it here. "

they decide rather matter of factly. like they are about rip apart the seams of this town and leave a hollow shell of hopeless worship here. only at their altar. not the empty box in front of them, a house where the lord forgot. or more accurately rather ignored with great intention. kol considers the tender thrill of heretical arson, ultimately deciding against it. simply because they do not want to do it right this second. " well aubs. should we settle here. make our special patch of haunted home in this place. tear it to pieces together? "

kol grins, a mouthy thing full of teeth. the house on the other side of the lake is for sale right now. they could buy it in an instant. they could really well for lack of a better term liven up the place. human suburbs after all were ever so dreary in this cold lake fog.

[kisumitenderly]

🩷🩷🩷——- @ignisfate

“This, this is bullshit.”

Kisumi stated since he wanted it on record that this was a complete breach of his freedoms. “It is a national drinking holiday and I should be allowed to spend my time gallivanting in the streets with my peers if I so desire to!” An applause worthy performance yet this was hardly a good reason to convince his bodyguard why he should be allowed out of his confines. 

[sajasabs]

who's your pokemon partner?

you got jangmo-o !

Well, would you look at that! It seems a Jangmo-o wants to be your partner! Jangmo-o, also called the Scaly Pokémon, live in the mountains completely isolated from humans and train by fighting with their skulls. Like most dragon Pokémon, Jangmo-o are drawn to people who are assertive and idealistic, though they are also known to be exceptionally valiant and defensive Pokémon. They make the perfect partner for trainers who are independent but proud, and have a deep capacity to lead and make change. My friend, this marks the beginning of your and Jangmo-o's journey together. Welcome to the world of Pokémon!

" well... this isn't the first dragon i've attracted, if nothing else. "

[knight1ies]

Come here. I just want you closer (blue to essek)

the struggle with being a stubborn contrarian but also a submissive is that sometimes it truly is a rock and a hard place.

the part of brain that spent far to much time with nott, jester, and beau recently giggles, just once though. he can either a approach blue. trying to spark the balance of mysterious and sexy that he feels that must uphold. attraction, sexuality like most things in his life is a performance to stand in. and is not something he does without significant emotional attachment. being attracted to his ex is simple, easy even. the memories of old feelings buzzing in his fingertips. and that's where the sub part comes in isn't it? it would be really fun? to just give into that scarred smile. and lean forward. he wants him. he usually does.

eventually an answer is decided upon. he half floats half glides. into blue's space, making himself just slightly taller than blue, a perfect measure of wizard control. ( with the emotional stability of a tidal wave of course. ) he smiles down at blue. " you wanted me closer. "