#impuriitate

[indxstress-a]

[text]: Your drunk naked friend is roaming the living room. Started roaming my room. Please come retrieve him

                                meme: TFLN | accepting

[ sᴍs: ᴠᴀʟ ]: maritime divinity. doesn’t do well with heat[ sᴍs: ᴠᴀʟ ]: care instructions: turn the air conditioner up or put him in the bathtub. hand wash only. towel dry. do not feed the sea monkey.[ sᴍs: ᴠᴀʟ ]: I’ll be back later in the evening

[soulsteal-blog1]

NOT TODAY: @impuriitate

         RAISING A SWORD to a blood drenched warrior goes on the list of mediocre ideas. “ Listen lady, I get it. You got shit to do with this guy and he’s a bit of a scum bag. ” Real hand is held up, helplessly trying to keep a wolf from tearing at his jugular. “ But I need him. Not in the ‘ i wanna fuck him ’ way. In the ‘if i stab him and take his soul i get paid ’ way. Surely you can understand. ”

[herfrenzy-blog]

【     ☾ ▉  @impuriitate 】

                     SHE HAD KNOWN FROM THE START that she needed a guise if she was going to live forever.  nobody appeared so GRAND and wealthy without a job that paid well -- & it had taken mara centuries to decide just what it was she wanted to spend her time doing as she mingled with the average human being.   she’d searched her imagination for so many potential jobs -- lawyer, social worker, detective ... but all of them required intense training and none of them really appealed to her.  WHICH IS WHAT LEAD HER TO STUDYING MYTHOLOGY AND FOLKLORE.  it was a subject she was more than qualified in -- an object of greek mythology, a creature that most didn’t even believe existed.  she had lived through storied of gods and GODDESSES. she had mingled with minotaurs, CYCLOPS,  and the sphinx ... & now she was here, in the TWENTY FIRST century,  a MAENAD guised as a professor of MYTHOLOGY,  a woman with an office in a college, teaching a specialised subject to only those with minds open enough to believe in what she had to say.  

                     it had been a research task she had been helping one of her students with that had LEAD her here ... in a bar, on her own, waiting for a WOMAN who went by the name valeriya.    with a glass of wine in her hand, she watches the door, waiting for the woman to arrive. & as her gaze locates that of a DARK HAIRED BEAUTY,  she rises from her seat,  smile planted upon thin lips and a hand extending  far too prematurely for the other to SHAKE.      ❛   miss vasilyev -- thank you so much for meeting with me.  i’m  PROFESSOR  damara romanos.  we spoke on the phone.  ❜

[rottedveins-blog]

melody @ powerful women who can probably destroy her: 👀👀👀

[puriitate-blog]

impuriitate replied: rip me my wife, the poet.

i wish hubby, i wish :’))))))))))))))

[puriitate-blog]

'' ( from alexei )

meme.   accepting.   @impuriitate.

                   AN   INSTINCT   IS   what  is  is.  a  new  one  though.  all  the  things  that  happened,  all  the  things  that  threatened  to  happen  and  even  the  sole  ideas  of  them  happening  changed  her.  there  was  fear  more  often  than  not  and  panic  and  thoughts  caused  by  paranoia  that  she  could  never  explain  or  suppress.    so  she  readies  herself  for  whatever  is  to  come  as  soon  as  he’s  too  close,  too  suddenly          eyes  shut  in  an  instant,  no  fighting  back.           perhaps,  deep  down  she  thinks  she  deserves  some  sort  of  punishment  for  all  the  words  she’d  spat  at  him.  they  were  meant  to  hurt,  but  they  were  just.   truthful.   but  then  again,  when  did  she  ever  hurt  him  by  speaking  her  mind.

as  soon  as  bodies  collide    (   stubborn  &  statuesque,  the  impact  is  hard,  stealing  her  breath  away   )    lada’s  mind  starts  screaming,  flashes  of  warning   red   behind  closed  eyes.   but  an  older  instinct  too  rises  to  surface  and  hands  clutch  to  broad  chest.  and  then  nothing.  it  takes  a  few  more  rugged  breaths    (   anger,  frustration,  fear.  all  boiling  inside !   )    before  she  opens  eyes  and  those  those  icey  blue  hues  stare  right  back.  she  expected  some  sort  of  fight          clearly  so  did  he.

he  might  as  well  be  the  devil  himself,  though  she  knew  no  prayer  would  send  him  away.  he  was  her  shadow, always  there,  even  especially  when  she  did  not  want  him  to  be  there.  like  now.  because  despite  all,  despite  the crude  remarks,  despite  all  that  he’s  done  and  all  she  fears  he  yet  has  to  do,  there  was  something  intoxicating  in  his  presence.  and  she  doesn’t  know  whether  the  hairs  on  the  back  of  her  neck  stand  in  attention  because  of  the  fear  or  the  excitement  that  always  followed,  but  still  her  gaze  falls  to  the  tempting  line  of  lips.  and  of  course  he  notices - she  knows  because  the  weight  of  him  on  her  own  chest  becomes  more  insistent.  she   welcomes  it.  and  there  is  no  shame  anymore,  no  reason  either.  only  the  shards  of  painful  memories  cutting  at  the  flesh  of  her  heart  as  she  moves  closer,  brushing  her  lips  against  alexei’s  own,  eyes  only  briefly  fluttering  closed.

❝    i  hate  you.    ❞    emotion  claw  their  way  out  of  her  throat  leaving  it  sore  and  dry.  she  repeats  again  &  again  and  each  time  there  is  something  more  to  her  words.  i  hate  that  you  do  this  to  me.  she  wraps  her  legs  around  his  waist.  i  hate  the  voices  inside  my  head  telling  me  you  won’t  change.  that  you’ll  hurt  me.  she  takes  his  hand,  guides  it  up  up  up  stopping  only  at  her  neck,  inviting.  i  hate  myself  because  i  let  you  do  all  these  things  to  me  still.  a  feral  growl  follows.  surely  it  is  something  more  to  be  expected  from  valeriya,  fierce  and  beautiful  valeriya.  what  would  she  think?  lada’s  nails  trace  all  the  skin  to  be  found,  merciless,  aching  to  leave  marks,  cause   pain …  for  what  physical  pain  could  she  cause  him  to  balance  out  the  pain  leaving  her  gasping  in  her  bed  as  she  suffocates  on  memories?  she  could  torture  him  for  weeks  and  it  would  not  be  enough.

[puriitate-blog]

' Daddy's missed you, Kitten. ' He says with a devious grin; arms outstretched for her.

                   LANGUID   MOTION   SET  arms  to  accept  the  gesture,  hands  trailing  muscled  limbs,  but  there  was  something  about  how  her  eyes  avoided  all  contact  until  the  very  last  second          only  when  his  nose  was  not  more  than  an  inch  from  her  own  face  would  she  let  him  see  her.  the  doubt,  the  accusation,  the  questions.  a  stark  contrast  to  her  body’s  carnal  motives,  legs  snaking  higher  up  the  man’s  thighs,  nails  clawing  at  the  back  of  alexei’s  skull.     ❝    i  am  no  liar,  daddy,  so  i  won’t  say  i  did  not  miss  you…  but  you  see,  i’m  still  not  quite  sure   TRUST   is  in  place  here.    ❞     her  gaze  falls  to  his  lips    (   ever  so  tempting !   )    and  parting  her  own,  lada’s  mouth  moves  forward,  breath  washing  over  skin.  and  like  a  snake  she  slips  away  from  his  arms  just  when  their  lips   almost   touch.     ❝    there  is  always  room  for  improvement  when  it  comes  to  your  behaviour,  vasilyev.  don’t  think  all  is  forgotten.    ❞    she  leaves  him  in  the  darkness  of  the  room  hanging.  yet  she  deems  herself  merciful,  just  and  kind          so  in  the  end,  she  lets  oxygen  to  the  fire  of  hope  and  out  of  nowhere  as  night  still  wraps  itself  around  her  form,  a  kiss  on  just  the  corner  of  his  lips  is  his  gift  for  the eve.

[rottedveins-blog]

STRANGER: @impuriitate

     “ WHY SHOULD we trust them? ” his head turns, facing his younger sibling. long fingers tug on gloves that hide his fingers, fingers that turn people to ROT. 

      REACHING OUT, she grasps her brother’s sleeve, linking their hands together. “ You’ll have to forgive him... He doesn’t trust anyone. Did you need help? ”