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Places like the LUX were not her scene. While she was definitely a workaholic, she wasn’t nearly so reclusive as her students and coworkers seemed to think. That said, the only reason she was in this particular club was because of the blind date she’d been set up on. 

While it had started out decently enough, she’d been forced to dislocate the man’s fingers when he tried to slide them up her dress. She was used to tailored suits, and now that her date was gone, heartily regretting the “little black” affair. 

So when someone took the recently vacated seat next to her she turned and glared balefully. 

“Can I help you?” The antithesis of flirting. Which somehow never quite worked the way she wanted it to. 

[builtfcrsin]

"You said a person bit you? Out of the blue??"

HALLOWEEN? IN JUNE? ONLY WITH LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR! / accepting!

           “ unfortunately. ”  humans these days. so disgusting. honestly, you grind against someone for .5 seconds and all of a sudden they think they OWN you or something. the devil did have standards, contrary to popular belief.  “ why do men even exist? ”

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@lordxfhell | continued

         Lucifer Morningstar leaned back comfortably in a Prada suit, delighted that the sounds of debauchery pouring out of the dance floor drowned out the sounds of laughter; his laughter. The long-neglected glass of whiskey rippled and glimmered between cradling hands, as though the liquor chortled being witness to the lecherous scenes fed to it by this club of reputable standing in the very center of the pride of the Devil. Lucifer had been generously compensated on this evening’s trouble for he had been visited by the visage of a curious young man. He had long suspected eventually they would meet as once this youth had entered, Lucifer never forgotten his face, yet it did not occur to him how soon. The case had seemed simple enough, banal, even. A lost soul intrigued by his charm, allure, devilishly handsome. How many similar affairs had he encountered?

         The reality was it is not his face which kept his interests. On the contrary, the young man had him grinning by mere words. Looks can be entertaining for so long, never mind his scarlet hue tresses; instead it’s his wit. Nothing tickled Lucifer’s fancy than a sharp tongue; he would know.

                “Currently my fists are busy with a glass of Chivas and it feel distastefully warm–” said Lucifer “–however, that leaves you as one of those fools.”

          “You think so?” The beautiful youth replied, a ghost of a playful demeanor passing over him as he looked at the other. How long it had been since he’d behave in such a way! Perhaps it was the night and the atmosphere of the club mixing with the warm sea of bodies; all potential lovers or victims. By God, was he acting like Lestat now?

Oh, but the man he chose tonight reminded him all too much of the fiendish immortal more. There was something altogether uniquely dark about him in his feline grace, leaning simply against the bar. Typically Armand chose the ones drawing closer to the line of death to feed on, but this one--he couldn’t help the allure in taking the Little Drink. 

Or perhaps he could just have this conversation with the stranger, enjoy mortal company tonight like he used to. He hadn’t done it in so long, was he afraid of the attachment that came with it now? Briefly Armand thought of his tall, willowy lover at home and her short Arab companion. It changed his countenance from that hint of a smile to something cold and unreadable, his large dark eyes boring into the crowd and petal-colored lips pursed tightly together. 

“...I would more likely consider myself a devil.” Mirroring the other, the immortal leant his elbow upon the bar with an unusual ease and elegance for one looking so young. “Although I do believe we devils all start out somewhere as fools.” 

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-- ( @lordxfhell ).

It hadn’t taken much convincing of her teenage babysitter to allow Lucifer into the house after he had showed up at the door. After all, it was clear that he was a FRIEND of Trixie’s and besides, he was a very frequent guest at in their home. So, while the babysitter went back to minding her own business and trusting that Trixie would be able to entertain herself, the young girl did just that.

Racing back from her bedroom, she held a pack of 60s flower power themed cards in her hands. “ Look! So, I got these from my goodie bag from Tiffany’s birthday party as last week. Now, you can teach some magic tricks! ”

[memcirs-a-blog]

@lordxfhell || continued from x.

                                                                                                     ❛ have i not SUFFERED enough?! ❜ 

( it is exclaimed EARNESTLY, with fervor, his anger contagious. the leather volume in her white-knuckle grip-within it’s pages morbid details &&. sketches of her unending HUNT for the true beasts in the dark-is SLAMMED to the floor with an ardent flourish. attempts are made to tear her wet gaze from his SEETHING glare to no avail. ) 

                                                                                                    ❛ have i not GIVEN everything up? and for                                                                                                        what? my distant family, my deceased                                                                                                        sibling?! am i not sacrificing my LIFE for                                                                                                        a hopeless endeavor for the sake of                                                                                                        humanity? let me MOURN what is to                                                                                                        come, damn you, for my TIME is brief                                                                                                        enough already.❜ 

( eleanor is truly HOPELESS. she knows she is to die before her grand project is complete, her DEMISE undoubtedly up to a white demon in the near future. the reality only settled upon her now, the full realization that her scientific approach to VAMPIRES would ultimately lead to a less than savory fate sooner rather than later left her RESTLESS. only now was she truly aware of her mortality, aware that she was too far in to STOP &&. it was her own fault. she had come for some form of CONSOLATION, at least a little reassurance that her venture was not entirely pointless, yet she was met with the very RAGE she wished to avoid. still her words are spoken before she even briefly mulls over them, accented tones all at once tragic &&. scathing. lucifer’s anger only ignites her own irritation, cheeks BURNING beneath his fingers as her pale features flush scarlet. her glower is impressive beneath mussed GOLDEN tresses pinned so hastily. she is wholly aware her situation was due to her own STUBBORN fault yet now refuses to acknowledge as such before his intense blood-curdling SCOWL. )