#mortuam

[hellbloom]

@mortuam / continued from xx

She might've been amused by such a deliberate display of his supposed dominance in the moment, though she was certainly intrigued. How bold of him, to put his hands on her - touch her at all, share her breath in so confined a space, however rotten he stank of formaldehyde and preservatives. Oh, she knew right away he was up to no good, steeped in death beyond aesthetic and demeanor. Her shadows and the blades hidden within roiled silently, unseen, itching to pierce through his flesh to the very core of him, eager for blood--yet she made no moves, instead grinning up at him as if a Cheshire, black lips parting to reveal pearly white teeth and pierced tongue.

"Oh? Would you like to try, dear?" she whispered in so soothing and mocking a lilt, clawed fingers oh so gently dragging down the side of Damon's face, points scraping through stubble. She closed any remaining distance, her lips only too close to his own, though not to kiss; Rich violet and gold glared unflinching daggers into Damon's eyes, and she did not bother to wrench her arm free. "Would you like to risk losing?"

Picking a fight with a Shade was ballsy, she'd give him that. Curiosity bade her see where this goes.

[hellgloom]

youbare wanted becaude you did some bullshit, not because someone wants you / sylus

It started with a chuckle, but then Sylus practically exploded with laughter. He did so enjoy a sense of humor! And it was all the funnier to him to know that those words were said so seriously. Not a joke. Ah, but one man's joke is another man's lament. Sylus simply smiled so perfectly, so sharply, so very content and so unbothered. "I did? And what about you? Aren't you defying the laws of nature by playing with life and death? I'd say your crimes are more serious than mine." He, with crossed arms, shrugged, a little too amused by the argument Damon wanted to start. "Oh, but you're missing the point to begin with. If people want you because you did something, good or bad, it still counts as wanting you. I desire as much as I want to be desired, so let all the world desire me for all the hell I'd unleash on it. I'd be amused, at the very least."

And then a thought quickly streaked through his fiendish mind. "So...if I pull enough 'bullshit' with you, will you start to desire me then? I do wonder how badly you'd want to get your hands on me, sweetie." More than likely to wring Sylus' neck, but desire was desire.

[lotusgrieved]

there's  a  short  period  of   (  patient  )   silence    /    calm  before  the  storm.    death  is  empty  that  way,   half - dreaming  and  half - waking  and  whatever  it  is  when  alma's  looking  over  someone's  shoulder.    death  is  empty  and  it  clings  to  the  necromancer ,   a  candle  in  a  sea  of  void  that  alma  can't  seem  to  stop  returning  to.      ❝  what are you  reading ?  ❞    comes  saccharine  hum,   the  ghost  of  fingers  brushing  along  the  back  of  his  neck—   peering  just  far  enough  over  his  shoulder  to  see  the  page.    a  plaintive  whine  follows,      ❝  ugh,   how  boring. don't you have anything better to read ? ❞

@mortuam ♡

[necromaidens]

@mortuam

" I THINK IT'S BEAUTIFUL . " she took a step back from her work , seeing the colorful blooms protruding from eye sockets . she had found the buck skull not too far into the forest and had worked to clean and sun bleach it before arranging the flowers within it . she smiled fondly , happy that the cranium will not be left to turn to ruin in the elements . " don't you think so ? "

she smiled to him , green hues sparkling . it had been a month or so since she had arrived at his lonely estate , drenched from the onslaught of storms in the dead of night . he had allowed her to stay within his home and for that she would be forever grateful .

[fatelied]

@mortuam from here.

     "Awww," she pouts, not at all put off by the anger she's getting in return. If anything, it's just amusing and she goes to sit down, elbows on the table, chin in her palms as she stares at him with a smile. "You don't like me talking? That's a shame, because I like talking to you. It's fun hearing your reactions," she teases. "But I suppose if you reaaally want me gone, I can go." Well, she wouldn't, but that's for him to find out.

[historylived]

@mortuam spoke : ❝ being alive is exhausting ❞

( ⏳ ) ❝ Is   that   what   you   think,   mate? ❞      he   gives   the   man   a   good   look,   from   his   posh   clothes   to   his   piercing   blue   eyes.   There's   a   story   in   that   phrase,   one   that   Hob   is   intrigued   by. He offers him a drink.      ❝ Tell   me...   what   makes   it   so   exhausting? ❞

HEAVY HEARTED STARTERS ( accepting )

[korinthiakos]

ONE-LINER STARTER CALL. ( ACCEPTING !! )

"You're an interesting one, ain't you? You feel different."

@mortuam

[aquariusvibes-arch]

@mortuam    ♡

        "Come  on  -  you  can't  be  all  fire  and  like,  brimstone.  Play  with  me!"