#nsilocastillon

[lstbcys]

@nsilocastillon asked: [ nude ] my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked

It had completely slipped Malcolm's mind that he was meant to meet Nsilo until twenty minutes after the time they'd scheduled. As soon as he realised, he shot up out of bed and started to get clothes together to get dressed, when he heard the door to his bedroom bang open. He was naked, and his head shot up in confusion to see who was intruding. "Nsilo!" Mal practically yelped, reaching for one of his pillows to hold it in front of his very naked crotch. "Jesus, fuck, I was just getting dressed. I overslept. You think I was in here having a feast from the veins?" It wasn't a reach, not with his control, but he was on the straight and narrow for the time being. "You like what you see, Ms. Castillon, or can I get dressed?"

[hesterlomidze]

Where: Anemoia Gaming & Teahouse Who: @nsilocastillon

''I don't know where it went wrong - this council, should it even exist anymore? When there's no respect within the council, younglings would take us as a joke - if we're not a laughing stock already, that is.'' Hester, the usually very calm and collected vampire - now showing a different side of herself to someone she barely knew.

She would never have shown up here if it wasn't for the liquid courage her victim of the night had consumed - she hadn't done it on purpose, it'd been a not all too pleasant shift earlier. A child had been rushed into the ICU, hanging on by a thread of life and the smell of assault had been stinking all over her, of booze and fear. When several hours the child was no longer on life support, Hester's shift had ended along with it and in order to think clear, she'd done what she did best. Hunt those who preyed upon the weak. Her vision had been clouded by hunger, by anger and there was no stopping the centuries old vampire when her eyes saw red. By the time she was done, his body had been drained, his eyes lost of light. She'd taken another life - for good. But it never stopped. There would always be monsters, there was no end to the torture, no matter how many she sought justice for.

Back to why she was here - the alcohol had taken a toll on the blonde. Where she normally would seek shelter by her siblings' side, at home and ride out her high, her feet had taken her to a strange place. A place that wasn't home. Far from it.

''-The rumors are just out there, for anyone to hear, for anyone who isn't even actively listening to hear. Laure asked us for permission to turn someone and we clearly said no, now the young thing is walking around with fangs - it's like she spat in our faces. Of course she'd never admit she's done it anyways, but who else would it have been? Why - what - it's just too convenient, a little too on the nose with the timing, isn't it?''

[killvrinstinct]

who: @nsilocastillon . ♡ where: The Supernatural Conclave and Gala .

        the conversation she’s in comes to a slow stop, and vera watches as nsilo’s walks away. this time, with no malcolm on her arm. vera weighs the pros and cons of approaching, this time.

        a positive: keeping their eyes on every flicker of nsilo makes it easier to avoid françoise, and anything else related to her. nsilo’s opinion had taken up a heavy bullet point on the board that weighed out the consequences of coming with françoise tonight. just as considered as how vera hadn’t wanted to be with her, or her mangled web of blood that she calls a family. instead, they’re pursuing the mystery of the conclave on their own. keeping distance from their clan leader, and glancing over, a watchful- but only half committed -gaze on her back. vera will find nsilo when she wants her, and not a moment before. they don’t have any use for small talk, nor saying anything that they might regret, that could’ve been solved by having time to think it through, first.

        vera doesn’t worry about masking the sound of footsteps as they approach nsilo from where her back is to them. they don’t even care if she’d knows that they’ve been watching. good, let her. surely, there’s something beneficial there.  “ what do you think about other clans? ”  they question, coming closer, letting the student peek out in the sound of their voice. it’s not entirely dishonest, they do want to learn.  “ the visiting ones, obviously. i already know how you feel about the others. ”

[imrtlwitch]

@nsilocastillon

"I'm just closing up, but if you're quick—" He raises his head, a smile coming to his lips in an instant as eyes find Castillon's. "I take that back, for you we're open always, mi diamante. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Harley slipped out from behind the counter, moving close to press a kiss to the others cheek and slip past Nsilo, locking the door so that they wouldn't be interrupted. If she had made the trip to Eden's Apple, then there was either business to discuss or she just missed Harley that much. He would be flattered with either reasoning.

Smirking, he pulled two glasses from under the counter and the finest tequila. "Drink, mi amor? You can have a little taste of me too, if you so please. I have missed those beautiful fangs of yours."

[lstbcys]

@nsilocastillon

"How was your birthday, Nsilo?" Malcolm asked upon entering her office, ensuring to close the door behind him. Despite the connection he felt to the other vampire, he wasn't in the habit of disturbing her often at work, waiting until he was called upon to do so. She was a busy woman, after all, and yet she still made time for him. He appreciated that, because despite choosing to live a pretty quiet life, it had left him with not many people he felt he had any actual connection to.

"I don't mean to intrude, or overstep but. . . You hid the fact that you have a daughter very well. Have I earned the right to know the story there? It may help me in my endeavours to keep her distracted for you in future." Mal had kept Christy away for Nsilo's birthday, though somehow she'd still managed to get a gift delivered to the older vampire. She was certainly something.

[killvrinstinct]

“$” (nsilo)

send for a text meme, always accepting bc it's easy free and fun!  ˎˊ˗

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

( txt 一 Nsilo Castillon (Kanemaru) )   Get your shit together. Do not mock my pro-con list.

( txt 一 Nsilo Castillon (Kanemaru) )   Apologies, that was meant for Birdie.

[lstbcys]

What is a topic your character wouldn't want to talk about?

malcolm doesn't like to talk about his past before port leiry with most people, except maybe nsilo but it's still a sore subject. he misses his sire desperately, and the makeshift family ( aside from perhaps one person, but malcolm also won't talk about him hi demitri ). he knows he fucked up, he knows that he turned not one but two people when he shouldn't have both because he couldn't stand to lose the people he loved. he should have learned from the first time, but he apparently he didn't learn from his first time, he's not a fast learner. @nsilocastillon

[lstbcys]

DIRTY TEASING ASK MEME / ACCEPTING.

@nsilocastillon asked: [ CLOTHES OFF ] ― your muse helps my muse undress. - reversed.

Malcolm found himself in Nsilo's office with her after a long night, giving her an update as to all that had happened that she may not have seen or heard of, letting her know if anyone misbehaved or had to be thrown out. Unzip my dress, Malcolm. She had commanded rather than asked, and though he hesitated for a moment he was quickly behind her. Gently, he moved her hair to the side, hand resting on the nape of Nsilo's neck to keep it out of the way as he slowly pulled down the zip of her dress, all the way down to the small of her back. He stood there for longer than he had to, drinking her in as eyes raked from his fingers still on the zipper, up her spine and to her neck.

She smelled amazing, and whilst her blood wouldn't fulfil him his thoughts were already away from him, pondering what she would taste like on his tongue, imagining himself swallowing her down in more ways than one. Finally, he let go, moving around to her front. He looked in her eyes for a moment, still no further words exchanged, and got down onto his knees to undo the straps on her heels. He took off her shoes one by one, placing them to the side before looking up at her, still on his knees. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Nsilo?"