#pleinsdemuses

[gcverncr]

@pleinsdemuses continued getting interrogated from x!

. “Oh—hoooo!” Philip’s upper lip curls and he gives her a disgustingly lascivous tiger trill, the sound vibrating deep from the origin of his throat. “Pussy’s got claws. Don’t scratch me, now. I might scratch back.”

. The Governor pulls his seat out and settles down just as easily as he might anyplace else. He laces his fingers under his chin and points a high beam expression at her: half smile, half grimace. His eyes are untouched by the mirth on his lips, black, the fluorescent light streaming down from above reflected in two burning white pinpricks. 

. “That’s where you got it wrong, sister. I like takin’ my time, always have. A thorough job is a job done well, ain’t that the way?” His canorous smoker’s drawl is positively giddy with mirth, “But I’m gettin’ ahead of myself.”

. “I’m not gonna lie to you, girl. You are better off givin’ me what I want. The quicker you do it, the better it is for you. But it’s no skin off my back… I’m gonna enjoy myself either way. You… mmm, probably not so much.”

[xbullseye]

Dex rumour has it that you've found a new North star

@pleinsdemuses

"Are you talking about Love? I thought so too at first. It's what drew me to her. But I think Love is… more than that. I don't think I have to pretend to be good for her. She might be capable of seeing me, the real me, and not running away. Deep down, I think her darkness matches mine."

[mr-vvick]

"Wait - you're bleeding." From Chiara @pleinsdemuses

hidden injury

John exhaled slowly. Something tight in his chest finally came loose the moment he saw her face. He'd spent the last hour convincing himself he was too late.

"You're okay," said John. The words came out rougher than he intended. His hand found her face, her shoulder. He was checking, just making sure @pleinsdemuses was real and here. "You're okay." John stepped closer. "I needed to see you first. To make sure-" his voice was softer now. "Someone must have talked or know something."

[violentnatured]

@pleinsdemuses “This  was  never  part  of  the  plan.” from Ruby @pleinsdemuses

He felt her presence before she ever stepped foot into his home.   The place where his children slept,   played.   The very same place where his wife had been slain.   The room darkened with his rapidly growing anger,   the air hung heavy with power.   His power,   it crawled along his skin with a heavy pulse.   That one sentence was all she would be able to get out before he was on her.    One moment he was across the room before he materialized in front of her.   One inked hand clasped around her throat with a crushing hold.   Those usual deep set blue eyes were now void less,   black as midnight.   “Do you think for one second,   I give a fuck about his plan?”   That Norwegian accent thick on his tongue.   Nothing but raw anger and hatred masked his features.   Did Lucifer forget one thing?   It didn’t matter if he was no longer in hell.   He still had all his powers intact.    “He couldn’t do his own dirty work?  So,   he sends you,   in his place.”   He scoffed,   clearly disgusted and not even remotely interested.    “One of his whores.”   Chris didn’t let up on his hold as he leaned in making sure she understood clearly each word he spoke.   “You can tell Lucifer I’m not interested.”    He released her then roughly. He could of killed her, brought forth the sword that he created himself to send demons screaming back to hell. He didn't. He wanted his message to get sent back to her master. If she so much tried to play games with him. He wouldn't hesitate to change his mind. If she thought for one second thought he would trust her. Then she clearly didn't remember him correctly.

[protection-spell]

Royce Alderan | Closed Starter

@pleinsdemuses

It was a little strange to be on a date and completely out of arm's reach, even out of earshot sometimes, from Bella. It was simply safer this way. If the two were seen together, onlookers might not approve of spotting a werewolf and a vampire fraternizing in such a way. Or worse, someone might report back to Alderan.

Still, it was a pleasure to watch how Bella walked through the world on her own. Confidence padding the pavement with every step she took, her head held high, and all the eyes that followed her as she passed by. She's mine. He thought to himself, feeling rather proud to have won her affection when she clearly had so much freedom of choice.

As Bella got in line for a ride not unlike a merry-go-round, which had brightly painted zoo animals rather than simple horses, Royce got in line after her, a party of 7 standing between them. She peeked back at him with a coy smile and he gave her a small wink before averting his gaze.

She chose a steed for the ride's duration and Royce carefully walked the platform until he found one that allowed him a good vantage point. The two could not speak to each other while maintaining a distance, and so had found others ways to communicate. Their wordless smirks and winks went unnoticed by the other patrons of the fair. As the ride began the two locked eyes.

[corsetslacedup]

❛  do people always fall in love with things they can’t have ?  ❜ From Alba to Sebastian @pleinsdemuses

@sesyeuxocean / @pleinsdemuses // Alba x Sebastian

“It often seems like it, from my experience,” Sebastian confessed, sighing softly, “I fell in love with a princess from a foreign, ancient kingdom once. That was…painful,” he sighed softly, shaking his head. “You’ve experienced this as well, it seems?” he asked, genuinely interested and curious about Alba’s life, including her love life.

[deviousnumbers]

001 | Late At Night Or Early In The Morning

@pleinsdemuses

Street lights twinkled up above, the asphalt below was cracked and jagged rocks jutted out into Alfie's back. Fading in and out of consciousness, each blink to darkness growing slower and longer, Alfie's thoughts were swimming lazily through his mind.

Thief. The other had called him- his assailant. And the other had been right. They had dueled with magics but Alfie, to his surprise, had been bested... perhaps he was outmatched.

And now he suffered the consequences of the assault, the taste of copper in his mouth. A long gash across his left forearm, still bleeding, panged and throbbed with pain, keeping him from falling into unconsciousness. This paired with the coughing, the sputtering, from the blood which filled his mouth, leaking from his split lips.

He was badly hurt and immobilized, worried his leg might be broken as he was unable to move it. Alfie could do no more but clutch in his right hand his token: a brass ring bequeathed to him by his father. This was the item through which he could channel his magics, yet it was useless to him now.

He could neither move nor speak, but the assailant had made one fatal mistake: he'd left Alfie half-alive. That would be enough. He vowed that if he lived to see daylight... he would get his revenge along with those spellbooks the assailant had recovered from him.

The clicking of heels on pavement echoed in the distance from somewhere. Hope. Alfie thought as the world around him swirled into a mess of white streaking starlight and the orange hues of street lights.

[themultiversemercs]

Starter for @pleinsdemuses

As the elevator went up, the two agents checked over their concealed weapons safe in the knowledge that the camera within had been set to loop to give them time to prepare. The gala had been a wholly boring affair, some media mogul showing off his wealth and reach by securing a new satellite to broadcast to every nation in the globe.

Or something along those lines, Arch had been too bored and preoccupied with keeping the 'Gareth Kinshkov' persona going, a security CEO with a taste for philanthropy. His teammate on this mission, one of his closest friends and confidants had been hanging off of his arm all night, helping to secure his status as unattainable to ensure people didn't look too closely.

"You owe me for that one. And you're still an awful bloody kisser." The redhead commented as she unholstered the suppressed Walther PPK/S she had strapped to her thigh under her black and gold backless dress. A short snort of a laugh came from the tall mercenary at her insult. "Well you certainly looked like you enjoyed it." He retorted with a cheeky grin.

"Mate, she's paid to look like she enjoys it, that's kind of our whole gig." Came a voice from their cochlear implants, a thick midlands accent behind his words. Drane stifled another laugh, continuing with "At least he pays well, right?"

"Dickheads, all of you." Arch replied as that smile grew wider, pulling Drane into a quick hug that was all too happily returned, just in time for the doors to open on the VIP floor, and Arch drew his own suppressed handgun, that being a Walther Q5 Match SF.