#praefuros

[nexusbeingmoved]

* @praefuros

    “you’re late.” blood mouth blooms lazy smile. she beckons with a gloved finger from where her arm draped over the side of the booth. “i’d begun to think you stood me up.” flesh godhead crowned in dark curls. she calls. you answer. “sit, please. i’ve already told them to bring you a scotch.”

[wtchraft-blog]

she  be  the  epitome  of  living  death   ,   the  true  meaning  of  a  lazarus   .       ivory  hand  rests  ‘pon  unbeating  heart   ,   ringed  digits    clutching    to  sable  sweater   .        ❝   how  do  you    bear    it    ?       the  chilliness  of  the  morning   ,   i  mean   .   ❞       she  shivers   ,   for  she  owns  no  coat   -------   forever  kept  in  warmth   ,   always    PROVIDED    warmth    .    .    .    until  now   ,   that  is   .        ❝   i’d  say  it’s  even  more  unbearable  than  the    summer’s  heat    !   ❞    //    @praefuros

[unwraith-blog]

 ❝    I  COULD  TAKE  my  business  elsewhere.  or  just  as  well  do  it  myself.    ❞   she  could  do  it  herself.  adhering  to  proper  premeditation,  she  could  quite  feasibly  set  the  stage  for  such  carnage.  but  she  was  inexperienced.  ignorant.   ultimately,  she  resorts  to  the  aid  of  another,  but  only  beneath  her  strict  micromanagement.    

 ❝    all  i  ask  is  for  your  complete  &  utter  COOPERATION.   when  it’s  done,  it’s  done  --  but  it  won’t  be  done  for  a  while.  this  will  take  time  &  patience.  i  want  to  play  with  him  first.  toy  with  his  paranoia.  i  want  him  to  be  uncomfortable  in  his  own  home  &  his  own  skin.    ❞

@praefuros.

[nosfice-blog]

@praefuros

      stained in ichor,   she wishes to taint him all the more.   she’d pre-packed the essentials,   cliche as ever---   silver stakes,  guns with silver bullets,  the whole ordeal.   while she never used these items in her killings, ( perhaps a silver sword,   should the enemy be challenging;  she preferred more elegant,  medieval tactics )   she knew he would need them.   ‘ hearts.  the heart is the key to the soul.   destroy it,   and the vampire burns eternally.   decapitating the head does the same,   but is more time consuming. ‘  as did dismembering any of their limbs,   really.  very messy,   though.    ‘ we’ll start simple-----  low life vampires who steal the life of the innocent for sustenance.  they aren’t very strong. ‘  she straightens a tie,  clawed hands laying flat on his chest.   ‘ you’ll do well.  i’ve heard youre an excellent shot,   mr.  grey.  i assume the gun is preferable. ‘ 

[rcsario]

@praefuros   ♡ ‘d

      darkness is revealed to the light.    he knows what she is.    he has to.   it’d be a bit silly to have a human babysitter with no knowledge of her dietary habits.  what would he feed her ?    ‘  are you scared ? ‘   inquiry is almost playful.   she might as well have fun with him.   monstrous little girls were always frightening;   horror films always milked the fuck out of that.  ‘ boo. ‘ 

[urbantrapped-blog]

❝ it’s not that i don’t “like” it. i’m physically repulsed. ❞

THE GRAND BUDAPEST HOTEL | ACCEPTING

“ walk away, then. forget. ” this body no longer bears resemblance to a girl people have forgotten. when the night heaves a sigh there exists an imaginary kiss to the back of her neck, a gentle blow of rose - scented breath into her hair, and then, abruptly, existence along with the waning moon recoils into a bottle of all things glassy and revered. elaine grey: she is, and then she is not. 

farewell: you know that we all miss you. please come home. at this rate, one might. “ go on. no one is forcing you to do anything. ” someone sees a girl sitting on this bench every morning with a cat on her lap, midnight dark, diamond - eyed. maybe the story will change next time. “                                 don’t you have somewhere to go to, anyway? you mentioned that before. ”

[nosfice-blog]

@praefuros

     who knew   some humans could contain such darkness.  it oozes out of him like black blood;   perhaps,   if her will wasnt so strong,   she’d itch for a taste.   ‘  do you protect ? ‘   the inquiry is strange,   but important.  ‘ if i were to pay you in riches and glamor,   would you protect someone for me ? ‘ 

[pawngal-blog]

            ❛     i always say , don’t talk to STRANGERS.    especially those who may or may not have a criminal record , possibly with no gun permit   &   a licence to KILL.   james bond’s one untrustworthy guy.      ❜   ♡ / @praefuros