#saccharynes

[warlcks-moved]

‘ 𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝙾 𝚂𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙾 𝙸𝚃, 𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽’𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 ? ’ / 𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

@saccharynes  /  darius  frierson.

𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙾𝙿𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳;    eyes    that    once    looked    towards    mentor    with    a    wish    for    home,    belonging,    FAMILY    now    cast    upon    him    with    disdain,    and    a    certain    wariness.    The    scene    is    set,    the    study    belonging    to    the    older    warlock    lit    with    carefully    placed    candles    and    upon    the    floor    are    very    specific    markings    drawn    onto    the    floor.    A    summoning    circle    is    something    he    has    only    seen    in    theory    before;    vague    drawings    in    books    that    preach    the    WARNINGS    of    meddling    with    such    magic.    Unease    writhes    and    coils    like    a    snake    in    the    belly    and    apprehension    prickles    on    the    back    of    his    neck.    It’s    no    secret    to    him    that    Darius    sees    him    -    sees    all    of    them    -    as    stepping    stones    to    acclaim    and    accomplishment,    PAWNS    in    his    quest    for    power    and    influence,    yet    the    bold    and    sinister    aspect    of    this    lesson    takes    him    by    surprise.    Young    warlock    doesn’t    even    need    conscious    thought    to    prompt    him    to    back    away    from    the    circle,    woeful    brown    eyes    landing    upon    mentor    with    troubled    disdain.    Why    must    he    keep    pushing    for    him    to    take    steps    in    a    direction    that    cannot    be    backtracked    ?    It    must    be    obvious    by    now;    that    he    LACKS    the    ambition    the    other    so    clearly    wishes    to    instil    in    him,    the    desire    for    greatness    no    matter    the    cost.    He    doesn’t    want    to    be    great,    he    just    wants    to    be    good.

“    Of    course    I’m    scared.    You’re    asking    me    to    summon    evil.    It’s    FORBIDDEN.    ”    He    wishes    frustration    was    the    dominant    force    in    strained    tones,    but    worry    takes    precedence.    Fingers    curl    and    flex    with    the    itch    to    act,    to    set    the    contents    of    the    room    aflame    before    anything    more    can    be    made    of    this    venture    but    he    knows    better,    stills    himself    with    what    little    obedience    still    resides    in    him.    Restless    digits    instead    fixate    on    loose    thread    on    the    sleeve    of    his    shirt,    tug    and    twist    and    imagine    the    thin    cord    resembles    his    insides,    CONTORTED    under    tension.    “    Why    are    you    teaching    me    this    ?    We    should    be    learning    to    stop    demons,    not    bring    them    here.    ”

[oeshun]

@saccharynes​​        :     GALEN

                       ❝    clara    parker?    seriously?    ❞    the    scorpio    witch    scoffed,    arms    wrapped    around    her    own    chest    as    dark    eyes    measured    every    inch    of    his    being.    j e a l o u s y    was    driving    her    mad,    as    effortlessly    as    it    always    did.    ❝    that’s    beyond    pathetic.    have    you    heard    about    how    her    father    destroyed    her    own    coven?    moved    to    rio,    married    a    mermaid    and    has    attempted    to    live    a    normal    life    for    all    these    years?    kai    parker    will    end    you    if    you    don’t    get    rid    of    her.    ❞        as    if    any    of    those    reasons    were    good    enough    for    someone    to    end    a    relationship,    as    flimsy    as        it    was.    ❝    if    you    care    for    her,    you    will    stop    seeing    her.    i’m    just    offering    you    some    good    advice.    ❞

[quindsley]

𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹  𝑾𝑰𝑷𝑬𝑺  𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑴𝑺𝑶𝑵  𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵  𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴  𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑻  𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑺 .            //            hues study him carefully as black irises fade back to cerulean ,      as veins slowly disappear from under her eyes .      she shoves the human corpse away from herself ,      ignores the muted thump as disconnected head rolls across the carpet ,      instead slowly approaches damon with wide smile fixated on her expression .            courtney was beginning to grow tired of the dredging schedule she’d adopted while hunting on her own            ------            damon’s presence was a welcomed change in pace ,      a reminder that the world was at her fingertips .                        ❝      you should be more careful next time ,      @saccharynes​ .      ❞                        there’s a lighthearted undertone to her words ,      brows remain arched as she leisurely licks her lips and crosses her arms .

❝      it seems like playing goody-two-shoes has made you soft ,      old man .      ❞                        quiet snort leaves her lips before eyes scan the empty room ,      they flutter closed for a moment as she breathes it all in            ------            the pain and suffering their victims had suffered before their ultimate death ,      the scent of stale blood stained on the decorative carpet .      it was all so addictive ,      her head was reeling in the same way it always had during her very best highs as a human            (      if she’d known how good it would all feel ,      she would’ve died a lot sooner      ) .            the gnawing pain in her stomach never fades ,      the beast within only growing more manic the more she fed :            she needed more to quench the maniac within ,      was desperate for a repetition of the euphoric feeling that left her head spinning .                        ❝      i need more food .      ❞

PROMPT            //            damn ,      i got blood on my shirt .

[feltferal]

@saccharynes  said:  “ stop brushing me off. i know something is going on. ” accepting

He’s planted himself on the roof where it’s still warm from the sun.  Hopefully Esme won’t be too upset that he’s crumbled more than a few tiles into dust.  They should be easier to replace than a completely unraveled shirt.  His legs hang off the edge, looking down but not directly at Emmett.  As lighthearted as the guy was, he was clearly observant.  Or Jasper wasn’t being as subtle as he intended to be.  He doesn’t quite growl, but it’s an annoyed sound nonetheless.  A complaint.   At least they’re alone.  Except for Rose in the garage, probably still mending the motorcycle he’d taken over a jump wrong and completely detached the handlebars.  She’s distracted enough she probably isn’t listening to them.  As if it’s anything she hasn’t heard before.  He’d approached her first on the topic, cautiously, ready to get his head bitten off for asking about her relationship with Emmett.  She was patient with him.  Calm despite the fact that she’d effectively tipped his entire world on it’s head even more so than when Alice introduced him to the idea of eating animals.  “You’ve got a very smart wife, I hope you know that.  She’s...been correcting some of my world views and I’m feeling a little...untethered.”  Lost.  Confused.  Angry.  Slightly more understanding of why Alice reacted the way she did when he’d duck away from her.  “Apparently it isn’t normal for your partner to threaten to take off an arm if you don’t do what they say.”

[oeshun]

@saccharynes​

DEEP    WOUND    ACROSS    SUN    KISSED    ARM.    there    was    something    fascinating    about    how    the    gleaming    blood    wound    stream    down    her    skin.    it    made    marina    somehow    empathetic    towards    her    husband    and    all    the    other    vampires    who    dared    themselves    to    resist    such    temptation.    what    a    curse    must    it    be,    to    know    that    your    feeding    necessity    was    meant    to    only    be    achieved    through    the    death    of    others.    was    it    only    for    blood    that    vampires    that    maria    and    her    army    would    kill?    ❝    it’s    okay.    you    don’t    need    to    stitch    me.    it    will    heal    on    its    own.    ❞    a    soft    smile    as    her    now    father-in-law    entered    the    room.    ❝    are    jasper    and    the    others    okay?    i    left    rosalie    taking    care    of    alexei    for    me.    it    didn’t    seem    to    be    a    hassle    to    her.    i    guess    she    really    likes    children.    ❞    anxiety    was    not    a    feeling    that    would    invade    the    mermaid’s    heart    often,    but    after    all    they’d    been    through,    she    wondered    if    there    would    ever    be    the    feeling    of    safety    again.    and    when    marina    felt    that    way,    it    was    hard    to    even    stop    talking.    ❝    and    listen.    i    didn’t    w a n t    to    kill    maria.    i    had    never    hurt    anyone    before    …    but    she    threatened    my    family!    i    had    no    choice,    sir.    i’m    not    proud.    but    i’d    do    it    again    if    i    had    to.    you’d    do    the    same    for    dona    esme,    right?    ❞

[roseguidedarc]

@saccharynes ASKED,  ❛ 𝒊 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑. ❜ 𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒔 @ 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊

          𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐔𝐌𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑   the other needed of her !     he needed her help && she’d do anything she needed in order to get it done⸺they might have been apart from one another for more than too long,  but the eternals were still her friends && family !    if one of them needed help then that’s all that needed to be said,  but the next question has to be:   with what?    head tilts a little, brows furrowed while makkari contemplates that very question.   a beat passes with the intake of breath,  hands raising in order to sign:   [   «   what do you need help with, phastos?   »   ]   another beat before she continues,   [   «   whatever it is⸺𝙸'𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 !    is it something serious or something a little calmer?  it’s not another deviant is it, do we need the others?   »   ]      ;      for all makkari knows its something simple && she’s just asking far too many questions.   she can’t help it,  it was more instinctual  than anything.  thousands of years of running into deviants, into trouble, can condition you to expect the more severe && pressing things out of life.   she’d found some sort of normality in the time between,  but she always wondered when they were going “home” or when they’d all reunite.   reunited && the saving of the world once again come && gone, what’s left?   peace, the chance at a modern, normal life? it felt bizarre to   𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻. 

[roseguidedarc]

@saccharynes​ ASKED,  ❛ 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕. ❜ 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒆 @ 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂

        𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄.    she understood why the blonde vampire despised  her want to be like then, she saw her side of things to the extent she was told.  rosalie never had a choice,  but bella does && to rosalie she was giving up her humanity, her chance at a life, the blood in her veins for something that some view as being less of a “life.”     bella understood what she’d be giving up, that she’d have to watch her human family die of old age one day knowing she’ll never age another day,  but she knew what she   𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳.    it wasn’t coming from a place of a selfishness, though it can be seen as such,  nor a place of disrespect for her humanity.     ;      bella feels she’s meant for something more.   their discussion had taken a turn,  leaned more toward being an argument.   bella is ready to turn ‘round && leave, drop the conversation in favor of not fighting !   (  she doesn’t like confrontation much.  it makes her uncomfortable, but there’s a different between standing up for what you want/believe in vs arguing for the sake of something else.   )     the blonde’s words are heard, bella turning on the heels of her shoes just as body nearly   𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓼    with the other.   cold hands scorch her skin as cheeks are cupped, the subtle press of lips that left her more than surprised.    it takes bella a moment or two to register what’s happening before shoulders relax,  the kiss almost returned but the other had pulled away before she could.    ❝ rose—  ❞    brown eyes have widened && heat overtakes cheeks:    ❝  what—. . . i— . . .you kissed me?  why?  ❞

[roseguidedarc]

@saccharynes​ ASKED,   “ 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚. “ 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒈 @ 𝒄𝒚𝒓𝒖𝒔

            𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑,  girl turning ‘round to face the other.   hands have. come to her front,  fingers nervously picking at one another as his words, as his request, settles into her mind the longer it echos in ears.     those words are one of the only things she’s ever wanted to hear from her father, to know that he wanted to be around her, && that she was wanted in the very least.   cyrus was happy in her family before she discovered who her father was,  but she’d always felt as if something were   𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰   && it was a feeling she could never shake no matter how hard she tried !     (   she’d thought of a million different scenarios in her mind of druig over the year as to why he wasn’t in her life.   mind hypothesized:   he’s dead, he didn’t want you, he’s traveling,  he doesn’t   𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰   you exist.   who knew the last one would end up being the truth.   )     ;      ❝  are you sure?  ❞   asks cyrus is a slightly quieter, hesitant voice.   eyes meet his that are so similar to her own, wide with hope but also worry.     ❝ me coming here && telling you that i- . . .it’s a lot to put on someone.  i understand if you . . if you aren’t up for being any sort of father figure,  if that’s not something   𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃.  ❞    she’s giving him an out if he wants it even if it’ll crush her a little on the inside.   head shakes a little,    ❝  i didn’t come here expecting anything.  did i hope you might want to know me?  of course, but i just wanted to meet you once at least.  ❞    cyrus pulls a slight smile.