#script: angelus.

[matcrmortis]

for: dumps this here ( @dienoctes , @daluy0ng )

✝     ——— If he thinks any harder, he's afraid a wrinkle will defy the rules of time and mortality and pop right at the center of his forehead if he keeps this up. Generally, he's good at masking his emotions under the guise of playfulness or stoicism, but Angelus has always been a sore loser. Which is why he seldom competes with anyone who can beat him. Losing isn't fun. Why should he put himself through that?

There's practically a growl scratching the back of his throat like an engine as he ponders, dissatisfied with every outcome that comes to mind. He leans forward, fingers curling into a fist as he brings his hand to rest under the jut of his chin, perpetually frustrated. "...This is a stupid, useless game anyway." It wasn't a stupid, useless game minutes ago, when he was winning—but it is now.

[matcrmortis]

for: eliana finch ( @fatestln ) location: hallowed grounds

✝     ———- The wind howled and moaned outside the humble coffee shop, traveling across vacant streets in a hurry, tussling with the occasional tree and bush it found along the way. Darkness seeped into every corner, and the road stretched endlessly ahead like an invitation; the skies looked bleak, dreary, like a bad omen.

It makes no sound—never does; like an alley cat, he blends well into the night, prowling the streets as if they belonged to him. There is a gush of wind, and just like that, he was there, toothed smile on flushed lips, glacial blue eyes twinkling with subdued mischief. "Little wolf," the nickname tastes fond, sweet like candy on his tongue; he bends slightly, looming over her shoulder with no regard for personal space, nearly resting his chin against the bump of her shoulder. "There's plenty of bigger, badder wolves than you out late like this, you know?" he takes her hand for himself, holding it in a proprietary grip that demanded attention. "I'll walk you home."

[matcrmortis]

for: catalina grey ( @stcrmtown ) location: invading her personal space portum university

✝     ———- Legs crossed and rocking idly, she'll find him perched on her desk like a canary, sighing under the weight of existential boredom, dangling a book upside down between his thumb and forefinger like a foreign object, kicking the back of her desk with his heels repeatedly as impatience corrodes his mood, and he reverts back to childish means of getting attention. The gift of immortality had gifted him many things—patience, however, was not among them. "Why do people need so many books, anyway..." He drawls morosely, tearing one page off slowly, enjoying the 'ripping' sound it makes.

The book falls with a heavy thud, and his icy gaze flickers over to her as knuckles curl inwards, coming to rest under the jut of his chin. The boyish vampire sighs loudly again, making his displeasure known. "Ay, no me mires con esa carita… Te extrañé. ¿No me extrañaste? ¿Ni un poquito?" he pouts. "Vamos… Dime que me extrañas también, aunque no sea verdad."

[matcrmortis]

for: heng zhang ( @avdaciter ) location: his back, apparently

✝     ———-    A long pair of arms slither around the slope of Heng's shoulders, like two white serpents attempting to ensnare him; the vampire lets out a soft, keening whine, baring the fangs under his flushed lips he leans in, draping himself over the reaper shamelessly, the full weight of his lean body pressing to his back until he's dangling off his shoulders like an expensive lynx coat, heavy and so utterly impractical.

"It's been an awful couple of days. Say something nice to me." The demand rolls off his dulcet tongue easily, and his lashes flutter sluggishly before his teeth find the cartilage of Heng's ear. "I love your hair when it's down, you look so tasty."