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theodore walker. human, ghoul, hunter. hacker. property of lucy meadowes.

[taylor-lvnts-blog]

“I used to be a concubine, and a bartender, I’ve practically made my living in listening to strangers.”

[theodorewalker]

“..And eventually you went and got a degree in psychology or something?”

[taylor-lvnts-blog]

“You’re free to talk about it if you want, if not I won’t bug ya though.”

[theodorewalker]

“Doesn’t it get tiring to listen to confessions of random strangers?”

[zhao-daisy-blog]

Questions| Theodore and Daisy

[zhao-daisy-blog]

She looked quickly over the wound putting her hand on it. She could feel the magic there and it caused a low sigh to come out of her. 

“No. It didn’t. That I’m sure of, but this is worrisome. I will try to figure out exactly what’s going on, but I don’t know how to break this yet. So the best course of action is to keep you from getting stabbed. If you get injured I will heal you, call me if it happens.” 

[theodorewalker]

“I will heal if I get injured, and so will she in the process. It’s not the healing part, it’s the actual stabbing part we should be worried about. I don’t think she even understands what is it exactly that is happening. You should speak to her. You are not planning to hide in the shadows forever, are you?”

[taylor-lvnts-blog]

“You look like you’ve had a long day too. Bottoms up.”

[theodorewalker]

“I did. Thanks.”

[zhao-daisy-blog]

Questions| Theodore and Daisy

[zhao-daisy-blog]

“Understood. Although I’ll be honest here, you won’t get many more opportunities.” Daisy after all wasn’t making this offer often. Looking up at him at the story her eyebrows furrowed. 

“What are you talking about? That shouldn’t - let me see where it is.” Her face was serious in and blank. As if she didn’t care, but her voice went up with the question. 

“I need to see.” 

[theodorewalker]

“It’s gone,” he quickly added, fingers touching his shoulder, rolling the fabric down. There was still a reddish mark where was the wound, but only that — a proof of once a serious injury. “Almost gone. I would guess she has an identical one on herself.” It worried him that it worried her. Daisy was supposed to understand the spell— a curse?— but watching her Theo realized she did not as much as he hoped. “What happens to me happens to her, and the other way around. So it’s fun— trying not to get shot or stabbed and all— being a hunter does not help, not in the slightest.. I think your spell chose a wrong person, Daisy.”

[avcnging-archived-blog]

     Ayden observed him analyzing her – how his mouth opened, snapped shut, the questioning expression in the man’s eyes. “If there is an answer of which you seek, please do feel free to inquire,” she asserted courtly, entranced by the reflection of light off her knife. She did not meet his gaze, instead flicking the dagger in the air, watching it spiral, catching the tip of the blade between her fingers. “Knife throwing is more a hobby of mine.” Her response was casual but succinct – an indication that Ayden possessed certain abilities of which she was not yet willing to construe. 

     Sparks of amusement danced in the Pyromancer’s eyes, flickering dangerously as she sheathed her knife and cocked her head slightly. “‘Cute’ is a quality one could use to describe me, yes. Though I much prefer ‘hot,’ in that I am like fire.” Ayden was notorious for her mindless flirting, something which seemed to accompany her up until present, even in Tartarus. With a playful smile and the strides of an heiress, the Abecassis twin fell into line next to the man. “You have my sincerest gratitude,” she added, tone genuine. “My name is Ayden Abecassis – delighted to make your acquaintance.”

[theodorewalker]

“Yeah?” His left brow shot up with the short question. “That’s cute.” He didn’t mean to appear as wanting to depreciate, or brush away such thing in general as unimportant or nothing special whatsoever.. It’s just with his mother, with what that woman managed to teach him and what she herself knew.. The element of surprise was not a thing his brain was familiar with. “But soon you will realize that waving a sharp object in someone’s face here— like anywhere else, really— might end up with you facing repercussions you didn’t mean to call out. Especially in Cyric.” 

Eyes giving her a quick glance over as she strode next to him, a tinier figure following his step, Theodore offered her a brief curve in his lips and a nod. “Theodore,” he answered as it was expected him to, low voice melting away in the last rays of the red sunset. “Can I ask why wouldn’t you go to Cyric alone?” Well, he was going there either way, so it wasn’t that much of a deal — not too chatty of a companion, and as long as she didn’t pry, he was more than fine with it. Hunters had to protect people, right? Especially from grey-skinned, rotten and blood-sucking, reeking-of-madness creatures, once identified as nothing else but vampires. Those, yes.. With that thought he felt his shoulder muscles tense, and he immediately felt the cold burn from his gun at the side of him, locked tight to a belt, hidden under a jacket, and a skin-peeling warning of a dagger nearby. “It’s not as bad as they tend to paint the picture.”

[avcnging-archived-blog]

     Now, Ayden was an intelligent girl, enough to have completed a four year online Chemistry degree in but a year and a half. What most don’t know about her, however, is that she also received two minors… In Criminology and Neuroscience. Knowing when she was being played – or rather, tested, as it so seemed – Ayden’s expression shifted to one of cool collectivity, demeanour unreadable. 

     She allowed but an eyebrow quirk at the man’s reply. It was her first day on Tartarus, that much was true, but she was already well-informed of the exploits occurring at Cyric. Ayden was strong, of that she was certain, but this witch refused to kill – a fact which would prove detrimental in her hunger-driven expedition. “Cyric…” she replied, distaste plaguing her voice. “A region such as the latter, I would only venture to with my brother.” She shot the man a pointed look, retrieving a knife from its sheath, spinning it in her fingers as she would a pen, unfazed as the edges began to dance with fire. “But I am willing to make an exception, if you would be so kind as to accompany me.”

[theodorewalker]

Whatever had she heard about the dangers on that side of the island, it was probably exaggerated, belittled or just a straight up lie. Whilst it was not the most pleasant of places, Theodore did spent quite a lot of time there lately; the hotel he was staying in and his workplace were there, and it naturally made him adapt and see it differently. 

“That wasn’t a challenge,” he shook his head lightly with a question in the brown color of his eyes. “If you—” Then, there was the knife. Theo watched the play, the way its blade reflected light.. From a purely aesthetical standpoint, yes, it was pleasant to look at. But it was not enough— not by far— if she was planning to defend herself with it from the creatures lurking in the depths of the grove and between the darkest of streets everyone so easily roamed. “Cute. I don’t know exactly who, or even what in this case, you are trying to protect yourself from, but I doubt it would help much.” His stare was still focused on the girl for a while, and after muttering a low ‘what he hell’ he nodded her to come before turning on his heel to walk. 

[avcnging-archived-blog]

(Ayden || &. Theo)

     Ayden should have been elated – feverish, really – upon arriving at Tartarus Island.          A new home.               A new sanction.                    A new start.      She should have been.     She wasn’t.

        Albeit the unfamiliar, uncharted territory was alluring, this elite voyageur had but one thing on her mind – to satisfy her lust for the game. What started as mindless perambulating slowly escalated, her feet beginning to carry her of their own accord. Her strides came to an abrupt halt in front of a passerby, hoping this stranger could provide the information she desperately craved.

       “Excuse me, Darling. I’m sorry to bother you. But I was hoping you would be able to redirect me to the nearest casino? That is, if there is one. If not, well…” She gave the estranged being a quick once-over, followed by a playful wink. “I’m just going to have to find something else to entertain me, then, won’t I?” 

[theodorewalker]

He did not notice her. With all honesty, actually, he almost turned away — but then the blond hair shimmered in the dim sunlight and his eyes caught that, and before he knew...well, she spoke. “A casino?” Questioned he, lips parting, brows lowering, searching for an answer in his head. There had to be one somewhere; he knew, and now he remembered. 

But instead of instantly replying his face turned slightly sour, as if trying to judge her taste in entertainment. “There’s a actually one not far from the bridge, on the Cyric’s side, though—” he stopped for a second, tilted his head ever so slightly still reluctant to paint her a mind map, “—though I am pretty sure you could easier buy drugs in there than anything else, really.” 

[genevievequeen]

“She’s the witch who almost killed by son, forgive me if I’d rather not concern myself with her name.” Gen scoffed, eyeing him curiously. If she knew her son, he would have gone after her by now. She was moreso surprised he’d waited this long. “Let me remind you that if it weren’t for Felix, I wouldn’t be standing here having this conversation. He’s a good man, albeit a bit annoying, but you should try and get along with him, Teddy.” She hummed, a small smile at the mention of her partner. 

[theodorewalker]

“She’s the witch who thought I sabotaged her whole relationship and locked her teeny tiny boyfriend up for no apparent reason, mom.” He did want to clear Lucy’s reputation eventually, bit by bit, as little as he could have done. Not for others, no, just for his mother. Just her was enough. Her words were important, her decisions were important. Simple sentences usually were absorbed by his mind quickly, but it still did not mean he would befriend her..partner? “Well,” he got stuck, swallowed and cleared his throat, “I promise not to shoot him on sight.”

[zhao-daisy-blog]

Questions| Theodore and Daisy

Daisy’s hand thudded against the table to a rhythm that didn’t make any musical sense. It was a habit one that the woman couldn’t stifle. Although they were clean now her hands still felt unclean. Still the pain that always racked her body lately was lessening. The stupid dress was off her shoulders and replaced with a t-shirt and jeans. Something she hadn’t been allowed to wear for years it seemed.  Her mind coming back into focus she looked at the young man across from her.

“You have questions I’m assuming? I’m not sure if I want to answer them, but you can try me.” 

After all she was still uncertain on how much she wanted to tell. She ran away from her past, she didn’t revel in it. The only thing she particularly wanted to do now was to see her daughter. 

@theodorewalker

[theodorewalker]

“I don’t really have much questions, if to be completely honest with you,” shrugged he, standing calmly, observing her features. They did look alike, he could see it now in the broad daylight. “It’s probably even better for me to not know, in case things go bad.” 

With hands in his pockets and a nod for her to come with he began to walk, a few extra thoughts on his mind. “Though, was meaning to ask— she shot me, and got injured exactly like that too— was that a part of your plan or just a side affect? You know I can’t go around my usual day without being paranoid about her getting the same cuts on her fingers at the least.”

[genevievequeen]

“Mhm, I thought we agreed you wouldn’t go chasing that little witch? It seems we’re both making bad decisions for our health.” She retorted, voice monotone as she took another drag of the cigarette. Truthfully, she couldn’t stop him. He was her son but she respected the decisions he made: he was old enough to make them. She’d raised him to be a good man, she only hoped he practiced what she’d taught him. 

[theodorewalker]

“Lucy, her name is Lucy,” he added with a barely visible smile. He knew well his mother was not fond of the mentioned witch, and Theo immediately decided to keep the fact that she, well, shot him with the intention to kill, a secret untold. “Besides, let me remind you that you live with a person, who is half demon, so.”

[theodorewalker]

Watching her orgasm— feeling her whole body tense up, and her muscles spasm— it was probably one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. The way her skin shimmered in the dim light of the bathroom, and how soaked he was in her.. Mesmerized, he stared at her for quite a few seconds, intoxicated and light headed, hands traveling down her body still connected to his, fingers leaving wet prints on her rib cage and torso. She was celestial, and he gladly let her take over, brown eyes following her every step, admiring her every move. 

Theo sat back on the toilet seat and bit his lower lip watching her tease him, tempt him like the serpent in Eden. Lucy was merciless, impossible, unreachable, and she wanted him. “Stop playing me like that,” it was just a whisper before she straddled him, and he sunk into her once again. Theo welcomed it, with a hot wave of air leaving his lungs it left him craving for more. “Lucy,” he breathed, his throat going dry, fingers around her hips to pull them harder, “God, fuck, Lucy.” He felt his jaw move, his lips open for a moan, a low growl near her ear. He was hers; she could have used him up, she could have eaten him alive, cut him into pieces — but the way she managed to ride him got him on the edge, heat building up in the pit of his stomach. And for that he worshiped her like the goddess she was, with his lips touching her neck, her shoulders, her breasts till his tongue was numb, one of his arms spinning around her torso tightly, and the other exploring her all over again. He wasn’t ready to let her go — he wanted to hold onto her velvety skin for longer, he wanted to burn his own name into her tongue, but this very moment he couldn’t stop saying hers like a prayer.

[theodorewalker]

It Is Wintertime

bug: hi

me: Aren't You Supposed To Be Dead.

[lucymeadowes]

LUCY MEADOWES [ MOODBOARDS ] ➸ THEODORE WALKER

[genevievequeen]

“Thanks for the light.” She mused, giving the stranger a quick grin before taking a drag of her cigarette.

[theodorewalker]

“And I thought we agreed you would quit.”

[lucymeadowes]

Lucy could hardly hear his voice, her back now pressed firmly against the wall as she focused on her breathing which was fast and shallow. “Shut up! Just shut up!” She barked, her hand firm against her shoulder. Pulling her shirt away from the wound, Lucy’s eyes widened at the sight of a bullet hole and before she knew it fire had burst up her arm, a shriek quickly escaping her lips as her fingers pressed desperately, anything to stop the pain. 

“Stop! Stop! Please stop!” Luce cried out, panting now as a flash of white covered her vision. It was magic, it had to be, but it was a magic she’d never seen before that filled her with panic. Eyes falling back to Theo, Lucy tried her hardest to focus on him as she fought the agony in her shoulder but her panic had already set in, her own magic acting on the burst of emotion as the room started to shake once more. 

[theodorewalker]

Her screaming was just like an echo from nine universes away as he tried to focus on his own, physical pain. It stopped, his head felt immediately lighter when he managed to rip the bullet out and toss it away. Theo slumped, with heavy breathing and blood coming through the cracks of his fingers, palm trying to press the wound tightly. There was so much fear surrounding her, Lucy’s body was sinking in adrenaline, so much it seemed to have reached him — his heart pounded and his jaw clenched with her begging. All he wanted was for the screaming to stop. 

“Lucy, stop!” He wasn’t worried about his own injury, it was hers that intrigued him and he wanted to help, he did, but he knew she wouldn’t let him; with her magic trying to tear everything apart, and the sick, twisted feeling in his gut, all he could do was stay still. “Let me help you, I can help you.”

[theodorewalker]

Ah, how greedy she was, how insatiable. Demanding, with her tight grip around him and her nails ripping his skin apart — he could already feel the drops of blood rolling down his back, but he did not mind, not even the slightest. He had never seen this side of Lucy before, he hadn’t even dared to dream of it, but what he saw now, in front of him, with her cheeks flushed and her mascara going to hell because of sweat emerging from her skin, was so, so much better than whatever he could imagine. 

“Lucy,” he let out a growl, completely sinking in her existence. She played him like a fiddle, and he recognized that even with his brain drowning in alcohol. Although an impulsive action and he was dragged by a very primal need, he was ready to satisfy her every whim; if she wanted him on his knees right there and then, he would have dropped without a second thought. Lucy pleaded harder, and he hit her back against the wood till it cracked, hoping it would leave her as gasping for air as the door moaned together with them. He picked up the tempo turning it into a faster, rougher one, and for every scratch that she left on him, his teeth painting her gentle skin red, capillaries popping under enough sharp pressure. Sweat was rolling from his temples down his jaw, and his hairline was soaked, but he continued, with all the strength that he had in his bones, in his muscles. His free hand fell with hers, and he understood, fingers spinning to please, to tease, to get her high enough for her to remember — Theodore knew she most likely would go back to despising every fiber of his being, and this was something he hoped she would have to think about before looking at him.