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Closed Starter- Catarina & Adrian

He flinched, stumbling back a few steps in shock. “I can not believe you just punched me. What happened to the ever so loving version of you that I once knew?” His fingers caressed the now burnt, crispy outline of her fist. “Cat, baby this was new shirt.” Adrian rolled his eyes, before taking a seat at one of the wooden bar stools. “Clearly me leaving benefited you, I mean you got all the money from the jobs and were able to retire in peace. I had to leave, that’s all I can really say about it. It was nothing that you did.” He shrugged, wincing slightly, as his fingers brushed against where she had slapped him.

“Is it not too early to be drinking?” Adrian laughed, it almost sounding like music to the ears. His eyes darted down to his watch and back up to her. “Nah, it is almost noon. I have definitely drank before noon.” His fingers wrapped around the mug, taking a swig of it before putting it on the bar counter. “This shit is better discussed while intoxicated. Ironically enough, it is a mix of mafia and magical shit. You think I do not keep tabs on what you are doing, then you are crazy.” His fingers reached out, letting Apollo sniff his hands. “And while I would love to get back up in your skirts, that is not the main goal here.” A grin spread across his face, and he winked.

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“She died.” Cat said simply. “You left her and she died.” As he took a seat, she moved behind the bar, taking up a spot on the opposite end, hopping up to sit on the bar facing him. “You can get another shirt. And I’m not your baby anymore, Adrian, you made sure of that.” She took a deep swig of her drink. “I had money beforehand. I stopped working for the angels because they didn’t pay well. Favors and magics can only get one so far. You honestly never questioned how a 19 year old orphan girl could afford an apartment on her own in Back Bay?”

She glanced down at her own watch, watching the hour hand push past midnight. "Getting a little jetlagged, Adrian?" She rolled her eyes at his wink. “I said save it- you’re not get anywhere near my thighs or what’s between them .” She glanced at her watch again. “It’s getting late. Get to the point so I can go home.” She scritched Apollo behind the ears, and the dog thumped his tail, sniffing Adrian’s hands before padding out of the main bar towards the back. Catarina beckoned Adrian to follow out back, following the dog down the small stone path down the hill.

#welcometomydeepestdarkestsecret #catarina #catarinaxadrian

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Closed Starter- Catarina & Adrian

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“Buona notte, signori, ciao.” Catarina bid the men goodnight and ushered them out of the tavern, closing the door behind them. She moved to begin cleaning up the bar, moving glasses and stacking chairs. The colder, late November air crept into the corners and through the windows, rolling down off the Alps and into the sleepy village in the foothills. It was looking like snow soon. They hadn’t had much yet this season, which some of the locals were happy about, others not so much. The town itself was quiet, but most folks minded their own business and left her to hers. No one said much if she disappeared for a few weeks, so long as someone else tended the bar. Enough hikers and skiers came through so as not to bore her to death, but it was still far away enough from everything as to be comfortable. Deer and other prey ran plentiful in the hills around, and no one really bothered looking too closely at a wolf track. She kept around a large dog as well, which helped deflect suspicion. She bent down and scritched his head as she went by. Apollo gave a BOOF and went back to sleep, his tail thumping on the floor. The door opened, filling the room with cold air and sending a bit of a shiver up Catarina’s spine. Apollo gave a low growl, but didn’t pick his head up off the floor. Catarina didn’t turn around.

“Mi dispiace, signore, ma siamo chiuso. Torna domani.” She inhaled. The scent… it was different, and yet familiar. This was no local, and no hiker. She switched into another language, much older. “Your kind is not welcome here, nephilim,” she said in Enochian. “I don’t do work for you anymore. You’d best clear out.” She turned–and stopped dead. He was older, yes, but not much so. Near-immortality had its perks. She hadn’t changed much either, physically, but she had worked hard to hide her features. On the half-angel standing before her, he looked mostly as he did a decade previously. “Adrian,” she said, in English. “You have ten seconds to tell me what you’re doing in my bar before I kill you. You better make it good.”

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Adrian had been retired from the Angel business for years now. Something about living on the road just stopped being appealing to him. For him, he had sacrificed enough for them, that he had stopped caring. But when he had gotten word of a new job, a new job that he knew involved Her, he knew that nothing was going to stop him from taking it. Even if he knew that she might murder him, after all there was a reason that they were not together anymore. Stepping up the stone path and into the quaint pub, he heard the low growl of a dog. ‘Maybe she had domesticated herself a little’ he thought to himself, slowly opening the door.

“Catarina, you are being so dramatic. You would never hurt me.” He looked up, his eyes taking in the sight of her. ‘Still a beauty’ he thought, even though he could see that the years were slowly getting to her. He grinned, hoping his charm and what they could have been would win her over. “I have a job, one that specifically requires your assistance. Thought it might be fun. Me, you, and possibly assassinating some people.”

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“Dramatic?” She crossed the room with inhuman speed. “You left, Adrian. You disappeared off the face of the fucking planet for two years without so much as a ‘see you later.’ I thought you were dead. I thought you were kidnapped to another plane of existence. I dunno what I thought.” She curled her hand into a fist, punching him in the gut. The fire burning inside her condensed into her closed hand, burning a fist-sized hole into his shirt from the sheer heat. “I would absolutely hurt you, you complete twat. I thought you gave a shit, but you just fucked me and then fucked off into the sunset, leaving me with a boatload of contracts we were supposed to do together and abandonment issues rivaling that of my fucking parents.”

She chuckled. “Well, that’s something I’ve had to get off of my chest for the last decade.” She cupped his face in her hand as he smiled at her, before bringing her hand back and slapping him full on across the face. “Save it, Adrian. Your smiles might get you laid with the other girls, but they won’t give you any favor with me.” Hearing his offer about a job, she rolled her eyes. “Do you know what I’ve been doing since you left? I don’t kill because it’s fun. I kill because I’m good at it.” She moved away from him, bending over behind the bar and pulling out a beer, popping the top off on the bar before taking a swig. “I left behind the magical world. Let the immortals duke it out with each other. I have no interest settling their petty squabbles with each other. The mafia, on the other hand,” she smiled. “They’re interesting. They pay well, there’s always jobs to do, and sometimes they leave me alone to just walk my dog, tend to my bar, and have some time. I’m not on the run from whatever vampire I was contracted to pick a fight with this time, or the demon upset I killed his son, or whatever.” She reached over the bar again, tossing him a beer. “This is Apollo, by the way. He’s more ferocious than he looks.” She put on a face. “Single woman like me all alone up in these hills, got to have protection.” She rolled her eyes. Apollo sat up and smiled one of those doggy smiles, his tongue hanging out as he glanced up at Catarina, looking about as ferocious as a guinea pig. She took another swig from her beer. “You’ve earned yourself exactly five minutes. What’s this job and why should I give a fuck? And more to the point, why me and not some other magical assassin out there? Or are you just looking to get back up my skirts?”

#catarina #welcometomydeepestdarkestsecret #catarinaxadrian #lokki

Closed Starter- Catarina & Adrian

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“Buona notte, signori, ciao.” Catarina bid the men goodnight and ushered them out of the tavern, closing the door behind them. She moved to begin cleaning up the bar, moving glasses and stacking chairs. The colder, late November air crept into the corners and through the windows, rolling down off the Alps and into the sleepy village in the foothills. It was looking like snow soon. They hadn’t had much yet this season, which some of the locals were happy about, others not so much. The town itself was quiet, but most folks minded their own business and left her to hers. No one said much if she disappeared for a few weeks, so long as someone else tended the bar. Enough hikers and skiers came through so as not to bore her to death, but it was still far away enough from everything as to be comfortable. Deer and other prey ran plentiful in the hills around, and no one really bothered looking too closely at a wolf track. She kept around a large dog as well, which helped deflect suspicion. She bent down and scritched his head as she went by. Apollo gave a BOOF and went back to sleep, his tail thumping on the floor. The door opened, filling the room with cold air and sending a bit of a shiver up Catarina’s spine. Apollo gave a low growl, but didn’t pick his head up off the floor. Catarina didn’t turn around.

“Mi dispiace, signore, ma siamo chiuso. Torna domani.” She inhaled. The scent... it was different, and yet familiar. This was no local, and no hiker. She switched into another language, much older. “Your kind is not welcome here, nephilim,” she said in Enochian. “I don’t do work for you anymore. You’d best clear out.” She turned--and stopped dead. He was older, yes, but not much so. Near-immortality had its perks. She hadn’t changed much either, physically, but she had worked hard to hide her features. On the half-angel standing before her, he looked mostly as he did a decade previously. “Adrian,” she said, in English. “You have ten seconds to tell me what you’re doing in my bar before I kill you. You better make it good.”

#welcometomydeepestdarkestsecret #lokki #catarina #catarinaxadrian

seesgood

hiya friends, let’s talk about rp burnout, because it’s a real thing and at some point i think we all experience it. ⸺ rp burnout. aka you’re tired of this place, this culture, some of the people, the way things are treated, the drama, everything really, but ( like so many of us ) you don’t necessarily want to give up and give in and stop writing because you love it. so what do you do? well lo and behold, friends, i am not an expert. but i do have some advice that i’ve found to work,

step away. it doesn’t necessarily have to be a formal “hiatus” but if you’re not here, and you’re not writing or you don’t find yourself wanting to be here, don’t be here. you don’t owe anyone replies. you don’t owe anyone anything. you owe yourself everything.

go hang out outside for a little while listen to music or a podcast and go for a walk / run.

do some of those chores around the house that you’ve been neglecting, cease the endless dash scrolling and the obsessive ‘i need to keep up with every trend and bit of news’

step back. step away. take a breather.

reconnect with what you love about your muse or rp in general. you like making blogs? make a blog, you don’t have to promo it or write on it or anything, if you just like the process of setting something up, have a space for you to do that.

be selective with your replies and your threads. is there something you like writing right now? write it. fuck the whole system. write what you want with who you want.

stop stressing about appearances and the whole ‘is what i’m doing going to irritate someone’ because you know what? it shouldn’t matter and it doesn’t matter if susie from susieland doesn’t like that you’re writing this or posting too much on the dash. it has literally zero impact on susie’s life. susie can unfollow.

this. is. a. website. it has zero power over you. it doesn’t have to have power over you. do not give it the power over you.

it’s super easy to be addicted to tumblr, believe me, i know, cuz i am. but once you take some time to ground yourself in things that you actually enjoy, and that make you feel good about yourself and the world around you, you can get back to a place where you can actually enjoy being here.

do the things that you enjoy ! because you enjoy them ! because that’s what you’re here for ! that’s what you deserve !

this is a hobby. remember that this is supposed to be a hobby.

⸺ and if you have things that you’ve found to work that you want to add, please add !

Hey is anyone still around? I’m reading through old stuff and I’m missing this blog, missing writing with folks. It’s been a long time since I’ve written... well, anything tbh. I kinda want to give it a shot again.

theonetheycalllokki

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tenebris-felidae

Lucian scoffed. “I spend time around humans, just not you.” He got up and walked over to study a scultpure Chloe kept in the corner of her bedroom, reaching out to run a finger along the face of the angel. “I didn’t feel like going after it yet. Are you complaining that I’m here to visit you?” Lucian didn’t meet Chloe’s gaze while he spoke, fearing she would begin to suspect something was up. He couldn’t allow that.

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“Clearly you don’t spend time around women,” Chloe muttered. “Also, I’m not a human, may I remind you.” She reached out a hand as he went to touch the angel, as if to stop him, then thought better of it. “That…. actually is holding a nephilim. So… just, don’t tap the wings as if you were playing Flight of the Bumblebee using the primary and secondary feathers. I really, really, really don’t feel like stopping it from killing the both of us in an annoyingly self-righteous holy cleansing fire. That would ruin my night.” She moved over to the side of the room, tapping what seemed like the wall until it swung open and she extracted a bottle of wine and two glasses. Pouring them both, she held one out to him. “1969 Hermitage La Chapelle… I may or may not have sold more than a few pieces. And my place in Jakarta. I am in no way complaining about your visits. They always turn out…. interesting.” She let the word float out there. The time they spent together certainly fit that definition, and ran the gamut from criminal enterprise, to the paranormal, to card games with the Russian mob (that one time), to more…amorous pursuits that would make EL James blush. “You kill demons with ease. What’s bothering you?” She drew in a long breath, then burst out laughing. “You’re scared! Holy shit, there’s finally something that scares you? Fuck, Lucian, what did they do, run a vacuum cleaner business?”

tenebris-felidae

Withdrawing his hand quickly, Lucian let it drop to his side, regarding the angel statue warily. “Why would you have something like that in your bedroom?” he asked, half not expecting an answer. Chloe was just like that, after all. Weird. He accepted the glass of wine, swirling it around absently as she talked. Then, he froze, staring down into his glass. “I’m not scared,” Lucian responded dully, not even bothering to acknowledge the joke Chloe had made. He sighed. Looks like the cat was out of the bag. “I’m just being realistic.”

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“Because I can’t play Flight of the Bumblebee on a piano, much less on the wings of a marble statue. I don’t know anyone else who can either. And because it’s pretty.” She sipped her wine. “Realistically,” she put emphasis on the word, “I’ve seen you take down demonic hordes without batting an eye. Generals, Knights of Hell, they don’t stand a chance. You’re practically quaking in your boots. So what the hell terrifies you?” She stood and moved across the room to him, cupping his cheek in her palm. “Or, you could drop the macho man act and just ask for my help.”

#chloe #luciansilvestris #lucian-silvestris

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tenebris-felidae

Lucian scoffed. “I spend time around humans, just not you.” He got up and walked over to study a scultpure Chloe kept in the corner of her bedroom, reaching out to run a finger along the face of the angel. “I didn’t feel like going after it yet. Are you complaining that I’m here to visit you?” Lucian didn’t meet Chloe’s gaze while he spoke, fearing she would begin to suspect something was up. He couldn’t allow that.

theonetheycalllokki

“Clearly you don’t spend time around women,” Chloe muttered. “Also, I’m not a human, may I remind you.” She reached out a hand as he went to touch the angel, as if to stop him, then thought better of it. “That.... actually is holding a nephilim. So... just, don’t tap the wings as if you were playing Flight of the Bumblebee using the primary and secondary feathers. I really, really, really don’t feel like stopping it from killing the both of us in an annoyingly self-righteous holy cleansing fire. That would ruin my night.” She moved over to the side of the room, tapping what seemed like the wall until it swung open and she extracted a bottle of wine and two glasses. Pouring them both, she held one out to him. “1969 Hermitage La Chapelle... I may or may not have sold more than a few pieces. And my place in Jakarta. I am in no way complaining about your visits. They always turn out.... interesting.” She let the word float out there. The time they spent together certainly fit that definition, and ran the gamut from criminal enterprise, to the paranormal, to card games with the Russian mob (that one time), to more...amorous pursuits that would make EL James blush. “You kill demons with ease. What’s bothering you?” She drew in a long breath, then burst out laughing. “You’re scared! Holy shit, there’s finally something that scares you? Fuck, Lucian, what did they do, run a vacuum cleaner business?”

#chloe #luciansilvestris #lucian-silvestris #cat jokes #i'll come up with some better ones

theonetheycalllokki

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tenebris-felidae

Lucian shrugged. “I’ve been busy. And my cell phone broke during my last fight with a demon. I lost your number,” he explained nonchalantly, not seeing the problem of coming to see his friend… even if by semi-rude means. “I don’t want anything except the pleasure of your company, Chloe. I’m in town for a hunt and I thought I’d drop by to see how you were doing.” What Lucian failed to mention was that the hunt he was currently pursuing was basically a suicide mission, one in which he fully didn’t intend on returning from. He was here to say his goodbyes. Lucian glared halfheartedly at Chloe as he wiped the water from his face. “Ha. Ha. Funny.”

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“A hunt.” Chloe climbed from the pool, wrapping a towel around herself. “You know, art theft is a significantly more lucrative business, and is distinctly less likely to get you killed.” She glanced up at a small statuette at the side of the room. “That piece notwithstanding.” She beckoned for Lucian to follow and made her way into her bedroom, retreating into her walk-in closet to find clothing, leaving Lucian standing in his awkward way at the side of the room. “You’re almost more morose than usual, Luc. What are you hunting down this time?” She pulled on some comfortable clothing (all black) and stepped out of the closet.

tenebris-felidae

“Perhaps, but I am satisfied doing what I do now,” Lucian replied, following Chloe when she gestured at him. He sat down on the bed when she disappeared into the walk-in closet, looking around the room with interest. “Oh, just your run-of-the-mill demon. Nothing big,” he lied, forcing his voice to stay nonchalant. He met her gaze as she came out of the closet, smiling at her choice of clothing. Typical Chloe. “Nice outfit.”

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Chloe glanced downward. Racerback tank, yoga pants. “You really need to spend more time among humans rather than demons. If I wanted nice, I’d wear one of the absurdly expensive dresses I have in that closet, with an absurdly expensive and lacy lingerie set to match, along with some top-of-the-line makeup, and jewelry I stole from the ruins of Thebes, which may or may not be enchanted.” She smirked a little. “So if it’s just a run-of-the-mill demon, you couldn’t have killed it first and then met me for drinks? There’s a great pub just down the street.” Lucian wasn’t the sentimental type. She had a feeling there was something more he wasn’t telling her.

#chloe #luciansilvestris #lucian-silvestris

theonetheycalllokki

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tenebris-felidae

Lucian shrugged. “I’ve been busy. And my cell phone broke during my last fight with a demon. I lost your number,” he explained nonchalantly, not seeing the problem of coming to see his friend… even if by semi-rude means. “I don’t want anything except the pleasure of your company, Chloe. I’m in town for a hunt and I thought I’d drop by to see how you were doing.” What Lucian failed to mention was that the hunt he was currently pursuing was basically a suicide mission, one in which he fully didn’t intend on returning from. He was here to say his goodbyes. Lucian glared halfheartedly at Chloe as he wiped the water from his face. “Ha. Ha. Funny.”

theonetheycalllokki

“A hunt.” Chloe climbed from the pool, wrapping a towel around herself. “You know, art theft is a significantly more lucrative business, and is distinctly less likely to get you killed.” She glanced up at a small statuette at the side of the room. “That piece notwithstanding.” She beckoned for Lucian to follow and made her way into her bedroom, retreating into her walk-in closet to find clothing, leaving Lucian standing in his awkward way at the side of the room. “You’re almost more morose than usual, Luc. What are you hunting down this time?” She pulled on some comfortable clothing (all black) and stepped out of the closet.

#chloe #luciansilvestris #lucian-silvestris

theonetheycalllokki

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@lucian-silvestris

The penthouse was dark, mostly. The only illumination here came from the lights in the pool, filling the windowed room with a soft, blue, flickering light. The London skyline outside offered a slightly harsher yellow light, but the woman swimming wasn’t paying attention to that. The room was quiet, the only sound her occasional breathing and her legs hitting the water. She swum back and forth across the pool with ease, finally climbing out and reaching for her towel at the edge. She stopped as she bent over, then reached underneath the towel and drew out a gun, holding out before her. She moved silently to the doorway, then sighed deeply and lowered the weapon. “Lucian. I almost shot you. Didn’t your mother teach you not to sneak up on women when they’re bathing?”

tenebris-felidae

Lucian had been sneaking around looking for Chloe when suddenly a gun appeared in his face. Smiling a little sheepishly, Lucian put his hands up. “My apologies. I was looking for you. I didn’t know you were bathing,” he replied, a blush creeping up to his cheeks as he noticed the state of undress the other was in. “S-sorry.”

theonetheycalllokki

Lucy moved back towards the pool, placed down the gun, and slipped back into the pool. “So you thought it would be a good idea to just… break in to my apartment?” She sighed. “You really know how to charm a girl.” She waved to him. “You can climb in. The water’s nice and warm.” She lay her head back on the edge of the pool. “And you can drop the blush- it’s not like you haven’t seen all of this before. Well, besides the penthouse. This one’s an upgrade. I sold a few… questionably acquired pieces for a rather nice commission a few months ago.” She swum over to the other side so that she was practically at his feet. “And you, my little lion, where have you been? And is this call business? Or pleasure?” She winked at him before letting out a laugh and letting herself float back in the water.

tenebris-felidae

Lucian followed Chloe back to the pool, just watching for a while as she floated and swam around. “No thanks. I would rather not get wet, but thank you for the offer,” he replied, eyeing the water with distaste. He sat down at the edge of the pool and looked back at her with a little chuckle. “I merely wanted to visit a friend, is that so bad? How have you been?”

theonetheycalllokki

Chloe stopped floating. “How have I been.” Her voice was flat. “You haven’t asked me about my well-being since that night in Cabo.” She smirked a little. “That was a fun night. But, regardless, I haven’t seen you in nearly... a year? More? Also, you could have just called. Friends don’t just break into each other’s London penthouses just to spend some quality time with each other. And there’s always an ulterior motive with you. So what do you want, Lucian?” She swung her arm around, sending a jet of water into his face. “See? It’s nice.”

#chloe #lucian-silvestris #luciansilvestris

theonetheycalllokki

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@lucian-silvestris

The penthouse was dark, mostly. The only illumination here came from the lights in the pool, filling the windowed room with a soft, blue, flickering light. The London skyline outside offered a slightly harsher yellow light, but the woman swimming wasn’t paying attention to that. The room was quiet, the only sound her occasional breathing and her legs hitting the water. She swum back and forth across the pool with ease, finally climbing out and reaching for her towel at the edge. She stopped as she bent over, then reached underneath the towel and drew out a gun, holding out before her. She moved silently to the doorway, then sighed deeply and lowered the weapon. “Lucian. I almost shot you. Didn’t your mother teach you not to sneak up on women when they’re bathing?”

tenebris-felidae

Lucian had been sneaking around looking for Chloe when suddenly a gun appeared in his face. Smiling a little sheepishly, Lucian put his hands up. “My apologies. I was looking for you. I didn’t know you were bathing,” he replied, a blush creeping up to his cheeks as he noticed the state of undress the other was in. “S-sorry.”

theonetheycalllokki

Lucy moved back towards the pool, placed down the gun, and slipped back into the pool. “So you thought it would be a good idea to just... break in to my apartment?” She sighed. “You really know how to charm a girl.” She waved to him. “You can climb in. The water’s nice and warm.” She lay her head back on the edge of the pool. “And you can drop the blush- it’s not like you haven’t seen all of this before. Well, besides the penthouse. This one’s an upgrade. I sold a few... questionably acquired pieces for a rather nice commission a few months ago.” She swum over to the other side so that she was practically at his feet. “And you, my little lion, where have you been? And is this call business? Or pleasure?” She winked at him before letting out a laugh and letting herself float back in the water.

#chloe #luciansilvestris #lucian-silvestris

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@lucian-silvestris

The penthouse was dark, mostly. The only illumination here came from the lights in the pool, filling the windowed room with a soft, blue, flickering light. The London skyline outside offered a slightly harsher yellow light, but the woman swimming wasn't paying attention to that. The room was quiet, the only sound her occasional breathing and her legs hitting the water. She swum back and forth across the pool with ease, finally climbing out and reaching for her towel at the edge. She stopped as she bent over, then reached underneath the towel and drew out a gun, holding out before her. She moved silently to the doorway, then sighed deeply and lowered the weapon. “Lucian. I almost shot you. Didn’t your mother teach you not to sneak up on women when they’re bathing?”

#chloe #luciansilvestris #lucian-silvestris #starter #closed starter #she's going to give him so much shit

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Dark Magic sentence starters

I received an anonymous ask requesting starters for necromancy, so I decided to expand upon that idea and create starters for dark magic in general, including necromancy. Enjoy!

“I’ve never used this spell before.” “Magic like this is forbidden, and for good reason.” “With this book of spells, we have the power to destroy everything.” “If this wasn’t dangerous, it wouldn’t be interesting.” “Have you ever wanted to bring someone back from the dead?” “I don’t care what it takes. I’m bringing them back!” “Be warned: what you’re going to see might terrify you.” “This seems… dangerous.” “One way or another, I’ll make them love me.” “You can’t just use magic to manipulate people like this!” “This isn’t right. It’s unnatural!” “This is the only true way to speak to the dead.” “If we do this spell correctly, we’ll own the world.” “Do you believe in demons?” “I’ll let you light the candles.” “This isn’t the first curse I’ve cast.” “This book of black magic is my little secret. Would you like to see?” “Be quiet or I’ll curse you next.” “They’ll regret the day they even thought to cross me.” “Nothing will hurt us if we stay inside this circle.” “They’ll be alive again, but not the same as they were before.” “No one ever said dark magic was easy.” “This spell couldn’t actually kill anyone, could it?” “The ritual begins soon. I suggest you prepare yourself.” “I’ve seen far more disturbing things than this.” “Demons don’t scare me.” “Let’s say the incantation together.” “Do you want to see something truly horrifying?” “We need a sacrifice.” “All you need to do is offer a little bit of blood. Just a tiny bit, that’s all!” “Trust me, and step into the circle.” “I’ve never felt power like this before.” “Open your eyes. It’s time for you to come back to life.” “I’ve done it. I am the master over death!” “I’m not evil. Magic isn’t evil. It’s just shades of grey.”