oh the humanity

And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most UNLIKELY places. Those who don't believe in magic will ( n e v e r ) find it. hazel delacour. kit ainsworth. finn laidlaw. waverly creed.

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vcxcd‌:

  ‘ oh , terribly sad . completely devastating … cheers ! ’ the vampire , royal at that , chins her own glass with the whining wolf’s drink , the liquid crushes at the edges before ludovica downs it in one go . ‘ you die , we die , everyone dies , so do the shades but out of boredom . ’

IT WAS HER JOB TO KNOW who was who in town. ❝ great, so all kind is doomed. glad someone else is looking as cheery as i am. ❞ she sipped her drink after the cheers. ❝ can shades even fucking die? i mean we sure haven’t killed one? or have we? ❞ she dropped her voice. ❝ i only just fucking found out about them, ❞ she feigned grumbling. she was probably more in the know about them than most. 

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  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

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SHE FOLDED HER ARMS OVER her chest and sighed. ❝ this place is really getting ready to accept defeat, isn’t it? ❞ she grumbled. she picked the whiskey back up off the bar and took a swig. ❝ don’t you think it’s sad that we can’t trust a royal family to keep us safe anymore? ❞ she’d never relied on the royal family. but that was a private opinion. ❝ what are we going to do if they can’t protect us? ❞

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what possessed you to work for the royal family?

❝ what possessed me? it’s not a haunting. i was always going to work for the royals. it’s in my blood. my father was a captain of the guards. it was only natural i take over eventually. ❞

is working for the royal family difficult?

❝ what’s easy in life is never worth anything. ❞

given the recent attacks on the guards for the royal families, do you feel you’re less safe working for the royal family?

❝ my job is about safety—but never my own. my father died in the line of work as did my sister. that’s the gig. the point is that the royal family was safe. ❞

would you consider working elsewhere in the capital?

❝ not even if they could pay me whatever i wanted. i’m doing the job i was meant to do, i don’t want to be doing anything else. ❞

do you think the royal families coming together was a mistake?

❝ no. they’ve had encounters together before. trade deals still went on while a war was happening. this was a natural conclusion. anyone who anticipated otherwise wasn’t looking at all the facts. ❞

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lily collins, she/her ♙ look it's waverly creed from conocran. did you hear? they look twenty-eight but are something around fifty-two. i’m told they work as an escort/spy. it’s said that they can be honeying & sentimental, but they’re also crafty & noncommittal. i wouldn’t want to mess with them. some say that they do like the royal family.

hey demons.... it’s a ya boi!!! back again with a newbie ( and a woof whaaaat )

this is my sweetest of baby angels except not sweet actually

let’s start with smol waverly. well, her fam was poor af. they were just some farm people from middle of nowhere conocran. had a whole ass litter of children to help with the farm, waves was not big on the farm life. she was a fairer species. when they went to a city one time, ya girl booked it. she was like five at the time but already so sick of the farm. she ran straight into a man that went by odysseus creed.

that man would go on to watch the sweet little angel that ran into him explain to authorities there that this man was her father and the woman shouting at her was some stranger and they fell perfectly for her little scheme.

impressed by her little curls, rosy cheeks and saccharine words, odysseus let her join his family. and it was better than anything waverly had ever experienced. she immediately adored her new older sister eva and knew from that moment she would never leave

that’s when yo girl got really good at what she did. gathering information. when she was young it was because no one mistrusted the sweet little girl. when she got older she got even better at playing innocent rather than just looking it. when she was nineteen, she seduced someone for the first time to get information.

not only was she good at it, she realized she kind of liked it. she was never hard or strong in the ways the warriors of the world were. but this? it required a different kind of skill.

and waves thought nothing of it for so long. she just did the jobs her father asked of her and got the information they needed. there was a couple of times things got sticky for the girl, but one way or another she got out. everything kept her life busy and exciting enough why would she want to leave?

well, flash forward to around a decade ago. waves gets a mission in the top spot babaaay. within the walls of the royal family. and while that seems right up her alley, things hit a fan when she got sweet on none other than ace de luca!!!

she stalled on getting the information she needed to put off leaving and ended up falling for ace. things came to a head when she realized her feelings were real. yikes man. her daddio was not chill with this and nor was she tbh, so she got pulled the heck outta there.

it was on and off for years like this. she would drift in and out of the house of the royals but falling again for ace and forcing herself to leave. she would always leave and feel like she finally learned how to not to fall for him. but that never worked.

eventually, she hit a breaking point and she couldn’t stand the repition and the lying, not only to ace but to herself. so she ran off into the woods ( lmao probably literally bc conocran ) and disappeared for three years.

she was off doing her own thing at the edges of the nation. and that’s when shit hit the fan in the worst way for her. she experienced some shades, in fcking person and it shook her hard. so she yeeted herself to the capital and is working for vai bc a hoe never stops hoeing.

she’s a mess, love her. she’s basically the same just not a mum anymore!!

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mcgicalxx‌:

for a princess who had trained herself on how to fight, watching the other fight interested her.  watching as the other turned, she shook her head at he other. “nope, just watching.” wearing nothing but clothes like non royals wore, some might not have recognized her, which was fine.  "sorry if i interrupted your training though.“

SHE RECOGNIZED HER IMMEDIATE mistake. it was her job to protect the royals, that meant knowing everything she needed to keep them safe. that included knowing who the other royals were. ❝ no, it’s fine, your highness. we were just wrapping up. ❞ finn flexed and clenched her fist, it was a little sore after a collision with a wall the previous night. ❝ did you need something? ❞

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how has the transition been from living in your nation to the being stuck inside the capital city?

❝ well, it certainly hasn’t been easy! ❞ he laughed. ❝ but the capital has always been a second home to the royal family. my wife and i are extremely invested in wallconvachia as well as talvechka. it’d be nice to be able to go home without worrying about our lives though. ❞

and with the sudden attack on the city, do you feel safe in that decision?

❝ there’s strength in numbers, or so i’m told. but in all seriousness, my people are here. it doesn’t matter about my safety. that’s someone else’s job. my concern is for that of my family and my people. and i’m determined to make it safe. ❞

what do you think is next for your family?

❝ that’s a fantastic question. i can’t speak for all my heirs, but i know atticus ought to get ready for a ring to join his finger. ❞ he grinned. ❝ we’re also thinking of proposing something more... radical in relation to the peace summit. but i’ve already said too much, ❞

do you think the royals have outlived their usefulness?

❝ do i think—? ❞ he laughed again. ❝ of course not, ms. copperfield. we’re not just figureheads. we make the actual decisions that affect these people. a war wasn’t winning itself. ❞ he dusted off his shoulder. ❝ i think in time’s like this it’s important to know who you can turn to, and the vampires should never worry about having someone looking out for them. ❞

and do think this peace summit is going to solve anything?

❝ anything? i mean it’s likely going to solve something. but what exactly it is going to solve is the real question. it seems more likely that we’ll be able to settle things for a time being. but i can’t speak for my fellow monarchs. ❞

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wxckedsins‌:

Of course, he was concerned, just like the entirety of their city had been moved to the edge of their seats. But Maximus didn’t feel a need to share such anxiety with the woman. Instead, he’d feign disinterest and a grave lack of concern in front of her. If nothing else, it kept things more compelling. “something along those lines.” He comments in agreement. “however, if he was a king’s guard, then perhaps it should remain the royal concern. after all, you’d think the king himself could manage to keep track of his guards.” On almost all occasions, the vampire offered an exceptional amount of respect towards his king, but now under the shadow of illusion, he found himself ample enough to make quips in Kit’s honor. “lovely, I’ll be honored.” Allowing her a moment to gather her bearings, he began to lead the way, traveling down a path lit from the street lights hovering above. Like stars in the sky, they marked their way as Maximus thought up enough suitable lies to cushion his growing story. “my maker owns a little shop closer towards the edge of the city, I work for him there.” Yes, that would work, just average enough to believable without stirring too many questions. “I came upon his request and stayed to keep him company. what about yourself?” With the lesser light casting over them, the male found himself able to properly look over the woman without being quite captivated by her locks first. She was pretty, her face heart-shaped and with strong osseins. However it was her eyes that really enticed him in, and silently, he decided he’d like to paint her. Capturing the curves of her cheeks and the bow of her flushed-colored lips with charcoal on paper. 

SHE COULDN’T TELL IF HE WAS JOKING OR IF she could genuinely hear a hint of bitterness in his voice. ❝ isn’t that what a captain’s for? ❞ she laughed. there was so much she would never understand about the royal houses. she couldn’t imagine people working directly for her—willing to die for her like that. it was a little absurd. she let herself get lost in the walk. it was a beautiful night. despite the bright city lights blotting out the stars, she could see the clear sky. she wondered what it would have been like to lie in a field somewhere and simply look up at the stars. ❝ that’s sweet of you. ❞ she smiled over at him. it was selfless to give up one’s life to keep another company. ❝ me ? oh, it’s not that interesting. I was born here. part of delacour tradition. ❞ she shrugged. ❝ all of us who don’t go to war stay and help with the inn. ❞ the lucky ones came back with severe injuries and helped with the inn then. ❝ I’ve never been much of a fighter unless you count over who gets more pudding. ❞ she laughed. she looked over at him and caught him staring back at her. her cheeks rosied and she looked away. ❝ were you born in talvechka then? ❞ it seemed redundant to ask a vampire if that’s where they were from, but maybe he’s been born in the capital and moved? she couldn’t hold back her curiosity.

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prcsperx‌:

With a tired sigh, the she-wolf leaned into the armchair and crossed her legs comfortably. “Oh you know…The usual banter and whatnot.” Alessandra could practically feel the anger radiating off the vampire that she remained silent and attentively listened as Kit spoke on. At the mention of the witches, the werewolf sat up and gave the other man a look of uncertainty. “I understand you’re upset.” she reasoned at first. “But you can’t just jump into conclusions like that. It’s strength in numbers, there shouldn’t be any division amongst the monarchs.” She was the voice of reason, more importantly she looked at the bigger picture. “There are anomalies between both victims, but Kit…” Her voice trailed off and at his offer at the drink, she would normally decline to not make that same mistake again. However, after everything—she sure as hell needed it. “Yes, thank you.” Back on the topic at hand, she looked at him with and shook her head, “It’s unfortunate that we don’t have a body, but you can’t assume such a thing until you’re sure.” 

KIT HANDED HER THE GLASS OF BRANDY and strode to the other end of the fireplace. he leaned on the back of the armchair. he took a single drink then shattered the glass in his hand. ❝ I thank you for your permission to feel the way I do, your majesty, ❞ he hissed at her. ❝ there’s no strength without trust. and I wouldn’t trust a single royal family with collecting my mail. ❞ he walked around the chair and leaned down overtop alessandra. he had a hand on each arm of the chair. he tilted his head to the side. ❝ I intend to find my guard. because no matter who’s done it, this is a personal attack. and I don’t take kindly to people coming after me. ❞ he bared his fangs at her then shoved himself off the chair. ❝ whatever peace has been created will be undone in an instant if I find out that this unknown figure isn’t responsible for my guard’s disappearance. ❞ he strode over and took a seat in the opposing armchair. ❝ so long as that is clear, I don’t have anything else I need to add before we get started. ❞ he lifted his eyebrows. ❝ you? ❞

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prcsperx‌:

“Suit yourself.” Alessandra continued sitting and waiting for Waverly to make her case. “Ah well, instead of phrasing it like that Waverly you should have gone straight to the point.” The she-wolf leans back into her chair and gave a tired expression as she shook her head. “Offend me all you want, I face enough critics on the daily and I’m well aware that I can’t please anyone.” She then gave a knowing look at the young woman as she should have expected her next words. “So now you want in on their lives? Last time I checked you’ve ran off how many times? At this rate it’s too many to count for someone who considers themselves a mother. You’re not consistent, let alone a woman who can own up to her doings. Thus, their engagement is none of your concerns.” 

THE YOUNGER WOLF CROSSED HER ARMS and glared at the queen. she remembered vividly in that moment why she’d wanted to run away the first time. ❝ you’re right, next time i’ll skip the pleasantries and just call it like i see it. ❞ she likely would have told off the woman if it wouldn’t have been treason. although it was likely she was building to it anyway. ❝ you should attempt to please someone otherwise what the hell are you doing as a fucking queen? being a figurehead? ❞ she bit out. waverly rolled her eyes. ❝ i wasn’t aware two was beyond your counting abilities. ❞ although she’d technically left three times, the second time she left she’d thought coming back would be a frequent thing. but it hurt too much to be in and out of their lives. she’d thought to better just to leave altogether. ❝ besides, what do you know about being a mother? ❞ she growled. ❝ if it affects my children, it’s my goddamn concern, alessandra. i’m not going anywhere this time. ❞

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prcsperx‌:

Talk about bad timing. With the monarchs’ current situation, it seemed to have rocked the boat amongst themselves. She could feel it in her bones that the next few days, weeks, hell even months to come wouldn’t be so easy for them. Not unless they’re able to work together, but Alessandra doubts that. Tensions are high and everyone was stressed out of their mind. Striding into Kit’s bureau, the she-wolf greeted him with a nod and remained civil as she took a seat by the fireplace. “It’s moments like this where I wished it were different circumstances for our meeting.” she admitted out loud. Her expression faltered as she locked her gaze on his and declared, “Yes, it seems like we both lost one of our own—except yours still seems to have hope as a body wasn’t found correct?” 

IF ONLY TO MAINTAIN SOME SEMBLANCE of normality, he smirked. ❝ and what circumstance would you have prefered? ❞ it was light teasing, but it hardly distracted him for long. he was too angry to be distracted. his teeth grit together. ❝ correct. which also means there is no evidence as to what happened to them. you can very clearly blame whatever this new enemy is as well as the foolishness of the witches. ❞ kit certainly did. they were close to summerwyn, that’s where the things must have come from. ❝ i do not have a guarantee that this is not a personal attack on my people. it doesn’t seem like whatever it was is concerned with leaving bodies. so why would it take a captive? ❞ he reached over the wolf and grabbed a decanter on the mantle. ❝ brandy? ❞ he offered before pouring himself a glass.

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ofregalisms‌:

EARBUDS IN, BLAYZE IS IN HER OWN WORLD AS SHE TRAINS. She’s aware of the hunter guard(s) in the gym and she can’t help exchange glances every now and then at the group. The witch drops the weight she’d been holding, un-bothered about the fact that it’d cause some heads to turn. ❝Trust me, if I had some shit to say I would’ve said it by now. ❞  The assassin snaps, ❝ I’m not one of your guards, I don’t take orders from you. ❞

IN HINDSIGHT, SHE PROBABLY WOULDN’T have attempted to provoke the woman if she’d noticed who it was first. finn did have a habit of snapping before looking. ❝ i could think about a time when you wouldn’t have said something like that, ❞ she muttered dryly. ❝ sorry, ❞ it was forced, but she meant it. ❝ i didn’t mean to order you around, ignatious. ❞ she looked the woman up and down. she only looked like she’d gotten better. and she barely looked like she’d aged. ❝ looking good. it’s been a while. ❞

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maximusblackwood‌:

It seemed without proper explanation, most would remain both mundane and naive in their thinking. This woman, with her flaming scarlet hair, was no exception. “live a few centuries, and try again.” Pause. “there is a reason our greats call for a war every few decades.” Lifting his shoulder in a light shrug, he passed his statements off without regret. Some refused to evaluate sincerely, Maximus just knew there was no other way. “well, am I the vampire that is missing?” It was a ridiculous inquiry, one that was sure to fill her head with the promise of his nature. But yet he called for it anyways as a smile ghosted across his lips. “because I see no reason to worry about the whereabouts otherwise.” However, her next words caught him off guard, the ghost of a smile turning physical as he stared down at her. “hazel delacour.” The vampire returns, testing her name upon his lips. It was notable, almost floral in its pronunciation and Maximus decided he enjoyed it. “i’m scott caste, I help out just down the road.” His lie came out perfectly, without an edge of uncertainty as he bowed his head politely. Though he was sure not to name a place, considering he wasn’t aware what existed down the street.  “it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Always had he wondered it was like to meet someone without a title, just a fundamental life shared by others like himself without expectation–and well here seemed his chance. “I was actually considering a walk, would you care to join me, hazel delacour?”

IT SEEMED LIKE SUCH A WASTE OF TIME and people. she was probably biased. she didn’t know what they were even fighting for anymore, she just knew she was losing family members. she paused. ❝ so you’re a vampire? and clearly not from the capital. ❞ she smiled. it was rare to find anyone living in the city who was pro-war. then again, with everyone flooding the city, it probably wasn’t as rare anymore. her lips parted in surprise, a confused chuckle escaping. ❝ i mean, i don’t think that’s how it works. it says here it was the vampire king’s guard. that seems like someone that wouldn’t just be wandering the streets unconcerned. ❞ despite her hair behind braided, there were a few loose strands framing her face. she tucked some of it behind her ear. ❝ scott, the pleasure’s all mine. ❞ she nodded. she looked over at the inn. it wasn’t like she needed to go back right that moment. ❝ sure. you know what, i’d like that a lot. ❞ she stood and waited for him to lead the way. ❝ so, scott, what do you do? ❞ he had a stifled air that reminded her of river. maybe it was war, or maybe it was time. being tucked safely away in the capital at least meant hazel had been safe from the front lines. she’d never seen the blood of war up close. she couldn’t imagine that made a person rosier. ❝ and how did you end up in wallconvachia? ❞

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maximusblackwood‌:

“don’t you think if there was a break, people might start to grow bored?” A brow raised then as he spoke, almost appearing as if he cared for her answer. However, that facade was soon fallen as he sighed, the sound emerging past his lips in a dejected echo. “look, darling, the lot of us have managed through centuries worth of creepy shadow thingies…” He paused, allowing the other pick up on his lack of concern. “so I’m sure given time, this like everything else will be dismissed.” And though he spoke of reassurance, internally he wasn’t so sure. This was different, there wasn’t a doubt about it. But he hadn’t the right to be worried, not when so many gazes were locked on the royals and their reactions. “remind me of your name?”

SHE COULDN’T DO ANYTHING EXCEPT BLINK in response at first. she thought it might be a joke, but alas. ❝ or happy? i don’t think boredom is the only option without fighting. ❞ she bit down her lip. she hadn’t even been around for three decades, he was probably right. the amber realms had survived for millennia, why would this be any different? still, she didn’t have a good feeling about it. ❝ right, but this doesn’t freak you out at all? i mean a vampire is missing and a werewolf is dead. plus it must have gotten passed all the witch guards. that makes it kind of impressive. ❞ she felt a little rush of heat rise on her cheeks. she’d gotten so distracted just talking she hadn’t stopped to think of who she was talking to. ❝ oh! i’m so sorry. i’m hazel. delacour. i help run the peacemaker inn over there. ❞ she pointed to the building down the street. ❝ i can’t believe i didn’t even ask your name, either. ❞

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ofregalisms‌:

HE HAS NOTHING AND NO ONE TO LOSE, so he doesn’t understand why hearing her say that they were ‘cursed’ hit him the way it did. He had Mari who’d been like a sister to him but she’d be okay, but Waverly had two daughters. Letting go of her arm, he stands up despite feeling a little weak in the knees. ❝ How long do we have? I mean–❞  The heels of his palms dig into his closed eyes as if willing himself to wake up from a dream. ❝ I don’t know shit about them.. The vampires must know more they’ve been around the longest. ❞  He’s rambling and unsure if its the panic or denial settling in ; probably both. Never in the many years he’d known Waverly had he ever seen her breakdown, angered sure, but crying? She was afraid and he should be too.

WAVERLY COULDN’T FIND THE WORDS. nothing left her mouth except her muffled & broken sobs. she had to force herself back to the present. her arm still stung, but it would heal eventually. at least she hoped it would. she crawled over to the wall and sat herself up. ❝ nothing good is going to come from this... ❞ she looked down at her arm. ❝ from us. ❞ she pulled her knees up and tucked her chin in. ❝ i don’t think anyone’s survived long enough to keep any kind of record. ❞ she’d seen an entire town decimated. there was no proof except the bodies. that’s when she saw it. a little further down the hall, where the shade had attacked them from. it looked like an arm. ❝ oh luna, ace. ❞ she pointed toward the arm. she no longer could think about crying. she was stumbling back into the numbness of shock. feebly, she joined him standing. she let most of her weight fall onto the wall, supported by her good arm. ❝ hello? are you okay? ❞ she called out.

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maximusblackwood‌:

Teeth met in a grind as his gaze heeded the voice, dark hues marching down her figure. Her locks stood out like brilliant sparks in the night, urging the vampire to squint in response, his nose wrinkling up violently. “apparently not, but apparently so…” He muttered, drawing his eyes from the woman. “seems we’re all surprised now.”

SHE WAS IN SHOCK THAT SOMETHING so terrible could be happening in the capital. especially when it seemed like the war was finally coming to a close. ❝ yeah, no kidding. ❞ she sighed. ❝ the realms can’t seem to catch a break, can they? ❞ she almost wanted to laugh. if it’d been a movie, everything would be turning back around for them soon. but this was real. and terrifying. ❝ so now we have creepy shadow monster thingies to worry about on top of trying to keep people from war? ❞

[violcnts-blog]

@ofregalisms​ ·ﾟ✧ KIT && SATINE

HE TORE ALL THE OBJECTS OFF HIS DESK. pens, notebooks, bottles, even a globe went tumbling to the floor. the thumps & shatters filled the room with a cacophony of anger only momentarily equivalent with the rage bubbling in the king. he refused to sleep in the penthouse of the crimson with everything going on. nowhere except harthall felt safeguarded enough—even then. he spun around to yell at the person entering his office. he stopped just short of throwing the letter opener when he realized it was his wife. he flung the silver artefact at the wall, digging deep into the spine of a book. ❝ i told you i wasn’t to be disturbed, ❞ he growled at her. he’d been angry many times before in front of her. but this was different. ❝ leave, satine. now. ❞