fallen

wicek leskov necromancer 420 years old claimed by matthew alexander

[wicek-leskov]

hell-fyres​:

horizons | wicek & matthew

Matthew revealed himself once he heard Wicek’s voice and saw the tell-tale signs of the vampires being frozen in place. The necromancer had always been able to find him no matter where he was and it was because, as Wicek had put it, he was so attuned to his blood.

“Wicek…” the fallen angel replied, not quite smiling given the tense situation they were in. He lifted his hands as the earth beneath the vampires feet parted to swallow them down and bury them in the ground. “You’re quite right,” he said after breathing a sigh of relief. Stepping over the vampires, Matthew reached out for Wicek’s wrist and proceeded to drag them both away from there.

“Home first,” he said and opened a portal enough for the two of them to step through. It brought them into the living room of the home they had built together over the last few decades. Matthew enveloped Wicek into a tight hug once the portal closed behind them, certain that the wards around the house would hold up at least for awhile, and the moment he did, he felt a rush of relief flow through him as he pressed his face against the necromancer’s neck.

-

The most important thing was Matthew right now. He didn’t think he could save the council or the others in the castle but they could get out there and be safe. Together they could handle any vampire and it was proven when the ground opened up to drag the vampires beneath it. He easily took the fallen angel’s hand now that he didn’t have to focus on his magic. “Home,” he agreed, stepping through the portal behind him. 

The familiar room was a huge comfort to him now, it was safe and so long as the wards stayed in tact, they would be okay for now. His arms wrapped around the fallen angel’s frame, his head dropping onto Matthew’s shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief. The last hour had been more stress than he’d felt in years and he was so grateful that Matthew was okay. “Thank god, your safe. I was worried,” he murmured softly. His hand came up to cup the back of the man’s head, holding him for a long moment. 

Pulling back, he cupped his cheeks and looked him over. It was hard to hurt the fallen angel but he was still fearful of it happening. “We should really get away from here. We can come back when things simmer down but I’m expecting the vampire’s are going to want my head on a spike.” He didn’t want to pull Matthew away from the home he shared with Elio but they couldn’t stay. People knew where they lived and they would exchange that information for safety.

[riepu10]

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[wicek-leskov]

taryn-bannon​:

Every once in a while, Taryn could remember things. Things that were repressed or had been lost when he first woke up. It was the middle of the night and the other woke up in a cold sweat. Instead of making much noise, he found himself quietly pacing through the undercroft. He settled himself into a common room, running a hand through his hair with eyes closed while the memory of a woman grabbing his shirt front, shaking him, appeared vividly. ‘You need to go. You need to run.’ Hearing footsteps approach, eyes opened. “Sorry…. Trying to tire myself out. Enough to sleep or…. thereabouts.”

@krovscastlestarters​

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Wicek didn’t normally find himself in the Undercroft. Even when he was a vampire, he tried to avoid the place because of was miserable to him. He had been grabbed by a master and asked to deliver a note. After handing it off to the guards by the door, he noticed someone pacing back and forth with a frustrated look on her face. He wasn’t sure what was going on in the slaves mind but he could guess. “I have the opposite issue, I could sleep all day,” he replied with a small smile. Whether it was anxiety or just too many thoughts on the mind, it was something that Wicek could relate too. Mostly he slept through everything if it was possible. “Maybe they can get you some tea or something to soothe youre mind.”

[wicek-leskov]

hell-fyres​:

the talk | elio, wicek & matthew

wicek-leskov​:

Wicek had spent the days following that kiss just locked away in the suite, trying to ignore the flurry of thoughts and feelings he didn’t need another spell to make things worse. Plus he knew Matthew would not return, not when it would mean talking about what was going on. Neither of them were good at this. Wicek thought he had been better at it when he was a vampire still but as a witch, his desire for honesty had faded. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure he could handle the emotions that would come with the truth.

When he finally did venture out, he had been hit with a spell that shrunk him two feet, giving him a new perspective on the world from this height. Just another thing to make him hate everything that was going on. Given that he had not seen either man since the incident so he was surprised when he received a message to meet Elio and his master at the bank. It felt like getting called into the principal’s office and Wicek took his time getting there, planning on using his shorter legs as an excuse.

Stepping inside the bank, a stern looking woman gave him a curious look before pointing him towards Elio’s door. He had been in his office once or twice before when he was still a vampire so he knew where to go. Stopping by the door, he knocked, waiting for a few moments before stepping inside. The sight was quite ridiculous between a tiny ifrit and a furry fallen angel. He knew he just added to the ridiculousness with his small stature and he chuckled nervously. He cleared his throat, not wanting to draw attention to how stupid they all must look.

“You asked for me to come here?” he asked, looking to the pixie sized Elio.

Matthew saw the tiny version of his lover as Elio stepped out from behind his computer screen and he had his decades of keeping his own reactions in check to thank for the way he managed to keep a mostly straight face. His feline ears, on the other hand, had perked up in clear interest and he nodded to Elio’s question, not quite trusting himself to speak just yet.

Elio looked positively adorable. But Matthew had a feeling that it was not the time for any fawning over the ifrit’s stature. His hand balled into a fist just as the door opened and Wicek entered. The necromancer was about four feet high and Matthew’s fist clenched even harder as he tried to contain himself.

He quickly turned and took a seat at Elio’s desk and looked away from them both in an attempt at hide his mirth as his feline tail swished back and forth.

———————-

“Shut the door and then take a seat,” Elio instructed, motioning to the chairs before his desk where Matthew already sat. “I can see we’re all still putting up with the effects of the week,” he added, deciding to address the elephant in the room. “I presume appearances are the only thing impacted?“ He gave a moment’s pause before continuing. “If so, I think it’s high time we address what happened a few weeks ago…. And what will inevitably happen.”

[wicek-leskov]

elio-del-vecchio​:

hell-fyres​:

the talk | elio, wicek & matthew​

The more time passed the more Matthew found that he was hating this week. This feeling had been growing ever since that incident with Elio and Wicek where his greed had him pushing his lover’s boundaries a little too much. Elio had not spoken to him since and Matthew hated the feeling that had been building in his chest. He had been met with a ward that repelled him when he tried returning to Elio’s home after the spell wore off. The fact that the ifrit decided to set it up again had hurt more than he cared to admit.

Matthew decided to give Elio another day to come to his senses after that, but when the ward was not taken down, he started fretting. Each time he tried to meet with the ifrit elsewhere was also met with his frustrating secretary who refused to pencil him in. As if Matthew needed to schedule a meeting with his lover. It both frustrated and saddened him and Matthew really did not need either of those emotions piled onto his plate.

The day he was hit with a spell that rendered him cat-like was the day Elio finally reached out with a message telling him to request a meeting if he wished and to bring Wicek along. Matthew could only frown at the messenger, his feline ears flicking in annoyance before he waved him away and sent Wicek a message to meet him and Elio at the bank in the village at a stipulated time.

He was the first to arrive since he was already staying at his own place in the village these last few days, preferring to give Wicek some space as well. No, he was not avoiding the man. Or was he? That secretary saw him and let him into the office, eyes darting to the cat ears and tail Matthew was sporting but saying nothing of it in the face of the fallen angel’s withering glare. He entered the office  and shut the door behind him, but the office was empty.

“Elio?” he called out, a furrow appearing between his brows as he looked around. That secretary said he was in here…

next: @elio-del-vecchio​ then @wicek-leskov​

Elio finished up typing when he heard his office door open, the act difficult considering his current stature. He was the size of a pixie— small enough to fit in one’s palm thanks to magic. Staying in his ifrit form had become essential to any dignity, clothing not fitting and the horns giving him an extra few inches at very least.

He walked off his keypad, form appearing visible to Matthew’s finally. The ifrit halted as if his own form wasn’t startling, shocked when he saw Matthew. His eyes widened for a moment before he composed himself. Had he not been at odds with Matthew, he would have been sorely tempted to comment. The feline like features were adorable, even if he had no doubt the spell perturbed his love.

“Wicek is on his way, I presume…?“ he hoped, at least. Otherwise the conversation certainly wouldn’t go as he hoped. His voice was slightly higher pitched as he spoke- just barely, but noticeable due to his size.

@wicek-leskov

Wicek had spent the days following that kiss just locked away in the suite, trying to ignore the flurry of thoughts and feelings he didn't need another spell to make things worse. Plus he knew Matthew would not return, not when it would mean talking about what was going on. Neither of them were good at this. Wicek thought he had been better at it when he was a vampire still but as a witch, his desire for honesty had faded. Truthfully, he wasn't sure he could handle the emotions that would come with the truth.

When he finally did venture out, he had been hit with a spell that shrunk him two feet, giving him a new perspective on the world from this height. Just another thing to make him hate everything that was going on. Given that he had not seen either man since the incident so he was surprised when he received a message to meet Elio and his master at the bank. It felt like getting called into the principal's office and Wicek took his time getting there, planning on using his shorter legs as an excuse.

Stepping inside the bank, a stern looking woman gave him a curious look before pointing him towards Elio's door. He had been in his office once or twice before when he was still a vampire so he knew where to go. Stopping by the door, he knocked, waiting for a few moments before stepping inside. The sight was quite ridiculous between a tiny ifrit and a furry fallen angel. He knew he just added to the ridiculousness with his small stature and he chuckled nervously. He cleared his throat, not wanting to draw attention to how stupid they all must look.

“You asked for me to come here?” he asked, looking to the pixie sized Elio.

next: @hell-fyres

[wicek-leskov]

mannythejaguar​:

“…Ah.” Manny had started holding up a finger until he realized from hearing the other’s thoughts just who this lovely woman was. He quickly dropped his hand back at his side. “We’re still on the killing thing from, like, two years ago?” he asked, not all bothering to keep that quiet. The charming spell seemed to kick into overdrive, trumping any form of logic that he ought to continue pursuing Wicek until he considered the game truly over. “Come on now, it was in the middle of a war. And karma got me on your behalf,” he said, taking a few steps closer to the necromancer, bright eyes drifting over his lovely feminine form. “Why not let bygones be bygones? Besides, remember all the fun we’ve had over the past years during this event?” 

-

Wicek frowned, disappointed that this form didn’t give her some anonymity when it came to him. To be fair, in two years, a lot of things had changed and somehow Wicek was still alive and kicking despite the death at Manny’s hand and another transformation because of his own sire. “I suppose there are people out there that I hate more than you these days,” she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. While she didn’t know what kind of karma had come to bite him in the ass, she could understand how possible it was. Tilting her head to the side, she tried to recall a time when they had ‘fun’ as he called it. “And what kind of fun have we had in the past?”

[barrywakefield]

Abhorrence

"Who said that you could speak to me?" Barry sneered at the other man. The usually more kind-hearted and mild-mannered spirit had suddenly found himself overcome with loathing for the face in front of him and wanted nothing to do with him.

[wicek-leskov]

“Barry?” he repeated. He saw the man’s normal demeanour fade into something darker, almost like he could feel the change. The spirit’s tone surprised him and he instinctively took a step forward. Normally he would try and pull away from this kind of situation but it was Barry. “Are you okay?” he asked, reaching for the man’s hand. He liked to think that he would be able to tell what was wrong if they were touching. 

[hell-fyres]

hell-fyres​:

perfectly insane | elio, wicek & matthew​

@elio-del-vecchio​

Elio deepened the kiss without thought, hardly noticing when Matthew joined them shortly after. His eyes widened for a moment in surprise at Matthew’s words, feeling a mixture of guilt for kissing Wicek— and possessiveness seeing Matthew slip into his spot and  do just the same. He couldn’t explain what drove his actions. Still, the urge had yet to dissipate. 

“I wasn’t aware this was a party,” he grumbled softly, giving Matthew a moment with Wicek as he moved to sandwich Matthew between their bodies before seeking out another moment with Wicek himself.

———————

@wicek-leskov​

It was barely a kiss until Elio was deepening it. Wicek felt all thoughts leave his kind as he leaned into it, his hands resting against the ifrit’s chest. While he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t seem to stop himself until he heard his master’s voice. The necromancer looked wide eyed between the pair, knowing he should apologise. Matthew wasn’t his, he knew this from the glimpse of the future that Elio was who his master loved. 

Before he could question it, Matthew had pushed his way forward to kiss him as well. After longing for it for months, he felt complete now they had shared this kiss. While he was acutely aware that Elio was still there and the hand on Matthew’s waist slipped to Elio as they shared another kiss. He didn’t know how he ended up in the middle of this but the urge to kiss them more still lingered so Wicek would not fight it. 

———————

@hell-fyres​

The feeling of kissing Wicek again after so long was indescribable and Matthew moaned into it. Ever since those memories of a certain future entered his mind, there had been a strange mix of emotions jumbled up inside him over what Wicek meant to him in that time, as well as how Elio had urged him to be happy with him. The same Elio who was currently pressed up behind him and leaning over his shoulder to kiss Wicek again.

Seeing the two men being so intimate had him biting down on his lower lip to stifle a needy moan. He wanted to urge them on, but the spell that had been cast over him wanted more of Wicek as well. “So we’re all okay with this?” Matthew managed to ask because someone had to. It seemed rhetorical given how he and Elio were both trying to devour the necromancer’s face, but it did not mean that he did not remember what he promised his lover.

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[wicek-leskov]

barrywakefield​:

angel | barry & wicek​

“I wouldn’t mind a bit of role play…” Barry chuckled before he shushed Wicek’s self-deprecating words with a kiss, not wanting to hear such things from the other man because he knew in his heart that Wicek deserved so much more.

He blinked at his old master when he suggested getting on his knees, mind going to a place that had his face heating up. “Oh, you mean…” Barry blinked, eyes darting down for a moment before he drew them back up. “Are you suggesting what I think you mean?”

-

“I guess you’d be better suited to a nun outfit like this... it will bring me back to going to church,” he chuckled. Barry never allowed him to dwell too much in his thoughts, something he appreciated and he met his lips with a soft hum. If someone as good and kind as the spirit thought he was worth something, he could accept it. Even if it was hard some days. 

His hand ran down the length of her back, smiling at the pink tint to her cheeks. “I had meant prayer,” he teased, lifting a hand to cup her cheek. “But I’d be happy to beg for forgiveness that way too.” It sounded more fun, and likely easier on his knees if he was doing something for Barry’s pleasure. 

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[wicek-leskov]

mannythejaguar​:

Magic Anon Effects: Charmingly Flirtatious + Power Bestowal (Telepathy)

Feeling pretty confident, Manny left Kris’ suite in search for some company. Apparently the spells he’d been hit with not only struck him in a particular mood but he soon discovered that he was hearing a lot more than normal. Took him a moment and an awkward encounter to figure out those extra sounds were the private thoughts of others nearby him. Actually wasn’t a bad spell, in his view. And he figured he could use it to his advantage, sort of almost like that one movie What Women Want. 

Taking advantage of the lovely spring day, he sat outside, watching people pass by until he finally caught someone he deemed an acceptable target. “Hey there,” he greeted the other as he approached, smiling warmly. “Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?” 

@krovscastlestarters​

-

After the awkward tensions left between his master and Elio, Wicek had tried to steer clear of them both but it didn’t leave many options. She couldn’t spend all his days at Barry’s apartment, even if she wished too. Instead, she took to the gardens today, enjoying the slight hint of warmth starting to defrost the cold Russian mountains. They were a long way away from summer but this was weather Wicek was accustomed too. 

She was distracted looking up at the small sliver of blue sky when a familiar voice caught her attention. “You can walk by and keep on walking,” she replied, motioning for him to do so. While Wicek tried not to hold onto grudges, having his throat ripped out and his subsequent death felt like something to hold a grudge about. Although, she reasoned that Manny not realise that when she looked like this and wasn’t in her regular body. “I’m sure there’s someone else you could waste your time on.”

[wicek-leskov]

Wicek’s Spring Mischief Magic Anon List 2022

Rule #63: Muse has found themselves in the body of the opposite sex. Effect lasts for 72 hours. (Carla Gugino)

Deliriously Drunk: Muse becomes excessively drunk for a specified amount of time, acting oddly and hallucinating occasionally. Muse may react to drunkenness however they please. Effect lasts for 24 hours.

Perfect Insanity: Muse will be on a quest to make out with the one person they know they shouldn’t. Anon can decide who that person is or leave it up to mun. Effect lasts for 24 hours.

Roleplay: Muse is now dressed in a sexy costume or outfit (French maid, sexy nurse, sexy cop, superhero, etc.) of anon’s choice and can’t remove it. The longer they are dressed that way the more they take on the persona of what they are dressed as. Effect lasts for 24 hours. (Sexy Angel) 

Freaky Friday: Muse has found themselves swapping bodies with another character (both muns must agree to this FC swap). Effect lasts for 48 hours. (Elio Del Vecchio)

Body Mod: Muse has a specific physical trait changed, added, or removed by anon’s choice (eye color, height, scars, hair length or color, size, etc.). Anon can request anything as minor or as weird as they like. Effect lasts for 48 hours. (4 feet tall)

The Telepath: Muse is able to hear the surface thoughts of everyone within a few feet around them (unless others have the capacity for a mental shield). Lack of experience and overuse of this ability may cause headaches or migraines. Ineffective on those who are already telepathic species. Effect lasts for 24 hours.

Light and Dark: (Only affects faeries, fallen angels, poltergeists, necromancers, kresniks, strigoi, ghouls, and liches). Muses possessing the element of light magic will now harness shadow magic and vice versa. Magic wielders who use dark magic now become white magic users and white magic users become dark magic users. Characters can control their opposite element exactly like they would their original. Spell does not affect a character’s personality, only their powers. Effect lasts for 72 hours.

Dangers of Magic: Muse is having one of the anon-specified issues with their magical abilities:  3) Underpowered – Muse’s energy has been drained significantly and even the tiniest uses of their powers may result in them feeling the effects of overuse (headaches/migraines, nosebleeds, extreme fatigue, and fainting). Effect lasts for 72 hours.

[wicek-leskov]

ciscodeluca​:

The word master hung in the air as the other said it so casually, Cisco noticed how the guard seemed to straighten up at the mention of a “master”, causing Cisco to lean into whatever the other was saying. He would go anywhere with the other as long as it meant not going back to the undercroft so soon. 

“Yes, I wondered who had wanted my time today. I would be honored to go with you.” said Cisco practically forcing those words to come out of his mouth. He didn’t want any kind of punishment this place had to offer, that was the truth. He looked to the other as the guard moved away, seemingly taken what they said at face value. “thank you, for helping me.” 

-

It didn’t matter if her master was a staff member, the guards would likely not know all the details when she was in this body and not her own. Wicek hoped the guard wouldn’t ask too many questions and, when the other slave agreed quickly she was able to steal him away. The guard shooed them off and with a small smile, Wicek linked arms with the slave and began leading them off.

“It’s no problem but we better get a move on before they change their mind,” she chuckled. Having been in that situation before and was very grateful for the help of someone who could help her escape the undercroft. “My master is the chief of staff and not a vampire,” he explained.

[wicek-leskov]

Freaky Friday (Elio)

"Just my luck..."

@elio-del-vecchio​

[wicek-leskov]

Body Mod (4” tall)

"I swear that all the furniture has gotten bigger," the necromancer mused, glancing around the room. It wasn't until he wandered past a mirror that he noticed how much he had shrunk in height.

"Well fuck me, I guess..."

[wicek-leskov]

Light and Dark

She felt a shiver of magic drag through her as a spell hit. Instead of waiting to find out what monstrous spell had happened, she tried to test things to figure out what it was. After being underpowered, she decided to start there, wondering if her magic was back to normal.

The magic that came from her finger tips didn't corrupt or rot, it was light. To the necromancer, it felt like he could give life in a more permanent way, like he could grow and create life instead of playing with death. She laughed softly, letting the magic slip out around her fingertips. It was so unfamiliar but it gave her a lighter feeling. Wicek had never minded the dark parts of him but this felt like magic that would help and heal instead of hurt.

[krovscastleevents]

Spring Magic Anons – Part II

Please reblog these lists of anons in order to participate in the event. For players with multiple characters, please only reblog these posts ONCE on your main character account and tag your other participating character accounts in the caption below in an effort to avoid spamming the dash with the M!A lists being reblogged.

These can also be combined with other magic anons from Part I.

Broken Glamour: Oh no! Does your muse have a glamour hiding their true form? Not any more! Any glamour hiding the truly monstrous appearance hiding underneath that pretty mask is now broken with no way to be fixed until the spell is over. Effect lasts for 72 hours. 

Freaky Friday: Muse has found themselves swapping bodies with another character (both muns must agree to this FC swap). Effect lasts for 48 hours.

Red Scars: The scars on the muse’s body suddenly open again, bleeding just as heavily as when they got them. Whether or not they are just as deep/just as fatal as when they got them is up to the mun. Effect lasts for 24 hours.

Body Mod: Muse has a specific physical trait changed, added, or removed by anon’s choice (eye color, height, scars, hair length or color, size, etc.). Anon can request anything as minor or as weird as they like. Effect lasts for 48 hours. 

Gemini: Muse will split into two versions of themselves, the “positive” or “good” and “negative” or “bad” sides of their existing personality traits. Effect lasts for 72 hours.

Love’s Keen Sting: Muse becomes obsessively jealous of a person of the anon’s choosing, believing them to be a romantic rival. Effect lasts 24 hours.  

Kinky Boots: Muse is now dressed in some sort of fetish wear (crossdressing, bondage gear, chastity devices, body harnesses, anything leather or latex or other material, etc.) either at the anon’s specification or left to the mun’s choosing and can’t remove it. The longer they are dressed this way the more aroused they might feel. Effect lasts for 72 hours. 

The Telepath: Muse is able to hear the surface thoughts of everyone within a few feet around them (unless others have the capacity for a mental shield). Lack of experience and overuse of this ability may cause headaches or migraines. Ineffective on those who are already telepathic species. Effect lasts for 24 hours.

Flesh: Muse is horny and wants to have rough sex (being thrown/throwing their partner against a wall, biting, scratching, etc.). May need repeated rounds until feeling satisfied. Effect lasts for 48 hours. 

Light and Dark: (Only affects faeries, fallen angels, poltergeists, necromancers, kresniks, strigoi, ghouls, and liches). Muses possessing the element of light magic will now harness shadow magic and vice versa. Magic wielders who use dark magic now become white magic users and white magic users become dark magic users. Characters can control their opposite element exactly like they would their original. Spell does not affect a character’s personality, only their powers. Effect lasts for 72 hours. 

Timeline Fault: Someone broke the timeline! Muse is temporarily replaced by a version of themself from a different timeline or universe. Mun can choose to bring in a version of their character from either our Second War or Tomorrow War events (if character was around to participate) or a completely different version of their same character that they’ve played (or haven’t yet) in another RP or AU setting. Muse will have no knowledge or recollection of their other self at the end of the spell. NOTE: If players had a different FC approved by admins for either the past or future events or for the Rule 63 anon, they are allowed to reuse them with this spell. Any new FC changes under this will need to be approved by the main before going public. Players are allowed to go wild with this anon, their Timeline Fault character can be any gender/sex, any species, any alternate background, and be from any other universe a player’s written them in. No matter what they are or if they might have any superpower or supernatural abilities, please keep in mind they will be unable to leave the castle due to the magic surrounding it. Effect lasts for 48 hours.

[wicek-leskov]

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