The Name Markell

An old and ancient race, one of trouble and confusion. The Markell brothers were born in a time of early age and scandal; as if that weren't enough they were all Incubi, destined to feed of the sexual pleasure of their romantic convoys. Troubled times and destiny has brought them through everything to this day, Dark Fae, each who feed from their pleasure, but that does not make them bad men although they would object. A story is told of the age old brothers, inseparable through time and war. This is that tale.

[wolvesnarl]

the barrier of             

                         [ l o n e l i e n e s s ]

                           ;; that’s something we haven’t                                                                       defeated yet.

[wolvesnarl]

[cerseilannister]

Damon Season 5 Appreciation Week

Day 7: Overall Damon in Season 5 Appreciation

"Bye."

[cateography-deactivated20190128]

[shoother]

"So you’re single.." “It happens”

[toiletvevo-blog]

[MADNESS;] | a playlist to get in the insane muse for your character. [ listen ]

1. american horror story theme 2. no angels - bastille ft. ella eyre 3. miss murder - afi 4. the devil within -  digital daggers 5. my secret friend - i am x ft. imogen heap 6. female robbery - the neighbouhood 7. american horror story season 2 theme song 8. fantasy - msmr 9. help i’m alive - metric 10. kill my boyfriend - natalia kills 11. happy together -filter 12. over the love - florence and the machine 13. counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums - a perfect circle 14. black sheep - gin wigmore 15. digital suicide lullaby - heartsrevolution 16. angels ( take it easy hospital remix ) - the xx 17. mad world - adam lambert

[warrentessler]

[theadowntherabbithole-deactivat]

The taste of scotch was the best thing she had drunk in a while. “You’ve got good taste,” she commented, setting the glass down.

[wolvesnarl]

"Well it is an expensive year, but thank you." He replied with a smooth smirk.

[meepxsupxhello-deactivated20141]

Her smile grew, ” I’ll take a glass then. Lovely meeting you. ” she noted, taking a seat beside him now, feet coming up.

[wolvesnarl]

Cristov nodded, polite and gentlemanly. "Likewise my dear." He hummed in reply before slipping over to get her a glass of scotch. Returning he handed her the glass and smiled. "I am Cristov, by the way."

[honorex-deactivated20141006]

"I apologize but this seems like a mistake since I wasn’t talking at all?"

[wolvesnarl]

"You weren't? Hmm I must he hearing things then..."

[meepxsupxhello-deactivated20141]

" Perhaps, have any liquor?" she questioned with a tilted grin.

[wolvesnarl]

"Always." He hummed with a wink and a smirk.

[theadowntherabbithole-deactivat]

"Excellent," she said, plucking the glass out of his hand and draining it in one go.

[wolvesnarl]

"I ah--- ... help.. yourself then." He said with a slight scoff followed by a smirk as he picked the glass of Scotch up off the side table next to his chair and sort of waved it at her.

[skeletoncliqvearchive-blog]

"Yeah, it’s a yes."

[wolvesnarl]

"I thought as much. So do I get a name?"

[wolvesnarl]

Take It All Away | | ameetingofmuses

New Orleans, it was subtle and thick with superstition, something Viktor greatly appreciated if anything else. It was his home where as his brothers would have found it more convenient to live in more lively places such as New York or perhaps even back home. That was a place Viktor would never go back to ever again, not unless he was the ruler of it and he wasn't exactly ready for that just yet, ruling that was. Of course he was a ruler of sorts in his own right, being an Incubus of ancient decent brought along power that many could only work for decades, centuries even, to acquire. To many he was a ruthless business man who wanted nothing more than to take whatever innocence he could get his hands on and that was only half true. No one, not even his brothers, truly understood Viktor. He was more the silent but extremely strong type; speaking only when it was absolutely necessary that he socialize in whatever means he had to at that moment. Slipping into a pub was just that means, he was there to meet someone, they had picked the location. Most likely afraid that he was going to kill them the first chance he got and they wouldn't be wrong at that of course. He really just wanted to kill them. Straightening his jacket Viktor glanced around the pub and exhaled a sigh before making his way over to the bar. "Scotch... Please." He said to the bartender.

[damnthecretaceous]

Charlie turned slightly in his seat, setting his cup down. “Oh,” was all he could think of to say. Keep it together you prehistoric twit. “Sorry to hear that… can I buy you a cuppa?” That’s good, socialize.. 

[wolvesnarl]

"Hmmm..." Viktor hummed before nodding and finally deciding to relax a bit more in his seat. "You may." He replied at last, unbuttoning his suit jacket some more to get more comfortable. Be casual, just, casual.

[damaiiiste]

                                                 I am a breath away from death.

                                                  —- I am like a vicious disease.

                                                     Like the great abyss of space,

                                               I am merciless.

                                                 —— Creeping like a shadow,

                                                                I am unseen.      

                                                        Tainted and misguided,

                                                                 I am { b r o k e n }

[skeletoncliqvearchive-blog]

"Maybe."

[wolvesnarl]

"I'll take that as a yes."