-- wicked touch.

You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit.

[youthfulariella]

“Gerald, we have nothing to worry about… the protection sigils drawn around the spa offer protection from any sort of violence on the grounds… please don’t do this.” She spoke into her phone, before letting out a sigh.  “Of course, I know… i’m sorry.” She groaned as she hung up the phone, marking a name off her work roster.  Hearing the door to her office click open, she spun on her heels.  “Please, come with good news or coffee, i’d gladly take either.”

[wxckedsins]

“Hmm, caffeine from coffee isn’t the best for you--try tea.” The male offers, lifting the paper cup towards the other in an offering. “Personally I enjoy black, however, I believe green is the most popular.” Moving to take a seat, the witch crossed his legs as he leaned back. “So what’s the news.”

[wxckedsins]

violcnts‌:

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.

“Perhaps, I guess.” Maximus allowed the silence to linger for a moment, his own mind fixating over his thoughts. It seemed their little reality was in for it, and no one was exempt---not even the royals. However, his thoughts were paused as she spoke again, and he returned to the conversation, clearly, his throat and his lie grew in chapters. “Tradition?” He repeats a small smirk on his lips. “I know something about that, though I am sure my own is much different than yours.” Lifting his upper lip, Maximus showcased a small amount of fang in expression. “The world already has enough fighters, and those willing to risk it all for a few moments of glory. I think we could use more people like you---the beautiful flowers of society.” Like a rose, or something more exotic, she was something better to be looked and observed than picked only to wilt a short time later. “Ah, no...” Testing his luck, he decided to offer the woman the first ounce of truth all night. “I was born nearly five centuries ago, in a kingdom far, far away.” It wasn’t too much information, but it was something to start them on. 

[wxckedsins]

ofregalisms‌:

THINGS WERE TENSE IN HARTHALL, with her husbands outburst and the guards on edge, Satine needed a moment to herself. A bottle of bourbon in hand, she pours herself a glass. ❝Maximus. ❞  The Queen greets without looking up, quickly catching his scent.  ❝ Are you going to join or stand there and watch from afar? ❞

“Now, Satine--you should know me better than that.” Crossing the room, he lifted his own glass to the Queen. “I never miss a chance to drink, nor a chance to remain in the company of a divine woman such as yourself.” Adding on, he finished. “How are you?” And for the briefest moment, a look of genuine concern crossed over the vampire’s features.

[wxckedsins]

crowncndsoul‌:

“Worry lines darling, even vampires need to worry about them.” Vai commented looking at the other with only as much interest as a passerby would give a child.  “You don’t want to start showing your age.”

A brow arched, however, Maximus only rolled his eyes. “I drink to forget, and I forget to drink.” Pausing, he added on. “Actually, I never forget to drink so I guess I just drink to disregard.” With that, he raised his glass towards the woman. “And have you seen my features, not even a number could dampen these angelic good looks.”

[wxckedsins]

wanted connections for Dorian Stone ---

romantic ;

this would be someone Dorian dated in the past, their relationship was rather serious and the two believed they would end up together. that is until he was promised to become the queen’s consort and had to end their relationship rather abruptly. the two never managed to get closer. ((open))

platonic ;  

dorian trust this person more than anyone, and knows he can always rely on them. they are best friends, and have no secrets between them. ((open))

the grew up together and are like family. ((open))

more coming soon....

[violcnts-blog]

IT WASN’T AS IF SHE HADN’T been waiting for the other shoe to drop. ❝ play time’s over, ❞ she snapped at the guard. training was kicking into high gear—scratch that—training was over. there was something worse than a war happening apparently. she was on a razor sharp edge and anything would set her off. she turned around and crossed her arms. ❝ what? you got something to say? ❞

[wxckedsins]

“they listen better if you don’t yell at them,” Dorian suggests, entering into the room. “--but then again, whatever could I know about your kind.” Pausing, he spoke on. “you’re finley laidlaw, if I’m not correct?” Though he already knew he was, after all, the man enjoyed being well prepared and informed. 

[benbarnxs]

Ben Barnes as Logan Delos in Westworld: The Passenger.

[gothicmusings]

[wxckedsins]

Entering in slowly, Maximus moved his arms to rest casually atop his chest. It wouldn’t take long for someone to notice the prince, and so he waited in silence as his fingers danced casually atop his glass, swishing the amber liquid inside side to side. 

[wxckedsins]

h a z e l.

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? ❞

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. 

[wxckedsins]

h a z e l.

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. ❞

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?”

[wxckedsins]

h a z e l.

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? ❞

“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?”

[violcnts-blog]

IT FELT LIKE THERE WERE knots in her stomach that just kept getting tighter and tighter. she wasn’t new to death. she’d lost many family members to the war, but this was close to home. physically. she put the paper down and made involuntarily eye contact with someone. ❝ this is so crazy. ❞ she ran a hand down her plait. she was a rambler when she was nervous. ❝ i didn’t even realize anything had happened at the party, did you? ❞

[wxckedsins]

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.”

[silverphoenixfeather]

#parallels