#chat: elysia (elysiahellfire)

[aworldfullofmuseshasmoved]

Benjamin & Elektra

@elysiahellfire (moved & continued from x)

Maybe if things were different, if certain events in his life hadn’t occurred, he would have shown her GENUINE compassion - he would have ACTUALLY missed her as much as she missed him. Well, he did miss her, but not for the same reasons. He couldn’t feel that way anymore - in fact, he forbade it. 

Behind the mask, Benjamin was scoffing at the sight of her tears - had she not changed at all? Was she still so fragile? True, that only made things easier for him, but then again it could end up just so boring, especially if he had to play this so careful so not to break her - prematurely, that is. When the brunette hid her face in his neck, it gave Benjamin the opportunity to briefly shed the mask and let his eyes roll. He was tempted to snap at her and criticize such behavior, but instead he cupped the back of her head and gently ran his other hand up and down her back in a soothing manner. 

“Shh, love,” he whispered, fingers continuing to comb through her long hair, “It’s alright. I’m here now - we’re together again.” 

He crooked his head a bit and pressed his lips in her hair, inhaling her scent once more at the same time. He could hear her heart beating, pumping the blood rushing through her veins. It was intoxicating, making his head spin and his hunger stir. If it were a different time with a different person, he would have sank his fangs deep into flesh by now, but he restrained himself and tapped into what little self control he had (shockingly).

Her request brought a smirk to his lips, though he changed it to a soft smile when he gently moved her away from him so that he could look at her again. He cupped her cheek in his palm, thumb stroking her soft skin. “Tell me how, Kitten,” he whispered coyly. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, his forehead dropping to meet hers, nudging her gently. “Tell me what you really want.” 

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@elysiahellfire Shane & Elysia kissy kissy 030

The kiss was impulsive, the moment so thick with tension it could have been cut with a knife as the saying goes. Her mouth was so warm, lips so soft against his; her fingers combing through his thick dark locks felt so good and it sent chills down his spine as he held her so close against him. He swallowed the moan she let escape, his own rumbling deep in his chest. This kiss between them was different; for one thing, they were not out in public, the two of them confined to the temporary housing they shared for the mission - and that lead the kiss to feel real and genuinely passionate. Neither of them were faking it to put on a show for the unsuspecting dogs in service to the common enemy. He was kissing her in the same manner he used to kiss his (ex) wife...Up until just then, that thought hadn’t occurred to him.

The realization smacked him in the face, like it was his wake up call.

Hands now resting on her shoulders, Shane gently pushed her away from him, keeping her at arms length, his head hanging out of shame. 

“I’m sorry...” he panted, eyes half squeezed shut. “...This...This is a mistake...”

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@elysiahellfire liked for an Ethan starter and their wish is my command

“Do you know that you are as beautiful as a Goddess?” the vampire asked, dark eyes studying the dark haired belle, hand extending for hers. He was not one to just grab someone’s hand without asking permission like some, finding that very rude. “Your beauty should be captured forever in paintings and sculptures.” 

[diviinitas-moved]

@elysiahellfire / x

Elysia hadn’t seen him properly in years and yet he looked the same. Unlike her. There was a difference between night and day from the angry, unconfident teenager she had been and the confident, self-assured powerful auror she was now. Though a lot of her success had to do with the vampire professor standing before her.

As soon as their eyes collided, her confidence and self-assurance wavered and suddenly she was that same girl who declared she liked him right before she had to leave Hogwarts after graduation. Elysia didn’t have traditional robes on either, merely a sleeveless black shirt, fitted jeans she got from a muggle shop, and a simple gold band around her bicep that possessed magical abilities. Her hair was pulled up tight into a high ponytail that flowed down to her mid-back. Her lips quirked up slightly from one end as D’Ablo came closer.

All those letters she sent his way came to her mind. She wondered if he read the Daily Prophet about her latest patronus charm spell aimed at the dementors. She wondered if he knew what she had been thinking about. Her lips began to part to say hello, but cool fingers had grasped hers, raising her hand to his surprisingly soft lips. He pressed a kiss there in a simple greeting, but it spoke volumes to her and caused her insides to tumble around. She desperately wished they were alone right now.

“Nice to see you too, Professor.” Ha. Like she hadn’t been courting him for the past ten years. Like she didn’t want to kiss him senseless right now. Instead, the 28 year old auror cocked her head to the side and put on her best smirk. “Is this how you greet all your former students?”

He’d been fond of her while she was his student but his feelings had not gone any deeper than that-- he hadn’t allowed them to. In his time at Hogwarts, students crushing on him happened more often than it should have. None had ever confessed to him during their graduation, however, and none of them had told him so plainly to wait for them, and as a result none had struck him more than Elysia. He’d been following her accomplishments since then and hardly recognizes her-- from the angry young lady that everyone had thought was a hopeless case, to a successful, famous, and sought-after auror.

And Lord, she’d gotten beautiful. He meets her eyes, determined to keep his gaze locked on them-- any once-over he gives her (and the multiple ones after that) would be far too obvious. Though his eyes linger on her muscular arms, on her lips, on the dip of her neck at her collarbone . . . of course, he’d completely failed at not looking her up and down. But still, he meets her eyes when he grasps her hand and brings it to his lips, only lowering them once he plants a light kiss on the back of her hand. He smiles up at her as he releases her hand, shrugging slightly at the light, banter-y joke.

Only the ones who order me to wait for them. I see you’re well. And please, it’s D’Ablo now. You haven’t been my student for ten years. Ten years of letters, ten years of Daily Prophet articles, the recent one about her Patronus still open on his desk. Those ten years that she was courting him, and he’d waited. A very impressive ten years. That he says with a knowing smile. Have you eaten yet? We could take a walk down to Hogsmeade. There’s no vampire-friendly options there, so he might end up drinking water, but they could look at it as a chat over butterbeer.

[oddyssea]

elysiahellfire

GUSHING ABOUT PEOPLE––––ACCEPTING ( SELECTIVELY )

We haven’t written too much yet but thus far Elysia seems to be a really interesting character with a lot of interesting twists to her story that makes her super deep as a character! I always love ties to the greek pantheon and she seems to fit in really well with the mythology as a whole which is always FANTASTIC in my opinion! I gotta say I have mad respect for people who can write muses with difficult backstories and it’s really special when I find a person who pulls off so well! :D

Mun to Mun Vee’s been a total sweetheart! It’s always nice to hear from her and so far plotting’s been a pretty fun time as well! I certainly hope we can chat & plot more to see what kind of stuff we can get going in terms of threads :D!

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@elysiahellfire liked for an Arin starter some time ago

Arin left the OR after performing a routine surgery discarding his gloves, apron, and shoe covers on the way out. He washed his hands and grabbed his doctor’s coat, stuffing his scrub cap into his pocket, he then signed paperwork a nurse brought him concerning his patient before going to bring the family news of the successful surgery. It was seconds after he did that that his pager went off, beeping almost wildly. His aid was needed and Arin hastily made his way down to the ER to see what the issue was.

He could hear the fussing from down the hall - someone wasn’t happy to being administered here. Wonderful, he thought to himself - the fussy patients were his favorite (not really). Arin knew that he would be assigned to the woman, as he concluded by the voice, the reason being that he was known to be the more tolerant as well as convincing doctor on the hospital staff. He was not afraid to take on the hard headed directly, despite his displeasure with the obstinate ones. 

The dirty blond surgeon followed a nurse to a separate room in the ER, where he met a young woman - his first guess was no more than her early to mid twenties - who looked just as frustrated and annoyed as she sounded. “Hello there,” he spoke, greeting her with a polite and warm smile. “My name’s Dr. Morrison. What seems to be the problem, ma’am?” Her injuries were obvious and the nurse was about to tell him - he could see her opening her mouth and right away raised his hand to silence her. He wanted to hear the issue from his patient’s own mouth first.