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enzo can now be found over on  @theyburied.   <3

[etpraelia]

enzo can now be found over on   @theyburied.   <3

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diesalot​            ,          bonnie bennett

maybe  she's  too  strong  a  witch  for  her  own  good.  enzo  st.  john  –  standing  there,  towering  over  her  as  she,  with  her  head  tilted  and  smile  so  genuinely  flashing  up  at  him,  remains  in  the  way  despite  inviting  him  in.    (    she  must  have  willed  him  to  be  there  and  he’s  unknowing  of  this.  it’s  the  only  thing  that  makes  sense.    )    he  appears  much  unlike  he  had  at  the  salvatore  boarding  house,  as  though  he’s  full  of  life  once  more.  or  at  least  getting  there.    (    and  it  calms  the  guilt  she  feels  within  just  enough  to  act  as  naturally  as  possible  as  she  can  with  him.    )

❝    actually,    ❞    a  step  is  taken  back  and  allows  for  the  space  needed  to  for  him  to  enter.    ❝    if  you  must  know,  the  only  plans  i  had  were  to  go  find  you.    ❞    direct,  to  the  point.  she  steadies  her  breathing  and  shuts  the  door  behind  him  before  turning  –  and  as  she  faces  him  once  more,  her  head  tilts  and  green  eyes  lock  on  his.    ❝    i  didn’t  like  how  things  were  left  between  us,  enzo.  i  wanted  to  check  up  on  you.    –  and  now  you’re  here.    ❞

as  she  stares  up  at  him,  she  can  see  why  she  was  attracted  to  him  on  the  outer  level.  attractive  physically.  alluring  accent.    (    and  something  tells  her  that  at  some  point  in  time,  that  very  accent  would  get  under  her  skin.  –  the  very  thought  causing  a  hint  of  a  smirk  forming  at  the  corner  of  her  mouth.    )    and  if  she  didn’t  know  better,  that  good  taste  clothing  came  with  a  helping  hand  of  something  she  picked  out  for  him.

❝    what  are  you  doing  here,  anyway?  i  was  pretty  convinced  you  wouldn’t  want  anything  to  do  with  me,  not  after.  .  .    ❞    the  elephant  in  the  room:  irreversible  magic  by  her  own  hand  that  screwed  them  both  out  of  something  good.  it’s  an  unfortunate  situation  she’s  placed  them  in.  but  it  must  mean  something  that  he’s  here  and  out  there  avoiding  here.  .  .  right?

❝    well,  since  you  are  here  –    do  you  like  coffee?    ❞    a  genuine  question.  one,  she  may  have  already  known  the  answer  to.    after  all,  one  does  not  simply  spend  over  three  years  in  a  relationship  with  someone  and  not  know  the  basics  such  as  that.    ❝    maybe  we  could  go  to  one  of  the  local  diners  and  get  something  to  drink?  and  eat.  .  .  i  was  in  a  bit  of  a  hurry  and  kinda  forgot  about  breakfast.    ❞

suddenly,  she’s  on  overdrive  –  hardly  giving  any  room  for  him  to  respond.    (    or  reject  her  proposition.    )    she  steps  forward,  leaving  a  foot  of  space  between  them  as  her  head  tilts  back  once  more,  eyes  wide  and  semi-pleading  as  she  murmurs.    ❝    the  thing  is,  i  hate  what  i  did.  there’s  this  gap  in  my  memories  and  i  wish  i  could  remember.  but  instead,  all  i  have  are  lies  my  friends  fed  me  to  protect  me  –  and  that’s  not  what  i  want  to  hold  onto.    ❞    she  feels  selfish.  selfish  for  erasing  him.  seflish  for  coming  to  him  now  like  this.  but  feelings  of  selfishness  isn’t  enough  to  keep  her  from  her  request.    ❝    i  probably  don’t  even  have  the  right  to  ask.  .  .  but  i  want  to  know  you,  enzo.  i  want  to  learn  about  the  three  happiest  years  of  my  life.    ❞

          he vowed it to himself just three nights ago,   that his hope wouldn’t waver.     she voluntarily chose to erase him from her,   from memory and heart,   he was virtually no one to her and merely the lovelorn vampire she’d been filled in on by others.     granted,   she didn’t do so without reason,   he’d died,   heart torn out and body flung into a casket for nearly one years time.   could he blame her for choosing herself this time   ?   for choosing tranquility over anguish,   for choosing to lose sight of someone after losing so much in her still short-lived life   ?   he hadn’t had a great deal of time to absorb it all,   but he had enough to understand her verdict.     if he’d lost her in the same manner she lost him,   snatched by the unforgiving clutches of death,   he would’ve simply chosen to go along with her.     she’s the reason his faith’s restored,   she’s the reason he had the slightest shot at what resembled   family,   and albeit unfailingly treading the path guided by his own moral code,   she still makes him want to be better.     she makes him   want   to long for more.

          seeing her this way,   buzzing about with restless energy,   unknowing of how to innately fall into step with him the way she once did,   the way he remembers her,   is both afflictive and endearing.     they went from barely trusting one another,   to confiding in each other,   to loving each other.     enzo’s never needed anyone or anything to survive   (   apart from the obvious   blood   ),   that one fact he’s most certain of,   but that never signified that he desired to live without her by his side after knowing how it was   with   her.

     what are you doing here anyway   ?

          it’s one of the pledges he made her,   to always find his way back to her and to never,   under any circumstance,   abandon hope.     but things are unalike now,   his heart feels exposed,   open,   and on full display,   ready to fracture for her once and for all.     but,   he knew she wouldn’t deliberately hurt him or use his love against her,   recollections or not.     ❛     i was in the area.     ❜     he counters smoothly,   hands slipping into pockets as booted feet shift around her.     all at once his movements are mirroring her stimulated words,   he doesn’t know where to stand,   doesn’t know where to go.     when typically arms would reach for her,   snake around her waist and hold her to him in habitual greeting,   now his arms must remain obediently to himself.     evidently,   he isn’t fooling a soul,   he isn’t merely there because he was in the area.     enzo’s there because he couldn’t bear another minute without her.

          her litany of queries will the corners of his lips to tug upwards,    russet hues regarding her a little too closely,   a little too warmly.     ❛     sure.     ❜     a nod in assent,   he awaits for her to gather her things.     but something halts him,   for he dreads the thought of heading into public before a proper   chat   could be had.     especially following their   last   meeting.   if any of the others spotted them they would simply pity him for trailing the woman who holds the power to detonate him with words alone.     to be clear,   being pitied isn’t what enzo cares for,   what he cares for is their conversation being attended by others.   what he cares about is   not   having such a discussion   (   something that’ll surely surpass challenging for him   )   in a place where they both feel relaxed.     this home smells or her and her alone,   laced with undertones of lavender and herbs and despite their current state of affairs,   it helps him feel at ease.     urges him to a place of comfort.     intuitively,   a hand extracts from his pocket,   reaching forth and curling around bonnie’s wrist.     he isn’t sure how long he held her arm,   all he knows is that no part of him desired to release her.

          and yet,   he had no choice but to do just that.     there is no alternative but to flex his fingers and return her arm,   a dark gaze searching her own once professions tumble past her lips.     he knew they were to talk,   knew there were things to discuss,   but what he didn’t foresee is her tenacity to know all that she’s come to forget.     what he didn’t anticipate was he  having to,   little by little,   recount the three years they spent mantled in love.     ❛     now if we’re to do that,   love,     ❜     he begins soberly,   gaze unwavering from her own.     he takes a breath before proceeding,   a noteworthy,   signature smirk materializing along the slope of his lips.     ❛     you may not like everything you hear.     i can tell you everything you want to know,   things you   deserve   to know,   but i assure you it won’t all be easy to digest.     ❜

          he drops his gaze a fleeting moment before eyes flicker up to the kitchen just past  @diesalot​‘s  shoulder,   arms already moving to shrug off the leather still sheathing his frame.     ❛     tell you what,   we stay here and i cook you breakfast,   then i’ll begin telling all you desire to know.     what do you say   ?     ❜

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petrovaed​          ,          katherine pierce

❛  do  you  know  that  you  are  incredibly  cocky  for  a  baby  vampire?  ❜

@etpraelia​  liked  for  a  one - liner.

❛     tell me,   darling,     ❜     it’s as if his body is simply drawn to   @petrovaed​,   a fluid step forth and he’s toe to toe,   fingertips meeting her hairline with a tender graze.     ask him if he’d ever expect to fall for another vampire,   a vampire who once sat alongside him in the dank quarters of a holding cell keeping him   positively   sane   —   enzo would’ve very much contested to such a probability.     yet here they remain,   what is left of tormented souls seeking deliverance,   seeking rapture.     with one another.     ❛     is that not why you fell for me   ?     ❜ 

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desafia​          ,          magnolia castillo

@etpraelia​  ||  liked for a surprise

             “  hurt,  ”  word comes out forcefully,  quickly.  she needs to explain why there is an unconscious individual at her feet.   a gesture towards them  “  want to hurt you.  ”  before thoughts could come to fruition she’d intervened.  prevented,  rather.  it doesn’t take much for silly little brains to get overwhelmed with everything she can put inside them.  and then a good knock to the head certainly helps matters.  gaze fixes back up at enzo and her shoulders rise in a small shrug.  like it was an obvious choice.  

it is uncommon,  remarkably expeditious   the way bulged veins regress to an imperceptible state beneath eclipsed eyes,   the way fangs promptly sink back into his gums.   the threat’s no longer a cause for concern,   the threat now lies in a crumpled   heap   at his feet,   their feet,   no thanks to him.   terms are being spoken to him,   and it takes more than several seconds for him to attend to them,   let alone apprehend them.   someone desired to maim him,   perhaps eliminate him altogether   —   and so she charged at them.   the prick’s out cold at their feet,   and enzo’s incapable of inhibiting the low chuckle that drags up his throat.    ❛    it appears so.    ❜    he agrees cooly.   a corner of his mouth is still raised in an affable smirk,   toe of his boot harshly prodding the mans upper arm until he’s rolled onto his back.   a hunter.    ❛    —   but i don’t think i was the one he was after.    ❜    musings roll off of his tongue as a dark gaze meets hers,   a glimmer of recognition and wonder reaching his eyes.    ❛    i suppose i should be thanking you.   i’m enzo,   and creatures that go bump in the night are apparently the least of your troubles since you’re   still   here.    ❜

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shinelite​          ,          annie january

the  vought  hosted  party  was  the  event  of  the  year.  anyone  who  was  anyone  would  be  there.  annie  put  on  a  smile,  dressed  the  part  in  her  least  favorite  suit.  all  because  her  life  and  her  role  in  the  seven  depended  on  it.  what  she  wasn’t  prepared  for  was  the  cages.  he  appeared  human  like  them  all,  but  the  cage  was  for  everyone  else’s  entertainment.  he  was  like  some  prized  pet  to  be  oggled  by  everyone  who  stepped  up.  it  sickened  her  to  her  core.  which  is  why  she  started  the  fire.

it  was  enough  to  get  everyone  running  out  of  the  building.  enough  for  starlight  to  make  an  appearance  and  flash  a  blinding  light  to  ruin  the  cameras,  run  up  to  the  cage  and  break  the  bars.  she  might  not  be  able  to  fly  and  she  might  not  have  super  speed.  but  she  did  everything  in  her  power  to  save  this  one  –  her  shoulder  tucked  under  his  arm  as  she  quickly  dragged  him  along  with  her.

somehow  she  made  it  to  her  apartment  unseen,  where  she  nudged  him  to  the  couch.  moments  later  annie  stands  a  short  distance  away,  watching  him  attentively.  he  was  caged  for  a  reason.  she  knows  this.  not  just  because  he  was  the  entertainment  for  the  night  but  for  something  more.  ❝  we  didn’t  exactly  have  the  time  for  introductions  back  there.  .  .  i’m  annie.  i’m  not  going  to  hurt  you.  i  just  want  to  help.  ❞       @etpraelia​    ,     ♡ !

upon being led inside,   it was brisk the way he’d taken in the entirety of her apartment with one sweep of his gaze,   stomach churning ever since the emergence of guests at vought’s annual event.   each party,   each year,   perpetually the same   :   corporate teams,   corrupt   “   heroes   ”,   a few plus one’s,   all present with enzo st. john as the main source of entertainment   —   star of the show and most   intriguing   creature all in one.   on a typical day in captivity,   his thirst for blood would be as managed as could be.   his body’s conditioned and grown accustomed to droplets of blood,   enough to keep him from fully desiccating in a cell of iron bars.   but, he’s slammed by a surplus of scents at those damned parties,   all at once,   and he remembers what it’s like to truly starve.   he felt it then,   just as he feels it now.

he’s nudged onto a comfortable enough couch by his rescuer,   hunger torturously stabbing at his gut,   grating and shredding at the walls of his throat.   he feels aflame from the inside out,   skin scorching.   but one thing enzo’s come to learn with innumerable years of torture and captivity is   control,   and he wasn’t just about to bite the hand that fed him   . . . .   or saved him in this case.     ❛    if i thought you were to hurt me,   annie,   high chance you would’ve done so   before   breaking me out of vought.    ❜

he takes her in at last,   golden hair and brilliant dark eyes.   there’s palpable strength in her shoulders,   but what’s most apparent is the vigor in character.   it radiates from her,   as if it were an ability she possesses.   however,   that doesn’t clarify why she saved him.   why risk her life,   why venture to be on vought’s radar,   why jeopardize being seen saving him.   he had nothing,   he had no one,   what has made his life worthwhile   ?   albeit every muscle in his body appears coiled taut beneath ivory flesh,   shoulders   are what ease,   they slump slightly and his back meets the posterior of the couch.   soft,   what a distinction this is from damp cement.    ❛    lorenzo.    ❜    he greets in return,   a slight,   and weary smile forming across his lips.    ❛    but my friends call me enzo.    ❜    too bad any and all friends have probably long croaked by now.

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shinelite​.

❝  i’m  going  to  rip  their  fucking  head  off.  ❞

hunger gnaws at his gut,   this time   his cravings do not beseech blood,   this time   they plead for murder.    ❝    i’ll wager he’s sorely unprepared given the lack of audience.    ❞    fangs protrude from his gums with menacing leisure,   vengeance raging within,   and   homelander’s   their lucky target.    ❝    where do you want me, darling   ?   your move.    ❞

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myrlin·.

✧ ˚ · . ✦  ›  @etpraelia· ›「 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 」

                    ❛  Surprisingly, I don’t think I’ve met many of your kind.  ❜

❝    lucky for you, mate,    ❞    devilry plays along the corners of his lips,   haughty   smirk   unchecked.    ❝    they’re not all as   fun.    ❞

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❝    we spoke of ruination.    ❞    he turns to face her, dark gaze   piercing   through the stillness of the drawing room as his shoulder lightly leans against a windowpane.    ❝    do you recall   ?   you once asked me if i’d risk ruination for you, but i’d admitted having been long ruined before you.    ❞    as he ruminates on moments of the past, he drowns out the steady beat of her pulse, alternatively settling on the sheets of rain hammering against the glass alongside. he extends an arm however, hand raised and   beckoning   her forth for despite the sadistic   cravings   of vampirism,   his feelings go unchanged.   he’ll love her, no matter what he’s become.    ❝    if they were to unearth what i am. . . .   the ton,   if they knew of what i’ve become,   you’d   be ruined, darling. are you prepared for such a possibility   ?     ❞

@shekindness​​   ,   ella tremaine.   ♡’d.

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it’s been weeks since the night she hadn’t run.   the night her hand had slipped into his and taken him   with   her. truth be told, enzo had been equipped to pounce, to shove his wrist into a man’s throat and sink his teeth into a   bounding   jugular. surely it wasn’t to drain him dry, but to teach him a   damned   lesson   not to stare.   the way magnolia’s eyes had fluttered up to regard his that night had stayed with him, the sight wading behind his eyes, loitering,   no   —   igniting   —   the grimmest parts of him even now as he sits with his boots kicked up on the coffee table before them. there’s a tug at the corner of his lips, an involuntary reaction to the absurdity stewing within his mind. they’ve sat in silence for a number of hours,   their shared stillness agreeable,   appeasing,   her presence even more so until he’s struck with an all too   curious   urge.    ❝    —you trust me, love   ?    ❞

@caestillo​   ,   magnolia castillo.   ♡’d.

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────          NODAMNSEL·.

if  her  father  knew  where  she  was  at  this  time  of  night  and  who  she  was  with,  she  would  never  hear  the  end  of  it  or  see  the  light  of  day  again.  (  but  lorenzo  is  risk  worth  taking.  )  she  lives  for  these  moments  alone,  stolen  nights  where  her  head  can  rest  upon  his  shoulder  and  the  stars  shine  overhead.  there’s  a  certain  peace  she  feels  with  him.  –  and  she  feels  like  she  can  be  herself.

as  she  rests  against  him,  eyes  close  for  a  brief  moment  and  she  relishes  in  the  sound  of  his  voice,  the  gentleness  of  how  he  holds  her  to  him.  but  his  words  begin  to  sink  in,  leaving  her  unsettled  by  what  he’s  insinuating.  for  a  moment,  she  remains  still.  a  life  in  which  she  leaves  this  town,  leaves  him  behind?  unfathomable.

❝  why  would  you  even  think  that?  ❞  words  are  spoken  barely  above  a  whisper  and  bonnie  removes  her  head  from  his  shoulder  and  sits  upright  as  she  faces  him.  eyes  begin  to  search  his  and  a  hand  comes  to  rest  over  his  own.  ❝  i  won’t  leave  you.  –  if  the  day  comes  i’m  to  leave  this  town  behind,  then  you'll  come  with  me.  ❞  nevermind  the  fact  that  her  father  disapproves  or  if  they’ll  be  the  talk  of  the  town.  ❝  the  only  thing  meant  for  me  is  a  life  with  you,  lorenzo.  ❞

i won’t leave you.   a deceiver’s tongue was what he’d have if he didn’t admit to desiring nothing more than to believe her.   lorenzo wanted to hang onto every last word, cling onto each and every syllable as if they’d sustain his riotous heart beating. however, he knows her father’s type,   knows the kind of man he is,   the kind of man that he’d want for his only daughter.   the kind of man he would never approve of.   lorenzo is a man that would never be acknowledged in their household. having sailed to the states with mere pennies and nickels to his name, seeking a sense of autonomy and something of a better life, not once did he ever consider falling in love. 

❝    —because this town is much too small for you.    ❞    then you’ll come with me.   far be it from him to pulverize her dreams, her fortitude, he refuses to see that gleam of hope extinguish from her irises. he won’t be the one to steal that from her, he won’t snuff out her light. nor will anyone else, not if   he   can help it. as her hand settles atop his, he flips his over so that hers lays in his palm, digits curling and securing around her own.    

❝    is that so   ?   bonnie and lorenzo, taking on the city that never sleeps,   cavorting   our way through night clubs and drinking overpriced martini’s   ?    ❞    that’s not his life, that could never be his life. but bonnie. . . .   bonnie is his path,   and he’ll follow that path wherever it takes him.   at least, that’s what he allows himself to believe.   tightening his grip around her hand, he tugs her into him gently, shifting their frames so that she’s repositioned between his legs   —   her back settled consolingly against his chest.    ❝    tell me, love, what future do you see for us   ?    ❞

[etpraelia]

❝    i was once told that   loyalty   ?   loyalty is never a chore.    ❞    that someone being lily salvatore,   go figure.   he averts his gaze, dark eyes now reflecting the   crackling   flames dancing in the salvatore fireplace.    ❝    —clearly that was something of a   gray area   for me for some time.    ❞

@seesgood​   ,   caroline forbes.   ♡’d.

[etpraelia]

he holds her.   he holds her as if his very life depended on it. sometimes he allows himself to believe that it   does,   that without her his very breath would cease, that without her. . . .   life would hold no purpose.   only sometimes.    ❝    you’ll leave here someday.    ❞    his head tips until his cheek can rest against the crown of her head, breath   wafting   across her hair gently.    ❝    you were never meant for the constraints of this town, darling. you’re meant for far more.    ❞     

@nodamnsel​   ,   bonnie bennett.   ♡’d.

[etpraelia]

❝    what will you do   ?    ❞    head is tipped back against aged cement, forearms resting atop his knees where he sits in the   same   dank cell he’s sat in for the last seventy   damned   years.    ❝    when you’re at long last met with   sweet   liberation   ?   when you’re free from these cells.    ❞

@oathworn​   ,   jon snow.   ♡’d.

[etpraelia]

his head rests in her lap,   novel propped up against his chest and yet his eyes. . . .   his eyes are   far   from the page before him.    ❝    they’ll be coming for me soon, love. it’s only a   matter of time.    ❞

@forbaes​   ,   caroline forbes.   ♡’d.

[etpraelia]

❝    . . . .i say i sink my teeth clean through his jugular and   see   what happens.    ❞   words   tumble   through protruded fangs, brows hiking in query as the quivering man   tenses   in his grip.    ❝    what do you say   ?    ❞

@ofmalice​   ,   maleficent.  ♡’d.

[etpraelia]

❝    anthony,    ❞    the smirk tugging at his lips is intuitive,   feigned regrets soon emerging within the slant of his brow.    ❝    my apologies, i mean   lord bridgerton.    ❞    he chuckles breathily,    ❝    what’s this of a   miss. sharma   i hear bustling through the ton   ?   the news has made it all the way to   white’s.    ❞

@dutybcund​   ,   anthony bridgerton.   ♡’d.