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👔 // grab my muse by the collar & pull them closer . (Knox & Lovanna)

♡ ––– it was all a bit much. in a matter of weeks her life had changed completely in the presence of the other. he was mysterious - magical, in a sense that she still didn’t believe in the supernatural. he was intimidating to say the least. feeling as if she was prey in the centre of a prowl she had made an attempt to leave during a disagreement.

a heavy breath escapes her lips as soon her nose nearly touches his, her eyes widen in the second, while a slight gulp echoes in her throat. “ ––– “ she hesitates while each hand grabs for his wrist to help support herself. her feet barely touch the ground while the wall holds her in place.

“ don’t you think ––– you should maybe put me down?” she says softly, but entirely she enjoys the fact her torso is close to his. she manages a small breath while her feet dangle in a humorous manner. “is it because I didn’t compliment your bizarre collection of sappy old novels?”

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I realized I would miss this-the green, the timelessness, the mystery of the woods. All of it.

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♡ ––– ( location: estate ) ﹕ ‹ elektra x costas / @edendoomed ›

they had spent hour upon hour with each other which never seemed to be for eternity, although, it was. his hands never failed to grow tired at grasping at her frame. he offers a soft smile - something that even monsters could feel at the noted times. he enjoyed his job, his cover or a new hobby. the money he made was often used to cover the masses of fortune he had carried over the years.

“ the harvest is coming sooner than later, i’m not prepared to see any more of our friends suffer without a mate.” he noted. they had been one of the lucky couples ; chosen early and a good match for one another. he knew it was something he should of been grateful for, although, it often made him wonder why others were undeserving.

placing his hand on her side, moving it to her back before pulling her in for an embrace. his arms tighten around her while affection flooded towards her. his chin resting on her shoulder. “how about a morning hunt? hmm? it’s the season we enjoy most.”

#♡ ––– ( starter ) ﹕ ‹ vicedau ›#*hearteyes*

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♡ ––– ( location: outside mooneys ) ﹕ ‹ knox x lovanna / @edendoomed ›

these shifts were starting to take a toll on her. she was exhausted at times and sick of this place she would call home. it seemed as if no one could get ahead. surely, everything grew stale - small population made it harder to find a potential life partner ( especially knowing your neighbour could of had a piece of them too. )

lovanna enjoyed the night shift as it calmed down, she would get away with turning the volume up before cleaning for the next day. the cafe was empty although, she could hear what seemed to be a struggle happening outside. slowly moving towards the door - she’s surprised to see nothing. turning back to the front view of the restaurant she nearly jumps at the customer in one of the booths.

“shit” she to herself. mutters before signalling towards the kitchen cook to keep the oven on. moving slowly & offering a sympathetic smile, she greets the man. he seemed out of place and far too clean and dressed to find himself in such a place.

“sorry about that,” she clears her throat, “I didn’t hear you come in.” She notes while pulling out her roughed up notepad. “We’re closing up soon, but I can try and get you whatever you’d like.” tired eyes direct themselves to the man while one hand rests on her side.

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AGGRESSION // SEXUAL TENSION .

acts that could be aggressive // or a little bit sexy // or both. send a symbol from your muse to mine. feel free to combine actions or add specifics even when it doesn’t ask for it ! can send non - sexually as well.

THREATENING

🔪 // put a knife to my muse’s throat .

🖐️ // put a hand around my muse’s throat .

👕 // slide a weapon up under my muse’s shirt ( can specify ) .

👔 // grab my muse by the collar & pull them closer .

🔒 // lock my muse in a room alone with your muse .

🗩 // verbally threaten my muse ( please specify ) .

PINNING

🔙 // push my muse against a wall .

📌 // pin my muse’s wrists above their head .

🔵 // grab my muse hard enough to leave a bruise .

🔑 // handcuff my muse .

➰ // tie my muse to a chair .

⭕ // restrain my muse with an item of clothing ( please specify ) .

🚨 // push my muse to the ground & straddle them .

📢 // tell my muse ‘ stop squirming ! ’ .

🔗 // otherwise restrain my muse ( please specify ) .

LIGHTER

👀 // grab my muse’s jaw & direct their gaze towards yours .

⚡ // tug my muse’s hair .

⚠️ // bite my muse ( can specify where ) .

😏 // give my muse a hickey .

✂️ // run fingernails over my muse’s skin & scratch them .

💦 // cover my muse’s mouth .

DARKER

💋 // give my muse a kiss that draws blood .

🗡️ // cut my muse with a knife ( can specify where ) .

💀 // kidnap my muse .

😶 // put a hand over my muse’s nose & mouth .

💥 // tighten something around my muse’s throat that restricts their blood - flow / oxygen supply ( please specify ) .

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a life for edward cullen could be explained ever - so - easily & yet he was bound by lack of words. ( it was the same life. the same amount of time spent in a high school each couple of decades ) he hated the life that was assigned to him, yes it was never his choice to begin with. he was grateful for his father, but the resentment lingered.

the parking lot was always filled with the youth. ( he needed to stop saying that for all anyone knew: he was one of them ) however, a shade of brunette catches his attention when leaving his car. bronze hues move to his brother emmett who took in the scent also. it was hard for a vampire to explain ; maybe something close to a cold beer? no. a fine tasting one of a kind desert . . . or the over dramatic comparison of a drug.

his relationship with his brother was something of its own. although, completely different he knew he could rely on the other. even at the worse of times ; his sister would forever curse him with never ending opinions and such. edward, casually placed the backpack on his shoulder while playing the part. moving slowly past the crowd and casually giving a glance to jessica.

the poor prom queen ( yeah, alice had called it ) constantly filled with time to worry about what was going on in the lives of others. however, she seemed equally as curious about the newcomer. forks was a small town - far too ordinary, even for the man who begged for it so often.

the scent of blood - far too complex for his liking. he couldn’t stand it, his jaw tightened as teeth near fight to get past his gums. his eyes roll for the moment, but not at the situation, but more at the attempt to focus. edward walked by the brunette, simple and seemingly kind, but far beyond her years.

“you can get that checked out by a nurse.” emmett pasued with him in a curious fashion. edward directed to bella the growing river of blood on her finger. he sighs almost with a judgement towards her. the cullens were never good at fitting in with the others, however, this seemed pretty effortless. . . until it all makes sense: he can’t seem to read her mind.

@goresaga / EDWARD CULLEN

Days had felt longer, less exciting, almost as if her life had made an abrupt halt ever since she’d decided to permanently move to Forks. With her mother’s happiness, Bella decided it was for the best to leave, go back to her father in hopes that Forks wouldn’t be as boring as she’d remembered it to be. With high school and the typical teenager shenanigans, however, she’d never truly be happy anywhere, considering her happiness had always seemed to be somewhat limited.

Entering the parking lot of her new school, Bella parked her new car in one of the empty spaces which was located as far away from school as possible – perfect. After leaving the car, Bella immediately noticed how her socks got wet – right, Forks is rainy. – she figured, but didn’t ponder too long. Everyone seemed to be watching her. Why? No clue, possibly since she was a new face at a rather small school filled with the same children of parents who’d went to school together as well. She ignored most of it, however – a new girl in town seemed to be the highlight of the day, anyway. “New girl!” she heard someone shouting from afar, causing her to stop and turn around. “Hey, I’m Eric – I haven’t seen you here before. You might just be my new covergirl.” Clearly in no mood to support his enthusiasm, Bella suppressed a chuckle and just started to move again. “Bella, and, thanks, no thanks, not interested.” She could hear multiple cars entering the parking lot behind her, some of which sounded much more massive and expensive than all the others, definitely much more expensive than her old car, anyway. “Oh, nevermind then. Nice to meet you, Bella.” Eric scratched the back of his head and walked back into school, more awkward than she must’ve looked until now.

Bella remained in her position for just a moment more before attempting to tug away her keys. She could feel the metal scratch over her skin, leaving the tiniest wound. “Of course,” Bella looked her right middle finger, but immediately pressed her thumb against it to stop the slight bleeding. “Not now.” she knew the tiniest cuts hurt the most – something she had to endure and experience, yet again.