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hi loves! so i took a few days to think about it and i’ve decided that i am going to go down to one blog.  it’s just ultimately less stressful and having multiple blogs is doing nothing for my writing muse lol so i’ve moved all of my muses onto a multi.   @mythtorn .

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polo benavent in 1x04 - élite

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# @warlcks​​  𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 .

august  12,    1921      

the  date  is  written  meticulously  in  practiced  script  across  a  piece  of  paper  in  bold  black  ink.    it  taunts  him,    reminding  him  how  much  time  has  truly  passed.  one-hundred  years  since  he  has  had  to  lay  his  mentor  beneath  the  soil.    ETERNITY  STRETCHES  ON  ENDLESSLY.        without  guidance,    the  young  warlock  has  unwillingly  been  fumbling  about  throughout  the  century.    it  felt  dirty  to  be  reduced  to  using  his  powers  to  steal,    mainly  clothes  and  food  (  sometimes  riches  ),  in  order  to  survive.    but  who  he  was  and  who  he  needed  to  be  in  order  to  survive  could  not  meet  halfway  yet.  it  would  happen.  these  years  would  be  measly  faded  memories  in  due  time.    pen  presses  against  the  paper  before  him,  carefully  curating  a  message  for  an  old  foe.  

darling  felix,      

i  know  how  heavily  my  presence  has  been  missed.  you  were  so  easy  to  track  down,  it’s  almost  as  if  you  left  your  wards  down  because  you  wanted  me  to  find  you.    

i  shall  be  at  club  durant  around  11pm.    grace  me  with  your  brooding  company?  i’m  sure  there’s  still  room  on  that  forehead  for  more  worried  lines.    

-  baltasar    

the  letter  is  reviewed.    always  a  perfectionist,  he  would  not  be  embarrassed  by  one  word  being  out  of  place  or  allow  himself  to  reveal  that  he,  indeed,  has  been  the  one  to  miss  the  other.    the  feeling  has  festered.  after  years  of  having  felix  merely  rooms  away  and  seeing  his  face  every  day  within  the  halls  of  darius’  home,    their  home,  it  felt  almost  unnatural  to  be  separated.  baltasar  hated  how  his  body  yearned.    even  just  to  feel  the  tendrils  of  felix’s  power  in  the  air.    IT  WAS  FOOLISH,  STUPID  OF  HIM.    and  yet  here  he  was.  that  yearning  had  become  unbearable  and  so  he  wanted  to  feed  it,  if  only  to  get  that  part  of  him  to  shut  up.    the  letter  is  folded  and  sent  into  a  blaze  of  fire,  which  would  appear  in  the  other  warlock’s  palm  in  just  a  moment.  

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# @drfrnkenstn​     sent ,       “    i   want   you   to   know :  i   know.   “

a  vague  admission  is  given  and  it  prompts  brows  to  pinch  together  in  frustration.      HE  KNOWS.      he  knows  ...      she  harbors  many  secrets  and  has  tried  not  to  provide  even  glimpses  of  them,    for  her  own  safety  and  his  as  well.        palms  clasp  together  behind  her  back.      it  would  help  keep  nervous  sparks  at  bay,    for  at  least  a  little  while.        “    i’m  sure  you  know  a  great  many  things,  doctor.      that  is  why  you  were  given  your  title.  “          what  could  he  possibly  know?        as  she  said,    a  great  many  things.      what  she  was,    what  she  has  done,    who  her  mother  was    ...      this  could  all  be  remedied  with    A  MEMORY  SPELL  .        it  was  a  simple  glamour  that  would  erase  her  presence  in  his  life  and  whatever  information  he  has  gathered.    she  loathed  to  manipulate  someone’s  mind,  however.    especially  one  as  brilliant  as  his.    the  mind  was  a  fragile  organ,    and  almost  always  reacted  poorly  to  being  tampered  with.    jaw  tightens  before  she  speaks,          “    w-what  exactly  do  you  know,  then?    please  tell  me.    “  

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# @drfrnkenstn​​  𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 .

death  ,          such  a  natural  part  of  life.        it  was  an  element  that  she  may  never  experience.      one  that  she  possessed  the  ability  to    REVERSE    if  need  be.    this  ability  was  not  used  often,  as  it  was  frowned  upon  in  the  magical  community,    but  she  personally  saw  no  wrongdoing  in  it  if  used  correctly.  sometimes  the  grim  reaper  appears  too  early,    eager  to  steal  a  soul  before  their  time  should  come.    her  chest  constricts  upon  seeing  a  poor  mangled  bird  on  the  side  of  a  cobble  stone  street.    an  innocent,  taken  too  soon.    the  warlock  bends  down  and  moves  her  skirts  out  of  the  way.    gentle  hands  take  the  corpse  within  her  grasp  before  eyes  flutter  closed.    a  few  whispered  words  of  latin,    and  purple  sparks  at  her  fingertips.    the  bird  flutters  to  life,    singing  sweetly.      a  smile  appears  as  she  strokes  its  wings  and  stands,    allowing  it  to  stay  with  her  for  as  long  as  is  needed.    the  gaze  of  an  onlooker  is  finally  noticed  as  eyes  lock.      “    oh,    dear  ...  “      lips  press  into  a  firm  line,    her  lighthearted  expression  completely  disappearing.        “    i  could  say  that  this  is  not  what  it  looks  like,  but  you  seem  far  more  intelligent  than  to  believe  such  a  lie.    “

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𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 - 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐈𝐋 | 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

this is purely because this song makes me feel some type of way

“ I want to know how it will end. “

“ I want to be sure of what it will cost. ”

“ I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me. ”

“ I want you to call me on your drug phone. ”

“ I want to keep you alive so there is always the possibility of murder later. ”

“ I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire. ”

“ I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win. ”

“ I want the name of the ruiner. ”

“ I want matches in case I have to suddenly burn. ”

“ I want you to know that being kind is overrated. ”

“ I want to write my secret across your sky. ”

“ I want to watch you lose control. ”

“ I want to watch you lose. ”

“ I want to know exactly what it's going to take. ”

“ I want to see you insert yourself into glory. ”

“ I want your touches to scar me so I'll know where you've been. ”

“ I want you to watch when I go down in flames. ”

“ I want a list of atrocities done in your name. ”

“ I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back. ”

“ I want to remember when my nightmares were clearer. ”

“ I want to be there when your hot black rage rips wide open. ”

“ I want to taste my own kind. ”

“ I want to be wrapped in cold wet sheets to see if it's different on this side. ”

“ I want you to come on strong. ”

“ I want to leave you out in the cold. ”

“ I want the exact same thing but different. “

“ I want some soft drugs...some soft, soft drugs. “

“ I want to throw you. “

“ I want you to know: I know. ”

“ I want to know if you read me. “

“ I want to swing with my eyes shut and see what I hit. “

“ I want to know just how much you hate me, so I can predict what you'll do. “

“ I want you to know the wounds are self-inflicted. ��

“ I want a controlling interest. “

“ I want to be somewhere beautiful when I die. “

“ I want to be your secret hater. “

“ I want to stop destroying you, but I can't. “

“ — And I want, and I want, and I want, and I will always be hungry. ”

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Kaz looking extra good after knocking someone out

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#𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙾𝙽𝙴

@magicruins​​“ don’t be stupid, friend. ” baltasar @ freya

      low  growl  rumbled   from  her  throat   as  she  kept  her  distance .   she  never  did  trust  strangers .  maybe  the  reasoning  behind  that  was  the  FACT that  every  time  she  turned  around ,  someone  was  out  to  kill  her  and  the  others .  there  was  never  peace  within  the TOWN  .  and  something  about  this  other  being  caused  the  werewolf  to  remain  on  edge .  canines  showed .  cold  steel  blue  orbs   remained  narrowed .    he  called  her  FRIEND .  was  this  someone  who  knew  of  her  and  the  others ?  were  they  allies ?  she  still  didn’t  trust .

                “  hmm ,  stupid  would   be  allowing  my  GUARD  down .  i  prefer  to  stay  this  way . “

why  is  it  that  small  towns  always  seem  to  hold  dangerous  hidden  gems?    there  were  secrets  here.    ones  that  he  is  determined  to  uncover  by  any  means,    because  perhaps  those  secrets  could  be  of  use  to  him.    he  had  felt    A  PULL  here,  as  if  by  supernatural  means.    it  was  enough  to  make  this  place  a  temporary  home.    the  warlock  looks  upon  her  with  interest.    werewolves  were  RARE,  at  least  in  his  experience.    most,  if  not  all,  of  his  knowledge  and  encounters  with  her  species  has  come ��from  the  pages  of  books.      “  fine,  have  it  your  way.  “    a  nonchalant  shrug  is  given  as  he  keeps  a  comfortable  distance.      “    i’m  merely    WARNING  YOU  not  to  underestimate  me  and  my  survival  instincts  or  the  power  that  i  can  wield.  in  fact,  i  would  think  twice  about  an  attack.    anyway, i’m  not  here  to  harm  you.  “    not  in  this  instance,  anyway.    

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#𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂

@magicruins​​ sent: [BAR] // from baltasar to nicolas

The dark haired man sat alone beside an empty bar, a hand holding a glass filled with bourbon. His right foot gently tapped to the beat of an 80’s rock song playing in the background. He worn a black turtle neck with a grey wool jacket, black ripped jeans and brown boots. 

Nicolas had a classy style, and did not care what others think. He wanted to leave an impression in public by showing off his sense of style. 

The vampire heard the brief sound of a beating heart, before taking a sip of his drink. From the corner of his eye, a man took a seat beside him. Brown eyes briefly looked him over. Nicolas never recalled seeing him before, but that did not stop him from talking to someone new. “Do you come here often?” He asked, letting his British accent be revealed to the stranger.

always  dressed  for  someone’s  funeral.    that  is  what  someone  had  once  said  to  him  to  describe  his  style,    which  mainly  consisted  of  a  black  suit  and  tie,    no  matter  the  occasion  or  place.    the  comment  had  brought  a  cruel  smile  to  his  face.  even  here,  at  this  dingy  little  human  bar,  he  is  the    PICTURE  OF  DEADLY  GRACE.    black  leather  gloves  are  pulled  tight  against  his  wrist  as  he  moves  to  take  a  seat  at  the  bar.    

it  would  not  have  been  his  first  choice,  but  the  demon  he  has  come  to  deal  with  insisted  on  it.    promised  that  the  bar  had  charm.    if  it  did,  he  has  yet  to  see  it.  

he  orders  himself  a  bourbon  once  seated.  then  only  moments  pass  before  he  is  noticed  by  another,    which  did  not  surprise  him  in  the  slightest.  among  the  human  rabble,  one  with  magical  talent  would  appear  like  a  god.      “  is  that  the  best  OPENING  LINE  you  have?  “      his  lips  quirk  upward  in  amusement.    “  with  that  accent,  i’m  sure  you  can  usually  get  away  with  it.    to  answer  your  question,  no.    i  do  not  frequent  this  establishment.  “      head  tilts  in  order  to  get  a  better  look  at  the  other  male.    “    it  isn’t  exactly  up  to  my  high  standards.  no  offense,    if  you  do,  indeed,  come  here  often.  though  it  sounds  as  if  you  are  a  long  way  from  home.    am  i  right?  “  

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#𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙴𝙸

❛ you point that thing at me you better pull the trigger . ❜   \   @magicruins​   .

      THE THING BEING HIS HANDS,  which glowed a deep sapphire blue, while his kohl-lined eyes narrowed. but did he truly wish to add another infraction to his ever-growing list ?  the lowering of his hands indicates no, he doesn’t, but they remain at the ready to defend himself. or throw the first blow. whichever happened first should things escalate.  ❝ what is it that you want, then ?  i’m not a fan of uninvited guests, sconosciuto. ❞

a  face  of  calm  in  the  eye  of  the  storm.    though  threatening  between  the  lines,  words  had  flowed  smoothly  off  of  the  tip  of  his  tongue.    the  only  sign  of  his  guard  being  up  is  in  the  taut  muscles  of  his  shoulders  and  readied  hands  that  grow  warm  with  magic  at  his  sides.        “  oh,    i  have  heard  a  lot  about  you.    i  wanted  to  see  if  reality  matched  up  to    RUMOR  …  “        a  pause  as  curious  eyes  linger  from  head  to  toe,    taking  in  the  warlock  before  him  with  hidden  respect.      “    i  can  say,  so  far,  i  am  not  disappointed.    good.    because  i  have  come  a  long  way.    “    he  leans  against  a  nearby  wall,    making  himself  comfortable  in  the  other’s  environment.    “  strangers  we  may  be  now,  but  i  was  hoping  we  could  be  friends.   “      friendship  with  him  wasn’t  unconditional.  in  fact,  it  came  laden  with  conditions  and  favors.    “  i’m  baltasar.  pleased  to  meet  a  warlock  with  such  an  intriguing  reputation.  “  

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He is a liar and a bringer of death and he is smiling at you while he does it.

Travis Willingham (via lethriloth)

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#𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙴𝙳

IF    BAD    SITUATIONS    were    a    person,    they    surely    would    be    madly    in    love    with    joana.    it    was    the    only    possible    reason    why    she    attracted    trouble    everywhere    that    she    went.    c’mon,    it    was    supposed    to    be    one    drink,    one    drink    for    her    to    relax    and    see    sense    after    bickering    with    eli    again!    and    all    of    a    sudden    there    she    was,    with    the    type    of    person    jo    would    never    trust    :    a    witch.    a    drunk    one,    by    the    way.    ❝    i’m    jo.    just    jo.    ❞    she    responded,    clearly    unamused.    straight    eyebrows    curving    upwards    and    giving    away    how    concerned    she    was    in    that    moment.    damn.    those    witches    were    brutal!    ❝    wait.    don’t    you    think    he’s    gonna    be    pissed?    azurine,    that’s    a    terrible    idea…    c’mon,    let    me    take    you    home.    i    think    you’ve    had    enough    adrenaline    and    booze    for    one    night.    this    friend    of    yours,    he    seems    reasonable.    should    i    call    him    to    pick    you    up?    ❞    because    even    though    joana    hated    witches,    there    was    no    way    on    earth    she’d    leave    a    drunk    woman    who    was    prone    to    making    awful    decisions    unattended.   

the  witch’s  awareness  is  incredibly  hazy,          so  much  so  that  she  does  not  notice  her  companion  is  not  as  enthused  about  this  situation  as  she  is.      normally  she  was  an  empathetic  creature,    who  would  have  picked  up  on  the  differences  in  their  emotions.      embarrassment  was  bound  to  come  later.    right  now,    however,  she  was  determined  to    CAUSE  MISCHEIF.      “      jo,    that’s  a  beautiful  name.      you  can  call  me  az.    zzz,  that  feels  funny  on  the  tongue.    “          when  coming  up  with  this  plan,    the  witch  had  not  planned  on  the  club  being  such  a  maze.    she  pauses  at  a  crossroads  of  sorts.    right  or  left?    eenie,  meanie...      feet  tilt  left  to  head  in  that  direction  before  protests  are  given.      “    that’s  why  i’m  doing  this.    he  can’t  do  anything  to  me.    TRUST  ME.      i’m  ultra  powerful.      we’ll  be  safe  back  here!    i  can  zap  his  demon  thugs  and  you  can  do  your  wolfy  thing.    “      fingertips  wiggle,    sparks  flying  from  them.      nearby  lights  begin  to  flicker.      “    felix  is  the  best!    but  he  can’t  pick  me  up  before  i  have  some  fun.      come  on.      do  all  werewolves  worry  this  much?      “        she  shrugs  before  beginning  to  practically  skip  towards  the  path  she  had  chosen.    even  if  this  was  a  terrible  idea,    she  wasn’t  going  to  hear  it  in  her  current  state.    “  what  do  you   think   we   should   take?   i   wonder   if   he’s   got   anything   good   hidden   back   here.  “ 

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#𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙲𝙺𝚂

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙿𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂;    loneliness    branded    upon    their    souls    was    the    price    to    pay    for    Darius’    vain    ambition,    emotional    and    social    nurturing    forsaken    for    the    hazy    dream    of    elite    warlocks    who    would    act    without    hesitation    and    be    driven    by    ruthless    efficiency.    His    big    plan    had    failed    and    faltered    though,    and    the    PRIZES    he’d    collected    so    keenly    had    scattered    in    their    attempts    to    navigate    a    life    that    belonged    to    them    once    more.    Only    now,    when    they    all    seem    to    gravitate    back    into    each    other’s    lives,    does    the    true    extent    of    their    upbringing    make    itself    apparent,    and    it    makes    warlock’s    EMPATHETIC    heart    constrict    at    the    injustice    of    it    all.    She    was    sweet,    had    always    been    sweet,    and    the    man    who    was    supposed    to    protect    her    had    kept    her    LOCKED    AWAY    like    a    relic.    Even    back    then,    with    head    ducked    down    to    stay    out    of    trouble,    the    notion    had    seemed    monstrous    to    him    -    now    he    wishes    he’d    done    more    to    save    her    from    such    cruelty.

“    It’s    okay.    It    took    some    time    for    me    to    get    used    to    it    too    -    Mikel    has    the    patience    of    a    saint.    ”    He    lowers    himself    to    the    spot    on    the    floor    beside    her    without    hesitation,    back    to    the    wall    and    elbows    coming    to    rest    upon    raised    knees.    There    is    no    sense    is    hurrying    these    matters;    he    knows    from    experience    how    cracked    hearts    are    SLOW    TO    TRUST,    slower    still    to    believe    they    have    value    and    a    careful    pair    of    hands    willing    to    hold    it    all    together.    His    familiar    has    been    his    saving    grace    more    times    than    he    can    count,    now    he    thinks    it    is    time    to    extend    that    same    companionship    to    another.    “    I    should    have    helped    you    before,    when    we    were    kids.    I’m    sorry    that    I    didn’t…”    SHAME    makes    muddy    hues    almost    woeful,    but    there    is    no    reservation    in    hand    that    is    offered    to    her,    a    silent    gesture    of    solidarity    and    (    he    hopes    )    comfort.    “    But    I’m    with    you    this    time.    You    won’t    be    alone    again,    I    promise.    ”

in  another  reality,      they  might  have  been  friends.        had  circumstance  not  pitted  her  against  the  rest  of  them.      IT  WAS  WITHIN  HER  BIRTHRIGHT  TO  BE  ISOLATED.      a  one  of  a  kind.      throughout  the  years,    she  has  searched  for  possible  would-be  siblings.      many  warlocks  shared  the  same  demonic  parent  after  all,      but  nothing  ever  came  of  it.      either  they  were  better  at  hiding  than  her  or  she  was  truly  alone.      the  latter  seemed  more  likely.        “    mikel,      your  familiar...  you’re  lucky  to  have  found  him.    “          a  small  smile  graces  her  lips.        finding  a  familiar  was  rare,    given  how  they  were  made.      warlocks  with  criminal  pasts  that  had  not  ultimately  ended  in  their  demise.      they  are  given  a  chance  to  atone.    she  hopes,  should  anyone  judge  her  for  the  measures  she  has  had  to  take  to  survive,  that  they  will  offer  her  such  a  chance.      it  takes  strength  not  to  stand  when  felix  takes  his  place  on  the  floor.    not  that  she  does  not  want  to  be  close    --      in  fact  she’s  desperately  wanting  to  gently  be   held,    but  her  body’s  reaction  does  not  align  with  her  heart’s  desires.    frame  shifts,    shoulders  hunching  and  hands  move  from  her  sides  to  cling  together  in  her  lap.     

the  apology  makes  everything  within    ACHE  .        it  would  have  been  nice  to  have  a  hero,      someone  to  charge  into  her  uncle’s  prison  and  rescue  her.      but  that  was  not  to  be  and  it  was  not  felix’s  fault.      “    no,    please  ...    “      head  shakes,    a  few  strands  of  hair  falling.      “    you  are  not  to  blame.      i  never  thought  any  of  you  were    AT  FAULT  .        my  resentment  was  always  reserved  for  him  ...      and  myself.      i  could,    i  could  have  gotten  out.    perhaps  it  was  a  trap  of  my  own  making.    “      eyes  linger  on  the  hand  offered.      it  fills  her  with  gratitude  that  he’s  willing  to  even  offer  up  such  a  gesture.    she  slowly,  hesitantly,  unlatches  her  fingers  and  softly  places  them  within  his  own.    the  warmth  of  his  hand  filling  warmth  within  her  chest.      “    thank  you.    a-and  i’m  with  you  too.    we  were  taught  that  we  are  creatures  unworthy  of  intimacy,    companionship.    i’m  ready  to  prove  him  wrong.    “        defiance  colors  her  tone  as  she  gives  his  hand  a  determined  squeeze.        “  i  just  want  you  to  promise  me  something.  if  anything  gets  out  of  hand,    if  i  get  out  of  hand,    you’ll  do  what  you  need  to.    “  

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plops down a starter call!  i will probably approach for plotting if i can’t think of anything.   please specify which muse you’d prefer! 

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anyone, but felix or lucius:  calls baltasar ‘bal’ baltasar:  so ... you’ve chosen DEATH 

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#𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙲𝙺𝚂

𝙰 𝙱𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶    ?    He    can’t    see    it;    how    the    affliction    of    his    birth    is    a    good    thing    -    not    when    hellish    power    courses    through    his    veins,    not    when    he    was    DISCARDED    by    his    mother    for    the    very    condition    of    his    being.    If    there    was    no    place    for    him    with    ther    then    the    world    had    surely    already    cast    its    judgement    on    him.    No,    he    is    most    certainly    cursed    and,    in    his    mind,    CONDEMNED;    he’s    always    thought    so,    always    resented    how    eternity    stretches    out    so    smugly    to    a    solitary    creature    like    him    too    wrong    to    belong.    Derisive    snort    escapes    him,    humour    wry    and    resentful    as    a    brief    shake    of    the    head    causes    tousled    curls    to    bounce    slightly.    “    None    of    us    were    popular.    He    made    sure    of    that    -    and    you’re    as    far    from    common    as    it    is    possible    to    get.    What    we    are    has    ALWAYS    suited    you.    ”

DOES    HE    KNOW    HOW    IMPOSSIBLY    INFURIATING    HE    IS    ?    Posing    a    question    so    simply    as    if    he’s    forgotten    how    intricately    complicated    this    unspoken    thing    between    them    is,    as    if    he’s    not    being    asked    to    display    hearts    inner    most    workings    and    DESIRES    for    the    other    to    inspect.    Eyes    briefly    widen    at    the    gravity    of    that    which    he    is    asked    and    indecisiveness    nearly    paralyzes    him.    “    …Depends.    ”    Gaze    lingers    with    steady    caution,    response    intentionally    vague    whilst    arms    fold    over    his    chest    and    shoulders    hunch    ever    so    slightly,    as    if    he    is    trying    to    cocoon    himself.    In    this    moment    -    a    PRECARIOUS    situation    -    there’s    a    fine    line    between    safeguarding    his    heart    and    CRUSHING    this    most    delicate    of    moments    between    hands    too    clumsy    to    know    how    to    handle    it.    If    only    the    other    knew    how    his    chest    aches    with    unrivalled    longing    at    the    mere    thought    of    standing    side    by    side    in    life,    defying    all    odds    that    have    tried    to    come    between    them.    Reluctant    sigh    is    almost    distressed,    VULNERABLE    as    he    sets    his    sights    determinedly    straight    ahead,    as    if    the    wall    has    suddenly    become    of    great    interest    to    him.    “    If    I    were    to    say    such    a    thing,    would    you    mock    me    for    it    ?    Push    me    away    ?    ”

DARIUS                                  the  name  of  the  man  that  felix  seemingly  refuses  to  speak,    as  if  doing  so  would  breathe  back  life  into  their  mentor.      it  wouldn’t  work  that  way.    he  has  childishly  tried  every  trick  in  the  book,    even  those  that  are  forbidden.    what  good  was  learning  necromancy  if  he  couldn’t  bring  back  those  most  important  to  him?    his  powers  could  only  reach  so  far.    the  darkest  depths  of  hell  being      OFF  LIMITS    apparently.        “    popularity  is  overrated  anyway.      darius  ...    you  can  say  his  name,    you  know..    he  knew  we  were  meant  for    GREATER  THINGS  .      “          steadfast  loyalty  is  obvious  in  his  admiring  tone.      the  words  that  follow  out  of  the  others  lips  almost  make  his  cold  heart  swell.    the  quirk  of  his  lips  cannot  be  hidden,    even  when  trying  to  subtly  do  so  underneath  the  rim  of  his  glass.    pride  is  the  warlock’s  greatest  sin.        “      quite  a  compliment  from  you.      we  should  mark  the  occasion  somehow.      any  suggestions?        i  could  think  of  a  few      WICKED    WAYS      ...      “        

the  air  becomes  hotter  as  minutes  tick  by.      the  question  he  posed  hanging  between  them  like  a  noose.    which  of  them  would  be  the  first  to  step  up  and  take  the  deadly  leap?    mouth  parts,    hesitating  upon  noticing  the  way  doe-like  hues  widen  ever  so  slightly.    a  mixture  of  amusement  and  panic  dance  along  the  murky  waves  in  his  own  ocean  colored  eyes.    neither  want  their    DARKEST    &    MOST  HOLY  DESIRES    on  display.    to  do  so  would  be  offering  ammunition  to  be  used  against  them  for  later,    either  by  each  other  or  by  the  world.    this,  their  relationship,    has  become  a  decades  long  tangle  of  mostly  repressed  emotion.    they  always  linger  upon  the  surface.    perhaps  he  has  found  himself  wanting  to    BOIL  OVER  and  to  drag  the  other  down  along  with  him,    because  that  is  what  being  with  him    (  side  by  side  )    would  be  like  for  felix.    the  demon  corrupting  his  precious  angel.    a  moment  passes  after  another  question  is  offered.    decisions  quickly  being  made.    this  moment  could  proceed  in  many  different  ways.    of  course,  the  obvious  being    THE  MOCKING  that  the  other  worries  about.  it  might  be  refreshing  to  change  it  up    --    be  spontaneous  and  unpredictable.    fingers  tap  upon  the  glass  pressed  to  his  palm  before  setting  it  upon  the  ledge.    form  slithers  fluidly  towards  the  other,    taking  possession  of  felix’s  chin  between  his  fingers,  to  force  the  other’s  gaze  upon  him.      “    no,  not  this  time.    though  i  can’t  promise  that  it’ll  always  be  this  way.    “