w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

"Oh my fucking god, Montague," Tybalt hissed, taking a step back as Romeo fell back. "Don't act like that's the worst thing to ever happen to you, not when you kept finding excuses to touch me and look at my lips and shit. You have no right to be all fucking scandalized about it," he said, taking some sort of offense at Romeo's reaction to this. "You should feel fucking lucky that I'm even wasting my time on you."

closed w/ @sessy-timesforcharlo

After a little under two months, Tybalt was finally ready to get back into doing one of his passions aside from threatening people: performing in drag. He returned to his usual stomping ground, ready to show off and perform, the Emcee giving him a loud and uproarious introduction that the two had previously agreed on to get the crowd hyped. "Folks! It's his first show back in a while! He hates water but will get you wet! He always lands on his feet! Put your paws together for Prince Pussy." Tybalt came out in a proverbial blaze of glory, captivating the audience for the three-minute set he had for that night and boy howdy did he hate seeing Romeo there in the audience. He wouldn't let that get the best of him, not now at least.

After the set was a different story, though, cornering him and leaning over him and looking him in the eyes. "Such a brave little boy here without your guard dog," he taunted, referring to how it seemed Romeo never went to places like this without Mercutio there to fight his battles for him. His body glistened with sweat from his performance, his pale eyes narrowing down at the younger man.

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Gawain's body tensed a little as the two of them connected yet again, but almost instantly relaxed as Enjolras held him, kissing him again. He liked being held like this, in the safety of a locked room, a man who had braved challenges before, made him feel so incredibly at peace. He moaned softly against the other's lips, absentmindedly pressing his body against the other's.

“ can i kiss you? “ from enj to gawain, in the gardens

Gawain had been talking with the guest of his uncle, a boy around his age, since the formal dinner they had all had together. After dinner he'd shown him around the grounds, talking with him and getting to know each other better. Conversation had lulled when they got to the gardens where they now sat together, looking up at the stars every so often and his company even more often. As he heard the question, he looked a bit surprised to say the least, he would have really liked to kiss him, and he wouldn't want to deny an esteemed guest like that. He glanced towards the castle and then back at him, knowing where they were in the gardens weren't visible to those on the second floor of the castle. "If you'd like," he replied, his voice shaking slightly, excited that he'd been asked to share in a kiss. "I would be honored to receive a kiss from you, Mr. Enjolras."

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As they passed others, Gawain gave a nod of greeting, doing his best to act as though everything was normal. He chased the feeling of Enjolras’ hand in his, their bodies against each other. Once they were in the privacy of the room with the door locked, his eyes drifted back to the other man’s lips. He took a half-step of an approach closer to him, feeling his heart racing, feeling the blood pumping to his face. “Should we- should we continue?”

“ can i kiss you? “ from enj to gawain, in the gardens

Gawain had been talking with the guest of his uncle, a boy around his age, since the formal dinner they had all had together. After dinner he'd shown him around the grounds, talking with him and getting to know each other better. Conversation had lulled when they got to the gardens where they now sat together, looking up at the stars every so often and his company even more often. As he heard the question, he looked a bit surprised to say the least, he would have really liked to kiss him, and he wouldn't want to deny an esteemed guest like that. He glanced towards the castle and then back at him, knowing where they were in the gardens weren't visible to those on the second floor of the castle. "If you'd like," he replied, his voice shaking slightly, excited that he'd been asked to share in a kiss. "I would be honored to receive a kiss from you, Mr. Enjolras."

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Tybalt was a little taken aback by the feeling of the other man’s hands on his chest to push him back, feeling a sense of warmth at the point of contact. His eyes stayed fixed on Romeo’s feeling a sudden shift in the air between them, as if all that had been missing from the moment was touch between them. His head was reeling, his heart beating faster as his body took over the rest for him, sending him surging forward just enough to lock their lips together roughly.

closed w/ @sessy-timesforcharlo

After a little under two months, Tybalt was finally ready to get back into doing one of his passions aside from threatening people: performing in drag. He returned to his usual stomping ground, ready to show off and perform, the Emcee giving him a loud and uproarious introduction that the two had previously agreed on to get the crowd hyped. "Folks! It's his first show back in a while! He hates water but will get you wet! He always lands on his feet! Put your paws together for Prince Pussy." Tybalt came out in a proverbial blaze of glory, captivating the audience for the three-minute set he had for that night and boy howdy did he hate seeing Romeo there in the audience. He wouldn't let that get the best of him, not now at least.

After the set was a different story, though, cornering him and leaning over him and looking him in the eyes. "Such a brave little boy here without your guard dog," he taunted, referring to how it seemed Romeo never went to places like this without Mercutio there to fight his battles for him. His body glistened with sweat from his performance, his pale eyes narrowing down at the younger man.

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Ephraim nodded, enjoying the fact that Roger was so fully ready to let him do whatever he wanted, and that was the whole dramatic show. "Good," he said softly, his body tense as a red smoke began rolling over the somewhat rotting floor, his sclerae soon taking over the entire real estate of his eyes. A large, pulsating stone tablet materialized in front of Roger, floating at about chest height. While it was carved in a language beyond human comprehension, Roger's full name was carved into the top of the slab. "You said you would do whatever it takes," he said, his nails sharpening into almost talons. "All your dreams coming true, the promise of a lasting legacy, the financial freedom to do whatever you want for all your life, and all it takes is the promise of your eternal servitude after you pass. I can even guarantee you no less than 30 more years of that life before you pass," he said, his voice coming out in a more intimate purr as he moved to stand behind Roger. "All your dreams can come true. I can make your life all you could ever want. All you want, and all you need to do is promise and bleed for me."

{Starter for @w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l: Ephraim Stone x Roger Davis}

This was a big night for Roger and his band. Lately he had been deciding to once again focus on his music. He got some guys together from a local grunge bar that he frequented and they began a band. Since they had come on the scene the popularity has grown for them leading to them playing in some of the biggest grunge bars in the city, festivals or other grunge/ punk events. Tonight was one of those evenings. They were playing at a large well known spot in the city. He was currently sitting at the bar enjoying a drink before the show to help loosen himself up a little bit. After a moment he sensed a presence approach the bar. He turns his head and noticed a tall, handsome man in a suit with well maintained silver hair that was streaked with a little grey and a well manicured beard. He also appeared to be in a black shirt that was opened wide enough to show a decent slathering of white chest hair across his muscular and broad chest. He didn’t look fully like the type of guy who would come to his shows. Just his essence dripped with desire, lust and pure sex. Something that truly Roger avoided most of the time to focus more on his career. Even his best friend/ roommate has suggested that he needs to ‘get back out there’ but he has no interest. This man seemed like he would definitely deter that ideology easily.

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“Well, the bare minimum would be I give you the contract and a pen, you sign, things feel a little different as I take you to get get professional photos taken, and the more theatrical version includes a lot more gravitas and a contract that actually seems to have more weight to it. Both have the same outcome so it’s really just up to your preference,” he explained, setting the coffee cup down with no intention on ever picking it up again, though he kept his eyes fixed on Roger. “Before we do though, is there any questions you have for me,” he began, noticing that the human seemed a little taken aback by the use of his name and decided to double down, to see just how much Roger would overlook for his dream, before finishing his question, “Roger Davis?” He tilted his head slightly, less like a curious child as the motion so often called to mind, and more along the lines of a predator staring down its prey, ready to pounce if given the chance.

{Starter for @w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l: Ephraim Stone x Roger Davis}

This was a big night for Roger and his band. Lately he had been deciding to once again focus on his music. He got some guys together from a local grunge bar that he frequented and they began a band. Since they had come on the scene the popularity has grown for them leading to them playing in some of the biggest grunge bars in the city, festivals or other grunge/ punk events. Tonight was one of those evenings. They were playing at a large well known spot in the city. He was currently sitting at the bar enjoying a drink before the show to help loosen himself up a little bit. After a moment he sensed a presence approach the bar. He turns his head and noticed a tall, handsome man in a suit with well maintained silver hair that was streaked with a little grey and a well manicured beard. He also appeared to be in a black shirt that was opened wide enough to show a decent slathering of white chest hair across his muscular and broad chest. He didn’t look fully like the type of guy who would come to his shows. Just his essence dripped with desire, lust and pure sex. Something that truly Roger avoided most of the time to focus more on his career. Even his best friend/ roommate has suggested that he needs to ‘get back out there’ but he has no interest. This man seemed like he would definitely deter that ideology easily.

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Tybalt would have hated to admit it, but he found himself feeling kind of turned on hearing Romeo’s small growl. He liked when men so clearly challenged him, and frankly he’d been under the impression that Romeo was too much of a coward to actually do anything to him; he certainly was too cowardly to even push him away. “You wound me, Montague,” he teased mockingly. “You could have left at any time while I was performing, and yet here you are. The show’s over and you’re still here. I knew you were a coward, but I didn’t take you for a liar, too.”

closed w/ @sessy-timesforcharlo

After a little under two months, Tybalt was finally ready to get back into doing one of his passions aside from threatening people: performing in drag. He returned to his usual stomping ground, ready to show off and perform, the Emcee giving him a loud and uproarious introduction that the two had previously agreed on to get the crowd hyped. "Folks! It's his first show back in a while! He hates water but will get you wet! He always lands on his feet! Put your paws together for Prince Pussy." Tybalt came out in a proverbial blaze of glory, captivating the audience for the three-minute set he had for that night and boy howdy did he hate seeing Romeo there in the audience. He wouldn't let that get the best of him, not now at least.

After the set was a different story, though, cornering him and leaning over him and looking him in the eyes. "Such a brave little boy here without your guard dog," he taunted, referring to how it seemed Romeo never went to places like this without Mercutio there to fight his battles for him. His body glistened with sweat from his performance, his pale eyes narrowing down at the younger man.

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Cesare, as so often was the case since meeting their new friend, was overcome with the desire to hug Grantaire, not for his benefit, but in a way to prove to themself that this was all real. For all his life he wanted a friend like this, someone who would look him in the eye and see him as a person and to validate his eccentricities.

Grantaire was right, neither of them really fit in much anywhere, but maybe that meant they could not fit in together. “That’s beautiful,” he said softly, not certain what to do except to gently extend his pinky on the counter to brush against Grantaire’s hands in a display of wordless solidarity.

“End of the day, human life is just a means to an end. Our means to our end.” @T0daysgoneby (Vampire Grantaire)

@t0daysgoneby

Cesare had only just recently been turned into a vampire. Despite it having been all he ever wanted, there was still a good amount of getting used to to do. But, just like at their start as a goth, what they needed to get accustomed and not feel so alone was to find community. He'd found that community after a good amount of searching and now he'd found somewhere full of people like him. They nodded, trying to truly process what the other was saying. He felt his body shake a bit before slowly looking him in the eyes. "When does it get easier? Taking a human life," he asked, voice somewhat shaky as his mind flashed back to the memory of his first human he killed so that he could live, the way the skin on that dead body looked like it was vacuum sealed around his body with not a drop of blood left in them.

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Ephraim noticed the shaking of his hand and felt even more vindicated in his decision to approach Roger on this; the human seemingly wanted this so bad he was nervous to do anything to mess it up. He nodded a thank you and brought the coffee to his lips, he was of course expecting low quality, but god this was bad, he was glad Roger would soon be doing better for himself and would be able to get proper coffee. “No artist wants their art to go unnoticed, Mr. Davis. I can make all your dreams come true, I just need something from you first,” he said, a glint in his eye as the steam coming from his coffee turned red for a moment. “My only question for you is would you like full theatrics about it or just bare minimum from me in our deal,” he asked, truly hoping he could go all out, summoning smoke, making Roger pierce his skin and smear his blood on a stone tablet carved in a language incomprehensible to the human mind, and then go with him to get professional pictures taken that would be used in his otherworldly press tour.

{Starter for @w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l: Ephraim Stone x Roger Davis}

This was a big night for Roger and his band. Lately he had been deciding to once again focus on his music. He got some guys together from a local grunge bar that he frequented and they began a band. Since they had come on the scene the popularity has grown for them leading to them playing in some of the biggest grunge bars in the city, festivals or other grunge/ punk events. Tonight was one of those evenings. They were playing at a large well known spot in the city. He was currently sitting at the bar enjoying a drink before the show to help loosen himself up a little bit. After a moment he sensed a presence approach the bar. He turns his head and noticed a tall, handsome man in a suit with well maintained silver hair that was streaked with a little grey and a well manicured beard. He also appeared to be in a black shirt that was opened wide enough to show a decent slathering of white chest hair across his muscular and broad chest. He didn’t look fully like the type of guy who would come to his shows. Just his essence dripped with desire, lust and pure sex. Something that truly Roger avoided most of the time to focus more on his career. Even his best friend/ roommate has suggested that he needs to ‘get back out there’ but he has no interest. This man seemed like he would definitely deter that ideology easily.

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

Ephraim's smile met his eyes as he stepped inside, instantly realizing that giving this man all he wanted would no doubt enable him to do a wholly sinful level of indulgence, and in that moment, he knew this was more than worth his time. "Just some coffee. Black is preferred," he said, nodding as he passed Roger, almost instantly making himself at home, standing near one of the large windows overlooking the street below. "Since you're the only one here, I'd imagine it's safe to say that you've decided to go solo with this deal. I hope there aren't any hard feelings between you and the rest of them," he stated, though frankly, he did hope there was some animosity there; if the others dreamed of success like he was going to give Roger, there could be even more room to get deals and cause envy among the group. "Unfortunate, but nobody remembers anyone but the Frontman anyway. Nobody's favorite member of Nirvana is Krist Novoselic."

{Starter for @w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l: Ephraim Stone x Roger Davis}

This was a big night for Roger and his band. Lately he had been deciding to once again focus on his music. He got some guys together from a local grunge bar that he frequented and they began a band. Since they had come on the scene the popularity has grown for them leading to them playing in some of the biggest grunge bars in the city, festivals or other grunge/ punk events. Tonight was one of those evenings. They were playing at a large well known spot in the city. He was currently sitting at the bar enjoying a drink before the show to help loosen himself up a little bit. After a moment he sensed a presence approach the bar. He turns his head and noticed a tall, handsome man in a suit with well maintained silver hair that was streaked with a little grey and a well manicured beard. He also appeared to be in a black shirt that was opened wide enough to show a decent slathering of white chest hair across his muscular and broad chest. He didn’t look fully like the type of guy who would come to his shows. Just his essence dripped with desire, lust and pure sex. Something that truly Roger avoided most of the time to focus more on his career. Even his best friend/ roommate has suggested that he needs to ‘get back out there’ but he has no interest. This man seemed like he would definitely deter that ideology easily.

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Amos grinned down at him, trying his best to truly take in the position of being the dominant and domineering porn star they both really enjoyed watching. It was exhilarating to roleplay in this way with the man he loved, going far out of their usual roleplay scenarios, which tended to steer more towards the doctor and patient dynamic. He kept his eyes fixed on Roger, wanting to watch his expression as he fucked into him. So often they made love, but now it was all about just fucking and they were both so incredibly desperate for it. He couldn't feel anything of course, apart from the apparatus rubbing against his clit, but he was playing the role of someone with an actual cock and therefore grunted softly, just as Ephraim fucked into him. "You feel so good, baby. You're a good little slut for me," he breathed, pumping into him harder with each thrust.

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After months and months of planning, it was all finished. Amos and Roger had finally tied the knot and had just been seen off by their guests after the reception. It had been the best night of Amos's life, hands down, and thanks to their wedding planner, they had gotten a suite near the airport they were to spend the night before heading out for their honeymoon the following day. The plane was set to leave in the afternoon the following day, meaning the two of them had plenty of time to have some fun by themselves beforehand. In the elevator to their room, Amos leaned in to whisper in his now husband's ear, "I have a special surprise for you tonight, baby." His voice was a low, seductive growl, letting his hands snake under his husband's blazer to hold his waist. "And it's more than just some sexy underwear," he added, his voice almost a whisper.

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The next day, just as he promised, Ephraim found his way to Roger's home, where he knocked on the door wearing a perfectly tailored suit and shirt unbuttoned enough to show a tantalizing amount of chest hair.

He knocked on the door, ready and eager to sign a new soul up for eternal servitude and probably fuck him, something he would be more than happy to do, and all he needed to do in return was make Roger rich and famous. They hadn't exchanged names, but it was going to be a good time, all things considered. He'd been sure to put on a heavy spray of a rich and earthy cologne just to get even more thoughts going in his prey.

{Starter for @w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l: Ephraim Stone x Roger Davis}

This was a big night for Roger and his band. Lately he had been deciding to once again focus on his music. He got some guys together from a local grunge bar that he frequented and they began a band. Since they had come on the scene the popularity has grown for them leading to them playing in some of the biggest grunge bars in the city, festivals or other grunge/ punk events. Tonight was one of those evenings. They were playing at a large well known spot in the city. He was currently sitting at the bar enjoying a drink before the show to help loosen himself up a little bit. After a moment he sensed a presence approach the bar. He turns his head and noticed a tall, handsome man in a suit with well maintained silver hair that was streaked with a little grey and a well manicured beard. He also appeared to be in a black shirt that was opened wide enough to show a decent slathering of white chest hair across his muscular and broad chest. He didn’t look fully like the type of guy who would come to his shows. Just his essence dripped with desire, lust and pure sex. Something that truly Roger avoided most of the time to focus more on his career. Even his best friend/ roommate has suggested that he needs to ‘get back out there’ but he has no interest. This man seemed like he would definitely deter that ideology easily.

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"Not too long really, but they've been summoning ghouls like me and the others since the start- free labor and all it takes is a ritual," he said casually.

"I was only summoned in about 2004, mainly tasked with helping around the ministry, but when they decided to let another ghoul go their own way and The Ghost Project needed someone to fill their place, they had me take over the spot," he added, looking back at the dead body in the swamp, considering for a moment if he would be able to eat it.

“The songs the head of the ministry sings are kind of story driven sometimes. Mostly about his own life or current events or songs to comfort the people who listen to them but they’re still stories in a way,” he said casually.

“The ministry of Ghost is like every other ministry I guess, spreading the word and such,” he explained. He wasn’t entirely sure how other ministries operated but he assumed it was at least similar in a way, though. He didn’t think other ministries summoned beings beyond their realm to help out like his had done, summoning a gaggle of demons to help play their music and spread their agenda.

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Tybalt leaned closer to him, keeping his eyes fixed on the younger man's. "Yeah? Are you trying to convince me or yourself in saying that?" he asked mockingly, raising his eyebrow as he spoke. He was trying not to let Romeo get under his skin by instead getting under his skin first. Hearing the quiet admission caused a grin to tug at the corner of his lips. "Something different, huh? Did you enjoy yourself on your little exploration then?"

closed w/ @sessy-timesforcharlo

After a little under two months, Tybalt was finally ready to get back into doing one of his passions aside from threatening people: performing in drag. He returned to his usual stomping ground, ready to show off and perform, the Emcee giving him a loud and uproarious introduction that the two had previously agreed on to get the crowd hyped. "Folks! It's his first show back in a while! He hates water but will get you wet! He always lands on his feet! Put your paws together for Prince Pussy." Tybalt came out in a proverbial blaze of glory, captivating the audience for the three-minute set he had for that night and boy howdy did he hate seeing Romeo there in the audience. He wouldn't let that get the best of him, not now at least.

After the set was a different story, though, cornering him and leaning over him and looking him in the eyes. "Such a brave little boy here without your guard dog," he taunted, referring to how it seemed Romeo never went to places like this without Mercutio there to fight his battles for him. His body glistened with sweat from his performance, his pale eyes narrowing down at the younger man.

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Gawain felt his heart skip a beat as the lingering fat on the apple of his cheek was rubbed by the king's guest. It was all happening so fast, but it was so incredibly exciting to him to get to see him like this, and he was truly looking forward to kissing him more. He couldn't help but feel a rush in his core again as he was pulled to his feet. There was nothing more he could think to say, rather just eagerly going along with him to the guest chamber.

“ can i kiss you? “ from enj to gawain, in the gardens

Gawain had been talking with the guest of his uncle, a boy around his age, since the formal dinner they had all had together. After dinner he'd shown him around the grounds, talking with him and getting to know each other better. Conversation had lulled when they got to the gardens where they now sat together, looking up at the stars every so often and his company even more often. As he heard the question, he looked a bit surprised to say the least, he would have really liked to kiss him, and he wouldn't want to deny an esteemed guest like that. He glanced towards the castle and then back at him, knowing where they were in the gardens weren't visible to those on the second floor of the castle. "If you'd like," he replied, his voice shaking slightly, excited that he'd been asked to share in a kiss. "I would be honored to receive a kiss from you, Mr. Enjolras."

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"You could pick a new name for yourself if you wanted, but I like Grantaire for you. It sort of reminds me of Voltaire," he said with a small smile. "But yeah- then I packed what I could in a suitcase and got the hell out of America. I know it's bad all around, but I was a constant target there and I took French in high school, plus Paris is a big city, I figured nobody would notice if I drank some people," they added.

"I've been meaning to try to get into the catacombs and get a lay of the land. That way I could have easy grounds for feeding if I need to," they paused, finishing their drink, "What made you stay here? After all the bad memories here, why not leave?"

“End of the day, human life is just a means to an end. Our means to our end.” @T0daysgoneby (Vampire Grantaire)

@t0daysgoneby

Cesare had only just recently been turned into a vampire. Despite it having been all he ever wanted, there was still a good amount of getting used to to do. But, just like at their start as a goth, what they needed to get accustomed and not feel so alone was to find community. He'd found that community after a good amount of searching and now he'd found somewhere full of people like him. They nodded, trying to truly process what the other was saying. He felt his body shake a bit before slowly looking him in the eyes. "When does it get easier? Taking a human life," he asked, voice somewhat shaky as his mind flashed back to the memory of his first human he killed so that he could live, the way the skin on that dead body looked like it was vacuum sealed around his body with not a drop of blood left in them.

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“The songs the head of the ministry sings are kind of story driven sometimes. Mostly about his own life or current events or songs to comfort the people who listen to them but they’re still stories in a way,” he said casually.

“The ministry of Ghost is like every other ministry I guess, spreading the word and such,” he explained. He wasn’t entirely sure how other ministries operated but he assumed it was at least similar in a way, though. He didn’t think other ministries summoned beings beyond their realm to help out like his had done, summoning a gaggle of demons to help play their music and spread their agenda.

Sodo nodded, finding that to be a surprisingly wholesome reason to be around humans so much and he fully didn’t know there were so genuinely pure motives in talking to humans. To be fair though, he only really interacted with primarily one family and those who worked for them.

“You don’t have to dull down for me if you don’t want to,” he said casually, his eyes going back to the body in the swamp, watching as a frog landed on it. “In a way I tell stories, too, I guess. I don’t sing, but I do help tell stories,” he said, drawing a shaky connection between the two of them despite being quite different all things considered.