the darkness hums

                       @dcimxs //  INFERNO BLAZED WITHIN HER MARBLE THROAT. ages. it had been ages since the immortal had quenched her thirst. why? the town of denali was SMALL. that’s why. she couldn’t do away with anyone local, as it would draw unnecessary attention   —   and she had NO intention of glutting herself on the likes of animal blood. with that thirst, however, came a noticeable lack of patience.    “    you’re blocking the entrance.    ”    came her monotonous tone, casting an irritated look up at the much taller immortal as she gestured to the shop. she needed to scope … find out who wouldn’t be missed in this miserable town.    “    if you would be so kind as to move, it would be greatly appreciated.    ”    a blatant lie. if he didn’t move on his own accord, she’d find a way to MAKE him.

                        THE WOMAN HAD BEEN MALLEABLE. had no one warned her of LAST EXODUS ? an angelic litheness had been her savage demise, a venturous soul betrayed her departing wanderlust. she had taken the devil’s path, and cerberus shredded her ivory throat. she had been a delicate vision, drained by her huntsman-- a shadowing LEVIATHAN. her HOWL had been lodged within a terminal esophagus, her arteries his ironclad elixir. this concluding, unsavory reverie accompanied his return to denali. his sated thirst relieved murderous craving; abolished a sinister dehydration. but a sniper knew their horizon, and a second victim was within range. his numb heart could have jolted with adrenaline at the prospect, yet he was frozen tundra, rooted by his anatomy’s frost. the area’s endangered hunt summoned another restless, weaponized creature.      “      your manners are as believable as mine.      ”      he remarked, bloodied irises devoid of her immortal image.

@dcimxs ♥’d.

                           “ i just take a book with me everywhere , it’s a habit. ”  she finally spoke to the individual who’d been giving her a strange look ever since she’d pulled a couple novels out of her purse , huffing a quiet sigh. why was that so strange to most people ?

bloodied eyes swept along the length of the leathered binding. “ it isn’t that. ” he pronounced, words perhaps a bit sharp for such a trivial conversation. “ is that an original print ? ” it seemed the only compassionate quality left to rot rested within paper-hearts of literate tomes.

 “          i swear to you,         deimos,           i will get a smile from you before i perish.           ” // @dcimxs

“ I wouldn’t count on it. ” he informs, allowing maroon irises to sidle toward her orientation. “ not in this millennia, not in the next. ”

DECAPITATED, SEVERED, by barbaric expertise. instinct propelled him before her; a personal, merciless, impregnable shield ( he was prepared to relinquish her the entirety of his crystalline blood-- if he had to ). his vision drew forth her EXQUISITE, PORCELAIN features, o b s c u r e d by flurries of stark snow, smothered by its icy crypt. a colosseum had been awakened by their primeval ancestors, and he refused to allow her entombed by its restructured, alaskan deliverance. a steely hand struck the waist of his scarlet tempest. “ MAGGIE. ” she did not require an unhinged knight, but he would swallow her counterarguments. “ come-- before the humans start their rioting idiocy. ”

         @dcimxs !! steady rage coursed through   long-dead   veins at the thought of current situations. how d a r e someone put everyone at risk like that?   crimson irises   flit about before settling upon the male, one of which she was uninterested in conversing with (( even more so, considering the circumstances )). though, much to her own   internal shock  ,   the immortal couldn’t help but call out ‘ hey – do you know what…exactly happened ?? ’ a stupid question, but one that she needed answered, for she hadn’t   a c t u a l l y   seen what had gone down; she’d merely heard whispers …. whispers that she hoped to be FALSE.

‘ FIRE and BRIMSTONE ! ’ -- the human tongue is W O R T H L E S S. their mortal embassies screech and bellow and h o w l. he has seen it through the dreadful millennia: the donning of pitchforks, torches, splintered stakes. his species existence has rested upon diligent subterfuge, and they are now the steel revolver’s hammer. the iron bullet has vacate its chamber; its trigger a frigid immortal. and, when he unearths their sanctuary of serenity, his gift will afflict them into a wasteland ( a twice-deceased corpse devoid of their cranium ) . humanoid rodents scurry like rats post consuming toxin. his index-- a chilled icicle-- is drawn linear across his jugular. in different circumstance, returning her query would have been self-prohibited. but they are now interlocked in this genocide. “ someone let their guard down, ” crimson mirrors crimson, “ and along with it their head. ”

EVENT: 01 - CHRISTMAS MARKET

‘ i KNOW we aren’t supposed t’ shop local… ’ the immortal whispers her coded message to keen ears. scarlet eyes scan the ( crowded ) streets of ambling townspeople from afar. ‘ but they do look appetizing, don’ they ? ’

the scents of cedar and peppermint were extinct to him; his vampiric senses pinned by iron-suffused individuals. they chose to venture-- their merriment festering lies-- and thus paraded themselves as facile targets. he stood diligent, an arm draped around his banshee’s wintry shoulders. “ I won’t stop you, ” he vowed, “ as long as you share. ”

his burdened words laid heavy upon the heart. his words echoed the tortured soul that laid within him. it confirmed her earlier suspicion, that a man like himself wasn’t easily persuaded. she would merely nod. she wouldn’t voice her opinion on the matter for she barely knew the man and therefore couldn’t judge. ‘ i don’t believe anything bad will happen. not as long as you are a willing participant of change. ’

" that would depend on the change you propose. ” a millennium of much the same roguish dread allowed little room for bettering. nothing serene had ever dealt him virtuous benevolence, and he held no righteous cause to command its pursuit. “ because nothing bad you may see can deter me. ” unless, of course, his IRISH BANSHEE stood threatened.