MOVED

MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL FOR TONIGHT I SHALL NOT.

name:  N/A. Jovis is good!

star sign:  Libra

height:  5′7″

middle name: It’s my mom’s first name.

put your spotify on shuffle. first 6 songs: Burrito by Seether / Glitter and Gold by Garns Courtney / Can’t Get it Up if The Girl is Breathing? from Repo! The Genetic Opera / Save Me by Globus / Don’t Stop by InnerPartySystem / Judas by Lady Gaga

ever had a poem / song written about you?:  Pfft, no.

when was the last time you played air guitar?: It’s been a hot second, tbh.

a sound you hate and a sound you love?  Large crowds make my skin crawl, so that’s why I tend to travel with huge headphones for comfort and support. My favorite sound would just be baby’s laughing and giggling.

do you believe in ghosts?  Absolutely, that’s why my ass never dies in horror movies unless I’m high in them.

do you drive? Due to my diagnoses, I never had the chance to. I tend to ask for rides from family. [ I do pay them gas ofc. It isn’t cheap. ]

if so, have you ever crashed? My stepdad did try to teach me ONCE and I ran into the garage door. Been banned since.

what was the last book you read: The Scarlett Gospel by Clive Baker.

do you like the smell of gasoline?  Yee.

what was the last movie you saw:  Se7en. Got my sister to finally sit down and watch it.

what’s the worst injury you’ve ever had: Got pushed down these stairs with pebbles that fucked up my face real good when I was a kid. The kid that did it got his ass whopped though thanks to my mom telling off the other mom.

do you have any obsessions right now: Silent Hill... If that isn’t obvious.

do you tend to hold grudges:  I only have room in my heart to hate three people. I don’t think I have the energy to hold any other grudges, I don’t even hate anyone here; It’s the people in my IRL situation.

[[ continued from X ]]

@groazei​

Such horrid jesting from his most prized creature—and yet it only serves as further enticement, though Kuja would not have approached if it had not been of his own volition—allowed himself to be touched by such demonic fingertips, had it not been entirely his choice. His creature knew such truths by now—and no doubt knew well the meaning behind his pout, just as coy and devilish as the being before him.

“Then if that latter statement is honestly so, the ‘now’ shall most definitely translate to an indeterminate amount of time at my whim, and mine alone—but I’ve no doubt you certainly wouldn’t mind. You do enjoy my company, after all—” the pause is pointed, a high arching brow only arching higher as dark lips pout into a knowing smirk, “—do you not?”

   A smile so vicious, through tender lips revealed such menacing fangs. It was a silent promise there would be no ill blood spilled between them. For Alucard holds nothing against Kuja. [ In fact, Alucard was more than happy to spend company with him. ] The vampire could only grin a bit wider, too much so and it would have appeared like a rabid dog showing fangs. Instead, the touch is welcomed and excellent for the moment they share between the two. 

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@groazei​ 

   It was a rare QUIET moment between the two, a surely short respite between their on-going ( seemingly never-ending ) acts of DEPRAVITY. Eyes were fixed on Alucard, but alight with an unusual glitter of curiosity. There was an essence of shy wonder to his lingering watch. Unlike the usual trance he often went into when he dangerously allowed himself to soak in the cold beauty of this alluring DEVIL, his gaze was not as focused, as he peered and thought of something beyond the nigh youthful features of UTTER DEATH TAKEN FORM.

   Finally, his lips formed the question that has sat upon his tongue through this time, and truthfully, has persisted in the back of his mind for months and months… 

   “Can ah see… can ye show me HIM once again? That phantom of War,” he inquired in a hushed tone, hardly above a whisper, as if he expected furious consequence in retaliation to his meager request. 

   “The other side tae ye. If only tae sate a Holy Man’s damning curiosity, as ah know ye thrive on.” 

   ---   “ What is it with your constant desire for something long since dead   ---   ? ” 

   Alucard finds his words to be spat out yet smoothly spoken through the baritone of his voice. Eyes are kept tightly onto the holy man, now praying onto a deity and as such, betrayed the only holiness he could ever wish to taste. Anderson’s desire to reach faith and touch its grace was becoming a hassle, but something alucard could easily train him better in understanding. The vampire remains lounging about, easily swirling a mysterious red liquid within it that was better left to the imagination. One eye shifted to move in an amused blink as he continued.

   “ Do you hate me so much that you would rather be with the ghost of my past, Judas Priest? And here I thought you should know I do not give into the demands of those that do not hold my chain. ” 

   The elder stood up from his seat, his shadow casting over Anderson and himself with ease as multiple eyes began to blossom through like roses during summer. [ Yet, there was no soft breeze, no warm welcome. Just a cold reality that Alexander is losing his faith. ] As the vampire moved to stand by the window where the moonlight hit him perfectly, his red gaze never leaves the shining light of the crescent moon as he speaks.

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