#devlinunderworldwarrior

Stubborn Love: A mixtape for the vampire and the demigod, a relationship consumed with blood and fire.

Devlin could hardly remember how it started, not that it mattered anymore. He’d been searching for herbs in the forest, and now shuddering with each succession of kisses. Somewhere in the back of his head, it felt wrong, but the thought that he was finally got to Priest and that so far, nothing bad happened- the other pushing him away was something he’d describe as bad- he’d saw things were going swell now. He couldn’t understand his sudden desire to perform this way, since he usually had better control than this. Yet something about this felt familiar- a similar association of death that was not all that malign. He can only attempt to describe it but he would never get close.

"Usually a handshake suffices for me, that is if I ever do greet anyone. What’s your name?" He’d like something to address him by.

Slipping into conversation after that was oddly easy, but hey, Priest wasn't going to bring it up. Not now, at least. The man seemed friendly enough, so there was no reason to yet question his actions.

"I'm Priest," he introduced himself, a smile flitting across his lips--the lips that had, up until just a few moments ago, had been held against the other man's. ...The man whom Priest didn't know the name of.

It was a shock to have an unfamiliar mouth against his own, and it left Priest too startled to do much about it. The kisses kept coming, and instead of doing anything to end them (they weren’t bad, after all, just surprising as hell) Priest carefully requited each one, confusion in every shift of lips.

        Fingers tapped nonchalantly on the wooden desk before her; one nail clicking after the other in a rhythmic tone. The surrounding atmosphere was absolutely reticent, painstakingly so. Never had she imagined that boredom would come upon her as Queen. Naturally, she'd be excessively busy. Not a moment to herself. Documents upon documents stacked before her atop her desk. Basically a taunt to the young monarch. It continued to build up the stress she was already plagued by. And that led to sleepless night; a countless amount of them. Just how long had it been since she was able to succumb to the world of sleep? Days? Weeks? Longer? A high possibility. If it wasn't stress preventing sleep, it was the nightmares. Not even this sense of tedium was able to put her under. How troublesome.

        A quiet sigh slipped from between scarlet lips, azure eyes roaming aimlessly around the study. Gazing over the portrait of the previous King. The large doors that sat parallel to her. The soft carpet beneath her. Small things to keep her occupied until that time arrived. Yes, she was waiting for something in particular. Having most of her work dwindle down to almost nothing meant free time. And usually during said time, the Ice Queen thought it appropriate to invite a friend to stay as long as they pleased. Or until more work was forced at the woman. Retaining her tapping, she reached up with her vacant hand to catch stray strands of platinum blonde between two fingers, twirling and twisting it before placing it back from where it slipped.

My character is in the hospital after being gone for days They have serious injuries and are lucky to be alive. How does your muse react when they find out?

    [ she had gotten careless. realized that. but it couldn't be stopped.       her own stupidity had finally caught up with her. wasn't like any       one cared anyways. the one person that did care vanished from       beside her. wished that he was here right now to tell her what       went wrong. couldn't remember how she ended up here after all.       was slow to sit up though, cobalt hues lifting to the doorway shortly       after he arrived. ]