#impiae

                                               “Shadow self.” 

             one is a vampire, the other is a demon. Guess who is who?

                              Ali Salvatore | Ravenna Astrape

“YER WASTIN’ yer time.”

He grunts, DISPLEASURE evident in his turn of phrase, eyes laser focused on the KNOT he ties off around the small STACK of papers he’d gathered from his most recent expedition, HUFFING softly to himself before glancing back up at her with a FURROWED brow and a DISPLEASED expression before his jaw tightens.

he’s      fidgeting      with       the      cufflinks      on      his      shirt,      suit      jacket      now       buttoned      as      excitement       rolls      in.     ❛      ya       ready,      princess      ?      time’s      a’nearing       to      get      these      pockets       nice      n’      fat.      ❜     it’s      a      risk                 using       her.      instead      of       richie     (      los      hermanos      geckos       is       no      more.     )     but      seth     ;      stubborn       isn’t       the      word      to      describe      this      outlaw.      the      lone      gecko      is      still      intending      on      the       dying      fat      &&      rich      fantasy.      settling      on       the      bed,      he      re-checks      his      glock,     hues      sliding      to      the      motel’s      bathroom      door      that’s      still      closed.     ❛      i’m       gonna      do      this      on      my      own,      if      you     take      any      longer.     ❜

He ROLLS his sleeve up idly, the blood dripping down from his arm now staining his shirt ( NOT THE FIRST TIME and it certainly wouldn’t be the last either ). He features furrow for a moment as he runs a hand across his face with a small, quiet groan. NOT HIS DAY apparently considering how it started out and how it’s progressed up to now.

ᴋɪss ᴀ ᴍᴇssʏ ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜɪsᴛ ﹗﹗﹗ accepting

🌹 – a kiss on the first date

    Mᴀʀᴄᴜs ᴡᴀsɴ·ᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀʟʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴅᴀᴛᴇs; ᴏʀ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ . Honestly he didn’t see what people saw in him . Behind his messianic complex lied a heap of trash ; and he knew it . He was absolutely filled to the brim with nerves . “ I know it’s nothing special . Filled with nervous , he tapped the pack of his cigarette pack to the back of his hand ., “ Sorry it wasn’t the Ritz .” He said nervously as he looked to the side . Only to be surprised when her lips touched his . “ What was that for ? ”

impiae  asked : ☁

                 𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓  𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖓’𝖙  𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗  𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖌𝖔𝖉,  𝖓𝖔𝖙  𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓  𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓  𝖍𝖎𝖘  𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘  𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖙  𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍  𝖍𝖊𝖗  𝖜𝖊𝖙  𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖘 ,  when  he  strongly  pulled  her  against  his  chest  where  the  shirt  was  now  glued  to  his  torso.  he   was  tired  of  fighting,  the  harsh  words  that  both  throw  at  each  other  without  thinking  about  what  the  other  might  OR  NOT  FEEL  with  such.  it  seems  none  of  them  care  anymore  about  each  others  feelings  and  have  they  ever  truly  cared ?  his  hands  are  GREED  AND  STRONG                    even  if  they  fight,  there  is  no  way  to  deny  the  tension  that  travels  between  them  and  right  now  all  the  god  could  feel  was  the  need  to  have  her  in  the  worst  and  at  the  same  time  best  of  ways.  it’s  with  greed  that  is  lips  that  are  now  clearly  wet  from  the  rain  meet  hers,  to  SHUT  HER  UP  but  also  to  taste  the  flavor  of  her  tongue.

send ❣️ if you think my muse is well-written! // accepting.