@lgendry​ asked: 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 (shifty eyes)

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 . 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‘ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ‘ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄’𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 . II not accepting II

Abraham’s small confession about finding him attractive hadn’t come as a surprise, not to Nandor who thought that in a way or another, everyone found something attractive about him, and those that claimed that didn’t, simply were in denial. -- They were friends, and honestly, Nandor found the other quite easy on the eye, sure, perhaps he found him to be a bit on the short side for a man, but who wasn’t short compared to Nandor.

The door remained locked from the inside, all to satisfy a mutual curiosity, one that he was sure that Abraham didn’t want anyone else knowing about, so the last thing Nandor wanted was someone bursting into the room and scare the other away.

julia’s blood lust. | accepting

                         ( she admits to herself - even as preternatural strength shoves WEAKENED mortal against the wall, cracking cold stone - that he had been the first worthy opponent she had BATTLED in a century. though he was pinned to stone a bruised, BLOODY mess the bride had a few close calls herself; wounds stained DIAPHANOUS gown shades of deep crimson, &. blood dripped from a cut lip. but now, now the VEXING hunter was defeated, &. the bride could claim her REWARD - his life force, leaking so freely wastefully from his wounds, smeared on his features, SEDUCING the monster within. julia is terrifyingly, MAGNIFICENTLY beautiful as all predators are, for there is no need to restrain BURNING thirst any longer, a wolf nearly foaming at the mouth in anticipation for the KILL. ) 

                         ( a single hand, gripping with the strength of IRON shackles, pins his wrists above his head, freezing breath still heavy from the EXERTION of recent confrontation. silhouette presses to his, aquiline nose brushing against his features - black gaze unnerving with their complete ABSENCE of light, the eyes of an unsympathetic MANEATER. the bride can taste his scent on his tongue, PALPABLE, the effort taken to not DEVOUR him even in these passing seconds is immense. a sigh, almost DISAPPOINTED, somehow escapes clenched teeth before restrained, accented cadence fills what little space there is between them. ) 

                         ‘ i must confess, it will be a pity killing you. you were a worthy opponent - but victory is mine, little hunter, and i take ... whatever i desire. ‘ 

   ❝ Close your eyes and hold out your hands ❞ She hoped the excited grin that she was desperately trying to repress wasn’t giving away too much about what was currently asleep in the pocket of her long coat. He’d been interested in learning about the other creatures she dealt with, had he not?

     ❝ Trust me, Abraham. I swear this isn’t a prank, on my honor. ❞