#malumvenus

SEND MY MUSE ‘YOU’RE GORGEOUS.’ TO SEE THEIR REACTION.

(OF COURSE YOU’RE NOT SORRY. I sorta reblogged it hoping you’d do it 

She heard the buzzing of her phone, groaning groggily she fumbled for her cell before she finally got it open. “Alex..do you know what time it is?” She rubbed her face, actually Elle didn’t even know the time. It was around somewhere near three in the morning. 

I just called to say...I love you. 

Elle was suddenly awake. She sat up a bit, rubbing her eyes again. “I.. Alex are you okay?” She asked, worried that..he might be.. No it was Alex. He loved life a bit too much to take it...right? “Alex where are you? Have you been drinking?” She didn’t want to dismiss him, of course not that was the last thing Elle wanted but... she didn’t want...to say it back and him forget about it the next day. 

“Where are you? Come over...” 

{ malumvenus }

Once upon a time there had been a beautiful princess, fair and kind. She had been betrothed to someone who would be a handsome king one day. Their kingdoms were to be united and they would rule, powerful and just. Once upon a time, a faerie saw that princess, and a faerie took that princess. The princess’s parents fell into despair and their kingdom was lost to war and strife. The princess was never seen again, declared dead, and great sadness was felt throughout the land. 

Once upon a time, eight years after being captured, that princess escaped from the fae. Unfortunately, she did not escape the years unchanged. The fae had affected everything about her from the way she moved to the very features upon her face. But more than that had changed- her heart had changed. Her kingdom had been brought to its knees and her parents executed by warlords- and it was all because she had gone missing and had been unable to fulfill the marriage that would have saved them all. 

She too had been thought dead, and rather than finding sadness in it, Tehra how seen it has an opportunity to train her body and start a new life. She dedicated herself to hunting creatures that stole children and destroyed families, determined to cut every last one down to save others from the same fate that had befallen her and her kin. 

And so, ten years after her escape, the princess stood tall, her body toned and lean and her movements fast and agile thanks to years of fae food. The sun was setting, and the changeling pulled her hood up over her chestnut locks. Silently, she walked into a tavern near the temple. It had been a long day of tracking, and it was time to take a drink before getting a room for the night.  Fortunately, no one in this village knew she was the princess- and she prayed they never would. 

                                                                       malumvenus

Lukas examined the rusted dagger hidden within the clear glass box. It was on the side of the room, certainly not the main attraction--that was the Viking Ship somehow situated in the middle of the room, despite its size--but something drew him to it. It was like this every time he came into the Viking Ship Museum. Sure, it was mostly ships and the tools with which to build them, but there was other items that also belonged to the Vikings scattered through out. 

                  But this dagger always caught his eye, every time. 

The staff of the museum all knew him by name, since he came in here so often, paying entry every time, so they liked him. Even if he was usually only here to hide from the cops or seem like a good like scholar, even if he had talked them out of arresting him, again. Curse his nature of wanting to stick around to see the outcome of his little ‘pranks’. 

He paused when there was a commotion on the other side of the ship, luckily blocking his view of the entrance. Without going to see what it was about, he quickly went over and slipped down hall and into the emergency exit, which miraculously didn’t sound the alarm. It never did. He was fairly sure it was the cops, after all, he did just talk his way out of arrest, and it was possible that they changed their mind or wanted to come question him again. 

                                            That was never fun.