#vuotriste

          Her thumb brushed his skin while her hand softly cupped his cheek. If she hadn’t had that late night walk to clear her mind, she wouldn’t have noticed Sylus coming home holding his own shoulder while wincing in pain.

          It hurt her to see him in pain even though he tried his best not to show it. “It is easier said than done,” she replied with a small, slightly sad smile. “I will always worry.” It was in her nature to worry about everyone, who were dear to her.

it  was  a  rookie  mistake  ,  being  caught  sneaking  out  of  the  estate  when  clear  instructions  were  given  to  stay  within  its  secure  walls  .  but  anastasia  has  a  score  to  settle  ,  a  bad  deed  left  unpunished  after  a  rival  gang  gathered  the  nerve  to  strike  on  their  very  own  territory  .  she  hasn’t  forgiven  herself  for  getting  caught  by  surprise  ,  a  flirtation  distracting  her  from  one  of  their  own  drug  shipments  SWIPED  out  from  under  them  .  it  took  a  little  investigative  work  but  she  found  where  they  were  holding  ,  but  again  surprise  gets  the  better  of  her  as  renier  pops  up  .

“  look  –––––  i  appreciate  the  whole  big  brother  routine  but  i  already  have  two  ,  both  of  which  are  very  upset  with  me  at  the  moment  so  this  is  something  i  need  to  do  .  ”  not  new  to  the  game  but  new  to  the  organization  run  by  one  of  her  older  brothers  ,  anastasia  feels  like  she  has  much  to  prove  in  his  eyes  and  this  ?  it  set  her  back  farther  than  she  cares  to  admit  .  “  so  unless  you  are  planning  to  help  me  then  i  suggest  getting  back  in  your  car  and  driving  home  .  which  is  it  going  to  be  ?  ”

𝐈𝐓’𝐒  𝐃𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐀𝐓  𝐈𝐓’𝐒  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓  ,  something  serah  recognizes  well  .  perhaps  it  was  knowing  that  those  around  her  never  made  it  ,  maybe  it  was  the  likelihood  that  she’d  always  been  alone  ,  but  serah  knows  that  feeling  ----  nobody  would  want  her  anyway  .  she’d  remain  stranded  in  the  cold  with  only  elle  to  guide  her  heart  and  without  her  ?  oh  she  doesn’t  even  want  to  imagine  what  her  life  would  be  like  .  still  ,  at  least  she  had  elle  ,  but  that  is  also  a  factor  that  drives  serah  to    helping  those  when  they  are  at  their  lowest  points  and  she  is  all  too  familiar  in  the  way  that  celia  wraps  her  arms  around  herself  .  this  loss  of  self  is  toxic  ,  a  poison  to  the  heart  and  soul  .  

❛    hey  ,  now ❜  an  arm  drapes  comfortably  across  the  other’s  shoulder,  her  head  shaking  so  blonde  waves  travel  towards  her  back  ,  ❛    you  know  you’re  always  welcome  here  ,  hell  i  am  always  in  need  of  a  good  vacation ❜  this  town  was  just  as  poisonous  as  the  mind  ,  after  all  ,  it  eats  it’s  residents  from  the  INSIDE  OUT  and  often  leaves  nothing  more  than  a  shell  .  ❛  got  some  family  up  in  vegas  if  you  ever  think  hey  i  want  to  go  and  take  a  trip  ,  you  know  ? ❜

she  means  her  words  ,  every  single  one  of  them  because  she  understands  the  drive  to  get  the  hell  out  of  dodge  ,whether  it  be  forever  or  for  a  weekend  ,  anything  to  breathe  air  that  isn’t  of  this  dreaded  little  city  .  ❛    it’s  not  silly  to  have  doubts  ,  people  like  us  ----  i  don’t  know  ,  maybe  the  world  just  isn’t  ready  for  the  soft  hearted  ,  especially  this  one  .   ❜

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲    𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡    𝐢𝐬    𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜,    but    in    his    human    form    roman    finds    it    much    easier    to    deal    with    than    when    he’s    a    wolf.    there’s    something    𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭    about  being    sewn    up    when    you’re    an    1000    pound    animal,    with    no    way    to    express    how    you    feel    except    for    the    howl    𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝    𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝    𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗    𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎    𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝.    he’s    glad    to    have    his    hands    and    feet    back,    and    he    lifts    an    arm    momentarily,    gazing    at    his    fingers.

he’s    been    in    his    wolf    form    for    much    longer    periods    than    this    time,    but    he’d    never    been    𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳.    roman    could    always    change    whenever    he    so    wished,    and    something    about    being    so    𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲    𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐝    𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧    into    one    𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳    form    𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙    him.   ʰᵉ    ʰᵒᵖᵉᵈ    ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ    ˡⁱᵏᵉ    ᵗʰᵃᵗ    ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ    ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿ    ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ.

“it    was…”    he    starts,    wanting    to    explain,    but    he    doesn’t    want    to    say    𝙝𝙞𝙨    𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜.    it    sounded    𝐭𝐨𝐨    𝐮𝐠𝐥𝐲,    and    although    he    knew    ianthina    was    well    versed    in    the    many    crimes    committed    within    the    night    world    ;    he    didn’t    want    her    to    think    of    him    any    differently.    𝚑𝚎    𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍    𝚗𝚘𝚝    𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍    𝚝𝚑𝚎    𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝    𝚘𝚏    𝚑𝚎𝚛    𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐    𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍    𝚋𝚢    𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝    𝚑𝚎    𝚍𝚒𝚍.

roman    turns    his    head    to    watch    her    washing    her    hands,    feeling    like    a    ᵇᵘʳᵈᵉⁿ    for    forcing    her    to    help    him.

“it    was    some    witch,”    he    murmurs,    turning    his    head    back    to    look    up    at    the    ceiling.    he’s    recounting    the    last    steps    he’d    taken,    his    brethren    by    his    side,    others    who    were    nearly    hurt    as    badly    as    him.    “𝐬𝐡𝐞    𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤    𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  that    belonged    to    one    of    my    vampire    friends,”   ᵒⁿᵉ    ᵒᶠ    ʰⁱˢ    ᵍᵃⁿᵍ    ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳˢ,    ʰᵉ    ᵐᵉᵃⁿˢ.    funny,    how    he    could    confide    in    ianthina    his    thirst    for    𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙    𝙖𝙣𝙙    𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙩,    yet    he    would    not    admit    his    position    in    anything    mafia    related.    one    was    𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚝,    𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋,    his    way    of    being,    the    other    was    a    𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚  -    𝙖𝙣    𝙖𝙬𝙛𝙪𝙡    𝙤𝙣𝙚.    he    wasn’t    proud    of    it,    but    there    was    nothing    he    could  do    about    it    now    but    feel    ˢʰᵃᵐᵉ.

“a    group    of    us    went    to    go    take    it    back    from    her,    𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬    𝐨𝐮𝐭    𝐢𝐭    𝐰𝐚𝐬    𝐡𝐢𝐬    𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫.    and    you    know    how    i    am,    with    lumine    and    all,”    he    waves    a    dismissive    hand    in    the    air,    shaking    his    head    slightly.    ianthina    knew    𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢    𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕    roman’s    love    for    his    older    sister,    that    much    he    made    clear    to    𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺.    “long    story    short    i    was    the    front    line,    y’know,    since    i’m    so    𝙗𝙞𝙜    𝙖𝙣𝙙    𝙗𝙖𝙙,”    he    jokes,    but    his    face    is    quickly    distorted    into    a    wince    at    the    gesture.

“…    thank    you    again.” // @vuotriste​

 ❛   stop it .   ❜  her words were soft as she felt that gaze .  one she knew from the times that roman would come to her and feel like his wounds were a burden upon her .    ❛   it wasn’t a burden so don’t even start with those wolfy eyes .   ❜  turning around , it’s his explanation that makes her exhale for the nth time .  it was like him to go help out friends , not that she was mad at him  and ian was sure there was more than he lead on but it was enough to give her the gist of the events that lead him to such a state as the enchantress leans against the counter of her work place .    ❛  how is lumine ,anyways ?   ❜ she’s never met his older sister but she did always ask about her when he came to visit or often brought her up . aware of how deep his affection for his older sibling went , something that ian often envied quietly to seeing how roman was able to maintain a healthy relationship with his sister while her own sibling hated her .    ❛   well this  will keep you put for a few days , maybe next time be a little more careful and then a full face assault .    ❜ she still wasn’t happy but she grabs a wet clean cold cloth as she notes him wince and walks up to him placing it on the swelling of his features . 

 ❛   are you able to move a bit ?    ❜  question that lingers from her tiers as her magic comes to grab the clothes she’s set out for him and hold it beside roman as she looks over to the attire .   ❛   i can’t have you catching a cold in your current situation and it will hurt a bit but my magic will aid in helping you change , alright ?   ❜ she utters to him , letting her hand settle on his head pushing back the loose strands of his locks from his sight as she inhales the sight of her dearest friend’s beaten complexion .  ❛   i'm sorry for any pain . ❜  she’s sure it would be quite some as she gives him a subtle simper before moving away --- finding herself behind her bookcases looking for something that would help him regain some movement to his body and help with the pain as she allows her magic to help him in the task . 

her jaw ached  , body pulsed and she was sure that there were some broken ribs  from the way pain shot through her frame when she attempted to breathe .    celia knew this would be the outcome if she was caught .  it seemed that even in this foriegn country , amaranthine’s grasp could reach her as she felt the stomps against her frame .  blood   was strong in her mouth as her body took the beating .  she was exhausted ---  not even a month since she had run with mitas and her plans had been discovered .  the only good thing was at least the boy wasn’t with her  at least this way , mitas wouldn’t have to see her last moments .  battered and broken .  celia  feels warmth from every inch of her body ,  the taste of metallic grows strong as the haze of darkness begins to threaten her brown vision as the cold floor below her starts to wrap her wicked arms around her .   it wasn’t like celia didn’t put up a fight  , defensive wounds coated her arms ;  she had given every punch and scratch that she could throw in .   but four against one wasn’t an even fight and who was she kidding ,celia knew that her freedom wasn’t ever going to be just that .. free .   a life of constant paranoia ,  dragging mitas into this mess .  oh -- mitas ,  the thought alone of the youth she had taken under her wings makes her chest ache as another cough finds its way out of her mouth .  numbness ,  endless numbness began to set on her as the faded yells and blanter of her attackers began to turn into white noise .  

 hope wasn’t something that would bloom within her ;  the streets were empty for a night like this  . she had no hopes of someone coming in and helping her .  those only happened in stories ,  but what she could wish for was for the darkness to finally wrap around her .  celia knew there wasn’t going to be any hero of the night   so , with a    ghastly    whimper .  her hoarse voice breaks into the air as she feels the beating stop .  she knew what was next  ;  she had seen it during the times that seunghoon would take her on a mission .  it was the end of the pain .