A sigh escaped him, shrugging ever so slightly at the others confession about his brothers and he was not far off. To some, it was a known fact that Victor truly despised his siblings, yet to the general public that is the rest of the Clergy; they have no idea but the assumption that they are normal, for their kind anyway. 

      Lithe fingers flicked the spent cigarette away from him, landing weakly on the ground he trod upon as he exhaled his last cloud of smoke, or so he thought… The more he thought about his worthless siblings, his blood boiled, rage filled his soul. The Eldest of the brothers wished and waited for an opening of some fashion that resulted in killing both stains rotting the earth. His fists and jaw clenched to the point of possibly cracking a tooth. Pinching the bridge of his nose, an audible groan of anguish escaped his throat; wanting to scream at the top of his lungs, but alas he knew that would never help. “ I assume you are part of the Clergy, yes? ”  Victor paused, looking straight ahead. Despite his stoic demaner he truly was screaming internally. “ Do you have any idea how much I hate them? ” He spoke flatly. “ And I do strongly stand by my word in that I would kill them before they would kill me. Their existence wounds me in more ways than one; to speak lightly about the matter of course. ” 

It was that particular eye that caused him to see those words. Like an overlay in front of everything, if he didn’t keep it covered. A layer in a painting in Photoshop, that’s what he would call it. It was like putting on 3D glasses and seeing the hidden words right in front of him.

Someone: Hey, I can’t draw anything digitally, because I can’t afford a tablet, but here’s a pen on paper drawing that I spent a lot of time and hard work on. Also, I took a shot at my first fanfic and I’d really like some feedback or at least some kudos if you enjoyed it :)

“Good.” He spoke suddenly, cutting through the sound of rain beating down around them. “I can’t stand those guys – one of them won’t leave me alone and the other is absorbed in trying to fuck anything that moves.”

Ciaran did not want to think about his own lost loves. Two of them. One was a young girl, around his age, that he had met in high school. She had left him for an older man, which bothered him less now that he was dead. Second, a man, a well-known man, who had been largely in charge of a religion in Italy. Though, unbeknownst to Ciaran, he was now dead too. It wasn’t like he would ever know, with the fact that he couldn’t get away from the Church anyway.

inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.

[ choke ]   your muse choking mine.

[ kiss + soft ]   your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

[ kiss + rough ]   your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.

[ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down.

[ wrists ]   your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.

[ push ]   your muse pushing mine into bed.

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ]   your muse spanking mine.

[ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair.

[ talk ]   your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ eyes ]   your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.

[ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

[ knees ]   your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

[ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

[ denial ]   your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

[ many ]   your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

[ tied ]   your muse tying my muse down.

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

[ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during.

[ dominance ]   your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

[ submission ]   your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

[ humiliation ]   your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.

[ pain ]   your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

[ knife ]   your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.

[ hidden ]   your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

[ public ]   your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.

[ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

[ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

[ gag ]   your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.

[ blindfold ]   your muse blindfolding mine.

[ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed.

[ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

Ariana smiled sheepishly, hiding a small smile behind her hand. “I’m sorry for seeming weird. I’m so awkward when it comes to meeting people. You weren’t supposed to catch me staring.”