wrath

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Rain — I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain. 

Kill — I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours. 

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Lust — I’ll write a drabble of our characters making love together.

Date — I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date.  

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Pet — I’ll write a drabble of my character buying yours a pet. (specify what kind.)

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He wasn't human. Perfect.

    “I- I’m not human, but I don’t.. who are you looking for? You can’t just.. choke people because you can’t find someone..”

That fear she’d been feeling a few moment’s ago.. Yeah, the fear she was feeling now made that previous dabble seem like nothing. This moment pulled at all of her phobias, dredged up every dark day she’d ever lived within the story, and she wasn’t… she didn’t have the mental fortitude to survive for too long with all of her darkness crashing down on her.

Scalding hot palms cooled, though still abnormally warm, and her grip loosened. "I can." Silence. "I'm looking for someone-- who can shapeshift." Her grip tightened back for a moment, she could have sworn the girl had almost laughed-- but the laugh had been in the back of her mind. "Do. Not. Scream."

Memories of hellfire were fresh in the crying being’s mind. Memories of torture and terror rolling about her brain as she crawled away from the beast before her.. Something so dark, so awful that it reached deep toward the logical royal within her and made it far too easy for her to slip into the role.

"Quit your shrieking!" The roar that came from her throat was loud enough to shake the being's bones, orange irises boring into those of the one in fear. She rose her head to look around the empty space, noting the power she still felt. "There is no one else--"

        Dante pulled in her name, something to remember, “The mechanic,” He answered with a laugh, “Nah, name’s Dante.” He finished the last of his glass and leaned over to the fridge and pulled two more beers, opening the up and handing one to Incendiu, “I’ve got some chips if ya want some.” He offered before pulling a bag of Ruffles from somewhere below the counter, where everything else was. He opened it up, grabbing a handful before handing it in her direction.

[text:] I mean I know my dick is godly but shit

[text:] Wait, who is this about?

[text:] QWHO IS RHIS TO?????

[text:] INCEN PLEASE

{text:} You're horrible at texting.

             ”Alcohol? A bed? Well shit, I’ve got both a’those things.” He laughed at himself thinking of the smack he was most likely about to receive from the girl who huffed herself to a place to sit. When he was denied a response Dante found the door to a mini fridge below the counter, grabbing two beers and a rolling chair and sat down, offering one of his alcoholic beverages to her, “I’ve got harder stuff at home, But I’m pretty sure I’m not even allowed to have THIS here but shit, I don’t really care, won’t lose my job either way.” He took a pause before starting back up, “Tell me what you’re comfortable doin’, how ‘bout we start there?” 

She tilted her head back and began to chug, ignoring the taste of the beer and the stare she was receiving from him. The bottle was empty when she slammed it down. "What I'm comfortable doing?" Incendiu laughed at him, orange irises boring into his own. "I'm rather comfortable killing people, does that count?" She snickered, looking away from him, deciding to lighten up. He might be her new place to crash. 

      ” How ‘bout you give me two thousand and then when I need more cash I’ll call ya up, got a phone? And ‘bout the hotel I don’t really know what to tell ya, there’s one up the street but I can’t promise it’ll be open or very nice to ya.” 

   He looked her up and down and thought of all the creeps around the place. She could obviously take care of herself but the amount of people Dante has sent off only to hear of them getting hurt made him a little paranoid for the girls safety. The deviant quickly changed his mind ; 

masQUERADE BALL AU

MASQUERADE BALL AU

MASQUERADE BALL AU

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