@mortuam spoke : ❝ being alive is exhausting ❞
( ⏳ ) ❝ Is that what you think, mate? ❞ he gives the man a good look, from his posh clothes to his piercing blue eyes. There's a story in that phrase, one that Hob is intrigued by. He offers him a drink. ❝ Tell me... what makes it so exhausting? ❞
HEAVY HEARTED STARTERS ( accepting )
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ONE-LINER STARTER CALL. ( ACCEPTING !! )
"You're an interesting one, ain't you? You feel different."
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@mortuam ♡
"Come on - you can't be all fire and like, brimstone. Play with me!"
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@mortuam liked for a starter
black heels click against marble flooring as she makes her way into the dimly lit restaurant. Cellphone screen glows in hand as she makes her way to the bar. Glacial orbs narrow, studying the few that sit alone. she makes her way to one, wine painted lips pulling up at their corners, “are you necronomnomnom666?” she says it with such a straight face, yet she fights the urge to laugh at the username she just spoke aloud. She hopes to whatever god is listening that this was the man she was here to see, for the embarrassment to have to repeat that name was enough to just turn on her heels and leave. “If you’re not, I’m so sorry you had to hear me ask that, I swear I’m not that much of a weirdo.”
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eyes widened when tatia heard familair footsteps approaching. could it be? no it was not possible. tatia moved herself into the shadows, shielding herself from what might be danger. if it was him she knew she wouldn’t be in danger, but what if it wasn’t him? a deep sigh almost escaped her lips, so she quickly moved her hand up her face and placed it over her mouth. the air filled a familair scent, and that was the moment she knew. tatia moved out of the shadows, wanting to see it with her own eyes. ‘’ damon. ‘’ it was a whisper, because to be honest, tatia couldn’t believe it was him.
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@mortuam asked : “ You’re overreacting, as usual. ”
a surprisingly felt laughter coming from the hybrid , the BIG BAD wasn’t without friends even if only a few of them scattered around . “ you’ve known me long enough to know i don’t OVERREACT , damon -- however i do very much like to be one step ahead always . ”
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it did . but steve wasn’t going to blur it out like that . not when feelings were involved already . ON HIS SIDE AT LEAST . he wasn’t so sure about damon . wasn’t sure he could feel anything at all which , in itself , felt like he was wronging the other man . “ hm ... “ captain offers a gentle smile . delicately dancing around the obvious . “ i didn’t expect that kiss if that is what you mean . does it feel random to you ? “ and he hates that ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ’ˢ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ in his tone . silently begging the other man for a sign . one he’d been denied since these situations kept occurring .
@mortuam sent: “ does any of this feel random to you ? “
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@mortuam ⋇ 『 plotted starter 』
⋇ ║ Damien reminded Lulu of Death; a fellow Pillar. Not only were their powers similar – but so were their auras. Perhaps that was why she felt attracted to him, like a magnet. In some strange way; despite being a bit standoffish at times, he felt familiar. Casually she draped herself across his lap and snatched the cigarette from his lips. With a sly grin she brought the cigarette to her lips, and inhaled. For a moment she let the smoke settle in her lungs as she looked at him with her doe – eyes. “So what’cha like – up to? Seem all lonely here by yourself…” Cigarette hung from her lips as she straightened out his tie.
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@mortuam // starter
THE MORGUE IS COLD ... familiar. this place where first he learned the making of a man. his interior., the where & the how : where to place the blade to wound, where to kill, where he would feel and where he would not. it was here Luke first saw more than the brutal, than the blood, but the POTENTIAL. the body a canvas which could be shaped, changed, made to speak to that thing that held the whole of him.
he must appreciate the artistry. watch the quiet surety with which his focus, his prey as the man might have been in another life, works over the body of a thing long dead. abandoned.
but alas, all things must come to an end, and he is not here to play.
angular, stretched to impossible degrees by shadows, he heavies once silent footfalls to signal this intrusion, a kindness he is rare to give, as the pale man slips the mask that blocked his grin down to rest upon the edge of a sharp edged chin. “ Please, don’t let me stop you.”
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“Y’twat. This is Infernal Latin. Y’can expect the price t’go up f’this.”
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@mortuam: If it sounds difficult and complicated, it’s only because it is. || Dirty Jobs sentence starters
“Oh, so you’re not insinuating that I’m too stupid to get it? I’m almost pleasantly surprised by that, almost.” This is all far beyond her, much too obscure and nuanced. She concerns herself with the matter of Limbo and its currently ruler, mostly, dabbles with some other Demons on the side when the situation calls for it. What she doesn’t do is seek power beyond what she’s got, that’s something easily left up to Mundus. “You know, I already didn’t like doctors, but this brings it to a whole new level.”
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@mortuam said: ❝ i think the whole idea of ‘finding yourself’ is kind of bullshit. we are what we chose to be. we make ourselves. ❞ Blaez
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With hands resting on hips, she just looked at the other in response to his words. “And on top of that, I’m gonna take a stab in the dark and assume you’re not one for fate or destiny?” Well, to be fair, it wasn’t something she entirely believed in either. “Well, if it’s anything, I like who I am. Who I’ve made myself be.” Lips pressed together in a brief moment of silence. “How about you?”
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✞ ───── Send "❤" For my muse to kiss yours. | @mortuam
Delicate fingertips dragged along the length of his arm until stopping at his shoulder, drifting away only to reconnect at the sharp curve of his jawline. Sometimes she still found herself nervous around the necromancer, a flutter in her chest while she quietly anticipated her next move. There was something about him so alluring; she thought back to the essence of light inside of her, inside of every faerie, and how that light was attracted to darkness. What he was capable of, it was dark magic, wasn't it? Whether her feelings were brought on by this magnetic pull of nature or something else organic, she wasn't sure, and it wasn't stopping her from wanting him.
Inches of space between them shattered as she leaned in and kissed him. The warmth of his lips caused her cheeks to flush dark pink but she didn't care how flustered she looked, not now. She pulled away from him for a brief second, only to capture his lips again, stealing away one more kiss.
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@mortuam inquired: ❛ i did warn you not to trust me. ❜
𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ⤷ Accepting!!
“Yeah you did. Oh well, it was inevitably a high probability that your betrayal against me was imminent.” Wanda could only shrug, she kept her expression and her tone unemotional, she had hoped her indifference masked her rage. She would be lying, if she said that she didn’t view Damon as a close ally and even somewhat of a confidant, despite the immortal necromancer’s insistence on her to not trust him. It was proof to never trust any person who came from powerful occult clan.
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