𝖇𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝖑𝐮𝐬𝐭

⠀⠀⠀    ❛  klaus hardly flinched from the sharpness of the dagger slicing into him. perhaps it was sinister, what he did, but he cared little for consequences. they would come later, when he possessed far more sense. fastening his grip on her hand, he pushed the dagger deeper and lowered his head as though he could measure the damage. yet darkness merely sat behind his pupils, and klaus felt the cold trickle of crimson seep down his side. ⋆    weak, aren’t you?           i’ve met far more qualifying creatures than your kind. one capable enough to inflict greater damage. or help me God, i’m beginning to think the games you play with mortals are your only cards.

/ pause.   he’s implying she’s no different than a witch. 

@mourningst    ( … )      [       the   ravenette   clenched   her   jaw,   crimson   lips   curling   slightly   at   the   oh-so-familiar   sound   of   / his /   voice,   grinding   through   the   room   like   nails   to   a   chalkboard.   she   had   hoped   that   she’d   never   hear   that   voice   again.   not   since   she   had   escaped   hell.   selene   felt   her   pulse   stutter   ever   so   slightly,   swallowing   the   hard   lump   forming   in   her   throat,   before   her   mask   of   carelessness   swept   far   too   easily   over   her   face.   she   turned   around   to   face   him,   eyes   narrowing   subtly   at   his   words.      ]       oh,   I   don’t   think   we   do   darling.   “catching   up”   is   something   old   friends   do   when   they   try   to   reestablish     connection.   I   wouldn’t   call   us   “old   friends”. 

** whole body

[ he hums, trying to hide the obvious smile peeking through closed lips. he bites down gently, as if he could feel the pain already, despite her barely touching him. ] no, no… i wasn’t even thinking about getting another tattoo but you’re right— i need to be marked again. we heal too quickly. [ he was almost disappointed at that fact, wanting to feel that burning in his body that reminded him that he was in fact— hers. his attempt to hide a smile failed eventually. ] you know where we keep the holy water, right? i want my hold body to burn… to the point where the only thing i know how to say is your name. 

@wiccaanways    ( … )      [      selene   tilted   her   head   to   the   side   at   his   actions,   her   gaze   lingering   on   his   chest   a   little   longer   than   intended.   she   would’ve   told   him   that   he’d   have   to   wait   and   see,   just   to   draw   out   the   agony,   but   she   decided   she   wouldn’t   be   predictable   this   time.   she’d   tell   him   exactly   what    she   was   thinking.   her   voice   dropped   to   a   velvet   murmur,   laced   with   wicked   intent.     ]     hmm…   I’d   keep   those   arms   raised,   nice   and   steady.     [      she   said,   leaning   closer,   her   breath   grazing   his   skin.     ]     while   I   etch   my   name   into   your   flesh — slow   enough   for   you   to   feel   every   letter,   deep   enough   that   forgetting   me   won’t   be   an   option.   why,   did   you   have   something   else   in   mind ? 

@wiccaanways     ( … )     [      her   eyes   scan   his   features   in   admiration   as   his   true   eyes   appeared,   the   inky   black   drawing   her   in   further.   her   chin   lifted,   neck   arching   to   the   side   as   his   lips   taunted   over   her   jaw.   a   breathy   sigh   escaped   her   at   his   words,   her   own   hues   flashing   their   hybrid   gold   colour   as   his   teeth   tore   into   her   flesh.   she   was   unable   to   hold   back   her   groan,   her   hand   finding   the   back   of   his   head   and   threading   her   fingers   through   his   hair.       ]       fuck…      [       she   whispered,   breath   catching   in   her   throat   as   her   lips   parted.        ] 

[ at first, jack sets the dagger on her lap, feeling emboldened by her desperation. his hand holds her face, eyes flashing black as his hunger takes him over. ] you are just— perfect. [ the words fall from his lips like silk, low and quiet with barely contained desire. leaning forward, starts to kiss her neck, lips trailing down as he picks up the dagger. for a moment he pauses, ] thank you. [ he says quietly, as both his teeth and the dagger cut through skin at the same time. he sucks the blood from the gash before turning her head to lick it from the cut. his head weaves between the left and right side of her neck, kissing and tasting every drop of red that fell from her neck. the dagger is still used against her skin, imbued with the spell, as he stops what he can of the trailing blood, dripping down her body.  his other trails up her thigh, nails digging into her skin. ] 

@wiccaanways    ( … )     [       her   smirk   transformed   as   her   breath   hitched   with      the   unexpected   spell   he  trickled   through   the   dagger.   she   exhaled   with   a   shudder,   her   nails   digging   slightly   into   his   skin   as   her   eyes   closed   briefly.   her   fingers   soon   caught   in   his   hair,   succumbing   to   the   desire   she   felt   coursing   through   her   veins.   ]        jack—      [      selene   groaned,   almost   whining   as   her   hand   dropped   to   his   wrist   instead,   the   one   that   was   holding   the   dagger.   how   torturous   this   was,   the   anticipation.     ]       I   want   both.    [      she   breathed,   her   eyes   opening   again   as   her   teeth   caught   her   bottom   lip.    ]     I   want   to   feel   both   the   bite   of   your   teeth   and   the   blade.   call   me   greedy.   or   selfish.   I   don’t   care.     [      she   mused,   moving   her   hair   over   one   shoulder.      ]       I   want   / you /.   in   every   way   you’ll   give   it   to   me. 

@wiccaanways    ( … )     [      her   eyes   closed   at   his   words — blunt,   but   true.   the   devil   was   coming   for   them   once   more,   forever   ingrained   within   their   lives   like   some   parasite.    the   hybrid’s   eyes   opened   again   when   she   felt   him   take   her   hand.   her   jaw   clenched   again   and   she   moved   closer   to   him   once   more,   her   free   hand   cupping   the   side   of   his   face.     ]       I   am   with   you,   / always /,   darling.     [     she   stated   firmly,   before   swallowing   the   lump   forming   in   her   throat.     ]      he   may   test   our   loyalty…    and   we   may   need   to   say   things   to   one   another..   cutting   words   we   don’t   mean…   if   we   are   to   survive   this. 

i know what it means— but he’s gonna keep coming, breaking that part of his deal and threatening us or / worse /. [ his lips press together, he wasn’t convincing her– every solution was met with even more doubts circling her mind. jack sighs picking up her hand and bringing it to his lips. ] selene, i can’t do this if you won’t do it with me, which, is exactly what we tell him and if he says no— then we make sure we’re able to go back to our current deal and we seal it in blood. 

@wiccaanways   ( … )    [       selene   wasn’t   convinced   that   he   wouldn’t   see   through   their   lies.   she   paced   slowly,   heels   clicking   with   each   step,   hundreds  of   thoughts   racing   through   her   mind.   a   few   minutes   passed,   before   she   stopped   in   her   tracks,   a   distant   look   in   her   eyes.     ]     you   know   what   that   means…   it   means   we   might   have   to   go   back   to   hell…   back   / there /.   what   if   he   separates   us ?   then   what ? 

@-VAMPIRISMS- 
            
            the laughter in her throat had scarcely died before the silence thickened , pressing in like black water . lucifer’s smile thinned , sharpened , not diminished but honed to a knife’s edge . the air itself seemed to hum , low and dissonant , as if every shadow in the apartment leaned closer to hear .
            
            “ in spite of me , ” he repeated , the words tasting ancient on his tongue . “ i am the embodiment of rebellion and spite, mi amor . . . every time you show me spite , it only makes me grow. "
            
            his gaze slipped to her fists , to the rivulets of blood threading down her palms , and his eyes darkened with a cruel gleam . “ ah … there she is . my little hymn of violence , bleeding herself to remember she is real . ”

@temptingnemesis    ( … )     I   am   not   your   mi   amor.   don’t   call   me   that   again.     [     she   spoke   sharply,   before   she   spun   on   her   heel.   maybe   the   devil   would   always   haunt   her.   maybe   his   voice   would   always   whisper   at   the   edge   of   her   thoughts,   wrapping   itself   around   her   spine   like   smoke   and   old   chains.   but   she   wasn’t   shackled   anymore.   he   could   stand   there   cloaked   in   shadow,   bleeding   fire   and   memory.   she   had   her   own   fire   now.   and   she   was   done   letting   him   bask   in   it.
            
            / 2/2

@temptingnemesis    ( … )    [     a   sharp   laugh   burst   from   her   lips   as   she   shook   her   head   slowly,   eyes   gleaming   with   incredulity.     ]     gods,   you   always   did   love   the   sound   of   your   own   voice.   so   arrogant.    [      selene   said,   the   words   laced   with   mockery.      ]      do   you   miss   me,   is   that   it ?   even   now,   you’re   clinging   to   the   idea   that   I’m   nothing   without   you — that   somehow,   your   physical   absence   would   unravel   me.     [       her   voice   dripped   with   contempt   as   an   amused   smirk   tugged   at   the   corners   of   her   mouth.    ]      you   want   credit ?   fine.   you   / did /   play   your   part.   you   helped   carve   out   the   ruthless,   unfeeling   version   of   me   that   stands   here   now.   congratulations.    [    her   sharp   chin   then   rose,   her   tone   darkening.    ]     but   don’t   confuse   your   influence   with   ownership.   you   may   have   lit   the   match,   sure.   but   I   built   the   fire   pit,   I   chose   the   fuel,   and   I   danced   in   the   flames.   not   because   of   you,   but   in   spite   of   you.   you   didn’t   make   me.   you   just   woke   something   that   was   already   hungry.    
            
                 [     her   brow   arched   as   he   mentioned   jack’s   name   yet   again,   thinking   that   it   would   get   a   rise   out   of   her.   she   didn’t   flinch,   but   something   within   her   shifted.   a   tension   beneath   the   surface.   her   hands   slowly   curled   into   fists   at   her   sides,   nails   biting   into   her   palms   so   hard   that   the   skin   bled.       ]     
            
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