-VAMPIRISMS-

@crimsonhour   ( … )     what   can   I   say ?   I’m   enjoying   the   view.     [     the   raven‑haired   woman   let   a   slow   grin   unfurl,   crimson   lips   curling   as   she   folded   her   arms   across   her   chest   with   easy   confidence.   games   had   always   been   her   favourite   pastime,   and   she’d   never   struggled   to   make   an   entrance   that   left   an   impression.   his   sudden   shift   in   demeanour   drew   a   short,   amused   bark   of   laughter   from   her   as   she   pushed   herself   off   the   wall   and   stepped   forward.     ]      if   I   want   a   taste,   darling,   then   I’ll   take   it.   I   certainly   don’t   need   your   permission.      [      she   purred,   tilting   her   head   to   the   side   once   stood   closer   to   him   once   more.   his   acting,   in   her   opinion,   was   pathetic,   but   it   amused   her   and   that   was   a   bonus.   her   hand   lifted,   fingers   wrapping   around   one   of   the   chains   binding   him.      ]      “harmless”   and   “poor,   defenceless    guy”   are   hardly   words   I’d   use   to   describe   you,   sweetheart,   but   points   for   effort.   you   should   play   damsel   more   often;   it’s   / almost /   convincing.      [      she   knew   the   likelihood   was   he   could   get   out   of   the   chains   himself   but   nevertheless,   she   tore   them   off   one   by   one,   wiping   her   palms   afterwards.     ]     there.   now   you   owe   / me /   a   debt.   you’re   welcome. 

[ Jasper let out a low, breathy chuckle, his head tilting back against the stone as a lazy, predatory smirk played on his lips. He made a single, mocking ‘ tsk ’ sound against the back of his teeth, his dark eyes locking onto hers with absolute, unbothered confidence. The heavy metal links rattled quietly as he shifted his shoulders, completely untroubled by the restraints. ] "  Always win ? That is a remarkably bold claim for someone standing all the way over there, Selene. And using my voice alone Sweetheart, I just said to come closer so I could make you listen to me... but oh well, I guess you're just not coming over. " [ Then, the dangerous, magnetic glint in his gaze suddenly vanished, completely melting away. His broad shoulders dropped into a slight, harmless slouch, the heavy chains rattling with a soft, pathetic clink as he tilted his head forward. He looked up at her through his eyelashes, his dark eyes wide, round, and completely softened. His lower lip pushed out into a dramatic, soft pout the perfect, fragile baby face of someone right on the verge of tears. A soft, sad little whine nearly threatened to catch in his throat, completely wiping away any trace of his vampire edge. ] " Earn it ? Please. Take a good look at us. I am the one chained here entirely at your mercy, and yet... you're still the one standing there, lingering for a taste of what you can't have. I don't even know why you're being so mean to me, Selene. I'm just trapped here, completely harmless. If you let me out of these heavy things, I promise I'll be good and listen to whatever you say. You wouldn't really leave a poor, defenseless guy locked up in the dark like this, would you ? "

@crimsonhour    ( … )    [     her   hand   lifted,   inspecting   her   nails   — an   idle   gesture   that   made   it   painfully   clear   she   wasn’t   in   any   rush.   selene   glanced   towards   him,   her   jawline   cutting   as   the   shadows   and   the   light   contrasted   against   her   flawless   skin.      ]      mhm,   and   what   if   / I /   always   win ?     [      she   purred,   the   words   rolling   out   like   velvet   over   steel.   her   heel   tapped   a   slow,   rhythmic   beat   against   the   floor,   each   click   a   reminder   of   who   held   the   control   here.   scoffing,   she   leaned   her   head   back   against   the   wall,   a   confidence   in   her   words   that   she   would’ve   had   regardless   of   whether   he   was   chained   or   not.       ]     afraid ?   oh   / please /.   I   was   just   hoping   that   you   had   the   ability   to   persuade   me   using   your   voice   alone.   unless…   your   abilities   to   convince    others   only   works   when   you   rely   on   actions ?  …   [     she   shifted   her   weight,   the   faintest   tilt   of   her   chin   signaling   that   she   was   enjoying   this   far   more   than   she   intended   to   admit.    ]     besides,   where   would   be   the   fun   in   releasing   you   without   making   you   earn   it ? 

[ a small smile contorts into a grin, watching as she shamelessly took the blood from his cut, indulging herself further. his gaze softens, the burning started to lessen. ] it doesn’t surprise me… i’m just amazed by it. [ he sighs out as her hips grind against him, flitting from her legs to her lips. ] no, [ his head shakes, his own curiosity continuing to get the better of him. ] i wanna see what else you have in mind and eventually (…) i do wanna drink from you, my love. 

@wiccaanways    ( … )     [      admiration   flooded   her   glowing   pupils   as   she   gazed   down   at   him,   enjoying   the   way   he   seemed   to   lean   up   when   she   pulled   back,   like   there   were   two   magnets   between   them.   selene’s   tongue   brushed   against   one   of   her   bloody,   sharp   fangs,   a   teasing   hum   escaping   her   in   response   to   his   words.   she   dragged   her   finger   against   one   of   the   open   wounds   on   his   chest,   gathering   some   of   the   crimson   and   bringing   it   to   her   lips.      ]     mhm,   you   say   it   like   it   still   surprises   you,   even   after   all   this   time…     [     the   hybrid   tilted   her   head   to   the   side   as   she   continued   to   straddle   him,   a   knowing   gleam   within   her   hues.   ]    did   you   want   me   to   stop ? 

[ he practically shudders at the feeling of her fangs leaving his neck, craning forward to allow her to take whatever she wanted. he smiled as he could feel her do the same at his reaction, brushing against his skin with all the care of an animal. accepting the kiss, he inches forward, the searing ache of his body causing him to hum against her lips. ] you are a cruel, cruel woman. [ his eyes fall upon hers, black and gold, fangs baring as she looked at him with a gentleness opposite her actions. there wasn’t much need for a reminder of what they were, only a want. his body had been marked by his tormentors several times; why not have his body marked by someone who loved him and let her indulge in all the violence that could kill a mortal man before she’s satisfied. ] i believe it knows no bounds… 

@wiccaanways   ( … )    [     she   straightened   her   posture   on   the   edge   of   the   bed,   easing   herself   a   little   nearer   to   him   as   she   allowed   her   hand   to   rest   in   his.   her   palm   lay   open   and   steady,   her   soft   gaze   moving   between   his   face   and   the   careful   incision   he   had   made.   there   had   been   no   pain   at   all — only   a   strange,   quiet   curiosity.   selene   caught   her   lower   lip   between   her   teeth   for   a   moment,   lifting   her   chin   so   she   could   study   his   expression   more   fully,   listening   to   every   word   he   offered.   she   was   forever   captivated   by   him.   a   slow   smile   curved   across   her   deep   red   lips   once   he   finished   speaking.   she   leaned   in,   close   enough   that   her   breath   mingled   with   his,   her   voice   a   low   murmur   meant   only   for   him.    ]    … that   does   sound   divine.   and   tell   me,   jack,   darling — what   do   you   believe   I   deserve,   hm ? 

[ with a proud smile, he beckons her forward, partially because he wanted her close, yet the greedy part of him enjoyed being straddled. ] come here, [ he gently draws a line across her hand, making a small incision across her palm. he’d learned about tapping into the cells, instead of the nerves and allowing his favorite spells: those of pleasure and pain, to travel through bodies that way. ] the spells i use mostly manipulate the brain into believing a sensation is happening (…) i’m not really sending electrical currents through your whole body or stabbing you with a thousand needles but the more powerful the witch, the more real the spell. [ there’s a hint of pride not to be hidden within his words. the demon reveled in power and felt like it only made sense to be where he was considering his age, ] but now i can send very real electrical currents through the cells or— we can do pain. whatever you think you deserve (…) 

@wiccaanways    ( … )     [      her   attention   shifted   to   the   siphoner   at   once,   a   quiet   spark   of   amusement   flickering   across   her   expression.   she   rolled   onto   her   stomach,   settling   comfortably   into   the   sheets   as   she   propped   herself   up   on   her   elbows.   with   her   hands   folded   beneath   her   chin,   selene   regarded   him   with   a   calm,   confident   curiosity — an   unmistakable   hint   of   a   smirk   tugging   at   her   lips.    ]     then   show   me.    [      she   said,   her   voice   low   but   steady.   there   was   no   challenge   in   her   tone — only   interest,   and   the   kind   of   trust   that   came   from   believing   someone   is   capable   of   far   more   than   they   let   on.   she   watched   him   closely,   waiting,   the   smirk   softening   into   something   warmer.     ]     go   on.   I   want   to   see   what   you   can   really   do.
            

@crimsonhour     ( … )     [      selene   sensed   his   approach   without   even   turning   back   around   to   face   him.   she   glanced   down   at   her   nails,   pretending   not   to   care   as   she   listened   to   his   drawl.       ]      oh   / please /.   don’t   play   coy.   as   if   you   don’t   already   have   the   finances   to   buy   all   the   clubs   and   bars   you   want.     [      her   gaze   flitted   up,   the   expression   on   her   face   faltering   ever   so   slightly   when   he   said   that   she   was   deflecting.   lips   pursing,   her   dark   hues   narrowed   dangerously   as   she   finally   faced   him   again.       ]      you’re   bold.   there’s   a   fine   line   between   it   been   enticing   or   just   plain   annoying.     [      she   mused,   before   her   eyes   lit   up,   a   devilish   grin   forming   on   her   features.     ]       you   asked   who   he   was.   and   I   told   you.   that’s   not   deflecting,   darling.   that’s   you   not   being   specific   enough   with   your   words.   if   you   wanted   a   name,   you   should’ve   started   with   that.     [      she   purred,   before   tilting   her   head.     ]     his   name   is   damien.   no   surname,   unfortunately.   though   I’m   curious — why   do   you   want   it ? 

[ Jasper lets out a low, amused hum, a soft, breathy laugh escaping him as he watches her turn her back to observe the room. A faint, knowing grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, his lips twitching to the side for a split second before he takes a single, quiet step closer. He closes the distance just enough to make his presence felt, his thumb lightly brushing the edge of his trouser pocket as he watches her. ] " A demon from hell? Sounds like my usual Tuesday night crowd. If I had a dollar for every time someone called my questions a glorious interrogation, I’d buy another lounge ." [ He tilts his head slightly, his dark, intense gaze waiting for her to turn back around. When he speaks again, his voice drops to that smooth, lazy drawl, completely unfazed by her dismissive shrug. ] " But you're deflecting, sweetheart. And no, I'm not even close to finished. You missed the part where you tell me his name, so give it up. Don't worry, I've got all night. "

@crimsonhour   ( … )    [      a   low   chuckle   exited   her   cherry   red   lips   as   he   enveloped   her   space.   she   knew   exactly   what   he   was   doing — or   at   least,   trying   to   do.   it   was   something   that   / she /   often   did.        ]       mhm,   a   rebel,   are   you ?   you’re   lucky,   darling.   I’ve   never   been   much   attracted   to   the   rule   followers.      [      selene   purred,   her   head   cocking   to   the   side   as   a   devious   spark   appeared   within   the   depths   of   her   dark   hues.        ]      I’m   / flattered /   that   you   care   enough   to   ask   me   all   these   questions.      [      she   drawled,   before   shrugging   her   shoulders   dismissively,   turning   on   her   heel   as   she   took   the   time   to   observe   the   room.      ]      he’s   a   demon   I   met   in   hell.   pesky   thing.   one   who   I   would’ve   enjoyed   bleeding   out   had   you   not   gotten   in   my   way.   now,   are   you   finished   with   this   / glorious /   interrogation ? 

@-VAMPIRISMS- 
            
            [   The room was a blur of colors, splashes of red and black and gold - it was fascinating to imagine that he could almost taste them individually. Something uneasy rumbled inside his body, as if dozen of ants were released, looking for exists through his veins and arteries. He barely felt her touch his face, his head lax and heavy in her palms as if it weren't his own. Exhaling only made the blood pool more in his mouth, and he forced himself to swallow it as if worried he might stain her. Slowly, his bloodshot eyes lifted to look at her, a glossy mess of green and red, and yet he managed a thin smile when his eyes finally focused - at least just enough to see her clearly. ] I am. [ He slurred, his voice tender but his hands were claws embedded into the dirt below him, still warm from running and ready to flee again if he had to. Levi tried to inhale but nothing came to him, only a whistle left his lungs and left his throat sore and burning. So instead, he swallowed his own bile back before crinkling the corners of his eyes to get a better look at her through the fog. His voice sounded like death when he spoke again. ] Did I die...Selene?

@FANGEDFXCK    ( … )     quiet.     [     the   vampiress   snapped,   her   tone   sharp   and   leaving   no   room   for   argument.   her   eyes   assessed   the   damage,   the   blood   pooling   from   his   chest   and   dripping   from   his   mouth.   she   could   only   guess   that   this   was   a   hunter’s   doing.   a   snarl   rumbled   from   her   lips,   a   contrast   to   the   gentle   way   she   cupped   his   cheek,   lifting   his   gaze   to   her.      ]      look   at   me.   stay   awake. 

[ Her words hung in the dim, heavy air between them, and Jasper’s gaze didn't waver, locking onto her eyes with an intensified, knowing spark. He didn't miss the faint, dangerous glint of her fangs under the low lounge lights a detail that only seemed to fuel his unbothered amusement. A slight, playful pout tugged at one side of his lips, a silent surrender to her sharp terms, before he gave her a slow, deliberate nod of approval. ] " Strong, with a bite, and entirely ungentle... You have dangerous tastes, sweetheart. Fortunately for you, I happen to cater to them. " [ Taking a seamless step away from the counter, his eyes lingered on hers for one last, heavy beat before he finally broke the connection, turning smoothly toward the glass shelves behind him. His hands moved with practiced, effortless grace, pulling down a crystal mixing glass alongside a heavy bottle of overproof rye and a dark, bittersweet botanical liqueur. With a low hum, he set to work. He didn't just pour; he crafted with a meticulous, rhythmic flair. He measured out the high proof rye the burning, unapologetic backbone of the drink before adding a splash of the ink dark liqueur and a few drops of smoked chili bitters to give it that promised, deceptive bite. He added a single, perfectly clear sphere of ice into the glass, the crystal clinking softly against the sides as he began to stir. His movements were slow, deliberate, and mesmerizingly fluid, his eyes flicking back to her through the reflection of the mirror behind the bar, a shadow of a smirk still playing on his face. To finish, he took a strip of orange peel, expressing the oils over a flame with a sudden, sharp hiss that flared a brief flash of warmth between them. He dropped the blackened peel into the rich, amber liquid. ] " Let's see if I can't deliver exactly the kind of surprise you're looking for. I call this a Midnight Bleed. "

@crimsonhour    ( … )     [     the   rest   of   the   lounge   faded   into   something   distant   and   unimportant,   a   muted   hum   compared   to   the   focus   between   them.   selene   let   the   surrounding   noise   dissolve   into   the   background,   her   attention   narrowing   with   deliberate   precision.        ]       well   good.   I   was   starting   to   worry   that   I   was   losing   my   touch.      [      selene   noticed   when   his   eyes   glanced   to   her   lips   and   she   couldn’t   help   but   let   her   smile   widen.   a   soft   laugh   escaped   her — low,   and   melodic.   her   posture   didn’t   shift,   yet   the   air   around   her   seemed   to   tighten   as   if   responding   to   her   mood.     ]      honesty…    [      she   echoed,   tilting   her   head   just   enough   for   a   curtain   of   dark   hair   to   slide   across   her   shoulder.      ]      a   steep   price   for   most.   fortunately   for   you,   I’ve   never   had   much   use   for   pretending.   [    her   expression   sharpened   with   intent,   her   eyes   bright   with   both   challenge   and   flirtation.    ]      I   want   something   strong.   something   with   bite.   something   that   doesn’t   pretend   to   be   gentle.     [      the   faint   glint   of   her   fangs   caught   the   light   as   she   grinned — an   expression   with   undeniable   confidence   and   allure.    ]      surprise   me. 

[ A low hum vibrated in his chest, his smirk widening at her defiance as a prominent dimple appeared easily near the corner of his lips. Tracking the shameless sweep of her gaze, his eyes flicked down to her fingers before locking back onto her 'wickedly dark' eyes with a dangerous spark. ] " I'd highly advise against testing that theory, sweetheart. Though, I have to admit... " [ He leaned a fraction closer, his voice dropping to a low, velvet purr , ] " ...compliance was never really my favorite trait anyway. " [ His fingers slid an inch closer on the counter, the heat of his skin practically brushing her elbow as his gaze narrowed with unbothered amusement. ] " Peaked my interest ? Darling, you had my attention the moment you walked in. And as for what I want... " [ He paused, his eyes dropping to her lips for a heavy, deliberate beat before rising to lock back onto her stare, his expression full of knowing charm. ] " ...the price of admission starts with total honesty. If you're willing to bite, I might just let you find out how deep that curiosity goes. Now, what can I get you to drink ? "

/  something either tense or banter! 

@-VAMPIRISMS- / !

/      will drop something for you too