𝔙𝔞𝔫 ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 / 🦇

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@helsings ////

/  introo

@helsings 
            
            He breathed knowing that telling lies about what he was and who he worked for was pointless. "My name is calis brooken I am an enforcer for the vampiric council, my job is to locate and stop rouge vampires, those who are overcome with bloodlust I have no interest hunting or draining humans I find it better to remain hidden because this is the reaction almost getting steaked." He says not hiding anything 

@-VampiricEnforcer- 
            
            Gabrielle didn’t lower the stake. If anything, her grip tightened around it as she narrowed her eyes at him. “Do you have any idea how many things have told me that right before trying to eat someone?” Her gaze flicked briefly to the steak in his hand before returning to his face. “Vampires. Werewolves. Demons. Every monster with a conscience suddenly discovers it the moment a weapon is pointed at them.” She tilted her head slightly, unconvinced. “So forgive me if ‘I’m not hunting humans’ isn’t the reassurance you seem to think it is.” The sharpened stake remained steady in her hand. “Start talking. And for your sake, make it believable.”

@-VampiricEnforcer- 
            
            / go right ahead !!! 

@helsings 
            
            Get tra have an intro plz 

@helsings //

@helsings 
            
            /  yes pls !! I miss her too ;) <3

@wiccaanways 
            
            Gabrielle finished tying off the bandage before giving it one final, entirely unnecessary tug. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” The words were blunt, though the faint smirk tugging at her mouth ruined some of the severity. She finally leaned back to inspect her work, arms folding across her chest. “You’re still in trouble.” Her gaze lingered on the fresh injuries scattered across him. “And for the record, surviving something stupid does not automatically make it a good idea.”

a hiss leaves his lips as she patches him up with as much gentleness as she was weak. “ fuck. ” his head throws back for a moment, whispering deeply at the wound pressed against the bandage tightly. “ i may not be invincible but i think i do pretty well for myself. ” admitting he was wrong was nearly impossible especially when he considered anything a victory so long as he was still alive— and still a witch. he smiles small, though he quickly grits his teeth.  “ not without your help of course. ”

@wiccaanways 
            
            Gabrielle’s smug grin only widened when he winced. “Good.” She tightened the bandage around his ribs with unnecessary firmness before smoothing it flat. “Maybe next time you’ll remember you’re not invincible.” Her gaze lingered on the claw marks carved across his side, irritation hiding beneath the amusement. “A pack of nightmare beasts twice your size and your solution was to charge straight into the middle of them.” She tied off the bandage with a sharp tug. “Honestly, keeping you alive is becoming a full-time occupation.”

@crybabycarver 
            
            / BIG SMOOCHES 

sparring sessions were always so exhilarating with gabrielle, he’d allow himself to get comfortable in her strong embrace succumbing to her attack before eventually trying— the results of which were varied. she’d pinned him down by surprise more times than he could count. 
            
            his eyes fall to her smile, feigning curiosity. “ really? you’ve brought me so close to it before. ”

@wiccaanways 
            
            “Repent?” Gabrielle echoed, one brow arching as she kept him pinned beneath her with effortless control. The corner of her mouth curved into a faint, knowing smirk. “I think we’re a little beyond that.” Her gaze swept over him before settling back on his eyes. “Besides, if you wanted salvation, you picked the wrong woman to throw yourself at.”

@FANGEDFXCK 
            
            / what the heck WATTPAD :’))) lemme go and drop on your mb so we can continue!!! I’ll drop what I responded with originally and then we can continue from there <3

@wiccaanways 
            
            *Her thumb dragged slowly across her own lower lip before she reached for the dagger resting at her side—ancient silver etched with scripture worn smooth by centuries of use. The only blade ever capable of opening his skin*
            
            *She leaned in between his knees, fingers gliding over the faded initial already carved into him, reverent enough to almost seem tender. Then her lips pressed against the old mark—heated, deliberate—lingering just long enough to make the anticipation cruel. When she finally looked up at him again, there was a rare smirk pulling at her mouth*
            
            I am going to enjoy this far more than I should, my love.

is it suffering if i both enjoy it? [ he replies, sliding his unbuttoned shirt off him and throwing it over the chair. he sits, eyes watching as she took him in. admiration shining in his eyes as she examined the state of his marking. honestly it should’ve faded ages ago, but he allowed it to remain. ] 
            
            i want you to enjoy this too— this act of making me yours. 

@wiccaanways 
            
            *Gabrielle’s gaze lowered to the faded scar, and for once the composure in her expression cracked into something darker—something that almost looked pleased*
            
            You always did wear suffering like devotion (…) take a seat, my love—I’ll make sure you enjoy this.