Posts by Asphyxiat3d

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  • running from time is our greatest fear. | private



    ━━━━ ━━━━ ━━━ ━━ ━ ❝ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ━ ━━ ━━━━━ ━━━ ━ ━ ━
    A L E X A N D E R ▌de Fontaine Wolfgang
    ━ ━━━━━━ ━━━ ━━━━━━━ ━━ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀɪɴ. ❞ ━━━━━ ━ ━━━ ━ ━

    [align=center][img width=220 height=270]http://31.media.tumblr.com/9c5…s80yALvl1tdwsnwo1_400.png[/img] [align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -450px; margin-bottom: -8px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"I'm not a fool. I just[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -350px; margin-bottom: -70px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]love that you're dead inside."[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: 60px; margin-left: -100px; width: 230px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=7pt][font=arial]Alexander exhaled lightly when the tips of her fingertips glissaded along his abdomen, his breath shaking. He shivered against her touch, still not quite used to being touched by her in such a way. It was delightfully chilling, in which he simply couldn't get enough of her. "Hmmm," he hummed in accordance to her reply, not entirely believing her. Nevertheless, he'd at least help her clean everything up and get her something to make up for it all. When her lips met his, he was fully prepared to greedily take all he could get, even though they'd just gotten past all of that about an hour ago. Still, he couldn't entirely extinguish the fire in the pit of his stomach.




    He kept his urges on a leash once she pulled away from him. He closed his eyes for a moment, fully intent on falling back asleep eventually when she spoke up again, and he opened his eyes to gaze upon a landscape of crimson pigment kissing the surface of her cheeks. "How cute," he thought smugly. He let his hand drop from her cheek, all the while taking great heed in the way she traced patterns and symbols on the skin of his chest. "You were fantastic." He smiled reassuringly at her, lying back down and burying his face in the soft cushion of her chest as he wrapped an arm around her slender waist. He remained like that for a few moments, listening to the heartbeat within her ribcage and when he lifted his head again, he was met with an expression of genuine annoyance.




    He laughed at her situation and smoothed back her frenzied strands of tresses, cupping her face in his hands and bringing her lips to his once more because her lips were like poison and wine. "You're absolutely gorgeous," he sighed, planting chaste kisses on her jawline and sensual ones on her neck. "We should get dressed, don't ya think?" The realisation that she would age while he remained relatively young had not yet hit him, but he would jump over that hurdle as it came.

    [/size][/justify][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -15px; margin-left: -450px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"I'm not a fool.[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: -350px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][color=white][glow=black,2,300]I'm just lifeless too."[/glow][/fancypost]


    [align=center][size=6pt][color=black]© ғɪʀᴇ, ғɪʀᴇ    [/size]

  • running from time is our greatest fear. | private



    ━━━━ ━━━━ ━━━ ━━ ━ ❝ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ━ ━━ ━━━━━ ━━━ ━ ━ ━
    A L E X A N D E R ▌de Fontaine Wolfgang
    ━ ━━━━━━ ━━━ ━━━━━━━ ━━ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀɪɴ. ❞ ━━━━━ ━ ━━━ ━ ━

    [align=center][img width=220 height=270]http://31.media.tumblr.com/9c5…s80yALvl1tdwsnwo1_400.png[/img] [align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -450px; margin-bottom: -8px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"I'm not a fool. I just[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -350px; margin-bottom: -70px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]love that you're dead inside."[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: 60px; margin-left: -100px; width: 230px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=7pt][font=arial]Alexander stretched again lackadaisically like the languid feline he was born to be. His joins cracked under the sweet strain and he felt ultimately loose and relaxed after getting rid of all pint up tension. "Eighth grade," he snorted. He was incredulous to that little bit of information; apparently she still fit in her eight grade clothes. Then again, spandex was meant to stretch, so it was likely just stretched to fit her newfound size. She was petite, no doubt, albeit she was definitely no physically immature eighth grader; she had the curves and proportions of a healthy, enticing woman. He lazily rolled back over, even though he'd suggested they get dressed.




    Part of him wanted to get up, but a larger part decided that lying down was much more comfortable. It was only when her suggestive, lewd words interrupted his thoughtful silence did he reopen his eyes and smirk. He made no comment to her flirtatious tone, but he was definitely going to keep that in mind.




    Once she left the room, he groggily got up and put on his boxers, which he found strewn across her lamp where he'd thrown it, and his pants, which were crumpled on the floor. He wandered back into his room and exchanged his old pants and boxers for a fresh pair and then threw on a decent shirt before wandering back into her room to pick up the broken glass and other objects. As he finished tidying up her room, he saw her phone and remembered the way in which she discarded of it with frustration. Despite better judgement, he grabbed the phone and checked it. "Klaus," he murmured skeptically, deciding it was a topic he had to bring up despite not desiring the possible income.




    He wandered downstairs and discarded of the broken contents in the trashcan in the kitchen and then returned to the living room where Crimson was surveying the surroundings. "That's where I left it," he mumbled, grabbing his shirt from off the couch and throwing it over his shoulder. "By the way, why won't you talk to Klaus?" He kept his tone calm and non-judgemental, but he was clearly confused and cautious about the situation. Something was wrong between those two if she insisted on ignoring all his phone calls and messages.




    "To me, it seems like he has something important to say."

    [/size][/justify][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -15px; margin-left: -450px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"I'm not a fool.[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: -350px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][color=white][glow=black,2,300]I'm just lifeless too."[/glow][/fancypost]


    [align=center][size=6pt][color=black]© ғɪʀᴇ, ғɪʀᴇ    [/size]

  • are we out of the woods yet? {pafp - semi adv}



    ━━ ━━━ ━━ ━ ❝ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟs ━ ━━━ ━━━━ ━━ ━━━ ━━━ ━
    L U C I A N ▌Ténèbres Pendragon
    ━ ━━━━━━ ━━━ ━━━━━ ━━ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜʏ ᴏᴜʀ ʀɪʙs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴀɢᴇs ❞ ━━ ━━ ━━━ ━


    [align=center][img width=220 height=370]http://38.media.tumblr.com/12c…k300LRUN1tdwsnwo1_500.png[/img] [align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -450px; margin-bottom: -8px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"Human beings in a mob;[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -350px; margin-bottom: -70px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]What's a mob to a king?"[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: 60px; margin-left: -100px; width: 230px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=7pt][font=arial]Lucian tried not to crack a smile at her mockingly defensive tone, and he cleared his throat as he feigned a serious expression. "You're right -- really; you were such a good girl in high school." Though 'good girl' wasn't the first word he would've described her as. Oh... man, he shouldn't be thinking such lewd thoughts. She wasn't his to love anymore. He cleared his throat again, though he pretended it was a cough rather than him trying to disrupt his thoughts. It went in vain, however, when her next words were interpreted: "...and that was....on our would be anniversary." He paused at this again, hiding his frown by bringing his coffee mug up to his lips and taking a sip. The coffee was lukewarm by now, but it felt colder than it really was. If she kept that stuff up, he wasn't sure just how much he'd be able to hang out with her. He really needed to get over the past. It shouldn't be effecting him this way.




    He ate the rest of his doughnut quickly, just to keep his mouth occupied lest he was still transfixed into a frown of solemnity. He began slowly finishing his coffee, mainly to stall, because he wanted to get himself back together before going anywhere else. "Do I really think you could be a lawyer?" He spoke in such a way that he thought it was the most ridiculous question she had ever asked. "Of course! You're one of the smartest girls I know, Felicity; stop doubting yourself. Plus, just because some other students might know more than you, that doesn't mean they're smarter." He finished the last remnants of his coffee, and began idly tracing the rim of his cup with his right index finger. "Touchè," he answered. He sounded slightly disappointed by the realisation that they wouldn't be able to be neighbours, but inside he was rather relieved. It hurt him to think this, but he wouldn't mind if he never saw her again after college.




    He didn't know if he'd be able to take it.




    The depressive thoughts were pushed to the dusty recesses of his mind when she came at him with a comeback, and he laughed. "Cats, eh? You sound like you plan to be a lonely, lonely woman." He raised his eyebrows at her remark concerning children and music, and he shook his head. "No, no. That's alright; I'll behave so long as you keep those kids in line. You know how I can be without enough sleep."




    He glanced at the check as it was placed on the table, and his eyes were diverted to the appearance of Felicity going through her purse as if she meant to pay the bill. "Oh, Felicity, don't worry -- I can get it." Just to make sure there was no room for argument, he quickly pulled his wallet out of his pocket and removed the necessary cash along with tips and placed it on top of the table. "It's the least I can do after you accepted me back into your life."







    [/size][/justify][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -15px; margin-left: -450px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"What's a king to a god?[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: -350px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][color=white][glow=black,2,300]What's a god to a non-believer?"[/glow][/fancypost]


    [align=center][size=6pt][color=black]© ғɪʀᴇ, ғɪʀᴇ    [/size]

  • are we out of the woods yet? {pafp - semi adv}



    ━━ ━━━ ━━ ━ ❝ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟs ━ ━━━ ━━━━ ━━ ━━━ ━━━ ━
    L U C I A N ▌Ténèbres Pendragon
    ━ ━━━━━━ ━━━ ━━━━━ ━━ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜʏ ᴏᴜʀ ʀɪʙs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴀɢᴇs ❞ ━━ ━━ ━━━ ━


    [align=center][img width=220 height=370]http://38.media.tumblr.com/12c…k300LRUN1tdwsnwo1_500.png[/img] [align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -450px; margin-bottom: -8px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"Human beings in a mob;[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -350px; margin-bottom: -70px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]What's a mob to a king?"[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: 60px; margin-left: -100px; width: 230px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=7pt][font=arial]Lucian caught what looked like the beginning of a blush creep across her cheeks, albeit it was so insignificant, he wasn't entirely sure if he was making the image up, or she had actually caught his 'good girl' drift. He would be lying if he had said that he wasn't glad he still had that effect on her; it conjured some pride and self-esteem in the issue that he was still important -- still worth her emotional strain. Yet he was also quite uncomfortable with the aspect of her getting drunk over him. It hurt to know that she was suffering from a situation she had no control over. He'd like to talk about it, but it had been more than a year. She had a boyfriend, and resolving their issues now wouldn't be the brightest of ideas.




    "No problem, Felicity; anything to help a friend." Something about the way she smiled tentatively, and how she habitually tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. It was something he was all too familiar with, and it brought up a sense of nostalgia. He could understand why she would doubt herself, but he solely believed she had no reason to let that all get to her head; she was extremely bright. When she justified her reasoning for having many cats, he snorted in refrained laughter. "OKAY. Good luck finding a guy who'll agree with that." But maybe her boyfriend did agree with cats, or maybe they hadn't even begun talking marriage. Surely he was older though -- as a police officer. Or at least he wasn't likely still in college.




    "I am still pet-less," he murmured with a mock-frown. He never knew what it was like to have a pet, so he didn't really know what it was he was missing out on. He definitely planned to get a pet at some point, though; or two... or three. Maybe more. "Ugh, thank you. How do you think I stay so handsome? Sleep, and lots of it." He never gave his aesthetic appearance much thought, but apparently he wasn't so bad of a catch. The moment he gave his reason for paying the bill, he could see her deflate and he immediately felt guilty. He didn't know exactly what he meant by saying that, but he had a feeling she understood what he couldn't. He felt abandoned... she'd left, couldn't tell him where she'd gone and why, and then moved on.




    She fell in love without really breaking up with him -- but he understood it wasn't her fault at all. She couldn't hang on to him forever. But... the irrational side of him thought differently; maybe because he hung onto her for a while. Maybe he felt he earned at least some mutual understanding. "I know," he whispered back, fixing her with a smile as weak as his voice in that moment. He gathered his things as she did, and obediently followed her out. "Okay, so where to first?" He hoped they could just bounce back from all that.

    [/size][/justify][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -15px; margin-left: -450px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"What's a king to a god?[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: -350px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][color=white][glow=black,2,300]What's a god to a non-believer?"[/glow][/fancypost]


    [align=center][size=6pt][color=black]© ғɪʀᴇ, ғɪʀᴇ    [/size]

  • running from time is our greatest fear. | private



    ━━━━ ━━━━ ━━━ ━━ ━ ❝ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ━ ━━ ━━━━━ ━━━ ━ ━ ━
    A L E X A N D E R ▌de Fontaine Wolfgang
    ━ ━━━━━━ ━━━ ━━━━━━━ ━━ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀɪɴ. ❞ ━━━━━ ━ ━━━ ━ ━

    [align=center][img width=220 height=270]http://31.media.tumblr.com/9c5…s80yALvl1tdwsnwo1_400.png[/img] [align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -450px; margin-bottom: -8px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"I'm not a fool. I just[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -350px; margin-bottom: -70px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]love that you're dead inside."[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: 60px; margin-left: -100px; width: 230px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=7pt][font=arial]Alexander tentatively sat beside her on the couch, cautious about the news he was being handed. He didn't know if it directly effected him or if it was something personal that she merely wanted to get off her chest; he didn't know which one her preferred, because he wasn't good at giving people advice, but he didn't necessarily want to be in a bad situation neither. But he listened. He listened intently and sincerely, because she seemed distressed. She wouldn't look him in the eye as she spoke. The moment she said he had committed a murder, his lips pursed and his heart began to flee in his chest. What did that mean? He was in jail -- on the run from the police? What?




    Her explanation was a lot more vague than he'd been anticipating, however. The news did not explain much, still left many questions hanging in the air that she didn't seem to plan on answering. "Are you trying to say... he's a vampire slayer?" He honestly hadn't been notified of any cases like that -- cases of humans hunting vampires. But then again, he'd only met a few vampires in his lifetime and he hadn't gotten along with most of them; they were extremely territorial, and he had grown up here, so he felt the obligation to protect his 'territory.' "Or was it an accidental murder and now he... believes in vampries?" He was worried about either scenario; if he found out he was a vampire, what would Klaus do to him? He probably wouldn't like the idea of Crimson sleeping with and dating a vampire.

    [/size][/justify][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -15px; margin-left: -450px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"I'm not a fool.[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: -350px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][color=white][glow=black,2,300]I'm just lifeless too."[/glow][/fancypost]


    [align=center][size=6pt][color=black]© ғɪʀᴇ, ғɪʀᴇ    [/size]

  • running from time is our greatest fear. | private



    ━━━━ ━━━━ ━━━ ━━ ━ ❝ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ━ ━━ ━━━━━ ━━━ ━ ━ ━
    A L E X A N D E R ▌de Fontaine Wolfgang
    ━ ━━━━━━ ━━━ ━━━━━━━ ━━ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀɪɴ. ❞ ━━━━━ ━ ━━━ ━ ━

    [align=center][img width=220 height=270]http://31.media.tumblr.com/9c5…s80yALvl1tdwsnwo1_400.png[/img] [align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -450px; margin-bottom: -8px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"I'm not a fool. I just[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -350px; margin-bottom: -70px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]love that you're dead inside."[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: 60px; margin-left: -100px; width: 230px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=7pt][font=arial]If only things were less complicated... if only. Albeit nothing would ever be any less complicated it seemed; she was human -- mortal, and he was doomed to eternal life. Next to that, her brother was apparently a supernatural hunter. He swallowed, a lump forming in his throat as the information very slowly sunk into his head. This time, it was he who could not keep eye contact with her. He was scared that his eyes would show fear, disappointment, anger, or et cetera. He only glanced at her when he felt her rest her cranium on his chest, and he held her, tightened his embrace, and bent down to kiss the top of her head. He didn't know who was more scared; him or her.




    He considered her question, and at first he was the most silent. He didn't know what to do if her brother started paying surprise visits. This made him entirely conflicted. Perhaps... he should move out and try to stay away from Crimson for just a little bit. But when she began inching her hands up his shirt, and he shivered, he realised then that he'd never be able to stay away from Crimson no matter how hard he tried. He loved when she touched him like that; soft, light, and fragile. He was no fragile creature, but he'd always love this sensation.




    "As long as he doesn't see my bite -- we should be fine, no?" His bite was on his shoulder, so unless he was walking around the house shirtless, Klaus should never suspect him of being a monster of any kind. "We'll be fine..." He grabbed her free hand and kissed each one of her fingers. Still, the matter of age still lingered. "But Crimson... I don't really know if we're going to work. You're going to grow old and die."

    [/size][/justify][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -15px; margin-left: -450px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"I'm not a fool.[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: -350px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][color=white][glow=black,2,300]I'm just lifeless too."[/glow][/fancypost]


    [align=center][size=6pt][color=black]© ғɪʀᴇ, ғɪʀᴇ    [/size]

  • are we out of the woods yet? {pafp - semi adv}



    ━━ ━━━ ━━ ━ ❝ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟs ━ ━━━ ━━━━ ━━ ━━━ ━━━ ━
    L U C I A N ▌Ténèbres Pendragon
    ━ ━━━━━━ ━━━ ━━━━━ ━━ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜʏ ᴏᴜʀ ʀɪʙs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴀɢᴇs ❞ ━━ ━━ ━━━ ━


    [align=center][img width=220 height=370]http://38.media.tumblr.com/12c…k300LRUN1tdwsnwo1_500.png[/img] [align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -450px; margin-bottom: -8px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"Human beings in a mob;[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -350px; margin-bottom: -70px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]What's a mob to a king?"[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: 60px; margin-left: -100px; width: 230px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=7pt][font=arial]Lucian didn't miss the split-second look of disappointment that washed over her palette to his two-worded response. She had poured her heart out in that one sentence; that once sentence she'd uttered spoke volumes, but 'I know' was all he was willing to divulge. He didn't want anything to get so deep, they both ended up falling back down into that hole of a wasteland they'd both visited when they'd split up; it was only right that he keep the both of them distant to one another on the topic of their previous relationship status. He followed her silently, nodding and humming in response whenever she pointed out something crucial to him; he spoke only to ask questions, and nothing else. He was still trying to shake off that awkward moment they'd shared in the coffee shop... he already knew he wasn't going to be able to go to that coffee shop anymore. He'd start visiting one in town, instead.




    Once the boring tour was over, he mulled over what else to say, but she bit him to it. Seeing her hesitant smile, he offered a smile of his own. "Hollywood Walk of Fame," he agreed with a definite nod. He knew where it was, so he began walking in the relative direction -- the exact location, however, he wasn't sure about. "Oh, my dad will be visiting in the next few days -- would it be bad for you to see him again?"

    [/size][/justify][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -15px; margin-left: -450px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"What's a king to a god?[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: -350px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][color=white][glow=black,2,300]What's a god to a non-believer?"[/glow][/fancypost]


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  • ʙᴀᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ [w.i.p]

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    Ajax Pendragon made something significant of his name. From an insignificant, private business to the largest multinational company in the world, Pendragon ltd. maximised its profit and gave the Pendragon bloodline enough money to swim in for multiple generations. Albeit with riches and success comes lies, deceit, and injustice. Ajax Pendragon became a tick for money, sucking and draining the life-force from his shareholders with only his benefit in mind. He stole millions to billions of money from unsuspecting clients, and when his secret came out, he was headed toward federal prison. He went from revered and envied to hunted and hated. Ajax was nothing if not a proud man, so rather than pay for his crimes and do the time in prison, he ended his life; it was the same as winning in his book. It was a selfish deed, for Ajax had a wife and two sons. His eldest son was only ten, and the other was eight.


    Worst of all, it was his eight year old son who found him slumped over his office desk when he came home from school. It was he who saw his father with half of his head blown off from an M-16, and his brain lying on the desk in one, wet piece. For a while, the Pendragon family was quiet. They abandoned their estate in Europe and high-tailed it to the city of Dubai in the United Arab Emirates. There, the wife of Ajax Pendragon, Eleanor, married another rich CEO of a smaller multi-national company, and with the help of his step-father, the eldest son, at the ripe age of twenty-five, exhumed Pendragon ltd. The company quickly rose back to its previous power, and then some. It established business in Asia, the Middle East, the Americas, Canada, Africa, and now it has returned to Europe, where it still wields a bad name.


    Misfortunately, when the young CEO returns to Europe, a new company is beginning to bloom there. Falco ltd. Another fairly mature CEO has started a multi-national company of their own, and aren't willing to be outfitted by an old flame. Now Falco and Pendragon are battling each other for profit; the dragon and the falcon. Two powerful families, with shady ties to the black market, private militaries, and et cetera, are battling on the streets of Europe. Every night, there is a murder of another Falco or Pendragon family member or worker, more shootings... and no one even knows what the two CEOs are doing about it. They refuse to be interviewed, refuse to answer to the media, and keep their lips sealed shut. But the Pendragon heir does something audacious, and releases a podcast, where he tells the Falco family to keep their heads down, or expect to get their heads cut off.


    All hell is breaking loose now. There is a curfew; at the strike of midnight, everyone flees to their homes, locks their doors and windows, barricades their openings, and turns off their lights. Only the stupidly brave dare to ignore curfew orders, and if they don't get caught by the patrolling cops driving around, they'll get caught by the Falco and Pendragon mafia. The Falco and Pendragon families have become crime syndicates bent on destroying each other, and the residents of European cities want out, but the only way out is in a body bag.


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    [size=18][color=white]Ｔｈｅ Ｆａｌｃｏ[/size]
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    A relatively new familial owned company, which is currently overseen by one of the several children of Talbot Falco and Claudette Falco. Though not nearly as large as Pendragon, they are a force to be reckoned with and fight with a vengeance of tigers.



    ■ ■ ■ Roles
    ⎛ CEO of Falco ltd. ⎠- responsible for the financial needs of the company, and also chooses all important decisions pertaining to the business and the war against Pendragon - reserved for Petrova



    ⎛ Underboss of Falco ltd. ⎠- strictly responsible for all the shady, dirty business; black market, private military, assassinations, spying, and et cetera - open


    ⎛ Bodyguard(s) ⎠- this comes with a range of responsibilities; driving, guarding the CEO and the Underboss, keeping an eye on things, and doing virtually anything that the CEO or Underboss tells them - unlimited.


    ⎛ Tech(s) ⎠- they are hired from private militaries and are responsible for anything technical. For example, say someone has a damning video that they are using to blackmail the CEO or Underboss, or anyone important to the Falco family, the tech's job is to hack into the database and erase every trace of information of the video.


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  • running from time is our greatest fear. | private


    ━━━━ ━━━━ ━━━ ━━ ━ ❝ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ━ ━━ ━━━━━ ━━━ ━ ━ ━
    A L E X A N D E R ▌de Fontaine Wolfgang
    ━ ━━━━━━ ━━━ ━━━━━━━ ━━ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀɪɴ. ❞ ━━━━━ ━ ━━━ ━ ━



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  • running from time is our greatest fear. | private


    ━━━━ ━━━━ ━━━ ━━ ━ ❝ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ━ ━━ ━━━━━ ━━━ ━ ━ ━
    A L E X A N D E R ▌de Fontaine Wolfgang
    ━ ━━━━━━ ━━━ ━━━━━━━ ━━ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀɪɴ. ❞ ━━━━━ ━ ━━━ ━ ━



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  • ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀs [ᴀᴅᴠ. ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs]

    WORK IN PROGRESS

    [shadow=Black,left]Sebastian Calev de Nero Gal Wolfgang Pendragon[/shadow]


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    [shadow=black,left]GOES BY [shadow=Black,left];;[/shadow][/shadow] "Sir Sebastian, and that is all."


    [shadow=black,left]AGE [shadow=Black,left];;[/shadow][/shadow] "I am of twenty-seven years. Misfortunately, I am working for a bunch of underaged privileged children. It explains why it is said that 'fools' make the rules on this earth."


    [shadow=black,left]GENDER [shadow=Black,left];;[/shadow][/shadow] "I've got male genitalia, a baritone voice, and an absence of breasts; would you like to take an educated guess?"


    [shadow=black,left]KINGDOM [shadow=Black,left];;[/shadow][/shadow] "The Kingdom of Ezren."


    [shadow=black,left]RANKING [shadow=Black,left];;[/shadow][/shadow] "I am a mere warrior today..."


    [shadow=black,left]DESIRED RANKING [shadow=Black,left];;[/shadow][/shadow] "... but I hope to be deputy tomorrow."


    [shadow=black,left]KIN [shadow=Black,left];;[/shadow][/shadow] answer
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    [shadow=black,left]BASIC TRAITS [shadow=Black,left];;[/shadow][/shadow] answer


    [shadow=black,left]ADVANCED PERSONALITY -optional, though if you want a high position, it is expected, delete this- [shadow=Black,left];;[/shadow][/shadow] answer


    [shadow=black,left]HISTORY -optional, though if you want a high position, it is expected, delete this- [shadow=Black,left];;[/shadow][/shadow] answer


    [shadow=black,left]ENEMIES -optional- [shadow=Black,left];;[/shadow][/shadow] answer


    [shadow=black,left]FRIENDS -optional [shadow=Black,left];;[/shadow][/shadow] answer
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    [font=times new roman][shadow=black,left]SEXUALITY [shadow=Black,left];;[/shadow][/shadow] answer


    [shadow=black,left]PAST RELATIONSHIPS [shadow=Black,left];;[/shadow][/shadow] answer


    [shadow=black,left]THOUGHTS ON LOVE AND RELATIONSHIPS IN GENERAL [shadow=Black,left];;[/shadow][/shadow] answer


    [shadow=black,left]LOVE INTEREST [shadow=Black,left];;[/shadow][/shadow] answer


    [shadow=black,left]ARRANGED MARRIAGE? [size=5pt]-prince and princesses will have a marriage arranged by their parents-[/size][shadow=Black,left];;[/shadow][/shadow] answer
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    [shadow=black,left]OTHER [shadow=Black,left];;[/shadow][/shadow] answer


    [shadow=black,left]DID YOU ANSWER THE POLL? [shadow=Black,left];;[/shadow][/shadow] answer


    [shadow=black,left]PLOT IDEAS [shadow=Black,left];;[/shadow][/shadow] answer
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  • ♋♈ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ && sɪɢɴ ᴜᴘ && CLOSED ♈♋

    WIP



    [img width=510 height=41]http://fontmeme.com/newcreate.…%20Pendragon&name=Shoguns Clan.ttf&size=40&style_color=470000[/img]


    Henry Cavill



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    NICKNAME;; "I wouldn't if I were you. I like my name the way it is."
    GENDER;; "I have male genitalia, facial and bodily hair, a baritone voice, and an absence of breasts. Would you like to take an educated guess?"
    AGE;; "I am of twenty six years."
    HAIR COLOR;; A dark pigmentation of brown, which may appear ebony in some settings.
    EYE COLOR;; Due to a genetic mutation, his eyes are a mixture of greens, blues, and browns.
    GOD/GODDESS TOUCHED BY;; Maddox is touched by Vulcan, the God of fire.
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    BRIEF PERSONA;; It starts with the impulse to burn everything and everyone to the ground, and where does one go from there? Maddox is a machine of a man, who's foundations consist of black & white; there are no grey areas -- no in-betweens, and his true love is control. Maddox has taken on the role of anti-hero and he lets it adorn him like he was meant to, and he does so like no other can. Contrary to popular belief, in times where he is assumed to be a sociopath, Maddox contains a sense of empathy and understands the strife he puts people through; he just doesn't care who gets hurt in the process so long as he reaches his goal. Like a glass of water on a hot day, he can be your anchor — your relief — but like a brutal wintry storm, he can be cold and relentless.


    He draws in, just as easily, those who would regularly resist temptation as he would those who were easily tempted. On his worst days, where he is wrath and rage, a worst nature is divulged. He has had a vast history of executing frivolous, vexing, and malicious actions, especially (but not extensively) against those whom have managed to do him wrong. Only after he feels he has lost control can the full depth of his destructive behaviour be fathomed and the consequences calculated with depth. Misfortunately for those associated, he tends to enact his rage on those he finds most important. To love and be favoured by him is the cruelest fate anyone could endure, for his indulgence of the flesh is as painful as it is pleasurable.


    He's an open book with complex vocabulary; he's hard to understand. Hidden in plain sight, he promises you the earth and the stars with one face and whittles away at wills while he steals your emotional security with the other. The most rewarding thing at the end of the day is to watch the worlds of his enemies come crashing and burning down. He has no regard for good or for evil, no need for the usual vices and virtues of humanity. Where others see fate and patterns, morality and honour, gods and righteousness, he sees only lies stretched over mayhem, and plays with them like a child playing cat’s cradle. He has ice in his veins, hate in his heart, love on his mind, and the hearts of his enemies in his hands. He may 'hate' or he may 'love,' albeit only in unconventional ways unbound from traditional emotion. He is neither gentle nor kind, except for in the most terrible of ways. Sure, in an instant he may incinerate valuable relations or entirely break a person, but at least he feels like he is in control; like the master of his own universe.


    There is a violent, foreboding grace to him that cause people to shrink away in fear but admire from afar; after all, fear is the ultimate motivator, and everyone needs a little motivation to respect someone. People follow him blindly like sheep and only those who endure and survive come as lions. Sociopathic to a degree, the matter is debatable, but he is adherent to a certain principle of love; love is none other than an illusion, and anyone who believes in it is a fool. He admits that he feels strongly of certain persons and objects, but 'love' isn't a word he often uses in his vocabulary unless he needs to use it to get what he needs. Lies are, after all, his mother tongue. He enjoys the beauty of women, but what is in them as a human being is irrelevant to him, because he has no plans to be tied down. It is said around town that his love is most generous where it is most hurtful. He may be destructive or merry, precise or bacchanalian, dealing out death or candy or all at once, but he is never, ever tame.


    BACKSTORY [OPTIONAL];;
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    SIBLINGS;; Maddox is a single child.
    ANIMALS;; Maddox is the 'father' of three baby dragons .
    SEXUALITY;; "I'm what they call a 'heterosexual.'"
    CRUSH;; "I don't crush unless we're talking about crushing dreams and bones."
    LOVE;; "I don't love. I pursue, I get what I want, and then I move on."
    SPECIAL ABILITIES;;
    1.) He is able to put himself into the bodies of his dragons and, essentially, become a dragon himself.
    2.) He can manipulate and generate fire, heat, and photons.


    PRIZED POSESSIONS;; His dragons, basically, and his mother's engagement ring, which he keeps on a necklace around his neck.
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    MUSE;; It really depends on what I'm given to work with.
    ACTIVITY;; Hmmmm. 7 out of 10.
    ADDITIONAL PLOT IDEAS [OPTIONAL];; Uh. None as of yet.
    ROLEPLAY SAMPLE;; Mur. Maybe later?
    OTHER;; Gladiators.
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  • ♋♈ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ && sɪɢɴ ᴜᴘ && CLOSED ♈♋


    Oh, and the image you're using is actually Candice Swanepoel. Just a heads up.