#› demetri volturi ╱ winter stole summer’s thrill ( verse i ; canon )

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SPICY  /  VIOLENT MEME,  &  @misbehavc  (  accepting  )

   HIS BACK HITS THE WALL AS HE STUMBLES, not hard enough to actually crack the surface. Usually, it wouldn’t raise any particular worries, since they have this habit of turning the palace into their playground sometimes, but the silence that follows is definitely wrong, too heavy. This is not one of their games. Demetri has been on edge since their little trip to Forks  —  as useless as it was  —  and now he feels as if someone has opened a lid that should have stayed sealed shut. Things are pouring out, things he doesn’t like  :  sand all around, a smile on his face  ——  why? Why was he smiling like that? So bright, honest. Like he truly enjoyed being there.    Demetri slides down the wall, instead of laughing it out, or attacking back, as if being slapped switched something off in him. It should be gone, all of it, Aro made sure, and yet here he is, feeling like a junkie who hasn’t gotten poison in his veins for too long. Yes, Chelsea is going to make him feel better, she is going to fix this. For now, though? He is left feeling sick and he knows those two are to blame, what little remains of his old coven and the replacement, of course.    « Fuck’s wrong with me? »

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CONT  /  &  @misbehavc  (  heidi.  )

   « WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS, Heidi? Bullying people is mean. »   mock offense clear, voice and curve of his lips dripping with it. It takes two to play a game and Demetri is always a willing partner when it comes to her, always ready to provide a challenge. Instead of trying to free himself from her grasp  —  he is rather fond of this shirt, a pretty navy blue  —  Demetri steps closer and brings both of his hands to Heidi's sides. it could almost like they are dancing, now, with no music to guide their movements, and yet a well known rhythm between them makes this seem practiced, a show for invisible eyes.

   « I like my beautiful head just where it is and I am sure quite a lot of people would agree  ——  wouldn’t you? »

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@misbehavc​​  said  :   ❝  you’re not that good a liar and I’m not that stupid.  ❞  from felix (   alice,  madness returns  :  accepting  )

IT’S SCARY SOMETIMES,  realizing just how much Felix has come to know him,  how much Demetri has allowed him close.  too much,  his mind tries to warn him,  you will lose him like you have lost everyone else.  but how could he ever try to push Felix away  ?  he could never be strong enough to do it,  to tear himself apart from someone that has kept him sane all these years.  it would be like severing his own leg and then having to live with a constant phantom pain,  haunting him every day.  or maybe Demetri is just afraid of who he would become without him,  wants to be selfish and cling to the feeling of belonging  ——  not in Volterra,  not really,  but with Felix. «  I am fine  ——  you don’t need to look at me like I am about to break down or something.  bored,  though..  let’s go find alec and annoy him until he gives us the you’re walking on thin fucking ice look.  »    he swiftly tries to change argument,  to shift the focus on someone else,  because there is no need to burden him with his stupid negative thoughts.

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AND    I     DARKEN     SENTENCE     PROMPTS   .  //  &  @misbehavc​  ( selectively accepting  )

   STOP, he almost utters this out loud. Felix talking like that makes him want to put a hand on his mouth, hard and unrelenting, to keep him from speaking another word of this. Demetri narrows his eyes, instead, something similar to grief trying to crawl up his throat. It’s not a fully formed feeling, it’s the threat of one. He might not have had a choice in joining the Volturi, but he chose this bond and he is willing to call it family, one of the few real things he truly has. What scares him is that he doesn’t want it ripped from him, too. And really, who is he to say it will never happen? Didn’t Aro have his previous tracker killed when he found him, far better, the best in the whole world  (  for now  )? He likes to think he would fight, if Aro  —  or anyone  —  tried to take Felix away from him, like he could not do back in Egypt, vicious and unyielding, that he would dare to challenge him if such a thing were to happen. Dangerous thoughts, hidden, safely kept away in his heart. They show on his face, just for a moment, just for him.

   I can’t lose you. I won’t.

   « You think I can’t take on the Cullens? You wound me, Felix. »   tone far from being actually hurt, he halts to a stop by his side, lips finally stirring into a small grin, confidence all but fake. In battle they are lethal; Felix the brutal strength to his speed, never far, always seeming to know his moves by heart.

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❝ Your are so pretty. Like delicate butterfly beneath my boot. ❞ heidi @ dem

AND    I     DARKEN     SENTENCE     PROMPTS   .  //  not accepting

   HALF-HEARTED SNORT, smile already tugging at his lips. Her words half flattering, half mocking, he knows better than to let them get under his skin. Unbothered, he turns to her, following the sound of her voice on instinct, letting his mouth slowly curve up while doing so. There aren’t many people Demetri is willing to let run their tongues like this, without consequence, few people he trusts enough to let them do this and more. It’s a very small list, so brief there are only two names on it, he keeps it tucked against his heart, wary of allowing the word to see it  ——  he knows there are people who would only use it to hurt him and he would rather die before letting something happen to either Felix or Heidi.          « Delicate? Do I look like Alec to you? »   none of his thoughts show through in his tone, light, free of thorns.   « What do young people like to say these days? Step on me, queen. »

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SPICY  /  VIOLENT MEME  ,  &  @nocturncd​  (  accepting  )

   THERE IS A PRECISE MOMENT WHEN HIS EVER-PRESENT GRIN FADES, lips curl in disdain, something true and honest. Crimson hues heavy, no room for games anymore. For a moment he thinks about baring his teeth, instead he reins his temper, barely keeps his own hatred from spilling. It would surprise her, how much of that ice-cold calm is just a pose, a role he slipped into hundreds of years ago. Inside he burns, like Egyptian sand under bare feet. Chelsea’s power the only remedy  ——  though nothing more than a temporary fix. 

   This is not about something she said, not about how she voiced the few spiteful words she just threw his way  ——  not even about her, really. It’s her whole little family that sets off his worst moods, simply because they are offered the luxury of a choice when it comes to joining the Volturi  (  Aro never asked him, did he? He just took what he wanted, not a single question asked  ).

   « Aro sees potential in your coven, but really… I think it’s just wasted time. »