#( * ! elvyra | threads )

[lupusrcx]

Things had been mostly business as usual for Raphael today, the co-leader of the estate had worked away most of the moment---only after having spent the first half hour or so in bed with his live-in housepet---and it was only during his afternoon lunch with Baby that things had suddenly taken a turn for the bizarre. Raphael prided himself on knowing the ins and outs of Rosewood. He was, after all, in charge of the trafficked submissives that were shuffled in (and very rarely, out) of the manor on a regular basis, he made it a habit of checking in on them whenever he had the time. What he wasn’t as up to date on, he supposed, was the disobedient subs, that was more Luca’s area of expertise and he was already ready to have a damn talk with him as well over what he’d just found out from his younger sister, somewhere in-between her attempts to order nothing but lettuce leaves for lunch while he insisted she eat half a sandwich instead. 

Elvyra was here, at the estate. His Elvyra, or at least once upon a time she had been. It’d been years since he’d last seen her, and yet somehow she’d managed to end up down in the cells as a disobedient submissive. It boggled his mind. Elvyra was a brat by nature, yes, but outright insubordinate? As ... roughly as they might have ended things, he never would have wished something like this upon her, she absolutely did not deserve the sort of treatment one went through while being ‘reconditioned’ and it tugged at something in his chest to imagine her alone and in the dark, curled up in a small, iron-barred cell that she was only rarely allowed to leave.

Grateful that Baby had told him no later than the day after she herself had found out about Elvyra’s captivity, Raphael bid his angelic younger sister goodbye with a kiss on the forehead and a promise to be back to the penthouse by dinnertime. He pulled at the silk lapel of his crisp black blazer as he began the trek down towards the cells, his nostrils flared and his jaw clenched in aggravation as he all but stormed through the corridors. “Elvyra?” he called out, his voice more of a rough bark than anything else, it echoed off of the stone walls. “Elvyra, are you down here?”

@elvyras​

[dvrkprinces]

( LUCA &&. ELVYRA ) + @immcrtals​

Paradise Lost was an ironic name for the Dark Alliance’s conjoined headquarters, but perhaps that was why Luca favored the establishment so much. There were several amenities the high-class lounge provided for members of the fallen angels and vampires, all of which Luca took full advantage of as one of the leaders of their alliance. Presently, he found himself seated at one of the private tables in the dining and bar area, nestled in one of the chrome and ivory-upholstered booths as he leisurely flipped through the leather-bound menu in front of him. It was unusual for him to hold meetings outside of The Inferno, particularly with a member of his own staff or someone affiliated with the club, but the current state of affairs called for a relatively neutral meeting ground.

Especially considering how pissed the bloodsuckers were with the fallen angels after the disaster at the Seven Deadly Sins Gala. As if Luca and Raphael had intended for all of that shit to go down.

“I’ll have a whiskey--neat,” Luca ordered with a low drawl, not bothering to look up from his menu as he waved the waiter away. “Don’t bother returning unless you’ve got a drink or my guest in hand. When you see the girl, be certain to send her my way immediately. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

And we have much to discuss.

[flcshandbcne]

{ adrik & elvyra }

{ @immcrtals​ }

adrik wandered his way through the red light district, occasionally smiling to himself when he saw young men and women falling into each other in alleyways, exploring their hedonistic sides. he held a just lit cigarette between two of his fingers as he came upon the decrepit church he knew so well, if only by name and a few visits many years ago. adrik made his way inside, noting the similar gaudy red that had adorned the red ruby as well. only, the walls here looked a little worse for wear, likely a result of that raid adrik had heard so much about. bodies slithered against him as he pushed past, heading for the bar so he could scope out the place properly. 

he settled on a stool, telling the bartender to make him a whiskey neat. he pulled from his cigarette, turning to face outwards. he rested his elbows on the black counter, eyes tracking each thing that caught his interest. 

[kittcns124]

@immcrtals​ ♡ ; baby and elvyra !!

It had only been a few days since Luca had brought Baby back home to The Inferno, but already the young angel was beginning to feel more like herself. Merely being able to fall asleep in a warm, comfortable bed with the arms of her rescuer wrapped tightly around her instead of on the floor in a cold, dark cell as she awaited the arrival of a much different man was doing wonders for her well-being. Her reunion with her older brother had been nothing short of tearful, and he’d promised her a thousand times over that he’d never let her out of his sight again, and it broke Baby’s heart to realize just how much of an impact her kidnapping had had on him. There were a million different things that could be said about Raphael Crossborne, but one thing was for certain and set in stone - he loved her, and he’d go to the ends of the earth to keep her safe.

Still - she was finally back where she belonged, and despite how firmly Luca, Raphael, and Jane had insisted that she spend a good week or two resting in bed and allowing herself a decent amount of time to properly heal, Baby had never been good at staying still, and the more time that she spent keeping herself busy, the less she’d be able to focus on the traumatic wounds that still lingered quite painfully in the wake of all that Yadriel Demir had done to her in his prison.

She still couldn’t fall asleep without checking every single locked door in the quarters she shared with Jane and Raphael; just last night, she’d ended up crawling into their bed so that she could finally rest. Her older brother was keeping a much closer eye on her than usual, which meant that spending the night with Luca - as she would have preferred - was proving to be impossible.

It was morning-time now, and Baby couldn’t stand to spend another second cooped up in her bedroom. Her return hadn’t been formally announced to The Inferno just yet, and when both her surrogate parents and Luca had insisted that she refrain from returning to the stage for the next little while, Baby had been startled by how little she wanted to protest. Dancing was everything to her, of course, and she took great pride in her position as top dancer within the club, but...throughout the last month, she’d been beaten and tortured within an inch of her life. 

There were greater things for her to worry about now - there were more important causes for her to focus on. She’d always be the name in lights at The Inferno; the top-billed dancer known for her fluffy white angel wings and mischievous little face alone. All of that could wait.

Still, she wasn’t about to let herself get out of shape. She’d done her best to keep up with her rigorous, self-taught Pilates lessons while in captivity, but finally getting to go for an early-morning jog had felt nothing short of amazing on her underused muscles. Now, she was warming up in the large, spacious dance studio that Raphael had built for all of the Inferno girls, positioned at the barre in a backless leotard and her favorite ballet shoes. Her own music was playing through the overhead speakers, and she allowed her eyes to flutter shut as she lifted up one of her long, shapely legs and bent forward to touch the bridge of her nose to the front of her ankle; her slim - almost too slim after having been half-starved for a month - body forming a graceful, elegant arch as her downy-soft wings folded daintily at her back. 

There. This was her happy place - this was where she felt peace, and she couldn’t think of anyone or anything in the world that could possibly take it away from her.