#ichorlet

[sardonicbeauty]

@ichorlet liked for a starter.

SHE'D RECOGNIZE THAT AUBURN HEAD OF CURLS anywhere, even through a sea like crowd mixed with vampires and fangbangers (among other types). For a second, she rolls her eyes, wondering if he was here for an early shipment. Picking up for his husband, perhaps though that would surprise her. Pam remained behind the bar with arms crossed over her chest, overseeing the place while the bartenders remained busy. She could've helped them of course, but she doesn't want to. Place wasn't too packed anyway, they'd be able to handle it on their own. That's what she was paying them for after all. Making eye contact with Armand, she offers a slight upturn of her chin in silent acknowledgement. If he was there for a shipment, he was going to be gravely disappointed.

[sortilegum]

@ichorlet cont. from here

It had always seemed almost beneath the witch. The act of depriving another of air. That was saved for special circumstances and impulses. Choking, and all similar crude matters of asphyxiation, such methods rarely provided the same haste as a blade. The sight of scarlet against broken flesh. The truth was Q had always preferred seeing the blood. Although in its own way Q could admit there was a certain exhilaration to the thought of watching another squirm under their grasp. It sent a shiver up their spine.

In the quietness of tension the witch drew in a breath. Their eyes studying the parlour of their own ageing hands against the cool paleness of the pretty creature beneath their tightening fingers. How beautiful. It seemed entirely a blur how they ended up in this position of conflict again. An action? A misplaced word or two to send the witch barreling the auburn man into the wall? It was a rarity for Q to act so impulsively. Without forethought. However the youthful vampire seemed to have a talent in drawing out fragments from a past they had left behind. But if that was the game they wished to play, Q could only be too willing to provide what they deserved. Q wanted him to suffer. They wanted to see him beg however it was the sudden sensation of Armand's hands that caught them off guard. 

A grasp around their grasp not to pry, but to tighten the grip? Their sharp heterochromatic gaze through ebony curls snapped up hoping to find those blackened pits gazing into their own, although they only found the man’s eyes close. Was he finding this pleasant? The thought of that couldn’t help but make Q laugh. It frustrated them greatly. The insolence of this child. They would not let them have the advantage of seeing them falter. So yes, they would accept this aid.

A quick placed boot found itself stamped beside Armand's hip using the leg as leverage to deepen the hold forcing whatever little weight they had down upon his throat, even if it inevitably come at their own body's expense.  

“Having fun, little mink?”

[woednesdayaddams]

♱ continued from HERE

she ponders the idea, a wicked grin slowly growing unto her visage, “i find murder far more compelling than mere manipulations.” she marches towards @ichorlet, taking a comfortable seat next to him, a glint of yearning flickering in somber colored hues. his proposal taken into consideration, becoming immortal. it’s blissful, fulfilling. cheating death, compelling unfit humans to obey her orders. what’s not to yearn for? elbow rests upon the sofa’s arm, hand holding her chin. she’s displaying pure interest since his words hold great value to her. even the promise of a deathless life at some point leaves wednesday enthralled.

“is it an oath i’m sensing?” macabre sense of joy hatch unto her, allowing at last to exhibit morbid sentiments that swirl within. “don’t offer false hope to girls my age, you know we can get menacing.” an advice, sprung from nothing but malignity that defines her being. wednesday’s gaze focused on armand, had her hues cohere a lighter color, coal coated pupil would be discernable in displaying the pulsing motion raising her emotions from the dead. “eye for an eye. tell me about some of your adventures and i’ll share mine.” chin rises up, unblinking stare not letting him out of sight. “and don’t you dare dismiss me, father told me you’re visiting. in fact, he sent me to convince you to stay the night. it’s horrid seeing him elated, so i hope you’ll entertain my disgruntlement.”

[sccruel]

     1,500 YEARS HAD PASSED SINCE SAVAGE FEET TOUCHED THESE SHORES     ;     italy    ,     while now a delightful residence for a little vacation     ,     had been much more traumatizing for the young gaul.     things had changed though.     mind continuously reminded that things were no longer as awful as they had once been.     slaves were no longer present     (     or rather     ,     were no longer seen as easily as once before.     )     still     ,     a part of the olden vampire kept his guard up     ,     that same nervous feeling returning once more     ,     despite various attempts at shaking it off.     could the creature be blamed     ?     his maker tormentor had been from a little city called rome some distance to the south of where he currently lurked.

     nonetheless     ,     enough time had passed for the elder to become less of a frightened little boy     –     though looking back     ,     the tribal member never truly was.     decorative tattoos adorned his skin like a badge of honor     ,     hidden beneath the restricting fabric of his clothing.     oh     ,     what he would give to be able to run free once more     –     not tethered to the very mortal use of textile.     before being taken from his home he’d been a brave & prodigious warrior     ,     trained to defeat any enemy that stepped on his land.     but alas     ,     that had done him little good when the roman bastards had paid them a visit.     village slaughtered & he became a victim of something far more sinister than death.     no.     for countless nights he begged for such relief     –     to any god that would listen.     none answered     –     so he became one.     no longer would he need any human or creature’s help.     with death he became one & waltzed around the earth like he were at a ballet.     astonishing sights     ,     & far more astounding people.     people he could welcome into his tightknit mind     ,     sealed off from the rest of the universe to keep himself safe.

     & that was exactly what he encountered     ,     walking the dimly lit streets of venice     ,     while opting out of a generous gondola ride from a glamoured individual.     the gaul was on his way back to his little     ,     temporary home     ,     when he came across a rather     .     .     .     curious sight.     a boy.     couldn’t be much older or younger than himself.     standing in an alley & simply staring at a body.     the look in his eyes     –     even from afar godric could understand it     ,     could feel the blood boiling through his veins & threaten to come seeping out in amess of emotions.     no.     he refused to feel it.     instead     ,     it was replaced by something more     –     comfortable.

     footsteps were nearly inaudible as he approached the little one     ,     sensing that feeling all too well as he did.     though now he felt something more.     this boy     .     .     .     he was just like him.     grin slithered to the being’s lips     ,     body pausing behind the other’s own.    ❛    hello     ,    little one.    ❜

@ichorlet wanted a visit from death.

[eagleprnce]

5'5" / 165 cm !

armand : little prince. lettow : *blinking meme*

[vampyrebond]

no YOU named the group chat rat smoothie ( it's me. hi. i'm the problem it's me. )

[mxldito]

Cont. from here with @ichorlet​

  Amber eyes swung back and forth, they gave a loud sniffle. “Perhaps if your home weren’t so break-and-enterable.” They’d slipped in for the sake of being nosy, but now they were tempted to snatch something petty and run off. “Apologies. Didn’t realize I’d be interrupting. . .one with, ahem, delicate sensibilities.” 

[taleswrittena]

@ichorlet sent 21  - a large hedge maze ,  easy to get lost in + claudia !

setting prompts

status: accepting

Why Louis had left her in the care of the other is beyond the young vampire. In fact, she wonders why she needs a babysitter to begin with. She may look like a child but she is far from it so it's only natural that she is huffy as they walk through the maze.

"What are we even doing here?" What purpose would they have in a hedge maze? Feeding certainly isn't the answer as they are the only two here, that is something she is one hundred percent sure of.

Probably because no one else is foolish enough to do this. Why had she agreed to this again?

Claudia sighs softly before her eyes narrow at the other, she isn't too fond of him, she doesn't know what to make of him, after all. "You got us lost, didn't you?"

[roseguided]

@ichorlet ASKED, “ 𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ” + 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐒 , brown eyes look toward the other & brow comes to furrow slightly. bella is silent for the moment as brain does what it can to try to understand what armand could mean when he says he wishes he could save her. the tone sounded somewhat genuine , somewhat saddened , to her ears which made the interaction all the more curious. it takes a moment , with racing mind & no doubt racing heart , for bella to decide to speak: ❛ save me . . save me from what ? ❜ could he mean mortality , from a boring or mundane human existence ? as old as he claims to be , having seen so much , she can understand why it might be more of a mercy than anything else. humans are so temporary after all living lives that are routine or mundane to someone who has infinite time & infinite experiences already. ❛ from mortality ? from . . human existence ? do you think it’s a shame for me to be what i am in comparison to how you’ve lived ? ❜ brow arches in genuine curiosity.

[woednesdayaddams]

in the nick of time she returned to her beloved family friend vampire, dragging a knocked out bodyguard and a lacerated leg whose master hadn’t yet claimed it. she pushes the door open with her foot, taking just a couple steps inside before throwing the acquisitions on the floor. “armand, i’m back.” she vociferated, tone of her voice loud and clear. “there you are. i bear both good and bad news. the bad news is that i got caught by the security. the good part is not only you have all the materials you asked for, but you also have a spare leg.”

❝ human heart. one set of lungs and a pair of feet. ❞

❝ preferably from the same body, but we can pick n' mix. ❞

[sardonicbeauty]

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ 🖤 armando

SMASH OR PASS ?

❝ Smash. ❞

[sortilegum]

@ichorlet cont. from here

There was a half bemused smirk on witch’s lips. Giddy in bewitchment. Enthralled in the game. The other half given to annoyance which appeared in a slight sneer that played to a slight curl over one of their canines. They couldn’t help but scoff a bit.

“Will the sun rise tomorrow? Will the snow fall over the poles? Or will it be ash?” The witch spoke quietly to the man. Gaze locked. Chestnut and silver over to umber. Unwilling to part. They had never been one to refuse the beauty of another’s eyes. Between Q’s spindly fingers absent spinning a simple rolled cigarette. A grounding presence in the periods of silence between the two.

“Tell me, little mink, tell me what you know? Tell me what you see?”

[woednesdayaddams]

armands valentine's gift to wednesday is a plane ticket to paris & a super strength flashlight. except the plane ticket is first class and it's on his private jet. catacombs, baybeeeeee.

this is why wednesday freaking addams thinks every day is about herself. instead of watching her parents giving each other the spooks on valentines, she gets this. this is her villain origin story. and probably this is the beginning on how she treats others on v-day.

sparing with bones in the catacombs, seeing armands throne of bones, these two scaring those that wandered for rave parties in the catacombs... i need that. they deserve a vacation. though wednesday might be a lil bit pouty until she gets an actual human heart from one of the humans. that is a symbol for valentine's day, right? right???

ps: wednesday was prepared for months. the tiny shadow is coming armand's way as we're speaking,

[eagleprnce]

ONE LINER ╱ @ichorlet

❝   your   shoulders   aren't   the   only   ones   that   can   bear   the   weight   of   the   world.    ❞

[intrepidsz]

adrian x armand [ continued. ] / @ichorlet

it is at holy doors, that both the heavily armored and the unmasked come to congregate. the selfishness of humanity rears its head in these moments -- hearts shivering with fear, with greed, with an in-between uncertainty that will jump start an oath to heaven. not to god, not to faith. to heaven. and the heaviness of that knowledge causes adrian to be marred with judgement. the weight of sin delivers in time; he knows this like rain, like grass, like fire -- but he is not a patient man. he is feverishly loyal, chipped with a broken need to deliver on the inevitable. (and to rush this is a sin in its own right, adrian recognizes that. the hellfire will come for him, and eventually, he will seize it in serving.) he approaches with expectation, faithful judgement, and the white of his collar stark against candlelight. but the figure before him is unique in that he cannot read a potential seeking. high walls or exposed hearts don't tend to begin with holy statements like these. and youthful features don't wear bliss without effort. the corners of adrian's lips inch upward, ribs briefly tight with a stuttering beat of interest -- of unrestrained curiosity. "not in the biblical connotation," he responds, gentle when he approaches with echoing taps, "but perhaps in the way humanity draws from the earth, addressing power in every passing object. the reverie of the cross. the bible. the church." he gestures loosely to the space they share, before stopping short of the adjacent pew. "though, you should probably call me adrian."

[zealctry]

@ichorlet suggested the theme of Jashinism / Devotion, and I went a little insane with it.