#ichormartyred

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                “thank you for escorting me today, uncle. it was discouraging that no one else wanted to attend the theater, and i know that you are not the most enthralled by it. it was a most touching gesture.” eve disliked going just about anywhere without at least one of their family members, not to mention how dangerous that tended to be because of their status. she smiled at her uncle from across the carriage, fingernails digging into her cuticles. “i hope you enjoyed my company, even if you did not enjoy the reason for the outing itself.” 

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"you’re beautiful.” his tone is idle, position casual where he sprawls out across the couch, gaze following her every move. he’s half drunk on the scent of her but smart enough to keep it relatively under wraps, though he doubts that she’s ignorant to the scent he’s giving off either. he’s been patient - still being patient - but patience is running out. it’s worth it for the build up, worth it to have her submit to him. he wants to take her, to own her but not to steal her; it’s no good if she doesn’t give it all up willingly. “come here.” his voice plays at a request as he gestures to his lap but there’s an underlying edge to it that doesn’t anticipate being denied.

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                Pietro could remember the last time that they were together like this. Back when they were first orphaned, before they were separated. The candles weren’t such a comforting thing then, more a necessity. The food they’d eaten was comparable to scraps instead of whatever fancy meal that Clint had provided for them. And now, his sister was a woman...a gorgeous woman at that, which only aided in awakening an all-too familiar urge within him. Now that the drugs were out of his system, his addiction predisposed body craved a replacement. And what was more addictive than the sins of the flesh?                   Pietro’s gaze dropped to Wanda’s ample bosom, perpetually on display. He’d seen her in that show and knew just how delectable she could look. His hand quickly followed, fingertips smoothing over the skin with a featherlight touch. “I should not want you, sister, but...it is hard to forget the intimate knowledge I have of you already, and how desperately I crave to be inside you once more.” 

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              for some reason elektra could not name, she was drawn to this werewolf. perhaps it was the knowledge that her father would disapprove of her interesting in him, perhaps it was simply the way that he spoke to her, like she was more than just her station, as an object to be used as desired. despite her better judgement, elektra crouched in order to unlock ransom’s shackles, dark eyes meeting his as she freed him. for the moment, at least. to treat him more humanely. “do your wrists feel better?” 

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                “i need your help, selina,” they had agreed to go their separate ways, but wasn’t it the way of life that what you craved returned to you in one form or another? bruce felt rather pathetic, donned solely in a silk robe embroidered with his initials, soaked from the rain, so shaky he was practically on his knees on the stoop in front of selina’s apartment. she had said she had a thing about strays, hadn’t she? “someone broke into my cave while i was asleep. the manor is on fire. i’m lucky to be alive.” 

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           mitchell had never been the best at admitting his feelings, and being turned only really intensified that inability. every one was that more acute, the rage, the hunger, the lust...the love. somewhere along the way of this foolhardy plan he’d hatched with george, mitchell had fallen in love with annie. lovesick to the point that he had slaughtered countless people just because he couldn’t face the overwhelming love that washed over him, especially once annie was dragged into limbo by the good speciest pastor fuck-face mctwat.             but by some guardian angel or a helluva leap of self control, mitchell managed to rescue annie, to be the knight in shining armor that she deserved and now he was sat across her at the breakfast table in their new home, shitty ex-hotel honolulu heights, unsure of how he could break the news to someone he considered one of his best friends that he’d gone and mucked it all up by catching feelings. after all, who exactly wanted a vampire for a paramour? “i didn’t bring you back from limbo just to make me breakfast, annie. you deserve a higher purpose, a life--er, afterlife. whatever.” 

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           “hiya. i’m elle, your new scene partner,” elle’s fingernails dug into the fabric of the backpack strap weighing her shoulder down, inspecting the, quite frankly, adorable woman in front of her. faith seemed to be, unfortunately, just elle’s type, which never bode well in intimate circumstances and her...proclivities. it was strange, though. typically, all elle could focus on when meeting someone new was their throat, the thrum of their heartbeat, their smell. but for all intents and purposes, it appeared that faith wasn’t even alive. fascinating. “i’m sorta new to,” elle gestured vague with her hand. “this, so i trust you to lead to way. i don’t want to fuck up my first smut film.” 

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                 bambi downed the rest of his drink, trying to gain the courage to continue what the papers were calling his ‘path of destruction’. the urge was there, it always was, thrumming beneath his skin like the blood that coursed through him, like the blood that splattered his features every time he killed. “so. you wanna get out of here or what?” 

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       elrohir hadn’t spoken since he and elladan, arwen, and their father had seen their mother off on a ship toward valinor, so tortured by her time spent as a captive of the orcs that she no longer felt safe in arda. it was as though his heart had been torn from his chest and thrown across the sea with her, elrohir was so empty. numb. to lose someone close to you as an immortal was particularly painful, as one would expect, and unless circumstances were dire, incredibly rare. war had already ravaged the race of elves, it felt too much to handle.         so, he had wandered into the sparse tree line surrounding imladris, dizzy with the weight of his emotions. far enough away from the city for his liking, elrohir’s lost his posture, slowly degrading from a slump to his knees, leaning against the trunk of a tree for support. his vision was blurred with tears, but he didn’t need to see to be know who had been following him, knew his presence by breath and space alone. “you need not worry about me, elladan.” 

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            “not to sound like an american colonist circa de 1775, but the british are coming.” well. there wasn’t any way that didn’t sound exactly like that, but sometimes urgent messages had to come with snappy quips for no discernable reason. will ducks under elizabeth’s arm and into her home, heading straight toward his typical hiding place--a little crevice between a bookshelf and the wall. he shoved himself and his collection of molotov cocktails in the small space, offering his partner in crime a mischievous smile. “give those cunts hell for me, yeah?” 

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             henry had been the most eligible bachelor in town for a good number of years now. unlike with women in their society, bachelors were either pitied or desired, depending on the nature of their bachelorhood. henry pretended to have been spurred by broken off engagements overseas, the heartbroken, soft bachelor of the morales family. truth be told, henry had only ever had eyes for one person--his niece, alexis, who was on her second season of eligibility, though she had been claimed the first night of her first season by her rakish uncle. henry met alexis’ gaze across the ballroom, dark eyes alight wish mischief as he polished off the rest of his drink and beelined straight for her, bowing to her. “good evening, lady morales.” 

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          “hello, sabina.” benjamin’s breath is heavy and caught in their throat as they watch their muse through the window. the barrier of panned glass proved an obnoxious one, but not a great hinderance. they’d broken into sabina’s house multiple times now, so they knew if they really needed to, they could be beside her in an instant. “did you like the present that i left you?” benjamin’s heavy breath caught in the receiver of the phone, surely audibly ragged and labored. 

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            “i missed you too, my queen,” a rare laugh fell from anarion’s lips as isiliel launched herself into his arms; unable to help himself, he spun them around before carefully, tenderly, returning the queen of numenor to her feet. “your husband just left as part of another war party, i managed to sneak past the guards he left behind, so we should be alone for the time being.” ar-pharazion left his forced bride woefully unprotected, it was a good thing that she was well able to hold her own in the heat of battle. 

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           mitchell couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen another living human being. he could hardly believe his eyes and, for a moment, thought that he was hallucinating. brows furrowed, his shotgun stayed raised until the person was close enough to identify as a person, safe enough to not be deemed a threat. it was slowly lowered alongside the suspicion, though one must never fully leave themselves open for attack in a world like this. “friend or foe?” 

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maybe dropping out of college and running away to stay with his brother that he hadn’t seen in years was a terrible idea ( it most definitely was ) but it was better than telling their parents which was the current alternative. he just couldn’t stand college, couldn’t stand the social chaos and the academic pressure and everything else that went along with it. so here he is, duffle bag in hand as he knocks on the door, providing a somewhat apologetic grin as it swings open. “hey, long time no see?”

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            sophie still couldn’t get over the fact that anyone could see them. being dead was a whole new set of rules they had to get accustomed to, which were very much different than the ones of their life before. namely, they didn’t have to eat or sleep, so they could meander around, doing as they pleased with no sort of needs in mind. sophie was just happy to be able to explore the world for the first time in forever, even if it meant that they were no longer alive. getting murdered by a porn co-star was for sure a downer, but this? made up for it in some ways. so long as they didn’t think about what had happened. this was a chance to experience new things, and sophie wasn’t about to ruin that for themselves.               strolling into the hotel’s lavish restaurant, sophie glanced around and noted that most guests were old married couples, some engaged in conversation while others stared blankly over the shoulders of their lovers. may they never be in a relationship like the latter. heaving a (n unnecessary, given they didn’t have to breathe) heavy sigh, sophie beelined straight for the only person sitting by themselves, in shadow though they were, mysterious and roguishly handsome even so. pulling up a chair without even asking, sophie sat in front of he stranger, chipper and bright as ever. “hi there. my name is sophie. you are?” 

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