#lucentsin

[wolfskrieger]

@lucentsin liked for a starter

"Come on, I'm on time. Didn't think I would show up on the first day? That hurts."

[metalsiren]

♠️ 🥰

INSTANTLYYYYY  thought  of  stilettos  for  roxi  are  you  kidding  me?  the  fact  that  these  two  worked  the  same  club  together  and  grew  close  because  of  their  dancing  days,  sawyer  absolutely  would  get  a  pair  of  heels!

@lucentsin sent ♠️ to find out what tattoo sawyer would get to represent them .

[knownasbeacon]

❝ you’re not perfect, and i’m sure not. but you’re better than they are. ❞ ( for chibs)

⠀⠀〝 y’tryin’ to convince me or yerself, darlin’? 〞reaching for that glass of scotch that resides on the bar in front of him, he takes it back in just a few seconds. his face wincing at that familiar burn often sought at the bottom of this glass.

it’s the second time he’s frequented this bar, but this time he’s wearing his colors. that familiar reaper adorned his back, but the being wasn’t in this facility to take lives — but rather to accompany the man who sought to be amongst them. the living that was.

this reaper, and his current title in the charter, carried death wherever it went. and while it was a second - skin he couldn’t rid himself of, it loomed like a shadow wherever he went.

he makes a brief movement of flashing two fingers, just to signal for another shot to be poured.

[grote5que]

enzo laikos is one stubborn son of a bitch. even with the way he'd been berated by the rest of the guys, even with the way @lucentsin had practically kicked him to the curb with the heel of her shoe -- he's come back for more. he steps into the club a little less pronounced than he did the night prior. he's a little less drunk and a lot more determined, but he still saunters through the place just the same. brown eyes, like the honey whiskey he gets drunk on most nights, peer around looking for her before he finds himself leaned up against the bar. "roxi workin' tonight?" he asks, that slow roll of his accent falling from his mouth like molasses as he eyes the bartender. he's offered just a point of a finger, a direction for him to follow that leads him all the way to the back of the place. without even seeing the front of her, he knows well enough that he's found his prize - though at the moment, she's in the lap of another man. if there's one thing in this world that enzo has never been good at, it's sharing. there's a huff that leaves his nose as he watches from the shadows. jealousy is a festering sore within him and even if he barely knows her, it all bites the same. leaned up against a nearby wall, he watches the way her body meets another's, how her outfit hugs her in places and seems to disappear in others. it's about all he can take when he catches sight of the man's hand lift to grip at the swell of her hip. "roxi--" his voice booms over the music she'd just been riding the beat to. enzo comes closer, "you 'bout done here, darlin'?"

[devourcr]

( @lucentsin asked: ❝ so, how old are you really ? ❞ )

armand enjoyed idle chatter with humans. he found it easy to become absorbed in his little games of pretend, in erasing over 500 years to envelop himself in the fascinating chatter of the young and vibrant. he'd become something of a regular, though he still clung tight to his secrets. he's just like any other who escaped their lives by day to become someone else by night. unwind for music, alcohol, and only ever giving away just enough to be familiar.

the question surprises him, if only because it implies there's something she knows. either through something he's said or something intuitive, if not supernatural in itself, he doesn't discount that she could know that he's more than the human he pretends to be. he'd done his best to blend, feeding just before, to cast a living glow to his cheeks, a warmth to his skin. he pretends there could be nothing more to it. ❝ if i had to guess, i'd say we're close in age, ❞ at least, they would have been when he'd died.

[sacrialege]

a small thing from the countess, ♥

it was a grueling thing, a difficult project to modernize the cortez, but it needs to be done. liz had gotten the wifi installed, but the countess was doing much more than that. she had plans to renovate entire floors in the hotel—and add a studio, a stage, where live performers could lure in people—and their money. james was helping with the architecture, of course, overseeing the building and construction of things, but the countess had put roxi in charge of her special addition. there is something in roxi that the countess recognizes, something hardworking and ambitious as elizabeth had once been in her acting career, and the countess is eager to get to know her more. she'll be good for the hotel—the countess is certain of that. "you can do whatever you like with the space," the countess informs roxi, gesturing around to the numerous construction crews and workers. "tell them and they'll make it happen. and if they don't, come and tell me and i'll have a talk with them."

@lucentsin

[lovespowermoved]

  time was always the 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑒 was it not? no matter how fast or slow it goes by. . . . time takes 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 all things. and deep down malee 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 this; which is what made it so 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 every time she was with @lucentsin. taking a drink from her 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒 glass, the vampire would only smile & listen. " 𝒊'𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒊'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕. . . 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆. " a pause, as she pushed those 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 aside. " 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐, 𝒊'𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚. " malee continued, before giving roxi her full attention.

[redemn]

Happy birthday 🥳

thank you soso much friend !!! and thank you for all the little things we are doing together . thanks for making all this fun for me , and i hope to provide you the same thing in this next year of my life . x

╰ ゜KAT'S 28TH .  /  𝚋-𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 .

[killerharvey]

[ 𝑰 . . . ] @lucentsin

. . . Harvey lets out a slow exhale, as if soothing the neglected inner child within him. Despite appearances of a picture-perfect life, he harbors deep-seated wounds from his tumultuous past, particularly his strained relationship with his father. "I handled it," he states simply, his gaze narrowing at the other person. "Let's leave it at that." There's a firmness in his tone, a silent agreement to bury the unsettling topic and move forward.

[stainedpast]

I DIAGNOSE YOU WITH HOT

person on the train reading a book hot

you're totally their type. well, you're not. but that's what the passenger across from you is thinking as you sit there, completely oblivious. you're mysterious, and serene, and look so natural sitting there on the train they think your feet might be bolted to the floor the way the chairs and safety rails are. you're in your own world, you're reading something with an intriguing title, and without even knowing it passengers are praying for some reason that you'll look up and ask for their number. you don't, of course. and they don't ask for yours, either. how could they disturb such a peaceful moment? but despite the fact that nothing was said, they managed to fall in love with you for 15 minutes. for the rest of the day they think about what your voice might've sounded like, what your interests might've been, how you might've smiled at them like they were your whole world if they'd managed to make you feel that way. you have that effect on people, in case you didn't know.

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[sacrialege]

a starter for a plotted thing, ♥

danny knows he’s a fucking asshole for getting angry about it, but the images in his head of another man's hands against roxi’s body sits so wrong with him. he knows it shouldn’t—they aren’t together anymore, they’re coparenting; something she’s reminded him of a million times. he knows the deal, but seeing her all dressed up like this so happy to go off to another man… it got under his skin—so danny doesn’t care if he’s being an asshole. if only he could tell her what he really wants to say…

“i don’t want him around vera, roxi, i don’t want him near the house when she’s here,” danny grinds out, choked up by all the misplaced anger bubbling up in his throat. “i don’t know what you had planned, but i’ll take her tonight.”

@lucentsin

[x1968]

some people are evil. i've seen it.

...................................𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙸𝙽��� 𝙳𝙴𝙰�� 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝟽 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

.................................❝   dere   is   a   difference   between   necessary   evil   and-a   plain   abuse.   how   are-a   you   supposed   to   have-a   people   trust   you,   work   for   you,   if-a   you   abuse   dem?   you   t'ink   an   animal   would-a   trust   you   if-a   you   did   dat?   de   evil   is-a   only   a   reaction   to   disrespect   in   de   bourdone   household.   evil   will-a   only   show   here   when   i   am   being   disrespected.   you   respect   me,   i   respect   you,   it's-a   very   simple.   ❞

he   reached   for   his   cigarettes.   scoffing   at   the   thought   of   how   other   so   called   "bosses"   treat   their   "property".   ❝   i   want-a   you   to   internalize   some'ing,   mia   cara.   if-a   you   stay   here,   you   let   go   of   everyt'ing   dat   your   previous   "owner"   told   you   to   do.   you   won't   continue   to   be   a   reflection   of   his   abuse   in   my   house.   ❞   he   walked   around   the   desk,   pulling   a   chair,   offering   for   her   to   sit. 

❝   tell-a   me   more   about   who   you   worked for   and   why   you've   come   here.   ❞

[killerharvey]

sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.

[ 𝐈𝐈. . . ] "Oh, baby..." Harvey exhales softly, his hand reaching out to grasp Roxi's, which now rests beneath his chin. As he gazes into @lucentsin captivating eyes, he's struck by their beauty, as if she were a celestial temptress sent to ease all his troubles. With tender reverence, he lifts her hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the delicate skin before closing his eyes. Lowering his head, he rests it against her hand, his thorn-pierced hand resting atop hers, as if seeking solace and sanctuary in her touch. "I'm a damn mess, Roxi…" Harvey mutters to himself, his gaze flickering over the dirty floors, a reflection of the turmoil within. He feels like a man steeped in sin, as if the devil himself might come knocking at any moment. With a heavy sigh, he shakes his head, fighting to keep the tears at bay, unwilling to let Roxi see the depths of his inner chaos.

[stainedpast]

JARS OF FEAR

julian conrad

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