#nnewmoney

[heirbaltasar]

@n-newmoney / @m-misguided ( starter call! )

           Even to the untrained senses, the ocean was a truly unnerving place capable of horrors that most occupants of mortal Earth would prefer not to comprehend. Crashing waves, silent currents and as-yet-unexplored depths made for a deadly cocktail for the weak of body and mind; Baltasar was of the opinion that anyone incapable of respecting her wrath was deserving of the misfortune that awaited them.

Yes, the ocean was terrifying, but not nearly as terrifying of the creatures that lurked in her depths. Most would not get the opportunity to see face-to-face the water-dwellers responsible for the sinking of magnificent ships and luring their sailors to death’s door, but the eldest Lohr Dhampir was a well-known presence to these parts of the seas, and they always seemed  enamoured by his arrival. Sunlight danced over their tails as they followed him beneath the walkway, beautiful faces emerging from the gentle waves; bejewelled eyes met his at every opportunity, his legs just out of arms reach as they sought to touch him, to pull him, to drown and devour him.

Many had died by their hands, and he couldn’t really say he blamed them for falling for the Sirens’ facades. It was facades, false identities; masks that he often thought of when he reached the end of the wooden pier and waited for the woman he sought to show herself - and for good reason, too.

                  “ Grace. ”   He spoke her name aloud, red eyes following every movement and face that circled his precarious ocean viewpoint, searching for hers.  “ I’m here for Grace. ”

[a-crocusblooms]

❝ i’m not going anywhere. ❞ - luca

‘FLUFF’ - accepting! ( @g-galvanic ) 

Bright green eyes gazed up at him warily, struggling to keep the underlying hints of her frustration as subtle as they currently were. This man, he was ever-changing and painfully indecisive: one minute, he was all over her, barely able to hold himself back from the veil of innocence that women like her were forced to shroud themselves in. The next, he was cold and distant, a far cry from the dreamy romance she'd always hoped for.

The words he spoke were true, however, as conflicted and unsettled as he often made her feel.

Regardless of what his intentions were, he had remained persistent in his interest in having her for himself. His intent was likely political and out of a desire for his own pleasure and self-betterment, as it was for many of the men of his class, and though she knew he may have no feelings for her at all, her heart seemed unable to help itself from growing attached to him.

        “ I know. ”  Her tone was quiet and lacked any malice, in spite of the twisting blade of whirlwind emotions piercing her chest. If there was one thing she'd never allow herself to be called, it would be impolite.   “ You've made that obvious. ”