of Fire and Brimstone

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tagged as → #likes #fruits #devlin bait
Announcement

Classes are starting up for me, so I would have to place this account on hiatus. I’ve been having trouble accessing my muse for Devlin and all replies feel a bit forced. I do enjoy replying but for now, I won’t be starting any more threads here, just finishing up the ones at the moment. It doesn’t mean I don’t love rping with you guys, but for the sake of my sanity, I’m placing him in hiatus. I’m not sure if that would later men he’s not going to be around or I’m going to be active again. Mun’s tired of the account hopping.

You will however find me in beastlynecromancer’s blog, where I’ll be on, but considering that I have classes, I can only reply when I have the time.

Much love xx

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Announcement

Classes are starting up for me, so I would have to place this account on hiatus. I’ve been having trouble accessing my muse for Devlin and all replies feel a bit forced. I do enjoy replying but for now, I won’t be starting any more threads here, just finishing up the ones at the moment. It doesn’t mean I don’t love rping with you guys, but for the sake of my sanity, I’m placing him in hiatus. I’m not sure if that would later men he’s not going to be around or I’m going to be active again. Mun’s tired of the account hopping.

You will however find me in beastlynecromancer’s blog, where I’ll be on, but considering that I have classes, I can only reply when I have the time.

Much love xx

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Anonymous asked: -kisses the princes cheek- Fer guards, they don' guard very well. [PofT AU]

Devlin was only feigning sleep, having already glanced at Red who made her way into her room by sneaking past the guards, but he wanted to know what she would do when he was asleep. Part of him wanted to catch her red handed as she stole something, but he also trusted her not to do that.

She was approaching him. Oh good heavens, was she going to murder him? Ironically saving his life, healing him for this one brutal killing? 

No it was a… kiss? He stood up right then, confusion drawn on his face. “Miss did you just- why?”

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devlinunderworldwarrior asked: "If you love me, let me die."

thebeautifulorchardandsong:

thebeautifulorchardandsong:

Send “If you love me, let me die.” for my character’s reaction.

Charmaine stares at Devlin, her dark irises wide with fear, despair, and anxiety. Her breathing has become ragged, shallow, barely there as her lungs have constricted, squeezing themselves against her shaking rib cage. Tears have started to flow from her well like eyes, making streaks down her pale face, dropping like crystal rain drops on the soft, brown soil which Devlin laid against, a pool of blood surrounding him. He is broken, his body holding many slashes, wounds, cuts from which the crimson liquid of life comes spilling forth. He’s dying and she knows it. But she can’t let him go. She can’t let him go. She loves her blue-eyed protector too much. She’s too selfish. “No- no. You can’t die! You can’t!” she cries out, trying so hard to staunch the bleeding, the red paint coming from him brushing against her white canvas skin. “I can heal you! I can help you!” she says, her tone and actions desperate. “Please don’t leave me!” she sobs against his chest, not caring that the sticky, wet substance is matting her hair to her face. “Please. I can’t lose you. I love you, but I’m not letting you die. You can’t die.”

devlinunderworldwarrior

The moment she feels his hand slipping, becoming loose from her grip, is when she starts to hyperventilate. Her protector, the one who had been there for her since they met, the one who had ignored everyone’s protest of him teaching her control, is gone, the one who gave her unconditional love. She can no longer feel the fire inside him, the one thing that always told her he is  alive and well. And she completely loses it. She screams, a scream that of a banshee, that of a wailing woman. He, who had done everything for her, and she couldn’t save him. She hugs his body and sobs, refusing to accept that he could have taken the permanent route to his father’s domain. She cries and cries, a dark cloud of energy, mingling with the shadows, surrounding them. And when all her tears are gone, unable to flow out, she pulls away from him and studies the face that she has come to recognize. And she knows what she must do. She holds his ice cold hand tightly and closes her eyes, willing the shadows and the darkness to come at her and envelope them in their cold embrace. She shadow travels them back to the camp where a group of people gasp and rush at them to help them. But she has spent all her energy and the world is turning black. “Save him,” she croaks out, before the world spins and she faints, the world gone to her.

Devlin had not anticipated what afterlife would be like. Sure he’d lived in the underworld now and then, but only a certain part of it. He feels absolutely nothing, except for the fact that feeling itself was a waste of time. It wasn’t entirely bad, just floating around aimlessly and glancing at another soul. Since he wasn’t there for too long, he still retained his memory, remembering one person in particular that meant more to him than anyone else. Now what was her name again?

His body however was still with Charmaine, unheeding, unmoving to anything she did. A calm look was on his face, as though he was asleep but did not breathe at all. The demigod had never been colder, and the moment he is in camp was when shock filled gasps rang out. Looks of accusation was towards Charmaine at first, but when realizing how distraught she was, they realized that his death could also be from a monster attack.

"He can’t. He’s already gone," one of the leaders say to the girl who was now in a bed, nestled under a blanket. Devlin was still outside, a thin blanket on him as some people took turns to watch over. They were all mourning and in as much of a limbo as the girl was. "Unless," he hands a glass of water to her, looking elsewhere as though he found his answer. "You talk to his father, convince the lord of the dead to restore him."

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