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kovak , nataša‌ ;

he even sounded like him . not just the tone of his voice , or the way sarcasm laced each and every syllable , but the unconncealed confidence and nonchalance of his statement . if she wasn’t as smart as she was , maybe she’d actually believe it was him . but she had endured enough throughout her lifetime to be fooled by a supposed doppelgänger . they named me after him too . his words enough to confirm her theory , that the man before her was non other than malvado blood ; the very family that once cursed her name , wanted her burned at the stake . she’s taken aback by his forwardness , though she couldn’t say she was surprised . if he truly was a mirror of her beloved arrio , he wouldn’t let her leave without answers , that she was sure of . but her past was a large burden to bear and the last thing she needed was a historic recurrence . it was the first time emerald hues had departed from his since they’d laid their gaze upon them , nervousness causing her to shift awkwardly in the night . she had trusted arrio far too easily , as she was a woman who cared deeply , regardless of what the tales may convey ; to make that mistake again would be mindless . nataša laughed in disbelief , the situation she had found herself in was quite incredible . eyes had found his once more , her head shaking as if she were forcing herself to keep her guard raised . “ i trusted a malvado once . ” she admitted , “ i won’t do it again . ” and with that , she was turning to leave ; but curiosity was her biggest weakness , along with the inability to ignore her desires . she stops in her tracks , eyes squeezing shut as she mentally tells herself to let it be . but she was always one to act on impulse , her frame turning back towards him . “ i do … - have one question though . ” she states , “ you said they named you after him . why ? ” anger was boiling beneath her skin as she tried to figure out their reasoning , she was sure it was nothing short of vindictive , “ your family hated him . ”

their gazes break , eyes dipping down as he finally raises the cigarette that’s held between pointer and middle fingers to his lips . lighting it , he inhales . pluff , white smoke floating above his head as it escapes his mouth . the light filtering in from the streetlights lining the pathway , causing the smoke to look like a defective halo looming overhead . he listens as she speaks but soon dark brows find themselves drawn together in an expression distinct to irritation . her words echoing in his mind . anyone would be right not to trust a malvado hell , if you have any sort of sane head on your shoulders or survival instinct you would run at first sight , as quickly & as far away as possible . just as he steps forward to say something , anything to hinder her leaving , she turns , his eyes finding hers again . but as the question leave her mouth it’s like something takes a hold of him reaches into his chest , cradles his heart and squeezes forcefully . jaw clenches & a long moment passes in terrible silence as he collects his thoughts , and then he's dropping his cigarette , stomping it out before taking a step closer to the female . ❛ hated him ? ❜ words flow in hushed tones , as if himself wounded by her statement ❛ arrio was a legend . torn to pieces , in his own home , while defending those he loved from a bloodthirsty monster come to kill them all in the dead of night . to this day he’s used as a shining example of how to protect your own . why would they ever hate him . ❜ he chides , brow quirked agog . half - smile attached to his lips , betraying eyes laden in thought , melancholy clinging to the corners . in reality the truth was a little more complicated than that . when their elders died they took the truth to the grave with them . so arrio became a tragedy dressed up as victory , drenched in lies & coated in centuries old shame . he takes another few steps closer , so close he can breathe her in with every breath he takes , focused fully on her . with the smugness from earlier evaporated he stands there now , nothing but wanting on his mind . a yearning for the truth . a desire to uncover that which he does not know , because not knowing means uncertainty , instability . something he can’t afford . hazel hues roam her face intently . watches as auburn tresses gently sway in the night breeze , verdant eyes staring back at him . ( eyes he could have sworn he's looked into before today , before today . . . ) and suddenly it hits him , hairs on the nape of his neck standing up straight . he hadn't looked into her eyes before , but he had read about them , in great detail . not in words of his own but that of his ancestor . ❛ wait . . . . nataša ? ❜ the name drips from dazed lips . how had he not realised before ??

#✧ ; / sleepless nights & sunless days shifting in your eyes › narrative .#rxsecolored #wow #look at this wall of t`raSH #can u tell my ass can never decide on what formatting im going with #every reply is a surprise lmao fuk me

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kovak , nataša ;

within seconds she’s merely inches away from him , emerald orbs peering upwards in curiosity . it wasn’t him , that she knew . there wasn’t an ounce of recognition within his eyes and her arrio ? he’d recognize her anywhere , she was sure of it . even if he’d spent centuries in the dirt , his soul would recognize hers as if it were his own ; regardless of the poison his family had poured into his head . perhaps she was a bit too close for her own good , studying him like he was a sensational masterpiece hanging in an art gallery . his question lingering beneath the moonlight , the soft hum of the wind being the only answer . and nat ? she was still staring . her brows furrowed , her hand reaching upwards only to stop just moments before making contact with the skin lining his jaw . perhaps some boundaries should remain , after all , if he bore the malvado name , he might just want her dead . though her fascination was hard to resist , her vampire heart only beating for him within that very moment . a man she’d never met , one who wore the face of a lost lover . “ remarkable . ” in a soft whisper was all she could muster , reality beginning to tap against her skull , forcing her to take a couple steps backwards . it was only then had she realized her failure to comply , his question still bouncing between the trees , his confusion begging the stars for an answer . “ i’m sorry you - you just look exactly like someone i used to know . ” she confesses , unable to peel her gaze away from his . everything about him felt so familiar , even the energy he radiated . but there was still a fear within her , that her name had been battered over the centuries and his family had cursed her existence . “ again , i’m really sorry , i was just leaving . ”

it’s curious how he does not pull away , doesn’t flinch at the proximity of the other to himself but stays rooted in place . dark gaze remaining glued to the emerald eyes staring back at him . examining him with such vigor , almost like she’s trying to look into his soul . it's strange , the crux that clouds his focus , it begs him to speak but he remains tight - lipped & unmoved . as soft whisper breaks the silence that fills the barely - there space between them , he snaps back . blinking , twice , thrice , watching as she moves away , her words signaling her departure and all he can think about is how she never answered him . its the questions , always the questions sitting in the smooth curve of his irises , unresolved & waiting . he can’t just let her walk , not after what’s just happened .

❛ personally ? i think i’m the better looking one here ❜ he muses , drenching his words with the most fruitful sarcasm he can muster . ❛ they named me after him too . . . . ❜ they must have know he was going to end up looking like him , somehow . he’s convinced . asked himself the same thing at least a hunded times . the resemblance so uncanny it sometimes unsettles even him . ( but , forget not in the malvado family there are no such things as coincidences , only strategically executed plans ! ) he isn’t sure its bravery that pushes him forward a step , or curiosity that pulls him , but he does . ❛ i’m guessing since you won’t tell me who you are , you won’t tell me what are either , right ? ❜ brow quirking & the slightest hint of a smile makes its way onto his visage . how else would she have been ‘ friends ’ with a man that’s been dead for at least five centuries .

#rxsecolored #✧ ; / sleepless nights & sunless days shifting in your eyes › narrative .#time 4 some answers bbygirl #sweijortpklhr

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forrester , mathilda ‌;

“ so ! the spell backfired a bit. turns out that linen is super flammable that was like real fun to find out. i’ve got burned curtains what an adult i am right? “ she’s eight hundred years old and still couldn’t figure that one out. good times !

chuckle passes over his lips , head shaking gently at the information he’s just received . he’s trying his best to keep a straight face , but failing miserably . ❛ i knew that if there was anyone i could count on to burn this place to the ground , it would be you . ❜ words did harbour a sarcastic lilt , wholly good - natured though , nothing but the slight cock of his head in accompaniment . ❛ where should we hit next ? the library ? drive in ? oh shit , i know . . . . mayors office ! ❜

#✧ ; / sleepless nights & sunless days shifting in your eyes › narrative .#bloodbvrne #egurydshiaj #her: makes ONE (1) mistake #him: ONE TOO MANY MY FRIEND (!)

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martinez , mariana ;

PIECES OF HEART were falling more and more as she stood next to the man , oh chica - did you really think a supernatural would love you ? EMOTIONS ARE WEAK. remembering the words her father told her when she came back from seeing dom - the day he broke her heart. which came with a smack to her face because of how reckless she was . how dumb and naive to think of a romance so forbidden. god - why did her father have to be so fucking right . her eyes gloss over at the man she still loves. why don’t you love me ? why was i not good enough ? we would’ve been great and we almost were. she has so many things to say , but she stands there - frozen and stunned. she sucks in some air and stands infront of dom. closing any distance and she can feel his breath on her as she looks at him. her hand lays on his cheek - running over his scar. “ why are you here . mi amor ?” knowing the male was focused on her , but who was focusing on the male himself ? ronnie knew he wasn’t . the smell of ash and ciggarettes are on both of them . she inhales it as she closes her eyes . let him go , ronnie . her forehead presses on his and she lightly lets her lips brush his . “ you can’t keep doing this.” she whispers to him before she sighs and steps away from him . now there’s so much distance and it breaks her , but it needs to be done. she’s looking up at the sky and watching the clouds go by. “ it’s where i belong - this shithole. it’s my new home.” she doesn’t even look at him as her eyes start to water.

he understands . question upon question that flows from her mouth ; the pain of unknowing . how it creeps and slithers & claws its way into every facet of what one believes is true of oneself until there's nothing left but untruth . a million thoughts rest on the tip of his tongue & he’s desperate to speak them aloud. . . but he just stands there , frozen in place as she asks them , jaw wired shut , heart beating in his ears so loud he can barely focus on anything else . it isn’t until shes put some distance between the two of them he can breathe again . taking a step back to regain composure . he is a mess of untold wrongs , villain in his own book , how could he not be in hers ? pure fucking coincidence had brought him here & he was an idiot to think it would play any other way than it currently was . ( own up to your shit nic , just fucking do it !! ) ❛ you’re not asking too much , mariana . ❜ words are pulled from a reticient mouth ❛ but you are asking the wrong person . i can’t give you the things you want , need. . . . i don't know how to . ❜ he never learned how in the first place . running away however , that he knows , an old friend that never quite leaves his side . away from feelings and emotions and anything that could make even the slightest significance in his life . it’s just how he was raised , it’s how he’ll die . he’s turning away now , gound crunching under his feet as he takes one , two , three steps back . ❛ i’m sorry . ❜ he’s done enough damage for one night .

#hi yes i would like to order one KILL ME pls #?/??#edfhuj #✧ ; / sleepless nights & sunless days shifting in your eyes › narrative .

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kovak , natasa ‌;

a lot had changed since she’d last stepped foot in arcane , since she’d last called it home . back when there were less monsters amongst men , less creatures lurking in the night . it was easier to go unnoticed then , easier to be normal . she’d spent quite a bit of time upon this soil , in gowns that reached the floor and antique pearls that draped across her collarbone . a time of elegance and love ; perhaps the only time she’d ever actually felt love . her fingers graze across a gravestone ; ARRIO MALVADO engraved within stone . he was a good man . a lover disguised as a fighter , burdened with his family’s reputation and loyalty . a bloodline like that is bound to make someone go crazy . she didn’t blame him though , she didn’t despise him for following their commands , she understood . it was between her and a legacy ; and she was nothing but a monster . which is why she was here now , kneeling upon his grave with sorrow . “ i miss you . ” she whispered , masking her pain and guilt with the love she still possessed . two thousand years and the four with him were the only ones that mattered . she jumps slightly as a leaf crunches behind her , a hand raising to wipe the dampness from her cheek . she shouldn’t be here . she turns , prepared for any type of encounter ; emerald orbs focusing on the stir of motion . moonlight defining undeniable features . her eyebrows furrowing , eyes glancing from him to his gravestone and then back . tears still fresh against her skin , disbelief written upon delicate features . “ arrio ? ” her words were quiet and breathless , her head shaking immediately after the words fill the open air . perhaps she , herself , had gone insane . @assidvous

an unlit cigarette rests between two fingers , curiosity crossing his countenance as words have been seemingly forgotten . it’s a rarity to find anyone in this part of the cemetery , isolated & alone , sectioned off solely for those that carried dominic’s family name . not many came to mourn the ones that laid buried here six feet underground honestly , who could blame them ?? throughout their lifetime in arcane falls the malvados had made it quite clear they weren’t ever interested in making friends . they did not deal in the art of pleasantries & soft smiles . ( certainly not when it came to those foreign to their own sort . ) no no , they stayed ever so merciless & malevolent , wreaking havoc , taking weakness and turning it into fear ; power . this was their legacy , hollow words etched onto cold marble , never to be read aloud . . . . because the living do not grieve the dead they do not miss . his curiosity melts into confusion , the mere mention of the name causing a ripple effect within him . questions burning at the back of his throat . he stares for a moment , giving her a cursory evaluation before he finally speaks . ❛ do i kn . . . who are you ? ❜ words stumble over unsure lips , vigilant gaze rooted to the girl standing before him , demeanor matching that of his own .

#rxsecolored #✧ ; / sleepless nights & sunless days shifting in your eyes › narrative .

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martinez , mariana‌ :

looking down at the ashes of her cig ; sadness over-taking her as she remembers how happy they were . or was it only just her ? was he using her ? it’s thoughts she would tell herself weren’t true , but a part of her went home crying as she knew they possibly could be. god - he was her weakness. it was disgusting to her family to see her wanter off . they knew damn well , but now here they are . in arcane falls to keep an eye on their daughter - with an enemy . ronne was never going to get her parent’s happiness if she still drawing herself back. she tells herself she doesn’t care about him and that he means nothing. lies . lies that mariana tell herself and her family. once she looks at that curly haired man - it all changes. it made her sick. rolling heres - oh so he wanted to do that , huh ? well mariana can do it too. “ well - you tell me , babe … what are we talking about ?” shes pressed against his back and lets her finger trail his jaw . she breathes down his neck before taking steps back. she’s walking a few distances and hears what he ask her , turning her head .” you should know — i truly never really want to be alone.” her voice softens as she stands there and sighs . god - just walk away mariana ! just do it !

brows lift in a sort of disbelief , but not quite surprise . if anything , the gesture is closest to a voiceless scold . for a moment he lets the silence & all his evident knowing simmer between them . resisting the urge to walk over , pull her close and tell her no harm will ever come to her again . ( fuck , he can still feel her fingers tracing his jaw ) concoction of cowardice & contrite swirling through his veins , this is who he is . hurts people so he doesn’t get hurt , but in the process manages to do exactly that which he set out to avoid . a coward who can’t speak the truth even if it means being happy for the first time in his miserable life . maybe his father was right all along , and all of this , in its entirety is his fault . from the moment he was born to the moment he’ll die . he wanted to stop being afraid ; so the monster he became . tell her its going to be okay ! he sighs , the source of her grief , how could he ever ? ❛ i can’t think of a lonelier place than this shithole -- why are you out here ? ❜ words are sharp , acerbic . trail of his gaze is mapped out between the trees & the vast void of darkness that surrounds them before finding their way back to mariana .

#✧ ; / sleepless nights & sunless days shifting in your eyes › narrative .#murder me pls

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mai le , ivy ‌:

a hint of a smile on her lips. she didn’t plan it, they’d simply risen up a bit, but once ivy became self-aware they were fixed in such a position. always in control, always in control. it was hard to keep charades, but ivy would rather think of it as secrets, and oh, was she great at those. “ what’s your favorite? ” the girl spoke while pouring another drink, filling his cup, his hubris, his vices, his whatever-the-hell-she-needed-now. the offered bottle, their language for the first few times, had simply stuck, making a dent in her paycheck that she did not care about. “ of all the ones you did on me ? or haven’t yet. any wishes ? " make me your canvas . she did always dream of muses and her skin dripping in ink, too deep to ever physically overflow. ivy’s shoulders were covered in the other’s art, a touch of magic disguising the marks of all the fantasies she’d ever GUTTED open. the irony made her smile a bit more.

shoulders rise & fall in a shrug . ❛ that's like asking someone to pick favorites between their kids . you can’t do that shit . ❜ oh , how he lies , so boldly yet so completely unconvincingly . words are offered with a chuckle , coy smile playing at his lips . raising his glass to take a sip he isn’t even sure he’s buying what he’s selling here . if there’s ever anyone patrial to nepotism , ( when it comes to this particular question ) its dominic . not all his children are equal , especially not the love he holds for them & that guy that came in the week prior who asked for a place boob here tattoo on the inside of his right palm was definitely not a child he was particularly proud of . leans back , shoulders relaxing as he fixes his gaze on ivy , soft nod of his head towards her right arm . ❛ bottom left . ❜ coy smile finding its way back onto his face .

#✧ ; / sleepless nights & sunless days shifting in your eyes › narrative .

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martinez , mariana :

YOU’RE SUPPOSE TO ONLY SEE THE DEVIL ONCE - but oh how lucky mariana was , she saw him everywhere. curly haired , chizzled jawline , and fit body type. plus it wasn’t hard not to feel the presence of someone you once cared for. plus ronnie felt the stare . what did he want from her ? why the pit of all place ? she knew the answer. just didn’t want to listen to her head. taking a drag from her cig as she looks around at the scenery. gasping it all in before somebody ruined it . a quick gesture of the middle finger is given . no answer - no reply given . she flicks the ash off of her cig as she contemplates what to do next. her head turns and her eyes meet his . she sets her cig on the floor and crushes it . eyes rolling in the back of my head. hearing the nickname he has given her - only he called her that. “ so - then why are you here ? aren’t you trying to stay away ? ‘ she asks him as she gets closer to him , her shoulder brushing his . a smirk on her lips as she nibbles down on her bottom lip.

there’s an unreadable set to his jaw , when she raises her middle finger at him . he stares for a moment , lost in thought . he doesn’t know if her acting like this makes it easier to deal with or harder . it just is . certainly doesn’t explain how he always finds himself back here again , with her . doing the same song and dance over & over again . she pretends it doesn’t get to her , he knows this . he pretends he doesn’t know she cries when his back is turned . he hates it ; having that effect on her . its curious , the feeling .... its got a hold over him and that scares him more than anything , and one look in her eyes tells him she knows this too . ❛ depends on what you’re talking about , babe . ❜ last word is exaggerated for full dramatic effect . what should he have been staying away from ?? danger ; from the pits unknown , or her . . . like she isn’t both those things . play it safe , play it dumb . she brushes passed him , he doesnt flinch , doesnt pull away from the touch either but vigilant gaze trails the others movements . ❛ unless you want me to leave you alone ? ❜ words fall from his lips with a shrug , hand reaching for his cigarettes .

#✧ ; / sleepless nights & sunless days shifting in your eyes › narrative .

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a quick intake of breath . eyes narrow & profile cants tangentially to the side ❛ so if i throw this rock at you right ❜ face is as serious as a heart attack , jagged rock the size of a grape is held between two fingers up to eye level , looking past it & directly at violet . focused as he’s ever been , as if the question he’s just asked holds all the answers he's been looking for . ❛ is it gonna just go right through you or am i gonna have a really angry ghost on my ass ?? ❜ he's felt the impact of multiple projectiles she's thrown at him over the entire time he's been coming to mouth peak cemetery to visit his late mother’s grave , he's felt the sting of them hit him in the back of the head , the leg , the cheek , the chest . . . ( honestly the list of non hits is shorter . ) so the urge to just , throw ..... is there . but , he holds back . remembering that she is a ghost after all & he’s already haunted enough as it is . / @jeoprdy .

#what the fuck is this even #djsikbdnjs i am #✧ ; / sleepless nights & sunless days shifting in your eyes › narrative .

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brows lift slightly in surprise , features flush momentarily with an uncommon mix of confusion and concern before it’s shrugged off . taking one last inhale of his cigarette , discarded with the flick of his middle finger & thumb , dropping to the ground with a soft pat . exhale . hazel hues darting back to that all too familiar face that had caught him completely off guard . did she know he was going to be here ?? a smirk threatens the corners of dominic’s mouth and he contemplates his next words . ❛ come here often ? ❜ query falls from his mouth like ton of bricks , the silence that inhabited the space between the two of them broken . he waits for her eyes to meet his & cue the grin . cue the head tilt . cue soft laughter escaping parted lips . ❛ i don’t know , ana seems a little dangerous , don’t you think ? ❜ / @devilingdarlings .

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* hello my babiess , vee here , u can’t see me but i just did the gross wink & finger guns thing . . . you know the one . / anyways this is my son , my tol garbage fire edgelord supreme ; dominic malvado . luv him , let him luv u . ( his pinterest board can be found here ( x ) , his inspo blog here ( x ) and use this tag here ( x ) as a potential dynamics / relationships / connections page ) anyways ily all , enjoy the mess you’re abt to read , like this & i’ll slide into ur dms for plots !!

+ BENJAMIN WADSWORTH , CIS MALE , HE / HIM , WITCH . deep in the pacific northwest lives dominic arrio malvado . i heard they’ve been living there for nearly thirty years and last saw them hanging around mount peak cemetery , i think they might’ve been up to no good . at twenty - nine years old , nic doesn’t look a day over twenty - one . hope they enjoy their stay !!

* aesthetic ; honeyed eyes rimmed with red ; serving as a cruel reminder of restless nights spent wandering aimlessly as sleep evades , notebooks & pages full of sketches and words left unsaid ; strewn about haphazardly in an unmade bed , the smell of cigarette smoke clinging softly to day - old clothes , saccharine half - smiles gracing charmingly handsome features , alcohol tainted lies that make the stars align for the night but ultimately leave him feeling more hollow come daybreak , old scars marring delicate flesh ; a stark contrast to the fresh bruises his knuckles hold and the bloody split that kisses his lips , the weight of expectations stacked so high that even standing on tiptoes can’t possibly reach , tired hands running through perfectly unkempt curls coming to rest at the nape of one's neck & ink - stained fingertips ; telling the tale behind another's story .

* character parallels ; kaz brekker ( six of crows ) , stefan salvatore ( vampire diaries ) , seth gecko ( from dusk til dawn ) , ryan atwood ( the oc ) , jake peralta ( brooklyn nine - nine ) , marcus lopez arguello ( deadly class ) , mike munroe ( until dawn ) , eddie kaspbrak ( it ) , steve harrington ( stranger things ) , jess mariano ( gilmore girls ) , nicholas scratch ( the chilling adventures of sabrina ) .

* trigger warning ; child abuse , domestic violence , neglect , death , alcohol & drug use .

+ the malvado name is one that’s been around for centuries , dating back to the early 1500s . a very powerful , incredibly successful and highly feared family . known for their proficiencies in dark magic , they did everything they could to get ahead , unrelenting and ruthless . if you stood in their way , it wouldn’t be for long .

+ dominic’s parents got married at a very young age . a loveless arranged marriage brought to be by their two respective covens as a show of ‘ good faith ’ and peace . the son of a great warlock and the daughter of a powerful witch , together they would stand and show them all that no matter the differences , the two covens could coexist .

+ not long after their marriage , dominic was born . an heir to what they would leave behind , a soft small boy that would carry on the malvado name . do right by them , make them proud . and so he would try , doing whatever his father would ask of him , without question . keep quiet , play nice , “ don’t make me tell you again ” . his father was , after all , a prodigy , a manipulator and a good one at that . and every day dominic would grow to look more and more like his father . ( a carbon copy of bad decisions and regrets that he only would later come to learn . )

+ his mother , if you ask nic . . . he can’t remember the last time he’s seen her smile . lifeless and cold , day after day she’ll sit in the same spot and not utter a single word . his aunts would tell him stories of when she was younger ; how her smile could light up a room , and her voice could be compared to that of angels singing . stories of a girl full of passion , and life , who held love for all things , especially small and beautiful . for dominic , hard to believe . . he’s only ever known her this way , to him , she’s always been melancholy stares and dark eyes . beautiful , broken and absent .

+ the nights his father would come home , the smell of whiskey clinging to his breath he would tell dominic about how it had all been his fault . how he was to blame for the state of his mother . she had changed after he was born . had he listened more , had he been a good boy , she wouldn’t have been this disappointed . she would have then wanted him more , cared for him . ( his father of course , was a massive piece of shit . ) nights like these would only ever end one way , bruised and broken , much like his mother . his father would beat him with whatever he could find . for a man so very well versed in the dark arts he never did use magic , his fists were enough . it’s here dominic learned how to fight , and never really stopped since .

+ once school started for dominic it meant more freedom , away from the toxic environment he calls a home and away from the man that breathes down his neck ever moment of every day . do better , be better , be stronger , learn more . too many expectations thrust upon a little boy . as dominic grew older he started listening less and less . rebelling , first in small ways and slowly but gradually less subtle and harder to ignore . the consequences not really mattering to him anymore , having become more than used to the punishments he would endure at the hands of his father . his body a battleground of scars to show for his work . he would become his own person , not the person he had been groomed to be since birth . he had been living his life for his father , and his father couldn’t have cared less about what this meant for his son . he would take back his life piece by broken piece and glue it all together again .

+ a year before dominic’s 18th birthday his mother passed away . unusual for a witch of her age but the truth was she had died a long time ago . no one thought about it twice , and some even saw it as a relief . for years everyone had watched his mother deteriorate . after that , there was nothing keeping dominic at home anymore . he barely returned back there except from night to night , using it merely as a place to sleep . some nights not even bothering to return at all . come his eighteenth birthday nic was out of the malvado house . by this time nic was far too old to control and as much as he tried his father saw that it had no use left . he had lost him , rightfully - fucking - so .

+ dominic was supposed to be a leader . . like his father . always like his father , a fighter , a fraud , a fucking monster . it had become everything he had grown to hate . but as much as he loathed it there was something underneath , a feeling he couldn’t quite pinpoint , something dark , something dangerous he wouldn’t dare admit . mostly because he was afraid yet mesmerized by the power that he felt growing inside of him . he’s yet to love anyone but the rush , the high that accompanies a fight , a magicless fight , bare hands , skin to skin , the sound of cracking bones and the smell of fresh blood . . . it’s the closet he likes to think he’ll ever come .

+ after that , finding a job was easy , he started small , an apprenticeship at the local tattoo parlour that over the years grew into so much more . ( dark ) magic infused tattooing had never been this interesting and he was the best at what he did . his own skin turned from a cemetary of scars to the canvas he had been looking for all along . people expected much of him , a big speaker a born to be leader , to be this malvado heir , this regal , lavish thing , but he’s all hoodies and leather jackets , bruised knuckles and split lips , dark alleyways and illicit drugs . a far cry from the boy who used to sit back and be quiet , do as daddy said .

* personality : on the exterior dominic is a charismatic & intelligent guy ( like all malvado men ) that has the world at his fingertips . however the deeper you go the more pain you’ll find . this is one of the reasons why nic’s very guarded by nature ( as well as because he doesn’t want anyone to discover who he really is behind the facade . ) at times explosive , ( fight him pls !!! ) his patience with certain things has grown thinner over the years and he tends to be easily agitated . as stubborn & sarcastic as they come , uses humor as a form of self preservation . though a total charmer he does suffer from ‘ sloppy bitch ’ syndrome and tends to self - sabotage a good thing when the realisation hits him . likes picking fights and petty arguments just for shits & giggles . his loud mouth has gotten him into trouble before but being the suave little ��fucker he is he tends to talk himself out of shit easy . because he hasn’t had many real or serious relationships he isn’t inclined to allow himself to form deep or more intimate bonds , ( afraid that if he lets his guard down and enjoys himself or lets himself be happy it’ll all disappear and he’ll be left alone , again . ) but the people he is close with he trusts unconditionally , and would p much die for them .

#inferisintro #did i let myself go wit this a lil???#ya definitely #do i care????#no waiii #luv my son pls #that is all #gOOdnight <3

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