ANDREW GARFIELD

Under the Silver Lake (2018)

"Well, yeah." That was all that came out of his mouth as Alek went about squeezing his arm and then his throat. If it were anyone else, he would've thought it was sexual in nature, but not from the lycan. Alek was just a damn menace with an anger problem now that seemed almost unmatched. Vinny could remember when the other used to hang onto every word he ever said. Now they just passed by each other once a while. The last time they'd seen each other, Alek had choked him enough to where his eyes damn near popped out of the sockets. Entertaining and terrifying at the same time. "You're recruiting me? For a job?"

@vincenzodives location: lubefest notes: *oil can*

"You look the same." Alek squeezed Vinny's scrawny arm before he reached for his throat and gave that a quick squeeze too. "Yeah, definitely the same." They'd been friends before, roommates alongside Sabina and then a lot of shit had kind of hit the fan. Vinny had died a couple times, came back, and then Alek was just out here trying to kill everyone. It felt like they were even somehow. "I've got a business opportunity though where you and I can make a killing, with my smarts and your... Gears, we can go places."

closed starter for @nyloth location: lupercalia note: charge him up baBY

Even though he had come here with Marcella, he really only had one woman on the mind. Where she was always happened to be a mystery to him until she showed up. Usually, it was when he least expected it. Or really when he started thinking about her in the slightest. Wandering around, he looked at the many stalls surrounding him looking for any sign of her. Vinny had split off from Marcella for a reason and it wasn't just to oil his fucking joints. "Nyloth," was all he said as he sat on a bench and tilted his head back. "I'm starting to look crazy over here."

Andrew Garfield | Omega Event in Paris, France | January 19, 2024 | 🎥 Gala

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[hands] in "The Amazing Spider-Man" (2012, dir. Mark Webb).

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Under the Silver Lake (2018)

Mainstream (2020)

Red Riding: The Year of Our Lord 1974 (2009)

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Her nails in the hair atop his head was enough to spur him on. Well, it actually wasn't, but he thought it was for now. Vinny had been elevated to something much more than he had ever thought he could be and that only meant that he was hoping and damn near praying that she would treat him as something much less than that. In all honesty, he didn't actually deserve any part of her. His hands shouldn't have been able to drift across her skin. His lips shouldn't have been able to graze where they were between her legs. Yet she had given him a gift as her leg slung over his shoulder to pull him closer. His luck was sure to run out eventually, he was sure of it. Nevertheless, he ripped apart the undergarments and laid his tongue flat against her core before licking a line upwards. While he flicked his tongue, his hands gripped her hips to pull her closer and wrap her legs further around his neck. There just wasn't enough choking going on so he assumed he had to make it known that that was exactly what he wanted.

Reverence and veneration came in different doses; Nyloth's piety was bountiful where Lloth was concerned, passionate where drow were mentioned, and lacked conviction where mere mortal men were to be present. She'd not vie to say Vinny was different, but there would be great reverence in watching him simper and quiver beneath her touch; the ways in which he worshiped her delightfully palpable. The Devout was not blind to her own damning presence, his worship could be expected, but she found herself vying for it as though it was a substantial piece, a necessary ounce of devotion for her cause. It was wretched and yet she vied for more than a mere taste of it; Nyloth would not mean to destroy him beneath her possessive urge, this proclamation that this creature was hers to bend and snap beneath her grip, but it was an inevitable she'd relish in what currently was.

His gaze panned every inch and crevice of her frame, curves that sloped, skin plush underneath the biting kiss Vinny pressed along her hip. Drow were meant to be the grotesque antithesis of the elves, but Nyloth had known her true beauty, a goddess reborn under the cruelty of the elves mistreatment. She was greater than, not because of their cruelty but in spite of her piety that transcended lifetimes, that transcended her resurrection under Lloth's hand. Her nails pulled through the unruly, bleached hair atop his head, gazing upon this once mere and mortal creature one last time before her nails pulled back, slipped away from his unruly hair as she leaned back upon the bed within her chambers. A leg slung unceremoniously over his shoulder to hook him forth, to press him towards the place in which he desired to prove his worship. Nyloth would meet him in this moment, this sliver of a change where she could offer gentle mercy as she allowed him a small ounce of control.

How was he? Vinny felt like the question was more difficult to answer than he would've liked it to be. Maybe it had always been difficult to answer. His friends were going through it right now. He was always going through it. Dying twice could do that to a person. Even worse than that had been being completely aware buried under rubble for fifteen years. He hadn't known how long it had been at the time, but when time had reverted, he hadn't known what to do with the knowledge. When he had nothing but the rubble above him, all he had was time to think. Maybe death would've been kinder. "I actually don't know how I am, Emory." There was a glazed look over his eyes as he let his thoughts wander. "I was buried alive for fifteen years and nobody even knew. It was...terrifying."

Emory gives a nod of his head because he gets it. He gets it and there's so much more for them to talk about than just August. Drawing a knee up to his chest, he looks to the once witch, once ghoul, and now he wasn't quite sure what Vinny was considered. He doesn't quite care, as long as he's back. "How are you? We've got a lot to talk about on that front." He wants to tell him he sat on that damn couch of his in his apartment and he and August had both broken down. But if August is off limits, he's not opening that can of worms.

"Good. I'd make you swear it, but..." Vinny was just really glad that she was back. After she had gone, it felt like his entire life had fallen apart. Whatever had transpired after they had been separated felt like some cruel joke. It was as if he wasn't meant to live without her. People called that platonic soulmates or something. Right now, he was some immortal being and she was... "How are you here right now? Who summoned you?" The warforged reveled in the way her hands gently held onto his face. She had been his one anchor to this world for so long that it felt like he was no longer lost anymore now. "I don't even know where to start. I died twice. Some guy put me back together." He shook his head because it sounded unbelievable even as he said it out loud. "But yeah, it's pretty fucking empty in here. I didn't...I guess I was legally dead."

There was a limit to how many times a demon could escape the Inferno without much detection, Archfiends rarely liked to let go of their things, Viola reached her limit sooner than she would have liked. Had it been possible then she would have crawled her way from the pit, through the nine levels of Hell, and clamoured back to the sweet child she'd left alone. News of his death had been lorded over her, another cruel appointment that the emissaries of hell delighted upon. Vincenzo's poor, mutilated soul, and then its entire disbursement as if even the Inferno had conspired to keep her from him.

"I'm not going anywhere, not this time." There weren't many places to go, and part of her arrangement with the elf had been made because they were sufficiently immortal. Powerful in a way that was too mysterious to most to see Viola's binding undone. She returned Vincenzo's embrace with some gratitude, anchored herself against him and let the child she'd known for so many years ground her to this realm once again. Viola withdrew but only enough to look him in the eyes, her hands on his face, "Tell me everything, have you-" she looked around the apartment that was half barren and picked over, "looks like we need to get you some more things."

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Feeling like a freak on a leash (you wanna see the light) Feeling like I have no release (so do I) How many times have I felt diseased? (You wanna see the light) Nothing in my life is free, is free