He can’t help but laugh, a warm smile tugging his lips nearly ear-to-ear. His mom had always said food was the way to a person’s heart. He watched as Ziya put his boots on, head canting slightly. Had he ever mentioned how much he liked those boots and the way they made Ziya’s legs look? If he hadn’t, he would be sure to do so. Quite a few times. He hummed thoughtfully, stepping closer to close any space between them. He leaned down, though he didn’t have to lean down as far, now that Ziya was wearing his boots, and he brushed his nose against the warlock’s.
"‘Course you are. Can’t let you get your boots dirty.“ He stole a quick kiss, pulling back with a wide – albeit timid – smile and began to shrug off the backpack. “That means you’re going to have to carry this, though.” He held it out to him, knowing that the pack was probably safer with Ziya anyway. Plus, his books were in there and he wouldn’t let anything happen to them. Grayson then turned so his back was facing Ziya and he kneeled down, looking at him over his shoulder. “I was going to carry you in my arms, but maybe I’ll save that for… later.”
❛ was that an innuendo, grayson ??❜
he smirks, eyes narrowing in a knowing way. he swings the pack over his shoulder, careful not to let it hit him too hard (lest his damage the books, let alone his spine), before stepping back and taking a running jump at grayson. a soft omf! falls from his lips, before he readjusts his seating, knowing that even if he was probably as light as a feather to grayson he still has the slight chance of sliding off. not that he isn’t strong enough to stay in place, mind you … heh …
soft squishy characters aggressively hugging angry explosive characters to calm them down and the angry character closing their eyes/choking back tears and quietly melting into the hug
orbs of tyrian flick up and down, skimming down sable fabric and pale skin with a skeptical mien. a bubble of salt forms in the hallow of his throat, unease trickling down into his chest and weighing it down, looping around offal and viscera with unyielding vigor. it irritates fire-blessed cavities, sand under his skin, and the fact that he doesn’t knowwhymakes it all that much more unpleasant ;;the man seems normal enough, if not a little TOOpoised and peerless. perhaps … that’s what has him on edge – being expected to show control in the presence of someone who might as well be sitting on a throne (thought it’s not like ziya can’t say the SAME). he’ll decide to bite his tongue on his OWN terms, thank you very much. if this lord phantomhive turns out to be some arrogant pisspot, he’ll let lose without a damn care in the world.
hence, the warlock decides to assert this to both himself and the company he currently keeps, tilting his head backward, haughty and immodest with his nose in the air.
❛ i can seat myself, tall, dark n’ creepy as HELL. ❜
he could always blame everyone but himself. after all, once new power comes along, strong and scalding and modern like the first born flame, rebellion tends to crawl out of the woodwork. regardless of the pros, there’s always a select few who only view the cons, and sometimes … sometimes, those select few can be dangerous. caesar had underestimated his senate, adorned his wreath with more than his neck could bare, and he had payed for it with the skin off of his back — though ignorance always travels hand in hand with PRIDE, and that deadly sin is nothing you can pass off as another’s fault.
henceforth, a sand-tainted ICARUS with wax still dripping scarlet off of his derma littered with burns from the sun, sits in the middle of his personal asphodel meadow. his head is bent forward, and he is embracing the melancholy aura and audible scrape of metal against blister as he stews in his memoirs, thoughts of retribution and self loathing bubbling in a betrayed mind.
ضياء | ziya lu'lu
species - witch/warlock/spellcaster
ethnicity - arab
nationality - currently american
build - androgynous. ziya is very small, and has feminine curves, standing at 4"10’ without his boots. with them, however, he gains a few inches and is around 5"2-3' depending on the heel size.
hair - feathery, shoulder-length, blonde
skin - dark beige
eyes - bright purple, a ball of indigo fire that roars with visible and audible sparks when he is angered.
other distinguishing features - his demon-marks, physical characteristics present on all warlocks, are several ‘tattoos’ that are spread across his skin in the form of randomly shaped birthmarks. the most noticeable ones, as they are almost never glamoured, are two black lines above and under his eyes.
age - he is physically in his late teens to early twenties, but is well over 200 years old.
magic - being a warlock, ziya can preform several different types of magic, and is often hired by human/other magical customers to do spells for them. he has very broad knowledge on most subjects, but is an expert in fire, storm craft and demon summoning. however, he is particularly reluctant with working alongside shadowhunters for a multitude of reasons, and won't budge unless given apt reason.
intelligence - ziya has competent knowledge on most subjects, magical or otherwise. despite his seemingly reckless and ireful demeanour, he is good at coming up with well-thought-out plans, and is an organized person, keeping all of his books and scrolls colour coded.
BIO
ziya was born in cairo, egypt during the late 1700s. he trained with a large group of egyptian warlocks after running away from his home, having accidentally injured his older sister in a magical fit. he hoped to steady his powers, and vowed not to return until he was ready to be around them again. unfortunately, as the years passed and ziya scaled the ranks to reach high warlock of cairo in the 1780s, he 'lost track of time' (a common occurance) in the small pocket of sub-dimensions in which the warlocks trained. he came back to find that his parents had died during a famine that wiped out one sixth of the population. his sister, however, had survived, and lived on to the age of 90, going senile before her passing -- obsessive over her lost brother and assured that he would come back to her before she died. he was too late, and this information was relayed to him via obituary and her middle-aged daughter, who, unknowingly, had met with her uncle, and told him of his sister's death without proper tact. in his weak state of mind, a fellow warlock, abias adil, bent with rage over (and not to mention mentally unstable due to his own inconceivable age) the fact that someone as young as ziya had somehow accomplished the status of high warlock in such a short amount of time, managed to frame him for the murder of three mundane children. after a trial and a multitude of beatings, ziya was banished from both his position as high warlock and the continent of africa itself, but not before learning that abias had taken his place as high warlock. he now resides in america, and prefers to be alone and only goes out when he needs a drink (or seven) and a quick hook-up to quell his cravings. eternally frustrated due to the fact that he cannot stop abias adil in what ziya can only think of as hell back home, (ziya has faced first-hand abuse from abias on more than one occasion, especially prominent in his younger years whilst still in training), he plots his revenge and one day hopes to take back his rightful place on top.
– > HEY,my name’s Naegi !! This is an RP blog for a witch/warlock/spellcaster oc, initially an exclusive 'the mortal insturments' oc. I’m a trans guy and I use he/him pronouns at all times. I’ve been on tumblr for a while now, and this is one of my many, many blogs – So please be patient with me. No art on this blog belongs to me and I will give credit to all those who ask for it, but the icons (mostly drawn by dragonbeak on tumblr), graphics and background WERE made by/for me, so I ask that you don’t steal anything from my blog or ask me beforehand !! my skype is available to mutuals on request.
I AM - >semi-private.Meaning that I usually only RP with mutuals and don’t do FOLLOW FOR FOLLOW. This is only to keep my drafts from piling up to the point where I’m overwhelmed, and also to keep my dash clean. If we’re not mutuals, but you still want to interact, feel free to shoot me an ask - remember that I am only SEMI private and can make exceptions. Regardless of this rule, if we are not mutuals and you want to talk OOC, go for it !! i’m pretty friendly.
- > willing to do all NSFW except for smut.i’m not of age ;; please ask me beforehand if we’re going to do something relating to intense gore, as i like putting those under readmores and doing research beforehand.
- > multiship, but with chemistry!
- > active. Meaning that, unless otherwise stated in a hiatus message, ect, I will be fairly quick with my replies. Sometimes, if my muse is weak, it will be stuffed into drafts and I apologize for that. It’s just sometimes Ziya doesn’t like to cooperate. If I don’t get to your reply within a few days, or, for a longer one, a week, message me, because I’m clumsy and probably lost it.
- > multi-muse and oc friendly(ofc considering Zee is an OC). I only ask that you a) don’t have a very large amount of muses, so i’m putting the limit at 3 unless i follow you first and b) have a bio for each of your muses/oc(s).
the general rules of rping still apply here !! ( godmodding, asks into threads, ect )