Country: United States
November 04, 2018
09/27/2023 05:18 PM
MICHAEL AVOCADO ARCHIVES
Featuring @-SYMPATHYforDADDY- Michael
Once upon a time, in the eerie and desolate Outpost 3 from American Horror Story: Apocalypse, there lived a servant named Mallory. She had been assigned the most peculiar task of all: ensuring that the residents of the outpost, including the enigmatic Michael Langdon, had everything they needed for their daily survival.
Mallory was an unassuming young woman with her hair pulled up into a tight bun and a pair of oversized glasses that perpetually slid down her nose. She moved about the bunker like a shadow, tending to the inhabitants' bizarre requests with a polite smile.
One gloomy day, while dusting the shelves in the dimly lit library, Mallory stumbled upon an old, leather-bound journal hidden amidst dusty tomes. The cover was embossed with the words "Michael's Musings," and curiosity got the better of her. She settled down into a dusty armchair and began to read.
The first page of the journal was nothing short of a revelation: "Day 1 Without Avocados." Mallory couldn't help but giggle at the absurdity of it all. Michael Langdon, the sinister and enigmatic figure who had brought about the end of the world with nuclear bombs, was lamenting the absence of avocados?
The entry continued, "I wept today as I realized that the world I had destroyed no longer held the creamy, green delicacy that is the avocado. Oh, how I miss their buttery goodness and the way they perfectly complemented my toast!"
Mallory couldn't contain her laughter. She flipped to the next page, which was dated "Day 2 Without Avocados." Michael's despair was palpable as he recounted, "The void in my heart grows deeper with each passing day, as does my longing for avocados. I never realized their importance until they were gone."
Mallory couldn't believe her luck. She had stumbled upon a treasure trove of Michael Langdon's avocado-related woes. Each day, without fail, he cried and wrote a journal entry about missing avocados. As she continued to read, she discovered that he had developed elaborate fantasies about avocado feasts, avocado-themed parties, and even avocado-shaped clouds in the sky.
On "Day 7 Without Avocados," Michael's journal entry reached a new level of melodrama. "I fear that I am losing my sanity," he wrote. "Without avocados, life is but a barren wasteland of despair. If I could turn back time, I would give up my quest for power just to taste the creamy green goodness of an avocado once more."
Mallory could barely contain her laughter as she imagined the once-mighty Michael Langdon pining for avocados. She decided to keep the journal a secret, relishing in the absurdity of the situation. Whenever she saw Michael in the bunker, she couldn't help but stifle a chuckle, knowing the truth about his avocado obsession.
As the days turned into weeks and the apocalypse raged on outside, Mallory found solace in the hilarity of Michael's avocado-themed despair. Little did she know that this bizarre discovery would be her source of comic relief in the darkest of times, and she would forever treasure the memory of the fallen Antichrist pining for avocados in Outpost 3.
09/27/2023 02:43 PM
MICHAEL LANGDON AVOCADO OBSESSION SORROW
Featuring @-SYMPATHYforDADDY- Michael
Mallory had never imagined she'd find herself in such an absurd situation. As a servant in Outpost 3, her daily routine consisted of cleaning, organizing, and serving the remaining survivors. Her auburn hair was always meticulously tied up in a high bun, and her glasses perched on her nose made her look more like a librarian than a servant in a post-apocalyptic bunker.
One fateful day, while carrying a tray of gelantinous cubes to the communal dining area, she overheard a distinct sound echoing down the cold, concrete hallway. It was crying—genuine, gut-wrenching sobbing. It was a sound that hadn't been heard in Outpost 3 for as long as anyone could remember.
Mallory's curiosity got the better of her, and she followed the sound to its source: Michael Langdon's office. The Antichrist himself, the one who had brought the world to its knees with nuclear devastation, was sitting at his desk, his head buried in his hands. Tears streamed down his face, and his once-imposing demeanor was reduced to that of a heartbroken child.
Mallory couldn't believe her eyes. She cleared her throat awkwardly, not entirely sure how to approach this bizarre situation. "Um, excuse me, Mr. Langdon?"
Michael's head shot up, his expression a mixture of shock and irritation at being interrupted. "What?" he snapped, his voice still quivering with emotion.
Mallory gestured to the scene before her. "I couldn't help but notice... you're crying. Are you alright?"
Michael sniffled and wiped his tears with the back of his hand. "Do I look alright to you? I've destroyed everything, Mallory. All the avocados are gone!"
Mallory's eyebrows shot up, her glasses slipping slightly on her nose. "Avocados?"
"Yes, avocados!" Michael exclaimed, his voice cracking. He held up a small, shriveled avocado pit as if it were a priceless relic. "I used the nuclear bombs to obliterate everything, including the avocados. They're extinct, Mallory! Extinct!"
Mallory couldn't help it; she burst out laughing. It was the most absurd thing she had ever heard. The Antichrist was crying over avocados. She quickly covered her mouth, trying to stifle her giggles, but it was no use.
Michael glared at her, his tear-streaked face turning red with anger. "This isn't funny!"
Mallory composed herself as best she could and tried to look sympathetic. "I'm sorry, Mr. Langdon, but it's just... well, it's a little funny, don't you think? I mean, out of all the things to be upset about..."
Michael huffed and slumped in his chair, defeated. "I just miss the guacamole," he muttered, his voice small.
Mallory couldn't hold back her laughter any longer. She laughed so hard that tears welled up in her own eyes. "I understand, Mr. Langdon. Guacamole is a real loss in these trying times."
09/24/2023 02:03 PM
MALLORY/LESTAT -Back to the Future
From an RP Challenge: Was Given a Random Theme
by people to Write a Drabble
@devils_violinist Lestat chose "Back to the Future"
Mallory had always been a woman of extraordinary powers, but nothing could have prepared her for the journey she was about to undertake. In the midst of the post-apocalyptic world, where chaos and despair reigned supreme, she had dared to cast a very dangerous and potentially deadly spell : Tempus Infinitum. With a small locket from the 1700s in her hand, she knew the time had come to use it.
With an incantation known to only a handful of witches throughout history and all of them died trying it except for Mallory. Mallory activated the spell. The world around her dissolved into a swirling vortex of colors and lights. She felt herself being pulled through time and space, her very essence stretched to its limits.
When the tumultuous journey ended, Mallory found herself standing in the midst of a bustling 18th-century street. She clutched the locket tightly in her hand, her mission clear—she needed to save the woman whose image was imprisoned within the delicate jewelry.
As she wandered through the cobbled streets of the past, Mallory couldn't help but feel the weight of history pressing down on her. The woman in the locket, a captivating beauty from a bygone era, was in grave danger. Her name was Isabella, and she was destined for a tragic fate unless Mallory intervened.
It was during her search for Isabella that Mallory first encountered him—an enigmatic figure, with mesmerizing eyes the color of amethysts and an aura of allure that was impossible to resist. His name was Lestat, and he was unlike anyone she had ever met.
Lestat, a vampire with centuries of experience, was immediately captivated by Mallory's presence. He couldn't explain the overwhelming attraction he felt for this modern woman who had inexplicably appeared in his time. Their worlds collided, and as they spent more time together, the lines between love and duty became blurred.
Mallory confided in Lestat about her mission to save Isabella, explaining that the fate of her own existence depended on the successful completion of this task. Lestat, though torn by his feelings for Mallory, recognized the importance of her mission and vowed to help her.
Together, they embarked on a perilous journey to rescue Isabella from her impending doom. Their efforts were fraught with danger, and time itself seemed to conspire against them. Yet, with Mallory's magical abilities and Lestat's supernatural prowess, they managed to alter the course of history.
As the timeline shifted, Mallory knew that her own existence was secure, but Lestat faced an agonizing decision. To maintain the stability of the altered timeline, he had to stay in the 1700s, unable to return to the post-apocalyptic world with Mallory.
With tears in her eyes, Mallory bid farewell to Lestat, promising to find a way to bring him back to her time. As she activated the spell to return, she left behind the vampire who had risked everything for her.
Back in the Outpost, Mallory was haunted by the memory of Lestat. She couldn't forget the depth of his love and desire, even though he remained in the past. And then, one fateful night, as she walked through the charred remnants of her world, she felt a presence behind her.
There he stood, Lestat, still immortal, still enchanted by her. He had found a way to bridge the centuries, his love for her transcending time itself. With a heart full of longing, he confessed his desire for her, his devotion undying.
Mallory, moved by his unwavering love and the sacrifices he had made, took his hand. Together, they faced the uncertain future, bound by a love that had defied time and fate. In the ashes of the apocalypse, their love story continued to unfold, a testament to the enduring power of love across the ages.
09/23/2023 11:39 PM
MALLORY/ADAM LAMBERT at the Outpost
For my amazing friend Adam Lambert
In the bleak, post-apocalyptic world of Outpost 3, chaos was the norm, and the residents had learned to expect the unexpected. But nothing could have prepared them for the day Adam Lambert, the flamboyant celebrity, showed up at their door.
As the heavy metal doors of Outpost 3 creaked open, revealing the dusty wasteland beyond, Mallory, with her hair in a tight high bun and glasses perched precariously on her nose, was going about her usual duties. She was a servant in the outpost.
Little did she know that her own emotions were about to go on a rollercoaster ride of their own.
A hush fell over the outpost as Adam Lambert, dressed in his signature outrageous attire and sporting a shock of jet-black hair, stepped inside. His glittering boots clacked against the cold, stone floor, and his mere presence seemed to defy the drabness of their underground existence.
Flashing a dazzling smile that could rival the most radiant sun. "I've heard there's a party going on in this drab little bunker, and I've come to liven things up."
Mallory, like the rest of the inhabitants, was instantly captivated by his presence. Her heart raced, and her emotions spiraled into a whirlwind. Unbeknownst to her, she was no ordinary servant. She was a witch, a powerful empath, and her emotions had the power to conjure magic. As her feelings of excitement and chaos surged, a surreal phenomenon unfolded.
A swarm of radiant blue butterflies materialized out of thin air, swirling and fluttering around Mallory. They formed a dazzling halo of blue that danced with every one of her emotional beats. Mallory's eyes widened behind her crooked glasses as she beheld the enchanting spectacle she unwittingly created.
Adam Lambert, oblivious to the supernatural spectacle unfolding before him, sashayed further into the outpost. Residents stared in disbelief, some reaching for their weapons, while others simply gawked at the celebrity intruder.
As Adam reached the central gathering area, he couldn't help but notice the blue butterflies dancing around him. His eyes widened with delight, and he began to twirl and prance with them, as if choreographing an impromptu dance routine.
Adam Lambert, ever the showman, couldn't resist the allure of the magical butterflies. He twirled and pranced, his glittering boots tapping in rhythm with their ethereal dance. "Oh, this is marvelous! I've always wanted to be part of a butterfly ballet!"
As Adam continued to frolic with the butterflies, the entire outpost was swept up in a frenzy. Residents who had long forgotten how to smile now grinned from ear to ear, and the once-sterile halls echoed with laughter and jubilation.
Adam, still twirling with the butterflies, laughed heartily. "This is the most fabulous thing that's happened to me since the apocalypse!"
Meanwhile, Michael, the enigmatic leader of Outpost 3, descended from his chamber to investigate the commotion. His dark eyes locked onto Adam Lambert, and an idea began to form. A celebrity like him could bring attention and resources to their outpost.
"Adam Lambert!" Michael declared, his authoritative tone cutting through the chaos. "I have a proposition for you. Would you be interested in an interview? We have a sanctuary, you see, and we could offer you a place in it."
Adam, still in the midst of his butterfly waltz, paused and considered the offer. "Well, darlings, how could I resist such a tantalizing proposition?"
The residents erupted into cheers as Adam agreed to the interview, and Michael's plans to use the celebrity's fame for the outpost's benefit began to take shape.
As for Mallory, her emotions finally calmed, and the blue butterflies dissipated. She removed her crooked glasses and let her hair down from its high bun, still unaware of the true extent of her magical powers.
In the midst of the post-apocalyptic chaos, Adam Lambert's unexpected arrival had brought excitement, chaos, and a glimmer of hope to Outpost 3. Little did they know that their encounter with the enigmatic celebrity and the unwitting witch with magical empathic powers would change their lives forever.
09/22/2023 11:23 PM
MALLORY BUTTERFLY Disaster
Once upon a time, in a post-apocalyptic world where chaos and mayhem reigned, there was an Outpost, and within its cold, sterile walls lived two very peculiar individuals: Mallory and Michael Langdon. Mallory was a peculiar young woman, always seen with her hair up in a ridiculously high bun and thick glasses perched on her nose. She was a servant at the Outpost, tasked with menial chores like scrubbing floors, and listening to the endless complaints of her fellow residents.
Little did Mallory know, she possessed a mysterious and magical power that would soon turn the Outpost into a sideshow of supernatural chaos. You see, she was a witch, a fact that had somehow escaped her notice because of a spell Cordelia had cast upon her before she had arrived at the Outpost. Her power was a bit quirky; whenever she felt a strong emotion, blue butterflies would inexplicably appear around her.
Meanwhile, Michael Langdon, the Antichrist himself, ruled over the Outpost with an iron fist. He was a tall, dark, and brooding figure, constantly plotting to further his nefarious plans. He was used to being feared and respected, and he didn't appreciate anything that disrupted his carefully crafted aura of malevolence.
One gloomy morning, as Mallory was scrubbing the already sparkling floors, she overheard Michael's booming voice from down the hall. He was berating his underlings about the lack of proper snacks in the pantry. Mallory, ever the empathetic soul, felt a surge of anger on behalf of the pantry staff. Suddenly, without warning, a swarm of bright blue butterflies burst forth from her, fluttering and twirling in the air around her.
Mallory gasped and stumbled backward, her glasses askew. She couldn't fathom where the butterflies had come from. All she knew was that she had to get them under control before anyone saw. She clumsily swatted at them with her broom, only to make them dance even more erratically.
Meanwhile, Michael was in the midst of his tirade when he heard a faint, strange noise behind him. He turned, expecting to see his loyal followers quaking in fear. Instead, he was greeted by the sight of Mallory desperately trying to bat away a cloud of blue butterflies.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Michael growled, narrowing his eyes at Mallory.
Mallory, who was now covered in blue butterflies, was in a state of sheer panic. She had no idea why they were swarming around her, but it was clear that Michael was not amused.
"No, no, sir!" Mallory stammered, trying to shoo the butterflies away. "I don't know how this happened! I swear!"
But the butterflies seemed to have a mind of their own. They began to follow Michael as he stormed away, creating a surreal and absurd spectacle of a sinister figure being trailed by a cloud of delicate blue creatures.
Michael, now thoroughly unnerved, tried hiding in his room, but the persistent butterflies squeezed through the cracks in the door and continued their dance around him. He attempted to brush them away, but his attempts only made him look like a madman swatting at imaginary demons.
Meanwhile, Mallory had retreated to her tiny servant quarters. She still had no idea she was a witch because of the memory spell Cordelia had placed upon her. But something told her that these butterflies were somehow connected to her emotions.
As the day went on, Michael's frustration grew. He couldn't escape the blue butterflies. They followed him into every room, fluttered around him during meals, and even perched on his ominous black robes. He was at his wit's end.
Eventually, as Michael sank into a chair, defeated and exhausted, Mallory finally figured out the source of her butterfly problem. She realized that it was her emotions that were causing the butterfly swarm. With newfound determination, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and willed the butterflies away.
In an instant, the butterflies vanished, leaving Michael in stunned silence. He stared at Mallory, who was now standing with an air of quiet confidence, her bun still impossibly high, and her glasses still perched on her nose.
"Problem solved," Mallory said with a small smile.
Michael couldn't believe his eyes. He had been outwitted by a woman with a high bun and glasses and a seemingly endless supply of blue butterflies. It was a day he would never forget, and it marked the beginning of a very strange alliance between two unlikely characters in the twisted world of Outpost 3.
And so, in the midst of the apocalypse, the Outpost became a place of unexpected humor, where blue butterflies danced to the beat of Mallory's emotions, and Michael Langdon learned that sometimes, even the most sinister of beings can be outshone by the quirkiest of powers.
09/21/2023 05:33 PM
Mallory had always been an unassuming presence in Outpost 3, the underground bunker where society's elite had sought refuge from the apocalypse. As a lowly servant, she moved through the dimly lit halls, performing her duties without attracting much attention. The world outside had crumbled into chaos, and within these walls, a new kind of darkness thrived.
Coco St. Pierre Vanderbilt, a haughty and entitled heiress, had taken it upon herself to become the de facto leader of the group. Her tyrannical rule over the residents of Outpost 3 was ruthless, and her demands were cruel. She treated the servants, including Mallory, with disdain, and her presence was a constant source of irritation for everyone.
One evening, as Mallory scrubbed the dining room floor, a chilling whisper slipped into her ear, "Kill her, Mallory. End her reign." It was the devil, who had been lurking observing but he wouldn't reveal his true self just yet.
Startled, Mallory turned to find a mysterious man standing nearby, his eyes glinting with an unsettling intensity. She had never seen him before, and his sudden appearance sent shivers down her spine.
"Who are you?" Mallory whispered, her heart racing.
"I am a friend," the stranger replied with a sly smile. "I've been watching you, Mallory. I see the anger and frustration that Coco's presence causes you. I can help you rid yourself of her."
Mallory's mind whirled with confusion and fear. She had always felt a connection to the supernatural, but this was something beyond her understanding. "What do you want in return?" she asked cautiously.
The stranger leaned in, his voice dripping with temptation. "I want to see you embrace your true power, Mallory. The power to take control of your own destiny."
As Mallory considered the offer, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something deeply sinister about the man. But the temptation to end Coco's tyranny was almost too much to bear.
Over the next few days, Mallory and the stranger devised a plan. They decided to poison Coco, making it appear as though she had died of natural causes. It was a dangerous gambit, but Mallory felt a burning desire to free herself from Coco's oppressive rule.
The night of the plan's execution arrived, and Mallory served Coco a seemingly innocent meal of one gelantinous cube. As Coco took a bite, her eyes widened in shock, and she clutched her chest in pain.
Panic spread through the bunker as Mallory pretended to rush to Coco's aid. But as Coco's life hung in the balance, Mallory couldn't go through with it, shocked to see her hand glow as she healed Coco with a power she did not know she had. She couldn't bring herself to commit murder, even to rid the world of such a tyrant, triggering the power she had that had been forgotten from the spell that had erased her memory. But just as she healed her, Mallory forgot what she had done, the spell at work.
The stranger watched in frustration as Mallory's hesitation cost him his chance to claim Coco's life. He vanished into the shadows, leaving Mallory with a sense of unease and unanswered questions.
As the days passed, Mallory noticed another figure observing her from the shadows—Michael Langdon. His piercing gaze seemed to follow her every move, and she couldn't help but wonder what role he played in the unfolding events.
Mallory knew that her decision had thwarted the devil's plan, but she also knew that danger still lurked within Outpost 3. She was determined to uncover the truth about the mysterious figures who had taken an interest in her and to protect the innocent from the darkness that threatened to consume them all.
In the heart of the apocalypse, Mallory found herself caught between powerful forces, her choices carrying consequences she could not yet fathom. Was her mind playing tricks on her? This place seemed to mess with them all.
09/21/2023 04:02 PM
MALLORY- HADES and PERSEPHONE
Mallory stood alone in the dimly lit hallway of Outpost 3, a feeling of foreboding settling over her like a heavy shroud. The world outside was a wasteland, ravaged by nuclear apocalypse, and she and a select few were sheltered in this underground bunker. She had always known she was different, but her powers had remained dormant for the entire time her memory had been taken away from Cordelia's spell. That was until Michael Langdon, a young man with enigmatic powers, had arrived at the outpost and interviewed her.
Michael was the catalyst for Mallory's awakening. His dark presence and undeniable connection to the supernatural forces intrigued her, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. Little did they know, their connection went far deeper than they could have ever imagined.
One evening, as they both wandered the darkened halls of Outpost 3, their paths crossed. Michael turned to face her, his intense eyes locking onto hers. Mallory felt a strange sensation, like an electric charge in the air between them. She shivered, her heart racing.
"Who are you?" Michael asked, his voice low and hypnotic.
Mallory hesitated for a moment, then replied, "I don't know." She meant it with a deeper meaning. Her memories had been stolen from her but yet she felt like something was trying to claw it's way out whenever Michael was near. "Who are you?" She looked at him quizacally. She knew his name, but WHO was he really?
"Michael Langdon," he said, his lips curling into a faint smile. "You're different, Mallory. I can sense it. There's something extraordinary about you."
As they continued to talk, they discovered that they both had strange dreams of a past life, a life in which they were someone else entirely—Persephone and Hades. Mallory remembered fields of flowers, a deep underground realm, and a love that transcended time and space.
Michael's memories were even more vivid. He recalled ruling the underworld with an iron fist, and yet, Persephone had softened him, brought light to his dark world. Their love had been both passionate and tumultuous, but it was a love that had endured throughout the ages.
As they shared their memories, Mallory and Michael couldn't help but feel that they were meant to be together, that their connection went beyond this lifetime. The powers they possessed, the way they were drawn to each other—it was all a part of a larger cosmic plan.
But their reunion was not without its challenges. Michael was the Antichrist, a harbinger of destruction and chaos. Mallory, on the other hand, was meant to be a force of light, a protector of the world. Their love was a clash of opposing forces, a battle between good and evil.
Despite the odds stacked against them, Mallory and Michael couldn't deny the intensity of their connection. They were drawn to each other like magnets, unable to resist the pull of their shared history. As the days passed in Outpost 3, their love grew stronger, and they knew they would have to confront their destinies together.
In the darkness of the bunker, Mallory and Michael began to remember not only their past life as Persephone and Hades but also their shared purpose in this apocalyptic world. They were destined to be the key to its salvation or destruction, and the choice they made would determine the fate of humanity.
Their love story, intertwined with ancient myth and modern horror, was a tale of epic proportions, one that would be remembered for all time. And as they faced the challenges ahead, they held onto the hope that their love could transcend even the darkest of prophecies.
09/21/2023 01:41 PM
MALLORY Origin Story AU
In a small, secluded town tucked away in the heartland of America, Mallory's story began with a secret so profound, it would eventually determine the fate of the world. Her father, an angel of unparalleled grace and beauty, had descended from the heavens, captivated by the forbidden love he felt for a mortal woman—a witch named Isabella.
Their love was as passionate as it was doomed, and when Isabella gave birth to their child, Mallory, she paid the ultimate price. The act of childbirth, combined with her innate magic, drained Isabella of her life force, leaving the world without her enchanting presence.
Terrified of the consequences of their union, Mallory's father withdrew from the mortal world, vowing never to interfere with it again. He watched over his daughter from the celestial realms, a silent guardian, keeping his distance to protect her from the watchful eyes of heaven and earth.
Mallory's upbringing fell upon her maternal grandmother, a wise and powerful witch named Agnes. With a heavy heart, she embraced the responsibility of raising the child her daughter had left behind. Agnes recognized the extraordinary nature of Mallory's gifts from an early age. At first, it was small animals and insects that Mallory could resurrect with a touch, her powers a secret shared only between grandmother and granddaughter.
But fate is a fickle thing, and it would not be long before tragedy struck their family once more. Cancer consumed Agnes, leaving Mallory utterly devastated. It was at her grandmother's funeral that Mallory's powers spiraled out of control. As tears fell from her eyes onto Agnes's lifeless form, a brilliant light surged through her body, and to the shock and awe of everyone in attendance, Agnes's eyes fluttered open, and she rose from her coffin, alive once more and twenty-years younger.
The townspeople were horrified and enraged, their fear twisting into anger as they witnessed the impossible. They branded Mallory and her grandmother as abominations, accusing them of dark sorcery. In the dead of night, they set their house ablaze and chased them out of town, vowing never to let their cursed presence darken their lives again.
Years passed, and Mallory's existence remained shrouded in secrecy, hidden away from the world that had cast her aside. She couldn't escape the feeling that her life held a greater purpose, a destiny that awaited her. And then, one day, the heavens intervened once more.
Mallory's father, the angel who had forsaken his love for her mother, appeared before her. He revealed the truth of her heritage and her unique role in the impending apocalypse. Mallory, he explained, was the key to preventing the end of the world—a world where supernatural forces had been unleashed, tearing apart the fabric of reality itself.
To prepare Mallory for this extraordinary mission, her grandmother relied on a connection from her past. Myrtle Snow, a fiery and flamboyant witch, had once been a student at Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies, a hidden coven of powerful witches. Through Myrtle, Mallory gained admission to the school, masquerading as a talented young witch eager to harness her abilities.
It was within the walls of Miss Robichaux's Academy that Mallory met others like her, each possessing unique and extraordinary powers. As Mallory honed her abilities, she discovered the true extent of her gifts—powers that could alter the course of destiny.
As she walked the path her grandmother had unknowingly paved, Mallory embraced her destiny, ready to face the looming apocalypse and the unimaginable challenges it would bring. She was no longer the outcast of a small town, but a beacon of hope in a world threatened by darkness, and she was determined to shine brighter than ever before.
09/20/2023 01:59 PM
MALLORY/MICHAEL - Halloween Ball
In the eerie confines of the desolate outpost, where the remnants of a shattered world clung to a semblance of civilization, Mallory moved gracefully amongst the opulent guests. Her attire, a simple gray Victorian servant's dress and a modest black mask, contrasted starkly with the elegant Victorian formal wear and mysterious masks adorning the revelers. The year, if one could still bear to count them, was a mere echo of the past—a hollow reminder of the world that had been.
Tonight was a night of rare celebration—a Halloween Ball—attempting to resurrect the elegance and grandeur of an era long gone. Guests, draped in the trappings of an imagined past, waltzed through the dimly lit halls to the music of a phantom orchestra. Their laughter and mirth hung in the air like delicate wisps of memory.
Mallory, a servant in the grand estate, observed from the shadows, her heart heavy with the knowledge that she could only serve, never partake in the revelry. Her mask, one society had forced upon her, was that of a servant—unseen, unheard, and unremarkable.
Among the masked guests, a tall figure stood out—Michael Langdon, an enigmatic presence cloaked in an intricately designed mask. Mallory had seen him from afar, his aura possessing a magnetic allure that both intrigued and unsettled her.
Suddenly, with a swift and unexpected movement, Michael grasped her hand, drawing her away from her duties. Her heart quickened, and her eyes, hidden beneath her mask, widened as he led her into the swirling dance. Other guests, masked and concealed, paid little attention to the pair as they twirled gracefully across the candlelit hall.
Mallory's breath caught in her throat as Michael whispered words that sent shivers down her spine. "Do you not long for something more, dear Mallory?"
She met his gaze, a mysterious gleam in her eyes, concealed by the delicate mask she wore. "More than this, sir?"
"Indeed," he replied, his voice low and filled with an irresistible charm. "I see in you a spark of extraordinary potential, a brilliance that transcends the confines of this forsaken outpost."
As they danced on, the world around them faded away, and Mallory found herself ensnared in a dance of emotions and secrets. Michael Langdon, the enigmatic master of the outpost, vowed to lead her to a sanctuary—an escape from the stifling constraints of their society and the apocalyptic world they inhabited.
Yet, amidst this clandestine romance, an unwelcome presence lurked. Coco harbored a seething jealousy that threatened to unravel the enchanting masquerade. She made no attempt to conceal her displeasure, voicing her complaints with a theatrical flair that drew the attention of all in attendance.
"Michael Langdon, how dare you steal away my servant, Mallory?" Coco's voice rang out, her fury undisguised. "This is an outrage, an affront to propriety and decorum!"
The room fell silent, all eyes now on Coco as she continued her tirade, making quite the spectacle of herself. Her outburst contrasted sharply with the elegance of the night, casting a shadow over the revelry.
Mallory and Michael, undeterred by Coco's theatrics, danced on, their whispered promises binding them in a world of secrecy, love, and the undeniable allure of an apocalyptic romance, hidden beneath the masks of a bygone era.
09/18/2023 02:59 PM
MALLORY / MICHAEL : redemption continued
(Continued from previous post. Read this and the entire story between
Michael, The Devil, and Mallory in The Void Group Story)
The Void RPG page
Within this moment between her and Michael, she thought she heard a voice greeting her. The devil whispering in her ear. A shiver went through her as she looked all around. She then realized that perhaps that's what whispered to Michael, and was a part of his darkness that she had felt.
As Mallory and Michael sat together beneath the moonlit canopy of the wilderness, the connection between them deepened. Mallory, with her empathic abilities, could feel the tumultuous emotions swirling within Michael. She sensed his inner conflict, the battle between the darkness that had consumed him and the glimmer of hope that Mallory's presence had ignited.
Mallory leaned in closer, her eyes filled with compassion. "Michael," she said, "I can feel your pain, your struggle. You don't have to face it alone. We can find a way to overcome the darkness together." She shown in her features that she could feel everything that he had been feeling.
Michael's gaze remained fixed on her, a mixture of vulnerability and curiosity in his eyes. He had been raised in an environment of malevolence and had never known kindness like Mallory's. Her acceptance and compassion were like a lifeline, offering him a glimpse of something different. There had been a time when he had truly tried to be good, but it never worked out. People he cared about had always betrayed him and turned their back on him when the darkness in him had shown, not knowing how to control his power when he was younger. He didn't understand why.
"I've done terrible things," Michael admitted, his voice trembling. "I've caused pain and destruction. I don't know if I can change."
Mallory's hand gently rested on his, offering comfort and support. "Change is possible, Michael," she whispered. "It starts with the desire to be better, to choose the light over the darkness." She couldn't read his mind, but she had felt everything he had experienced.
As they spoke, the distant sounds of what was happening between Cordelia and Ms. Mead grew fainter, as if the world itself held its breath, awaiting the outcome. But in this quiet corner of the wilderness, a different battle was unfolding—a battle for Michael's soul.
The moon continued its journey across the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the forest. Mallory's empathic connection to Michael allowed her to sense the ebb and flow of his emotions. She could feel his fear, his longing for redemption, and his desperate yearning for something more all while feeling the darkness within. She was beginning to accept that too, that it was all a part of him. Her eyes shown a deep understanding sparkling in the starlight.
Mallory and Michael sat together, her gentle hand grasping his, as the night wore on. In the distance, the firey end between Cordelia and Ms. Mead reached its climax, but in this moment, their world was confined to the moonlit wilderness, where the possibility of redemption hung in the air like a promise.
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