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tag dump
{{ I’m currently redoing my tag system to be a “fancier” version of the one I have on Cabal’s blog. Besides a few things that I will transfer over, this blog is getting a total wipe and reboot once it’s back in August.
;; One more thing before I poof away: I won’t be back besides blog editing/a few check-ins until August, but once the end of September rolls around and the fifth book is released and I read it all in one night, there may be some sudden changes to Horst.
;; Coming back from a... very long hiatus is upsetting, because so many people unfollow or go inactive (or archive) themselves.
THE BROTHERS CABAL
amoralnecromancer & affablevampire
;; Might be coming back here after this weekend, as a (still non-exclusive) brother blog to my @amoralnecromancer. Just so it’s easy to throw a Horst into some threads.
How far can you go down the wrong path before you can’t get back on the right one?
Carolee Dean, Take Me There (via books-n-quotes)
;; in which paths cross
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Leonie sat by the fire, happily scratching away at a letter to her father. It had been wonderful to stay with their old friends the Parkin’s, and Leonie felt revived to have spent some quality time with good company, good food, good conversation and good drink. Any bizarre and supernatural activity that she had experienced in her recent past was all but forgotten, and it was wonderful to feel truly at ease and content with the world once again. She was smiling to herself as she wrote to her father of how much Mrs Parkin had been feeding her, and the endless games of chess the old sergeant had challenged her to, and reached for her pint glass. She was surprised to find it empty. Was that her second or third pint she had just finished? The local beer was so good, it went down far too easily, it was probably her third, but decided to tell herself it was only her second, and so got up to go to the bar again. After all, she was on holiday.
The pub was pleasantly busy, but not cramped, and she found herself at the bar without having to wait. She also couldn’t help but notice that she found herself at the bar without having to wait and standing next to a rather tall and handsome gent. Even though she was able to recognize most of the locals by now, she didn’t remember ever seeing this figure before. She ordered her drink and, aglow with ale, she smiled at him.
“Hello,” She said, and studied his face. “I’m really sorry, I know this sounds like an awful pick up line, but – have we met?” She couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something oddly familiar about his face. Maybe his eyes. She wracked her brain trying to think where she might have seen him before. Perhaps it had been on the train ride up from Penlow…
It took Horst a moment to realize—or, more accurately, accept—that she was talking to him, and that moment was all he needed to recognize her voice. The carnival. The train. The contract. Leonie Barrow. He felt his mouth go dry with dread. Did his brother know she was here? “No. Don’t think we have, at least.”
Donning an easy, amiable smile, he extended his hand. “Horst.” Leaving off his surname was smart. She would think nothing of him and she would go back to her drinking and her letter writing, and he would leave the pub without feeding. “Do I get the pleasure of knowing your name?”
concept: your mouth is full of huge, sharp teeth. you tear apart muscle and gnaw through bones. you crave blood. you are powerful.
;; I lied. Not going to be here. lol No muse for him at all right now.
Colm Toibin, The Testament of Mary
;; in which paths cross
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It wasn’t often that Horst fed in the village. It was a small place and if too many people suddenly ended up anemic with small puncture marks on their necks, suspicions would surely have been directed at his brother and his house miles from town. He couldn’t have that. Thus the city became the vampire’s main haunt. Occasionally, though—occasionally he allowed himself not to make the longer trip and instead settled on scouting out the local pub.
Tonight was one such night. His mood fluctuated internally quite a bit, and tonight was one of his lower nights, and so he didn’t care to travel far. He just wanted to sate his hunger and go back home.
That changed when he walked into the pub. A flash of gold caught his eyes as he opened the door and walked in. Quickly his gaze focused on it, the gold sharpening into wild curls, his eyes moving over just a sliver to her face; the light pattern of freckles on her skin, her brown eyes that were almost gold—she was always golden, like the sunrise (if he could have seen her aura he had no doubt it would have been gold, too, just like the rest of her).
This all rushed through his mind in the time it took for the door to swing closed behind him, accompanied by the following observation that no, this wasn’t her. This woman was fuller, less fragile-looking. More womanly, less girlish. Still, the overwhelming wave of nostalgia made him want to vomit. Fortunately that bodily function was reserved for the living, not the undead.
Remembering that it was rude to stare and hoping he hadn’t been caught doing so, he strode quickly to the bar and ordered a brandy he didn’t intend on drinking as he tried to calm his rattled nerves. He was glad his brother never came into town. He would hate to know what this would do to him.
Hurt rp Starters
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don't want to get even more hurt, do you?"
"Tell me where it hurts."
"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."
"Oh my god. Are you okay?"
"You're bleeding... You're bleeding bad..."
"This is gonna hurt..."
"Holy crap! I may not know much about human anatomy, but legs don't bend that way!"
"It's all swollen up..."
"You have a black eye. Where you fighting with someone?"
"Okay... Okay, hospital. Hospital, now."
"I think you have a concussion."
"Calm down! Calm down! Your ankle is sprained, okay?"
"Here, lean on me."
"I'm gonna need more bandaids..."
"What the hell happened to you!?"
"Here, I need to clean you up. This might sting a bit..."
"We need to get the bullet out..."
"Oh my god, you've been shot!"
"Did... did you get beat up!?"
"Just hold on. You're gonna be fine..."
"Look out for that car!"
"Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!"
"You're alive! Oh, thank god!"
"I'm no doctor, but you should have that looked at. It's bleeding a lot..."
"What is that? Are there bandages under your shirt?"
"Why is your arm wrapped up like that? And are those blood stains!?"
"You must have hit the back of your head really hard."
"Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?"
;; Okay. Balancing Cabal and Vhal is getting under control. I’m going to throw Horst into the mix before I get used to just having two muses. Consider this basically a clean slate. Hop into my inbox/IM (preferably the latter, honestly) if you want a starter, because I need just general, “How are they meeting?” plotting done.
Tennessee Williams, Orpheus Descending
6, 45, 60
There is no six!
There is no 45! Are you guys seeing ones that I’m not, or are you picking random numbers?
60. What's the longest masturbation session you've had? Longest sex session?“I didn’t time, but I edge myself for quite a while once. Should do that again. It was fun. As for sex, hm... Again, I didn’t time it, but there was this lady, and we were both in a mood. That lasted a while. On and off most all night, actually.”
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22. What's the most unusual thing you've done nude?“Honestly, I don’t know if I have done anything unusual nude. Surprised at myself here”