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— Elliot Evans. 368. Vampire.

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imessage // wrong number !

NEELA: fuck... i thought this was my boss' number

NEELA: i swear he's always changing it - he says his mum is always bothering him too much

NEELA: not that you needed to know this or anything

NEELA: thanks for at least appearing me by listening to my probably dumb rant

ELLIOT: he should just keep two phone numbers or something

ELLIOT: no worries, not dumb

ELLIOT: quite amusing, actually

ELLIOT: at least you're not one of those text scammers

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imessage // elliot !

ELLIOT: how rude, what if i had plans?

ELLIOT: where do we meet?

LANDON: eh, i would have been willing to persuade you

LANDON: i could always come round to your place and meet you?

LANDON: i'm kinda curious what your place is like

ELLIOT: oh yeah? how?

ELLIOT: what do you expect it to be like?

ELLIOT: but sure, what time should i expect you?

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ofnibothys·:

“I’m not being rude, I’m being curious!”  He replied in defense. However at the mention of Twilight, Tim burst into a fit of laughter. “About three things I was absolutely positive…” He trailed off, not wanting to give the full quote. “Did you ever read Twilight?” He remembered when the craze had first started. His sister had been caught up in it. “At the moment, no one. But eventually someone will. Maybe there’ll be a competition like the hot dog eating ones.”

“How old do you think I am?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow. He shook his head as Tim began to quote Twilight again. “No, but I heard about it a lot and may have seen the movies out of curiosity. We don’t sparkle in the sunlight.” He still had no idea where the author may have pulled that one out of. “Maybe. They have all sorts of competitions these days.”

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royaliity‌:

“I wasn’t planning on it,” Abel replied, groaning as he was pulled forward into a much more hungry kiss. He was starving but this was more than just about his vampiric thirst. No, this was a hunger, a desperation, for contact. He wasn’t interested in men. He never had a need to kiss a man or feel another man’s body against his own and yet, he was here with one– desiring all of that. Beyond that, he wanted to protect this one and keep him safe from all of this. He was too pure and good compared to him. Even if he had dreams of this moment.

None of it mattered as he pushed the other man’s wrist against the wall, tasting blood that was so much sweeter than he ever had anticipated and reaching his available hand under his shirt. His skin was so– warm. For the first time in a long time, Abel felt cold and aching for some of that warmth. He wanted everything that the other could provide him. Maybe in drinking some of his blood, he could inherit some of that goodness.

“I’m not a monster,” he said, regretting it almost immediately. “Please don’t think I’m a monster.” At the end of all of this, he didn’t want Louis to think he was some bloodthirsty monster. Even if he thought he was himself. “I care about you.” The regrets continued.

His words were music to Louis’ ears, an affirmation. He’d imagined it before, being this close to Abel, and though this was never quite the way he had pictured it, he didn’t care. Abel wanted him. He could sense the hunger in his kiss and Louis was eager to give — he wanted to give until he couldn’t, for nothing else would have made more sense to him in that moment. It didn’t matter that he had just come so close to death, Louis has never felt more alive.

He took in a sharp breath as he felt sudden coldness on his skin, though such a contrast only made Abel’s touch more apparent. He welcomed the sensation, wishing to feel him — to feel him feeling him, but also wanting more. Louis pushed against the hand keeping his wrist on the wall, guiding it to his shirt before pulling it over his head. He was impatient, this time sliding his hands under Abel’s shirt, as if feeling every inch of his bare skin would allow him to know the other more — and Louis wanted to know everything.

Pulling back for a moment, he shook his head. “I don’t think you are.” If he did, then he wouldn’t have offered his blood, wouldn’t have said that he trusted him. “Abel, I know.” Slipping his hands from under his shirt, Louis took one of Abel’s hands in his, placing it on his chest. “And if you can feel this, then you would know that I care a great deal about you too.”

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leksiisms·:

“Well that’s good to know.” It would mean she’d have to be careful when it came to talking about him, but at least she could bring him up to her family if need be. At the mention of one of her family members being the cause of him being alive still, Aleksis leaned toward him. “Really? Which one?”

Eventually such facts would come to light, if they were to stay in the same town for longer. He wasn’t sure how much the original vampires actually told each other about their daily lives, but it would be a matter of time. Still, he replied to her question with one of his own. “Why don’t you take a guess?”

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royaliity·:

Abel nodded as if it were entirely too obvious that it was fun. “What’s not fun about this?” He asked softly, glancing down at his smile before he regretted it immediately. The thoughts that ran through his mind weren’t the least bit pure. “You think so?” He laughed. “I’ll take it. Even if you’re being a smartass.”

He could see where his eyes were looking, and he tried not to let his smile betray him. After all this time, this still delighted him. “Abel Vandyke, you are a tease.” He chuckled. “It amuses you when I’m being a smartass, admit it.”

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royaliity·:

Abel stood stunned for a moment, furrowing his brows at the thought of hearing those voices himself. “Oh, Louis,” was what came out next, watching helplessly as the other drank straight from the bottle on his table. “That’s not going to help,” he said, setting his hands over his ears. “They’re not really here… Focus on that.”

He stayed silent as he looked down. He was a bit of a mess now and he knew it, a part of him not wanting Abel in the room to see this, yet the other was the only one keeping him grounded at the moment. “They’re not here,” he repeated. Only Abel was, and he placed a hand on his arm just to make sure. “Okay.” He nodded, feeling himself calm down. “Okay.”

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ofnibothys·:

“Well, we can’t have you guys taking over the world. You’re already pretty powerful, since you can walk around in daylight.” He replied with a chuckle. Although a Jedi vampire would be cool. “And I’m pretty sure there’s other stuff you guys can do that’s like the Force.” As he finished wiping up the spill, he said, “Red please.”

“Exactly. You just can’t have everything,” he said with a shrug. “I suppose. Do shapeshifters have any Force-like powers?” He went ahead to fetch another bottle of wine, pouring the red liquid into two separate glasses and coming back to hand one to Tim. “Here you go.”

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vvandxrlusts·:

The sound of another man’s voice caused Simon to temporarily snap out of his shock, despite his fear, and he turned to look at him.  “The last thing I remember?”  He repeated, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before answering.  “I-I was driving home, I heard a car honking and saw headlights, and then I woke up here.  Is that normal?”

Elliot let out an audible sigh, looking at the poor confused man. “Well, I’m not sure how you’re going to feel about it, but, buddy, you’re dead. You’re a ghost. It’s likely that you ran into an accident.”

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ofnibothys·:

“Thank you.” He was glad that Elliot didn’t seem like he was about to make Tim be Magenta. “It doesn’t? And here I thought vampires had the Force.” He couldn’t resist making a Star Wars joke, especially because on some days it seemed that way. After the shards were picked up, Tim began to wipe up the spilled wine with his paper towels. “We could always get another bottle.”

Elliot chuckled. “If vampires had the Force, then things would be too unfair. The universe had to give it to the witches.” He hummed as he considered the option. “Well, if you really are in the mood for wine, we could. White or red?”

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leksiisms·:

“Good. I’m glad.” She’d have been mad at him if he did hold it against her. She hadn’t planned on having more than a one night stand with him, and therefore hadn’t told him the personal things about her. “No, as far as I know there are only five of us.”

It would have been unreasonable to hold it against her, though he was at a loss with what to say, how much to reveal. It seemed to him that perhaps she wasn’t familiar with how acquainted he was with her family. “Then I’ve met all of you." A pause. "It's because of one of you that I’m still around.”

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ofnibothys·:

“I guess you can, but I think it’s better to use notebooks than to just collect them.” However, he had to admit that everyone was entitled to their own wrong opinion. “And how long have you been twenty-three?” Just because Elliot didn’t look old, didn’t mean that he wasn’t. Tim didn’t look like he could turn into a cat, and yet he could. “That’s why they’ll pay me the big bucks.”

“Oh, they’ll be used eventually. Don’t worry about it.” At Tim’s question, Elliot laughed. “Wow, since when have you been this rude?” he joked. “Unless you’re trying to quote Twilight, in which case, please don’t.” He raised an eyebrow. “Who’s paying you to drink milk?”

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bubblyxdemon·:

“It does, but that doesn’t stop it from being overused.” Just because something worked didn’t mean there was no reason to try something new or get creative. Eyes sparkling with delight, Mora clapped her hands together. “I’d love to!”

“It’s a classic. We’ll innovate later.” There was no time to come up with another plan, and sticking with the simplest seemed to work for now. “After you, then,” he said, gesturing with his arm towards the path the car was taking.

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ofnibothys·:

“Yeah, but do you actually write in those notebooks? Or just collect them?” Because those two things were quite different. He was a bibliophile, but usually when he got a book, he actually read it and didn’t just buy it for the sake of collecting it. “But you’re old!” Tim teased with a laugh. Soon after chugging the carton, he finished, putting it down on the table and wiping his lips.

“I can do both, can’t I?” There were still some lying around with empty pages, but he had all the time in the world to fill them. He clicked his tongue. “I’m forever twenty-three.” There was no point keeping count of the years perhaps, though he still did, for reasons he didn’t try too hard to think about. He watched as Tim finished the whole carton of milk, clearly amused. “Good job. Everyone should call you if they need someone to finish their milk before it goes bad.”

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ofnibothys‌:

“Not for me she’s not.” Even if it meant not getting to sing her verses in Time Warp and Touch-A-Touch Me, Magenta was not a role he wanted to play. “Well that’s good. Maybe if you work on it enough, you can become a mind reader.” He joked. As a shifter, he was pretty observant too, due to his enhanced senses. After Elliot came back, he ran to get more paper towels so he could clean up the spill.

“Okay, fine. You do you,” he said. “I don’t think it works that way.” Though come to think of it, he could always compel someone to say what was on their mind. Sweeping the glass onto the pan, Elliot quickly disposed of the shards, placing them into a bin. “Man, that was good wine. Ah well.”

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imessage // wrong number !

NEELA: you'll never believe what happened today

NEELA: this absolute dickhead came into the shop and started criticizing younger girls for their purchases

NEELA: like mate... you're forty and they're barely sixteen

NEELA: some guys really gross me out

NEELA: correction, most guys gross me out

ELLIOT: right yeah. guys. gross.

ELLIOT: i think i witnessed something similar happening yesterday so maybe it's the same guy with nothing better to do

ELLIOT: also you might want to resend your story to your friend

ELLIOT: i'm pretty sure you have the wrong number