Born Of Death

Man has always been at war with death. It follows us in the shadows, waiting for you to turn your back. There is much that has been kept secret; for Man is not ready for the truth. Now, the power that all fear has risen, ready to take permanent root among us all. But, there is hope. While we are few, there are warriors that fight for that precious life we ourselves were not blessed to have. I am know by many names, but you may call me Quinlan. I am here to protect you. {RP blog for Mr. Quinlan of The Strain! I will RP with anyone from any fandom so feel free to hit me up!}

[bornunderadarkmoon]

Be Mine

[theadaptablegirl]

All too suddenly, the pleasant surprise had become nothing short of anything but. Marti’s smile fell as she noticed that his smile didn’t seem at all genuine, not even remotely close to it. And when he began to frown, and look far more somber than normal, she was almost certain that she had said something that had upset him. But what could it have been?

It was only when he struggled to speak coherently that Marti realized she was still indecent, her bathrobe hastily pulled tighter around herself as she swept damp locks of hair from her face. Otherwise flushed cheeks became even redder, and she had to stop herself from turning and running inside out of embarrassment. This was going horribly, and she felt like she was all to blame for it. 

"Quinlan, no, don’t go," she said, gesturing for him to come inside, though she doubted he would. After all, she’d probably embarrassed him enough. "Why don’t you come in and we can talk about this? You didn’t make me uncomfortable, I swear. This was just a lot to take in out of the blue."

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Her words invited him to cast his gaze upon her once more. Quinlan suddenly felt extremely foolish. Never once had he actually entertained the idea that she felt the same. Well, not seriously anyway. 

Choosing to keep his mouth shut, the half-breed obeyed the suggestion and slid past her into the flat. 

The palette was soft and rosy with a sweet creme complimenting the blush tone. He stood until she offered him a seat on the couch. As she took her place next to him, he watch her cover her legs with a blanket hanging over the arm rest. Black eyes watched the skin disappear, strange emotions mixing together in response to the action.

Giving a cough, he set the bouquet down on the coffee table before them before sliding his pale hands to his thighs. His tongue slid over his bottom lip as he racked his brain trying to find words that were not as panicked as before.

Turning slightly in her direction, he cast his eyes downward, focusing on the material of the couch where the blanket she wore ended.

"I...I'm sorry for my reaction." Brow line turning up in an almost worried look, Quinlan raked his teeth over the soft skin of his lip. "It's just...well I haven't pursued..."

Laughing, he shook his head. Eyes flashing to hers, he attempted to smile, the action coming out tender and telling of his nervousness.

"I have not courted in a long time." 

[bornunderadarkmoon]

Quinlan gives a sheepish grin before adjusting his hood.

"What did I miss?"

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Setrakian added, “I should say, I am not a man who is in the habit of cutting out human hearts. This was a bit of dirty business I happened upon quite by accident. But it was absolutely necessary.”

Nora said, “And you’ve kept this thing going ever since then, feeding it like a…a pet?”

“Yes.” He looked down at the jar, almost fondly. “It serves as a daily reminder. Of what I am up against. What we are now up against.”

[bornunderadarkmoon]

//Hey guys so I know I've been gone for awhile. Sorry! But I was wondering if anyone wanted to plot or try to recover any threads?

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I’m gonna be on in the morning alright guys? I’m sorry I’ve been so spotty. I have a lot going on health wise right now and I’m struggling just to deal with the usual daily shit. I do love you all and I haven’t forgotten this account!

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//Hey guys sorry I haven't been here in awhile. I would like to reply to stuff or make starters if y'all want

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Be Mine

[theadaptablegirl]

Her heart began to beat faster as the flowers slowly slipped down, time almost seeming as if it stood still for those few moments. Who could it possibly be? But when a sound reached her ears, awfully familiar yet somehow still alien, her mind clicked the pieces into place, and she felt her mouth fall slightly ajar at the sight of Quinlan behind the flowers. 

Before she could say a word, however, he was starting in on his poetry, and the deep timbre of his voice, coupled with the enchanting words, they left her almost awestruck. Marti was silent as he spoke, taking in each word as if it would be the last she would ever hear. 

She took the flowers in silence, keeping them close to her chest as Quinlan tried to explain himself away. After a few moments, and having seen him so stressed before, Marti did something she hadn’t expected she would ever do, at least not so soon after meeting him. 

Slowly but surely, the woman leaned in and gave the dhampir a peck on the cheek, smiling softly as she looked down at the flowers “I’m glad you finally decided to tell me. I was hoping the flowers were coming from someone I had fondness for.”

[bornunderadarkmoon]

If his head wasn't spinning before, it certainly was now. Blinking a tad at the contact she had given him, he could not tell if it had been real, or if it was something he had imagined in the strange blur he was in currently. While everything else around them seemed to be muffled, her words ran through to his ears, piercing the air between them.

Misinterpreting her words, he figured she had meant the phrase in a negative way; as if she were hoping the flowers were coming from another, someone she certainly had feelings for. Finding a knot in his throat, Quinlan tried to force a smile, the end result being something of a grimace. As he was about to excuse himself and offer her hope that the one she admirers will act, his eyes drifted to the fuzzy material she wore. A frown crossed his face as he tried to decipher the cloth before his large eyes moved to her hair, tiny droplets of water beading at her hair line. 

Suddenly, he went ridged. Mouth falling slightly agape, Quinlan felt a heat roll within his face, spreading to every corner of his features. Mortified, he realized he has caught her at a very inappropriate time. Mouth impossibly dry, the half-breed attempted to communicate his apologies, but found he was only able to stutter out a few broken words before slapping a hand over his mouth.

Averting his eyes from her completely, he attempted to start over.

"I am so very sorry. I should have called. I didn't know-I didn't mean to-" Feeling tears start to wet his eyes out of utter embarrassment and shame, he wished he had worn his hood. "I should have never assumed you would be welcome to a sudden visit. I apologize for causing any uncomfortable feelings. I hope-The male or female you like-I shouldn't have told you-I just complicated things didn't I?" Backing off, he put his palms up, trying to backpedal. "I do hope that whoever it is you care for treats you well. I'm so sorry."

[bornunderadarkmoon]

//I got my contacts for my Strigoi cosplay! They're surprisingly comfortable

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"there is no happy ending in this story"

[bornunderadarkmoon]

Be Mine

[theadaptablegirl]

After the initial shock of realizing the danger that had invaded the city was something out of legend, it hadn’t taken Marti too long to learn how to defend herself against said creatures. She credited her mentor for her skills, though deep down, she thought she’d seen a glint of something in his eyes whenever they were upon her. A longing, almost. For what, she was still in the dark about. 

It wasn’t the first time she’d been the object of someone’s affections. But it was a new experience, having flowers of unrivaled beauty arriving at her doorstep almost every single day since she’d last seen Quinlan. It had been a surprise, that first day, finding the white lilies at her door, a piece of lovely poetry to accompany them. She would smile just thinking about it, how romantic a gesture it’d been. And it didn’t take far too long before she had an inkling of who might be behind the flowers.

When she heard the knock at the door, Marti had just stepped out of her bathroom, clad in her bathrobe, a comb going through damp hair. A tremor of anticipation flickered in her stomach, and she went to the door, peering through the peephole. The sight of a beautiful bouquet met her, her smile widening as she opened the door. 

"Finally decided to come deliver these yourself, have you?" She teased, though a part of her was worried. What if it wasn’t who she suspected? What if it turned out to be someone else entirely, someone whose romantic feelings she couldn’t return? This was a risk that she had to be willing to take, or else she might never know. 

"Let me see your face."

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The stinger in the back of his throat itched and moved, the clicks muffled slightly by the flowers before his face. Closing his eyes tightly for a brief moment, Quinlan slipped the bouquet down from his face. Giving an embarrassed smile, the half-breed avoided her eye.

"I...I thought I might deliver my poem in person..." he spoke softly, cheeks flushing a pale white. Clearing his throat, he started in on one of his favorites, his voice coming out in an odd melody.

"Thou wouldst be loved? — then let thy heart 

     From its present pathway part not! 

         Being everything which now thou art, 

             Be nothing which thou art not. 

                 So with the world thy gentle ways, 

                     Thy grace, thy more than beauty, 

                          Shall be an endless theme of praise, 

                                And love — a simple duty."

His mouth had become abnormally dry, the scratchiness irritating him. He sill would not meet her eye, fear of rejection roaring inside him. The voice that spoke within his head snapped at his emotions, calling them childish. There was an overwhelming possibility that she would refuse him. In all honesty, he would not be offended if she did. It would be only natural. They were far too different, yet horribly similar in design. 

Offering the flowers, he ran a hand over his face. 

"I know this must be rather confusing and overwhelming. Please do not hold any reserve in your response. I shall carry on if you would like. I just...I supposed that I should..." Giving an odd noise of stress, he shook his head. "I just though you should be made aware."

[bornunderadarkmoon]

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Gus. Of course, he had heard them talk about a strigoi among them, one who did not live under the rule of The Master or of the rest of the telepathic waves that the other creatures did. Fet had mentioned him offhandedly and so had Nora. But for one reason or another the wondering of what he would look like hadn’t crossed his mind.

Here he was however, showing himself and the daylight gave no effect. Ephraim’s head spun just slightly at the idea that he was standing here actually speaking with the strigoi and not simply because it was The Master’s debilitating voice speaking through his servant. He hoped that it was true, that this Quinlan was real or else he would know for sure that all those pills had certainly gotten to his head.

The invitation for information was a good one. One that he couldn’t simply pass up. He had so many questions and he was so confused. He was lost. If he was really being honest to himself. Zack- he just wanted his son back.

"I’ve heard of you." He finally stated, brows lightly knitting before he lowered his gaze and sniffed back the feeling of emotions that washed through him just at the thought of his son. His son, gone, with that creature that used to be his wife and The Master.

He wanted to kill him- and everything else that was under his rule.

"Of course I have." He finally looked up into Quinlan’s eyes, red it seemed and nearly colorless even here under the darkness of the night all around them.

"You’d give me answers? To whatever I asked? Could you tell me what the hell The Master wants from me?"

[bornunderadarkmoon]

The question was complicated; the answer just as difficult. From the time The Born had learned of the Doctor's devastating predicament, he had been curious of the same thing.

For whatever reason The Master enjoyed tormenting this poor man and his family, going so far as to use Kelly as a weapon to toy with the human. Now, he had the boy, a piece to this war that was as essential as the father himself. It was difficult to watch, as Quinlan could easily imagine what Goodweather must be feeling.

"I believe he is...fascinated with you. You present qualities that I believe he has only ever seen in few, such as Setrakian. Through your wife, he has viewed what she has seen and felt of you. Your weaknesses are an interesting topic, as he knows that you wish to escape this life through different means." 

Quinlan frowned softly, hoping he had not offended the Doctor with his language. Starting towards him at a lazy pace, he chewed at the inside of his lower lip in thought. It was difficult to know exactly what The Master had in His mind, though the half-breed had been battling him for so long, he felt he could take an educated guess.

"Perhaps he fears what you have the capability of doing." Locking eyes with the man, The Born have a kind smile. "You have far greater strength than you know, Dr. Goodweather. I believe The Master sees this. You have something within you that threatens Him."

[bornunderadarkmoon]

Do you think Quinlan knows that D's a half-breed (dhampir), or just has a feeling that she's not completely human?

I am certain he doesn't. If he hasn't heard of her he doesn't know. He is perfectly aware that there are other halfbreeds but he isn't keen on all of them.

[bornunderadarkmoon]

//K so I have two doctors appointments today and I'll be home in the late afternoon but I have all of my replies that I owe drafted so I'll be actually getting them out today I promise

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//P.S. if you wanna follow me on Instagram or SnapChat, I'm under the screen name born2illustrate

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To the dumb question ‘Why me?’ the cosmos barely bothers to return the reply: ‘Why not?’

Christopher Hitchens, Mortality (via likeafieldmouse)

[bornunderadarkmoon]

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i dont have snapchat *violently sleeps on ur shoulder*

THEN I SHALL SEND WEIRD PHOTOS TO YOUR SUBMIT *kisses angrily*

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Be Mine

Quinlan had certainly not expected the surge of emotions that had bombarded him being in the company of Martha. Long ago had he abandoned hope for love and the accompanying desires that filled ones soul. Lust had been a downfall before, as it seemed he was cursed to never find happiness or release. Frankly, he had come to terms with this long ago, figuring it was not necessary.

Maybe it was realizing he had finally entered the last stage in his life that brought him to explore his deepest feelings once more. There was precious time left. He found himself facing a phase within himself he had not previously known.

All his life he had reserved himself; holding back on what he wanted. If he was honest with himself, The Born felt he had earned the right to dive into some inkling of joy and normalcy. After all, he was now more limited in time than he had ever been. 

For the past few days, Quinlan had been sending large bundles of exotic flowers to the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent's residence. While he had not included his name on any of the cards, he had been keen to quote some of his favorite poems. While he figured she was in the dark about the sender, part of him worried she had figured they were from another admirer. As a result, he had planned on showing up at her door that evening with a lovely mix of blood red roses and forget-me-nots.

 Choosing an attire of his cleanest jeans and a simple pull-over, The Born tired his best to calm his bubbling nerves. It had been so very long since he had courted anyone, and, frankly, he had forgotten what it was like. The rush of adrenaline, the burn of prehumiliation at the different scenarios that buzzed in ones head, and the struggle to control your outward appearance as the moment came to fruition. 

With a soft knock on Marti's door, he took a step back as to not crowd her. Placing the large bouquet in front of his face, he gripped to plastic covered stems a tad tighter. Taking a deep, unneeded breath, he closed his eyes, hoping for the best.