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reminder

in case anyone missed the post yesterday, this is now an archive. i’ve just cleaned out my queue which means i’m done over here. if you still want to follow me you can find me here

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PSA

This is now an archive!!

I’ve been on here for three years so I figure it’s time to start fresh. Hopefully this will clear up my inactives etc. My queue will remain running for the next couple of days but everything in my drafts I will be moving to my new account. I’ll still be coming on here to keep track of threads & will probably message a few to see if they want to continue them or not. I want to thank everyone who follows me for clicking that little button & if you want to continue to do so, the link to my new blog will be posted soon. If not then it was fun & I hope you have a wonderful new year ❤❤❤

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Death.

He dug in a little further - reached for the bone of her jaw with his fingers. Death wondered…just how much could her pretty little dead body take? He could go slower. Peal the skin off with no hurry and even rip out that tongue again. The latter was the more appealing option and soon his touch went from firm and hurtful to soft — a caress down the long line of her throat with just fingertips and a smile. ‘Don’t take it personally. I just seem to enjoy that over that quick little tongue of yours.’ A tap , tap of his fingers in the hallow of her throat. ‘But do put forth some effort. Or else I will start to think you enjoy it.’

      She’s probably  mere seconds  away  from being back on those       hooks again, the reminder of the  last time all that holds her still.       While she’s  not  a  stranger  to  torture,  his particular method of       doing it was certainly  creative. And  not an experience she ever       wanted to repeat  again. If only  he’d stop manhandling her then       perhaps she  could  manage to keep her mouth shut. Yet his grip       is even tighter than she remembers it being in previous meetings,       the following  coldness of  her skin  an  expected sensation. Even       when it turns soft, she knows better  than to be relieved. “I’d prefer       you keeping  your  hands  to yourself  so I guess neither of us gets       what we want.” Not a  response she should make but she’s past the       point of caring.  If they’re  going to  go  through  this again there’s       not a whole hell  of a lot she can do about it. “I’m not that sadistic.”

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Dean.

He pauses for a moment. Eyes casted towards her own. Fingers tucked inside his jeans. It’s rare in itself that Dean wants the company of another. He’s asking, pleading for her to stay. He wants her to stay, he wants to have company in his hunting.  “I’m sure.”

               She shouldn’t  have been  hoping for a  different answer. Staying                was  something  she’s  never been very good at-------same as being                friendly. She’s not  good at a lot of things, & he deserves someone                who is.  Who doesn’t  have to  hesitate before  speaking or hope so                intently that he’ll choose the  easier option of going separate ways.                She may get him  killed otherwise  &  call her foolish but she didn’t                want to  risk that. Didn’t  want to  risk him.  “Okay...then I’ll stay. Until                you don’t want me  to anymore.” He will eventually, she’s certain of                it. it’s only a question of when.

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Death.

‘ What a hurtful creature you are. And still so opinionated.  I am starting to think our time spent together was for nothing.’ He was never SHY when it came to touching her - reaching for her, digging his fingers into her chin and holding her. Making sure she stayed looking at HIM. ‘And still so independent. We could have a lovely conversation… or we could continue to test that healing of yours. I must admit ,  I am still quite curious.’   

       “You might be confusing ‘hurtful’ with hateful.” 

  Because  she  does  hate  him.  In all of her years, &   out  of  everyone  she’s  ever met, she’s never hated   anyone  more.  Which  was  only HALF of the reason   for  the  sharp  remarks.  He may  have taught her to   keep  most of  them quiet but if he didn’t want to hear   any  of  them  at  all then  he shouldn’t waste his time   with her. She recoiled at the contact, barely kept from   herself  still  under his fingers. The punishment would   be worse  if  she didn’t. “A lovely conversation? Didn’t   think you were capable of that. Especially considering   how quickly your mind goes to torturing me.”

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Death.

‘ To keep it behind those pretty teeth of yours? How considerate of you. Do tell…how long did it take to grow back? And don’t sound so upset. You brought it ALL on yourself. I have given you word of warning. No need to be so bitter now. You are still WALKING around , be THANKFUL. ’

   “About a week-----give or take. I’ve had injuries     from being impaled that healed quicker, thank     you.” She shouldn’t give him ideas. Then again     he  probably  already  has them  anyway. “Well     excuse me for taking offense to being called a     possession.  Much  less  to something like you.”

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Death.

❝Well, I don’t think that much matters. But I don’t think you are ever in the mood. What happened to that sharp tongue of yours?❞

          “Of course not. Only what you want           matters. I learned better uses for it.”

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❂❂’

@tobedamned​

                          the room’s quiet around them, the only sound that interrupts the silence            of soft breathing. he’s  laying against her & for the moment everything is peaceful.            the past  is gone, nothing  exists  beyond  the  warmth of being so close to him, a            tingle in her  skin left  behind from  traveling fingertips. tracing pale flesh that was            usually  f l a w l e s s;  a crack in the surface of  the illusion to allow scars to show.            it’s the sudden  stillness of his hand  that catches her  attention,  then the resulting           tension of  his shoulders. a  glance down  at a scar that spans across her abdomen            that is never shown on  purpose. the main reason  she had lost their previous child            & never thought to be able to carry another————-besides complicated genetics.            he traces it & the inhale she takes burns her throat. her hand covered his to move it            away. she doesn’t  let anyone  see it for a reason; which is why he never has before            now. in her distraction  she’d  forgotten  & even though the damage has been done            she isn’t comfortable with him touching it. it’s only a  r e m i n d e r  of why she left.

                                        ❝ ————- Can you not do that please? ❞

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drinking buddy.

   “ maybe not, but y’gotta blame it on somethin’, right? ”

           “why are we blaming it on anything?                         I’m not complaining about it.”

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Other half.

              ❛    REALLY useful. but then again, i did not expect anything smart                    coming out of your beast cave. apologies.    ❜

            “If you don’t like the things that come              out of my mouth then  m a y b e  you                should find another murder buddy.”

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Steve.

“And I’ll doubly make it up to you.  All the coffee’s on me.”

       “You make it  sound like I intend to         buy out the  store. So  where have         you been lately? And what do you         mean  you  won’t  be  taking off for         awhile? Has something happened?”

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Steve.

“I deserved that, I’ll give you that. But I’m here  right now. And it’s unlikely I’ll be up for disappearing  for awhile.”

       “I guess in the spirit of the holiday             it’s not fair to hold a grudge.”  

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"Don't fight me now 'cause you might need me later."

@dctcrmincd​

                        it’s purely instinct that makes  her  recoil, dark eyes narrowing in distrust.                         highly offended at the mere suggestion that she needed anyone, much                         less this  s t r a n g e r.  she  could  take care  of  herself  just fine & had                         been  doing  so  for  centuries.  whatever  he  hopes to  gain by assisting                         her, it wouldn’t  work out in his favor. it never does for anyone who shows                         her kindness. “I doubt that. especially  when  I have no reason to believe                         that the hand  you offer  one moment  won’t  wield a  knife another.” she                        would take her chances on her own & damn the cost. yes, she’s stubborn                         &  prideful  but  its  better  than  being  foolish.  “I don’t need  a n y o n e.” 

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Richie.

He smiles a little, looking down at the rock that she kicked at before returning his eyes back down to her again. “Of course not. You know, it’s something we do all the time.” He touched his hand to her arm before drawing back again as if he wasn’t supposed to have done so. “Completely normal.”

           He’s smiling  back at  her now & her own becomes            a little less  forced,  the shadow that seems to have            fallen  over  her   passing.  This was  why  she  likes            spending  most  of  her time with him. He keeps her            from  dwelling  on  things she  shouldn’t, even laugh            a  little  more.  “Speaking  of  hanging  out---what are            we doing this weekend?”

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you find she is a gentle lover. this is a surprise– you have read the stories, after all, of rough and hard and needy and fire. you would have thought she’d be the same. and yes, she is still a flame still burns with her every touch but this is a warmth you can mostly bear. hers is a light you can mostly stand to look at directly. she does not consume you whole like they said she would. you ask her why, and she tells you they warned her what it would be like, to love you. she tells you, “softness is a choice i choose for you. i cannot give you the world, or my whole self, but i can give you this.” when it is over and she is gone beyond what you can see and the afterglow has faded from the backs of your eyelids, you almost regret this mercy. she did not take everything but she left enough for you to recognize what is missing.

the prophetess’ lover, Drea O. (via tamikaflynned)

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lucky i love him.

    “You’re not. He even does a little dance. I’m          so happy. Where did you get him?”

        “I called in a few favors.         You going to name him?”

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Dean.

   He rolls over to kiss her on    the shoulder, lips soft against     her skin.   “Not if I do first.”

          “Mm---I bite harder.” An empty threat that            comes  out  sounding even less serious            than  she  meant it. She’s not  h u n g r y             enough for that yet but she didn’t want to            move either.