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@eden-monroe
send me a ♬ and a number between 1-10 and i’ll put my itunes on shuffle and skip to that number and write a starter with my favorite lyric from that song.
example: if you send me ♬ 7, i’ll put my itunes on shuffle, skip forward seven songs and use my favorite lyric from that song.
It'll probably just be a blurb. Unless you really want a starter, if you do, just put ♬ Starter instead.
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psychopath-snap:
“Violence and naivete do not go hand in hand. For someone so old you should know that.” He fired back rather quickly. Not meaning to be rude as there was a clear smirk on his face. “I must know all these things.” If there was more to this world then he had been shown he wanted to see it all. Everything. No matter how beautiful or wicked it would be. Knowledge is power, and power was something he craved. “You’d allow me to kill someone in your company? Why? I mean, I’d be happy to do so, but I want to know what you’d gain from it?” Maybe, just maybe, it would do the same thing for her as it did for him. Turn her on. The idea made his head rush with bloody thoughts of them intertwined together. So much that he didn’t even notice the phone she handed to him until he heard the person on the other end clear their throat. Waiting eagerly for his order that he quickly place. Not as interested in the food as he was her.
She found his stubbornness both endearing and frustrating all at the same time. “ They do, if violence is all one knows. “ She made a little face when he called her old, faux surprise that was followed with a quick sticking out of her tongue. “ I will teach you, if you wish. This island, it is limited to just a few. Fang, fur, and magic. “ She wasn’t the most fond of witches, which may, or may not, have been evident in the way she said the only word to describe them. Her expression eased into a smile as she nodded. “ Just because I am not an overly violent person, it does not mean that I do not appreciate the art behind it. I was still born of blood and brutality. “ It was like its own form of voyeurism, in a sense. Deep down, her very core craved what she refused to give into. Watching, circling, touching. Being close enough to watch the light fade, it did more things to her than she could name. Once he was finished, she set the phone on the bed and gave a small jerk of her head, motioning for him to follow as she slipped off and headed for the hall. “ Come, I have something to show you while we wait. “
eden-smith:
Eden was taken aback by the comment. A nickname? She’d never really had a nickname before, her name already short enough. “As long as it’s not something degrading then we’ll be all set,” she spat back at the woman. Taking her comment to heart, she chose to be quiet the rest of the walk, hoping that they were going somewhere safe.
She hadn’t intended to make it degrading. Mostly, she just wasn’t going to enjoy addressing a slave with her own name. “ I will call you what I choose, and you will have no say in the matter. “ Much like the girl, she kept quiet as she lead them to the center of the island. A square, of sorts. “ Look around you, “ she said to the girl, gesturing. “ These people will pay money to do as they choose with you. Some are kind. Some are cruel, but all of them.. they are better than you. Would you like to know why? “
ryland-matthews:
Ryland thought for a moment about what she had asked him. “I guess I like how it makes me feel. But I also like what we did. I’ve never done that before. I think that I’d even like to try more.”
Settled back against the bed, she let out a small laugh. Of course he liked it, that was extremely evident. “ I am not opposed to helping you venture into uncharted territory. Some things I pride myself on, others... I may not be the best guide. But, you need to just tell me what it is you would like to try. “
psychopath-snap:
Another question was answered without him even having to ask. Wolves, oh yes, those horrific beasts that go from man to monster do too exist within this world of ever growing madness. A garden of nightmares had opened up to him. It’s fragrances of decadence and rot clouded his mind like jasmine. “Wolves, do you mean werewolves? Those actually exist too?” His stomach grumbled as her fingers went across his mouth. Forgetting for a moment that he was starved. “Food and questions sound better than a topic neither will budge on.. Can I order anything I want because honestly.. I would kill someone for a burger, fries, and a chocolate milkshake right about now.”
“ For someone so violent, you are very naive. “ Not meant to be an insult as she spoke, Eden couldn’t help but laugh. “ Werewolves, yes they exist. Among other things. “ That was the glory of the world, after all. No matter your age, or your origin, there was always something you didn’t know. Always something to ignite a spark. Letting her hand fall, she rolled from the bed with an amused huff. “ If you wish to murder, I would not be opposed to watching. But it is unneeded for food. “ Digging through her pants on the floor, she pulled her phone and immediately started finagling through numbers and names before climbing back into the bed and handing him the phone when the other person answered. “ Place your order. “
psychopath-snap:
The apology felt necessary though she said otherwise. For she had been fairly kind to him thus far, he didn’t want to step on her toes, and take away that kindness as brief as it may be in a place such as this. “Time is meaningless.” He said with a simple shrug of his shoulders. It was man made after all. Before man time didn’t even exist. It’s useless to the animals but sought after by man. Kind of fucked up if you think about it. “And yet I am not.” He chuckled with the soft touch drawing down his nose. Playfully he snapped his teeth at her finger tip. “That’s funny coming from an immortal. One day I will grow old and gray, if I survive this place, and yet you will remain a work of art forever etched through time.”
“ It is a concept, but one we cannot escape. “ Even one as she, where it didn’t even bother to touch her, she couldn’t escape it. Or rather, those she chose to keep around her couldn’t escape it. Eden let out a small yip of a laugh when he nipped at her fingertip, but she still didn’t pull her fingers from her face. Instead, she let them trace over his lips as he spoke, trailing along his bottom lip. “ Because death has forgotten me, the monster. Even wolves will meet him one day, but my only end will come from another’s hand. “ Her thumb tugged at his bottom lip, “ Do you wish to keep arguing the idea of death and mortality, or shall I order food for you while you ask more questions? “
psychopath-snap:
It seemed as if he had over crossed some invisible bounds. A spark resided in her eyes. It wasn’t like the one he had seen earlier when she was in the throw of violence, but something much deeper. Something that he never had the pleasure of knowing in his own eyes. “I’m sorry.” He sat upward, his arms coming to rest over his knees as he looked to her still with that childlike curiosity. “I didn’t mean to make you feel.. whatever it is you are feeling. It’s just that you are fascinating to me.” Christian shook his head while a chuckle left his chapped lips. “Death doesn’t cradle me. If anything we are secret incestuous lovers tongue kissing on the sly. I know no gifts nor treasure from our romance. Only depravity and longing.”
Despite his moving, she kept her hand on him. The warmth worked as an anchor, which was exactly what she needed while she delved into such a murky territory. “ There is nothing to be sorry for. I just have not thought of them in some time, is all. “ The smile, though, it came with his fascination. Compared to others of her kind, Eden could be considered modest, at best. Quiet and closed off. Hell, compared to the few she had spoken with here, she was nothing close to exciting. But she could not fault his curiosities, for her she had own. “ For one who takes life so often, you should be more intimate with it. You know no treasure from your romance because you are the treasure. A gift, given from life itself for Death to keep always. “ She reached ad let the tip of her fingers run down the bridge of his nose. “ Mortality is a beautiful thing. You should not think otherwise. “
psychopath-snap:
It was impossible to tell the difference between love and that of Stockholm syndrome. Which one she suffered from he could not know. Maybe it was a mild form of both. Can you not fall in love with your captor? Can you not see the good in something so wicked? It’s only once it’s dark that we can see the stars. There’s beauty in that darkness, no matter how faint it maybe. “Did you love her?” It was a rather personal question. One he had no right to ask. Yet he found himself wondering if someone like himself is capable of such an emotion. He was curious about something he had never felt, and why shouldn’t he be? “I suppose so. The only difference between you and I is or intimacy with death. It cradles you like a child while it stalks me from my day to day. Waiting for the right time to strike me down.”
His question was unexpected. Of all the things he could have asked, that was not one of them. For a moment, she just stared at him. Love, or what she assumed love to be, was not lost on her. Traces of the emotion was left over from her time as a human - the only person every worthy being her mother. But there was another. “ I have only loved two people in my time - and Grace was not one of them. “ There was a touch of sadness that flashed, her fingers stilling. “ Her, I pitied. I feared. I may have even cared, but I did not love her. “ Would it have been so easy to leave if she had? “ Death does not cradle me, death has forgotten me. If anyone is cradled, is coveted by him - it is you. A gift and a treasure. “
psychopath-snap:
Christian circled Eden, his hand coming up to his ear as to hold his head up. Her story, though not descriptive, was enough to hold his complete attention. There was no denying that. He looked at her with entrancement. Wanting more then she cared to offer. “Sounds like she though she was God.” Slowly his index finger and pointer went up her leg in a little trail. Never one to keep his hands to himself. Not as if she seemed to care. “And then you decided to come to a place that matched your past horrors?” And he thought he was depraved. Her snort caught him off guard. Not realizing he had said something funny his brow cocked upward in confusion. It wasn’t until she asked him what he was that made him laugh as well. “I kill people.” Such a careless admittance. As if he was telling her his favorite color or drink.
“ She was so very broken and beautifully insane. “ Perhaps it was the years of torture and manipulation Eden dealt with, but she still had a very small soft spot for her sire. “ She broke me as a human and, as an experiment, built me up as a vampire. Just to see if she could. “ Watching the trail of his fingers, she smirked. “ My very own Frankenstein. “ No, she didn’t mind the touch - she welcomed it. Wanted it. “ Some time has passed between the events, “ she gave with a small laugh. “ But my past horrors are all I know, so it makes sense to be here. “ His response was so flat. So matter of fact that there was no way to take it any other way than fact. She let the statement roll around her head a bit before she gave a firm nod. “ Then we are one in the same. “
ncahprince:
Noah found a small measure of pride in being able to thwart the woman’s efforts to keep his hands pinned, as useless as they were. He felt rebellious and rambunctious despite the fact that finding his wild flare while in captivity was one of the least intelligent things he could do.
He deflated when his knuckles hit the floor, his chest rising and falling rapidly between his pinned arms. Noah settled for her amusement as a victory although he didn’t find his predicament particularly humorous nor triumphant.
“Yeah, I totally wanted to be trapped and kept like a pet monkey by really gorgeous but weird people,” he replied flatly. “It’s just like home.”
If only he knew how easy it would have been for her to seriously injure him if she weren’t so careful. She would continue to wrestle him - her stamina outliving his in the long run. If she didn’t just lose patience and pull the jedi mind trick on him, but he seemed to calm when his hands came up above his head.
“ You are the closest thing to a monkey on this island, so it does seem fitting to me. “ Again, she found a taste of amusement more from the memory his choice of words brought up.
“ As we are right now, you have two options. Option one, I call for your friends to drag you back to your cell. Or you can calmly come with me and I will show you exactly where you are. “
jamesonjfk:
“I-I don’t think that’s going to end well though..” he sniffled, keeping his face in his knees so he wouldn’t disturb the girl further.
“ No. I will not, not for you at least. “ He was a sad sight, that was for sure. An easy pick for someone far more mean than she. So, after a lengthy sigh, she gestured for the door to be opened. “ Come on, then. “
psychopath-snap:
There was a new world at his finger tips, and all he could think to do was ask questions about her. He should have been wandering about others like her. Were there more monsters out there/ Werewolves, witches, ghouls, all the creatures that are said to go bump in the night, did they exist along side her? “You said you were a slave once, was this when you were a human?” What she asked him next took him by surprise. He didn’t mean to imply such a thing. It was just taken that way. Though who was he to say whether she was a monster or not? He didn’t exactly know her yet. “I don’t know. Are you? I was just saying that I am, even as a human.”
After a moment, she settled back onto the bed next to him, legs pulled closer to her body. “ Partially, “ she started. “ My sire was... she had this obsession with the idea of building a creature in her image. The time leading up to my turn was not fun. Nor was it easy. “ Senseless violence in the extreme never came easy to her, and it had a lot to do with Grace. “ But it was several years after my turn that I gained freedom. “ She let out a small snort of a laugh. Humanity had a knack for monstrosities, that much was true. “ I suppose I am. “ She had been called one her entire life - long before she was ever a vampire. The corner of her mouth twitched upward just slightly at the sudden memory and she shifted, moving into a better position to return her hand to him. “ What makes you a monster? “
Underworld –> selene and david
jamesonjfk:
Jamie felt tears well up in his eyes, yet he said nothing as he buried his face into his knees. What more could he honestly say? He was stuck here to be someones toy and there was nothing the boy could do about it.
Oh god. Tears. What was she supposed to do with tears? “ You could always do as others have before you... and tried to fight your way out. “ Granted, not the smartest ways to go about it. “ Oh, you could stop.. crying. “
