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[dulcetbloodmercy]

By the time Luis arrived, Mercy was already on her second tinto de verano, courtesy of the bartender.

The bartender happened to be a vampire, a girl Mercy was somewhat familiar with. Not enough to call her a friend, but familiar enough to exchange the occasional conversation. Their paths had crossed under rather unfortunate circumstances.

Once upon a time, she had been one of Marduk's little "pets."

Yes, he had turned her into a vampire, but hardly as an equal. More like a toy he kept around for his own satisfaction, someone to entertain him whenever he pleased.

That was... until Mercy had finally put an end to it.

Burning Marduk to ashes had never been her first choice. Violence rarely was. But at a certain point, it had become the only logical solution. She simply wasn't strong enough to fight him head-on. She never had been the kind of Slayer who relied purely on brute strength. Distance had always been where she excelled.

So she planned.

Especially after watching the influence Marduk held over Luis grow stronger and stronger. To Mercy, Luis had slowly become nothing more than a pawn in a twisted game, and she couldn't allow that to continue.

That night, after finally deciding enough was enough, she lured Marduk exactly where she wanted him.

An abandoned factory.

What he hadn't known was that the building still contained highly flammable materials. Everything had been carefully prepared beforehand. The plan itself had been dangerous, perhaps bordering on reckless, but it depended entirely on one thing: getting herself into the underground maintenance tunnels before he realized what was happening.

When Marduk believed he had finally cornered her, she let him believe it.

She disappeared beneath the factory while, above ground, her Watcher made sure gasoline flooded the building exactly as planned.

All it had taken after that...

...was one little spark.

The resulting inferno swallowed the entire factory, leaving behind little doubt that the ancient vampire had perished inside.

With his death came the freedom of every soul he had kept imprisoned beneath him.

Including the young woman now standing behind the bar.

Ever since that night, she had insisted Mercy never paid for a single drink whenever she came in.

It was a kind gesture.

Though Mercy still found herself wondering if the girl would have been better off finding a therapist than working in another vampire establishment.

Regardless...

She assumed her little stunt with Marduk had at least earned her a strange sort of respect. Enough that most vampires here preferred leaving her alone rather than testing their luck.

As Luis finally slid onto the stool beside her, Mercy looked up, only for surprise to briefly cross her face.

He...

Didn't look like himself. Or rather, not like the version of himself she had grown used to seeing. No dark makeup. No carefully crafted gothic aesthetic. Instead, he looked... softer. Almost ordinary. It was strangely endearing.

She tilted her head slightly before a small smile found its way onto her lips.

"Did you have, like... a makeover or something?" she asked, genuine curiosity coloring her voice. Her eyes wandered over him for another second before she let out the faintest laugh. "Anyway..." A softer smile settled on her face.

"It's nice seeing you again." She paused briefly before adding, almost teasingly, "You look good, though. Honestly... no matter what style you go for."

Mercy allowed him to speak without interrupting, quietly listening as he apologized. If anything, his words only made her feel a little uneasy.

It wasn't as though she had been particularly kind herself.

Ghosting him had been cowardly, and she knew it. She should have spoken up much sooner instead of pretending everything was fine while letting her worries grow louder and louder inside her head.

She let out a quiet sigh before finally speaking.

"While I do appreciate your apology..." she began softly, "I don't exactly feel like I'm free of blame either." Her fingers idly traced the rim of her glass. "I mean... I probably should've talked to you a lot sooner instead of pretending none of it was bothering me. I'm sorry for not being honest about how I was really feeling." Her eyes briefly met his. "The truth is..." A small, almost embarrassed smile appeared. "I do like you. I like you a lot, actually." She hesitated. "Honestly... probably more than that." The admission lingered between them for a moment before she quietly continued. "I just... don't know where we go from here. I really don't."

"I know people always say you should live in the moment, and... I agree with that. I really do." She gave a small shrug. "But that doesn't mean I can simply stop asking myself a million questions."

"Things are complicated... Then again, they always seem to be." Her expression softened. "I don't want us to have some huge dramatic falling-out. And I definitely don't want you walking away feeling like you're all alone... or unwanted." She offered him a small smile.

Deep down, she wasn't entirely sure whether she was accomplishing what she'd hoped by asking him here. She wanted to be with him, that much she knew. But wanting someone didn't magically erase every obstacle standing between them.

Still... Maybe living in the present was better than constantly mourning a future that hadn't even happened yet. At least that was what she kept trying to tell herself.

His compliment earned a quiet chuckle.

"So... this is nerdy chic then?" she teased, looking him over once more. "Is this the new aesthetic you're going for?" The smile lingered for another moment before she leaned back against her stool.

"I've been... peachy." She immediately pulled a face. "...Well, not really."

"You kill one howling-mad vampire, only for the next big thing to crawl out of the shadows." She sighed dramatically. "This week's special happens to be an evil witch cult that's busy sacrificing people to summon their dark overlord." She lifted her glass slightly. "A nice change of scenery, I'll admit."

"But I still have absolutely no idea how I'm supposed to navigate that kind of nonsense. Witches are... different. They don't have to be standing in front of you to hurt you. They can curse you from halfway across the city if they really want to." She grimaced. "I don't particularly like those odds… But..." She gave another small shrug. "I'm working on it." Her attention returned to him. "What about you?" Her voice grew gentler. "I assume the nightmares... the mind games... they're gone now?" A tiny smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Considering Marduk is probably burning in hell by now."

[envenenna]

“Makeover? Makeunder, more like,” Luis said with a breathy laugh, “No, no. Like I said, wasn’t expecting to hear from you, so I’m wildly unprepared for a night out. I’ve been tutoring piano today, so kinda had to look a bit more … presentable, y’know. Appreciate that though.”

His attempts at humour only thinly veiled how anxious he felt. He listened to Mercy speak from the heart, and felt the weight of emotional intensity thickening in the air between them. He picked up the glass to take another sip, but immediately placed it back down again, almost stunned and disarmed by her admission.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he smiled through the ache in his heart after hearing how she felt. She didn’t need to outright say it, he could read between the lines. He’d admitted it himself in a similarly subtle way the last time they’d seen each other.

But admitting their feelings for one another only made it hurt more. Feelings complicated things, feelings gave their connection a deeper meaning that made this all so much harder. His smile faded, but remained, barely.

“I know.” He said, “I understand what you’re saying. And as for the future? I don’t know either. We can’t change what we are. I never expected this, never thought I’d-”

He paused. Fall so hard for her? Be so prepared to devote his entire existence to her? He swallowed again, fingers unconsciously toying with the rings adorning them to keep them occupied.

“Things are always complicated. I’ve learned to live with that by default. Or at least, I’m trying to …” he exhaled a forced laugh. “We don’t have to dance around the subject though. I know we can’t be together, in the traditional sense. As much as I made a big dramatic scene and screamed about it before, I do know that. It isn’t fair on you … I can throw as many pity parties as I want, it isn’t going to change anything. You were right, of course … no partner to show off to your family. No growing old together. No children. It was incredibly selfish of me to think that you’d give up so much.” A flicker of a smile tugged at his lips and he lightly teased, “I can only imagine the kind of grandiose pink Barbie wedding you wanted as a kid. I’m not gonna take that away from you.”

Luis finally reached for his glass to sip his drink, and inadvertently downed the rest of it. “Its okay. I’ve made my peace with it…”

A lie.

“… I’d still very much like to keep seeing you, if you want to. This doesn’t change how I feel about you. This doesn’t have to be a dramatic goodbye, it can just be more like a … see you around kind of thing. What goes on between us doesn’t need to have a label, does it? When you do meet someone you wanna share your life with though … then I’ll back off. Go back into torpor for another century.”

He didn’t see any other way around it, but logic didn’t mean that the concept didn’t sting. His heart, though unbeating, felt simultaneously heavy and empty at the same time. He kept his demeanour calm and poker-faced, even if he was crumbling on the inside.

“Maybe we just try that ‘living in the moment’ thing for now. Doesn’t have to last forever, but doesn’t mean we can’t still have some fun from time to time, right?”

Her style label prompted a chuckle from him. “Hey, it’s a pretty prestigious academy, I can’t tutor a student while looking like I just strolled out of a graveyard goth party. Don’t get used to it, I’ll be back to my usual gloomy self by tomorrow.”

Luis listened with interest while Mercy described her newest monster-of-the-week situation. Intrigued, almost excited by it. She always seemed to get into these eventful and crazy situations, he was honestly a little jealous his life felt so boring in comparison.

“You know where to find me if you need me to help. Not that I’d have any idea what to do with a bunch of witches, but … I’ve done some occult studying over the years. Besides, I kind of miss going on adventures with you. Don’t get me wrong, I love the piano, but it lacks a certain kind of supernatural excitement, y’know?”

He half smiled and held up his glass towards the bartender to gesture that he wanted a refill for both of them.

“Actually, yeah … I mean, no more than the usual amount. The headaches and weird visions have stopped, that’s for sure. I still struggle with my own internal conflicts and coming to terms with the past, but that won’t ever stop until I have closure. So … that’ll be never.” He laughed bitterly, thinking briefly back to his past and his estranged brother. Quickly dismissed him from his mind.

“You did it, then? I heard through the grapevine that he’d finally been taken out, but I didn’t realise it was you who’d done the honours. I shouldn’t have ever had any doubts, of course you did it. If anyone was gonna kick his ass it would be you. Makes sense why all the other vamps here don’t mind your presence.” He grinned, beaming almost proudly at how impressed he was at her taking down such a notorious and powerful old vampire.

“… As for me …? Just … trying to keep a low profile. Battling with internal conflicts constantly. Tutoring to try and keep a routine and find a sense of whatever normality I can find. I’ve gotta say, the ring you got for me has really made it a lot easier to be a teacher. I don’t have to hide myself from the sun so much, nobody suspects anything. Now I’m just the weird unnaturally pale Mexican guy and everyone just kind of accepts it,” he snorted, “oh, and- I’ve been writing a lot, too … music I mean. Been working on some big pieces that I plan to debut in a concert hall in future. They aren’t ready yet, but I’d be happy to play them for you some time.”

He offered her a genuine smile, though tinged with sadness. “Of course … if you don’t want any of this, I’ll respect your decision. If it’s easier for you to just … forget about me … I’ll understand and we go our separate ways.”

♱ @dulcetbloodmercy

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[dulcetbloodmercy]

@envenenna

[restingwitchphase]

.・゜゜・ RESTINGWITCHPHASE ・゜゜・． ─ An independent, selective, and private portrayal of Aliyah "Ayla" Mayar, an original witch descended from Qetsiyah's forgotten bloodline, set within The Vampire Diaries Universe. Featuring extensive original lore, dreamwalking mythology, ancient Greek and Anatolian witchcraft, and personal headcanons. Penned with a deep appreciation for folklore, symbolism, and character-driven storytelling. Crossovers, original characters, and canon divergences are warmly welcomed. Dreamed into existence by V

[thatgothicfairy]

[dulcetbloodmercy]

"Meet me in an hour at that neon-lit bar down Alexis Cedro Drive. It's called Midnight Fantasy or something..."

That was all she had sent.

By then, she had already gone through the necessary preparations. Fresh out of the shower, she took her time getting ready. Her usual attire had been traded for something that fit the nightlife a little better. Nothing too far outside her comfort zone, though. Just a simple little black dress, some nice jewelry, actual heels instead of flats, and a small purse to hold all of her nonsense. She smelled heavily, perhaps even heavenly,of perfume, and her makeup had been done as though she were attending some grand gala rather than meeting someone for cocktails.

One taxi ride later, she arrived.

Only now, standing outside the entrance, she found herself having second thoughts.

Not about the date itself. More about where she had chosen to have it.

Midnight Fantasy.

A club notorious for being vampire-owned and frequented almost exclusively by vampires. Why, of all places, had she picked this club?

Well...

In her mind, it made sense. She had spent so much time trying to keep whatever existed between them hidden. She had been so determined to minimize it, to make sure no one could connect her to him. Looking back, she could understand why that must have hurt him.

So perhaps... if she willingly showed up somewhere they could easily be seen together—somewhere people were bound to recognize both of them—it would prove something. Show that she wasn't ashamed of him.

Was that actually logical?

No.

But it made sense to her.

Besides, she figured it might do him some good. He had mentioned before that none of the other vampires seemed to enjoy his company, and for whatever reason, that confession had stayed with her. It had made her feel genuinely awful.

She had friends. Plenty of them. Family. People she could rely on.

He had made it sound as though he had no one.

No one besides her.

Of course, she knew she couldn't magically create friendships for him. She couldn't force people to like him. But perhaps... at the very least... bringing him somewhere filled with vampires might give him the opportunity to meet someone who didn't immediately want him dead. Maybe she still didn't fully understand the loneliness that came with immortality. Perhaps she never could.

Regardless, she stepped inside.

Getting in proved surprisingly easy. Nobody questioned why a Slayer had just walked through the front doors.

Part of her wondered if she blended in that well. Maybe they simply assumed she was some oblivious human who had no idea what kind of things happened behind closed doors. Or perhaps they thought she knew exactly what kind of establishment this was and had come looking for those kinds of thrills.

...Or maybe they all knew exactly who she was. Maybe they knew what kind of failure of a Slayer she had become. Surely at least some of them recognized her by now. Then again... What did they care? Most of them probably couldn't care less whether she lived or died, let alone what she chose to do in her free time.

Mercy made her way toward the bar and ordered herself a drink before pulling out her phone.

"I'm at the bar. Like... sitting at it."

She hit send before slipping the phone back into her purse. A part of her still wondered whether any of this was actually a smart idea. Had she suddenly found some magical solution to all of their problems? Not even close.

The idea of growing old while he remained forever young still terrified her. He had made it painfully clear how he felt about turning her into a vampire.

So... What exactly had changed? What was left for them to figure out?

Truthfully... She didn't know. And for tonight, she didn't want to think about it. When the bartender returned with her drink, she immediately ordered a shot to go with it. She had a feeling she was going to need it.

 ♡ ˚ Continued from here ˚ ♡ −−− @envenenna

[envenenna]

Luis frowned when he read her response.

Midnight Fantasy.

Of all the places she could have chosen, why there? Every vampire in the city would be there, and that was a whole lot of eyes and fangs salivating at the fantasy of tasting her. He’d turn them all to ash before they could even think about it.

‘See you then.’ He typed back, keeping it short and to the point.

She must have her reasons for choosing that place, and as much as he didn’t like the idea of other vamps ogling her, he chose to honour her decision.

Two whiskeys didn’t feel like enough to prepare him for this, but at least he could continue drinking here. Whether or not that would be tainted with heartache would soon become apparent.

He was no stranger to this bar, and even though his company wasn’t usually favoured by other vampires per se, they had no ill will towards him and at least knew him. He headed inside, immediately hit by a wall of noise. Music only just audible over conversation, cigarette smoke and the sweetness of alcohol permeated the air, along with that distinctive tang of iron and leather that belonged to a room full of vampires.

Luis saw her at the bar, but didn’t approach yet. Like a gleaming star amid a blanket of midnight skies, she certainly stood out, but not in a bad way. While vampires usually carried an ethereal, unnatural glamour, Mercy was naturally glowing. He smiled to himself. Your mortality is showing.

He wished he’d dressed more appropriately after seeing how much of an effort she’d made, but he wasn’t exactly expecting any of this. He was still in tutor mode, dressed down more than usual ,without makeup, after an afternoon with a piano student. It was a little embarrassing, he had always tried to keep this side of himself hidden from her. Didn’t exactly work wonders for the brooding gothic vampire vibe he tried convey. Still, he wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to meet her tonight. It had been too long, and they needed to clear the air.

Luis took the bar stool next to where she sat and immediately flagged down the bartender to get himself a drink. He hated how nervous he felt. He knew her, they’d been through hell and back together, they’d shared a bed night after night and yet … as he looked at her now, taking in all of her beauty, her aura, her elegance … he struggled to articulate his thoughts. At least the music wasn’t quite as loud by the bar.

“Hey …” he said eventually, announcing his presence. “Not the kind of place I expected to see you tonight, I won’t lie. Must be like shooting fish in a barrel for you,” it was an attempt at a joke, but his tone was sombre and edged with a slight tremor of nervousness. He picked up the whiskey glass when it was placed in front of him and sipped. Time stretched out in front of him, and he decided to be the first to offer an olive branch.

“Um … I owe you a lot of things … one of them is an apology. For how I acted, how I treated you, how I spoke to you and how selfish I was. I think I understand now … I’ve had a lot of time to think and reflect. It’s hard coming to terms with some things … but they’re my burdens to bear, not yours. You were right about a lot of things, and I’m sorry.” He forced a smile, “Obviously I’m not expecting things to be all rosy and sunny now, I know there are things that are set in stone that can’t be changed. We are what we are, after all … I get that. But I don’t like how things went down between us and I want you to know that I acknowledge how inappropriately I’ve acted.”

Another sip. He eyed her over the rim of his glass, though his gaze occasionally darted around to warn off others that were doing the same.

“You look beautiful tonight, by the way. I’m sorry I was … unprepared for this impromptu date. Now you know I’m actually a nerd.” He chuckled, gesturing to his attire. “How’ve you been? Staying out of trouble?”

♱ @dulcetbloodmercy

[dulcetbloodmercy]

"You don't have to worry about me. I've fought demons, beings from other realms... beings that could only be perceived when being high... fun times..." She hummed, though she didn't really want to admit that, if it came to it, she would have to ensure she kept herself safe. Though killing him? She could likely just do something like knock him out or such. Or, worst-case scenario, just run into the bathroom and stay in the UV-illuminated shower, which wasn't ideal, but she knew he wouldn't be crossing those lights.

"How can he, like, link up with you though? You didn't drink his blood, right? Or is this a vampire telepathy thing? I mean, I know some vampires can talk with each other through the mind, but... I always thought that required them to be friendly with each other. Then again, to tell you the truth, I didn't pay much attention to vampire lore. Only the basics... come to think of it, I paid no attention to any lore regarding supernaturals. I mean..." She expressed this before gesturing for him to follow. She wasn't going to lock him in the cellar. She just assumed that, since he seemed fine now, perhaps the risk was low. Besides, Marduk was likely in the middle of battling the hunters right about now, meaning he wouldn't be bothering to come here tonight, would he?

Still, it bothered her that Marduk had managed to get inside Luis's mind, which was something she perhaps could have known about had she paid a little more attention to the basics. But at the same time, what was the goal here? What were the intentions? Why did he want to mess with Luis's head? To do what? Also, she highly doubted Marduk wanted Luis to murder her, as she figured Marduk wanted the honors for that himself... or whatever else he was scheming.

With all these thoughts swirling through her mind, she moved up the stairs.

"What kind of visions?" she asked, her voice softer now.

Eventually, as they reached the upstairs floor, she headed straight for her bedroom. It was odd that by now she didn't even question him being in her house. How she even tended to leave the garden house unlocked in case of an emergency and she wasn't home. Mercy cared deeply, and she knew it wasn't just lust anymore, even if it had certainly started with that.

"A witch, yes. Now, she doesn't like vampires, however," she said as she changed into an oversized shirt that was long enough to serve as a dress. "I did her a favor once, so... she basically has no choice but to help." She suggested this before finally laying down on her gigantic bed. She would be lying if she said she didn't need this. She needed to take a moment to recharge.

"I basically saved her from a group of gnarly vampires that were after her. She comes from a special witch lineage... their blood is highly usable in rituals, so... I'll let you do the math there." She hummed softly. "But let's not worry about that for now. I know you likely don't feel like sleeping, but I perhaps could take a nap. I mean..." She paused while finally letting her hair down. "I probably should go and shower, but frankly... I don't care at the moment." She hummed before adding, "But on the bright side, if you have that daylight ring, we can finally go swimming in that pool during the daytime... that's something." She chuckled softly. "Anyways... the painkilers are in there somewhere." she gestured at the drawer. No snooping around though..."

But as she finally fell asleep, her eyelids too heavy to fight it, she seemed to be deeply dreaming. Odd dreams, that was. Now, that was nothing new. She had odd dreams on the regular; it came with being a Slayer. At times, she dreamed of seeing through the eyes of prior Slayers that had been around centuries ago. But as of now, she had a different dream, a dream about a woman, a beautiful woman at that. But somehow she seemed to be frightened, fearful.

Then followed blood, a lot of blood, as she lay within it, it pooling around her. It was her blood...

And then Mercy felt something drip down onto her shoulders. Once she looked, it was blood... but it wasn't from her neck. Instead, it was from her mouth, and when she reached for her face, it didn't feel like her face. Neither did the fangs...

And then she snapped awake, not overly dramatically, just awake, confused and somewhat startled.

"Luis?" she called out softly.

[envenenna]

“I didn’t drink his blood, no. Perish the thought … this is just some advanced vampire telepathy bullshit that I’m not au fait with.” Luis said with disdain, “I can only speculate the reasons why … but perhaps he has some unfinished business with you, after what happened before. Perhaps if he manipulates me to do something to you, it keeps his hands clean and takes the heat off himself. I don’t know if his goal would be to kill you or to make you part of his little harem of blood bags.”

The thought alone was nauseating enough, never mind the nausea that came from the mind invasion itself. Still, he was determined to protect her no matter the cost.

“Visions like …” he paused, a dip in his stomach as he recalled it. “Like how I accidentally killed someone I loved many years ago. And how it would play out if history to repeat itself, if you get what I mean …”

Luis lied beside her on the bed. He’d abandoned his jacket and boots somewhere along the way, and even though he didn’t sleep in the same way humans did, he couldn’t deny the comfort of the bed was a welcome relief.

“A witch that doesn’t like vampires … and she’s going to help me?” He asked with a sarcastic chuckle, “You sure she’s not gonna, like, say she’s helping me but is actually cursing me or something? You sure she’s trustworthy …?” But of course, the benefits greatly outweighed the risk. Swimming in the pool with Mercy? Feeling the warmth of the suns rays kissing his skin for the first time in two hundred years?

“… yeah, I’m willing to take the risk.” His smile grew slightly, “Tbe risk? Death. The reward? Being able to hang out by the pool with you in a swimsuit. Worth. It.”

Immediately he began to rummage for painkillers in the drawer. He wasn’t intending to snoop, but her comment piqued his curiosity. He grinned playfully at her, “Why not? Got something fun in here?”

He noticed her energy wilting and decided that now wasn’t the time for teasing or suggestive games. Mercy needed rest, and he’d made a promise to watch over her. After swallowing a couple of painkillers - not necessarily expecting them to actually do anything but he hoped they’d at least take the edge off - he watched as Mercy drifted into a deep sleep and the room plunged into peaceful silence. The only sound gracing his hypersensitive hearing was the softness of her rhythmic breathing.

At least, it seemed to start off peacefully. It seemed to rapidly grow more tumultuous, and Luis sensed her discomfort and increasing stress levels. He brushed his brooding feelings aside for a moment and pulled her carefully into his arms in an attempt to soothe, but it didn’t seem to work. He didn’t want to wake her, under the impression that it was never a good idea to wake someone having a nightmare, but his icy cold skin was doing very little to comfort her.

He held her a little tighter when she suddenly called his name. A voice tainted with a contagious sense of fear. “Hey … I’m right here … what’s wrong? Bad dream?” He asked, and begun to fear that this was something more than just a bad dream. “Talk to me … what happened?”

♱ @dulcetbloodmercy

[envenenna]

My muse leans in, their breath warm against your muse’s skin as they whisper, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“So what if I am? What are you gonna do?”

The lopsided grin on Luis’ face suggested that yes, he was enjoying this far too much. A rendezvous between vampire and demon? It seemed secretive, taboo, or whatever you wanted to call it - but Luis had never been one for following rules anyway. He arched his head back to allow Yurem better access to his neck - inviting his lips. His cool breath fanned against his skin and an eruption of goosebumps prickled his arms and sent a jolt of desire up his spine.

Too much tension had manifested between them over time. Too much wine had been shared and dissolved inhibitions. Tonight he didn’t care about being prim and proper - not that he ever truly cared about that - his desire for the other was impossible to ignore. And if he was going to keep getting close and caress his skin with gentle breaths that dripped with passion, how was he ever supposed to resist?

“Quiero que me hagas tuyo.” Luis whispered, his hand moving to rest on the back of Yurem’s neck. A gentle pull encouraged him to close the agonisingly small distance between them. “Quiero que me hagas perder el control …”

♱ @quiroptofobia

[kelcipher]

The old ways are best.

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[mournfulroses]

Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[envenenna]

[thunderousmemes]

COUNTRY NIGHTS & COLD BEER — ROLEPLAY STARTERS

(dusty roads · warm bottles · low porch lights · confessions sweeter than the drink)

OUT ON THE BACKROADS - HEADLIGHTS & GRAVEL

• “Get in—road’s quiet tonight, might as well enjoy it.” • “Careful, the gravel’s loose. Don’t want you falling before the night even starts.” • “You ever just drive until the world disappears? …Want to?” • “Sit closer. Truck rides better when we’re not pretending there’s space between us.” • “It’s just you, me, and a long road. Got anything you’ve been wanting to say?” • “Lean out the window if you want—wind feels good tonight.” • “Turn the music up. Loud enough to drown the week out.” • “I don’t get nights like this often. Glad you’re the one I’m sharing it with.”

BONFIRE GLOW - SPARKS & SMOKE

• “Fire’s warm—come sit. I saved you a spot.” • “Hold your beer tight. Last time someone knocked it into the fire.” • “Don’t lean back too far, you’ll end up smelling like charcoal.” • “Every time the flames light your face… damn. You look different.” • “Give me your hands. Cold nights require shared heat.” • “Tell me a secret—you’ve got the firelight look. Makes people honest.” • “Watch the sparks. They always remind me how fast things burn.” • “Stay close. Coyotes sound louder when you’re alone.”

NEON BARLIGHTS - MUSIC LOW, GLANCES HIGH

• “You want another beer or are you already past your limit?” • “Dance with me—don’t worry, no one’s sober enough to judge.” • “Scoot over. Bar stools aren’t meant to be polite.” • “You keep looking at me like that. Want to tell me why?” • “If you spill that on me, you’re buying the next three rounds.” • “This song’s good. Perfect for leaning in closer.” • “Stay till close with me? I’m not ready to go home.” • “If you’re gonna flirt, you better commit to it.”

TAILGATE NIGHTS - STARS OVERHEAD

• “Hop up—tailgate’s sturdy enough for both of us.” • “Careful, it’s cold metal. Here—sit closer, I’ll warm you up.” • “Look up. Stars don’t shine like this when you’re sober or inside.” • “If you lie down, you’ll see the sky right. Trust me.” • “You keep brushing against me… intentional?” • “I brought an extra beer if you want it. Not sharing mine.” • “Tell me what you’re thinking. Nights like this make people brave.” • “If you fall asleep on my shoulder, I won’t complain.”

DRUNKEN LAUGHTER - STUMBLING INTO SOMETHING MORE

• “Okay—okay, stop, you’re making me laugh too hard. I’m gonna spill this.” • “If I’m leaning on you, it’s because you’re stable. Don’t get cocky.” • “I swear, you get cuter the more I drink.” • “Hey—hold my beer. I’m about to do something stupid.” • “Walk me straight. Or at least try.” • “Sit with me. The ground’s spinning less when you’re nearby.” • “If I say something embarrassing, pretend you didn’t hear it.” • “You’re warm. Don’t move yet.”

QUIET MOMENTS - TRUTH BETWEEN SIPS

• “It’s funny… beer loosens my tongue, but you’re the one who makes me honest.” • “Tell me something you’ve never told anyone.” • “Why do you keep looking at my mouth?” • “Come here—stop hiding behind that bottle.” • “Ever think we’d end up here? Like this?” • “You want the last drink? I’ll share if you sit closer.” • “Hold still—there’s something in your hair.” • “I like this. You. The night. All of it.”

THE NIGHT WINDS DOWN - BUT NOT THE FEELING

• “Don’t go yet. Stay till the last bit of the fire burns out.” • “If you’re cold, use me. I won’t bite.” • “Want a ride home? Or… want to keep driving with no destination?” • “I’ll walk you inside. Just in case.” • “You can finish that beer on my porch. No hurry.” • “Promise me we’ll do this again. Same time. Same way.” • “If I kiss you… would the night forgive me?” • “I don’t want this to end. Not yet.”

[xpupslxtx]

i cannot stop thinking about roughhousing. i want tickling and laughing that turns into wrestling that gets a little more serious and heated, until one of us is pinned down, both breathing hard and making out and thighs pressed in between each others legs and hickeys and bite marks all over and trying so hard not to be the one that cums first and failing, ending up getting fucked hard by the winner until you’re so drunk on all your orgasms you couldn’t fight back if you tried

[nixscriptum]

[envenenna]

"Since I have been such a bad 'girlfriend,' will you let me make it up to you by entertaining the idea of going on a date to this very fancy cocktail bar?"

It had been a long time since they'd parted ways. A long time of thinking, contemplating, hurting. He couldn't be sure exactly how much time had passed, every day seemed to merge meaninglessly with the next when you're immortal, but the heartache didn't stop. He missed her terribly.

With the heartache came immense guilt. Once he'd come to his senses and the storm clouds had lifted, he recognised how outlandish his behaviour had been. He hated how he'd spoken to her and how he'd resorted to such a needlessly violent spectacle, all to get her attention.

But he wasn't prepared to take everything on his shoulders. They'd both spat venom at each other in the heat of the moment, and he was still trying to come to terms with some things. It wasn't an earth shattering revelation that there were glaring problems with the nature of their relationship and there were clear obstacles that highlighted why it wouldn't work out in the long term. But the one that really pierced through his heart though was her question about wanting children.

It was difficult to make peace with something he had no control over, particularly something that he’d been grieving for so many years. Fatherhood was something he'd dearly wanted as a human man, but now it was just another thing his vampirism and immortality had robbed from him.

He was sat in his usual haunt, perched at the bar on his second round of whiskey. His fingers idly twisted the ring on his middle finger. He’d been so certain that Mercy was going to take it away, but the fact that he still had it meant there was hope. Just a sliver, but it was there.

The vibration from his phone derailed his train of thought, but he was even more surprised to see that the text was from Mercy. He stared at the screen for an unknown length of time, abandoned the drink he’d been nursing for an hour. The drone of other people’s conversations surrounded him in the bar but he could only focus on how to reply. He drew a blank. Typed out multiple responses and deleted them each time.

There was a lot they needed to talk about and address, but even though this was a welcome and unexpected surprise, this didn’t necessarily pave the way for a happy ending.

‘You haven't been a bad anything. Just say where and when, and I’ll be there.’

While he waited for a response, he knocked back the remainder of his drink and attempted to steel himself for what was likely to be a difficult conversation. The things she’d highlighted as problems were not something that could simply be swept under the rug, but despite all of his thinking and mental troubleshooting, he didn’t have any solutions. He could only hope for some kind of compromise.

♱ @dulcetbloodmercy

[envenenna]

{ anyone else look back on replies they've started / drafted and realise it makes absolutely no sense? lmao like, wtf was I even talking about