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"First the flame and then the flood, in the end it's Blackthorn blood."

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mythology moodboards | faeries

a type of mythical being or legendary creature in european folklore; a form of spirit, often described as metaphysical, supernatural, or preternatural.

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*    ed   /

                        ❛    my    way    ?    so    I     get     a     kiss     ?    ❜    he    knew    who    the    boy     was     that     was    standing     before     him     .    he    knew     he     was    half     fae     and    half    nephilim      .     others     took      it      as     a      chance     to      repay     everything      they      have      done      to      downworlders     .     as      if      HURTING      HIM      would      fix      it     for    better     .    there     was     a      wide     and     w a r m     smile     on    his    lips    .     ❛    I     do     not     intend     to     hurt     you     if     that     is     what      you     meant    ,     this    is     not     my     way    .      ❜     

                   “  come  again,  a  kiss ?  “     he knew better than to think anything of the other’s words.  CRUELTY  has become all that he’s known since he’s arrived in faerie.  why now,  would that be any different ?      “ why not ? “     it wasn’t as if mark wanted or was asking for the other to add onto the barefaced scorning he already faced. it just seemed odd that he refused to participate.  PERHAPS, his subtle benevolence was a trick ?

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                    “ I don’t suppose you’d wish to partake? “  Since arriving in Faerieland, Mark’s been somewhat of a  PARIAH  to the fair folk. Many have treated him  ILL  on account of him being a half blood of the nephilim.  Needless to say when Mark bumped into the seelie stranger at a revel, he expected the same doggerel from him as he did the other passing faes. “ By all means, have your way. Many have before you. Just as many will continue. “

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THE BLACKTHORN FAMILY Helen, Mark, Julian, Emma, Tiberius, Livia, Drusilla, & Octavian.

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low activity .    mark blackthorn  from, the dark artifices .   narrated by mar .

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I have always wanted to be loved by someone in the way that you loved me. And I would rather have these memories than a future where I destroy them.

° • THE VAMPIRE DIARIES SENTENCE STARTERS

             Sometimes in moments of pure and utter bliss, Mark laid with Kieran under a blanket of stars and got lost in the other’s breathing. Usually, when caught between the bridge of consciousness and unconsciousness, Kieran would whisper sweet nothings into Mark’s ear, or incoherent confessions Mark had pretended not to listen to. He always did, yet he never wished to embarrass his lover or draw attention to the things he said by repeating them. This time was different. Probably because Mark was dreaming. Be that the reason why Kieran spoke in past tense, as if the love between them was not there anymore. Alas, even while angry, or while so full of hatred, Mark still loved Kieran. It was love that spurred his hate, that drove it. And it was love that he couldn’t erase. No matter how bad the itch was or he wanted to.

            ‘ The tragedy is Kieran, I will always love you. Past, present, and future. ‘

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You can’t blame this on me!

° • THE VAMPIRE DIARIES SENTENCE STARTERS

             Oh but, he can and he will.

             Until there comes a time where it hurts less. Where he can no longer see the gory images every time he closes his eyes, or hear the blood-curdling screams that ring and echo in his ears like a vicious mantra; torturous and haunting. Mark does not wish to play the victim. His time spent in Faerie had taught him that they were all victims. Even Kieran. But being victims did not give them the right to wish hurt upon another or bring it forth themselves. What seems to trouble Mark the most is that, Kieran didn’t even bother to say something to him before turning him in. And in his efforts to bring Mark back, all he’s done is push him further away.         The Irony.

             ‘ I can, ‘  Mark states, matter of factly. ‘ What else would you have me do? Thank you? ‘ Anger flared up in his belly. ‘ Thank you Kieran, for proving to me you are exactly like your kind. I wish not to be associated with that side of my heritage any longer. But, I’m afraid I can not escape it. It’s too bad, really. I wish I could. I wish I could scrub my hands and heart clean of you. I wish I had never met you. ‘

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I’m not okay with this decision. I’m not okay with never seeing you again.

° • THE VAMPIRE DIARIES SENTENCE STARTERS

                 Mark did not feel sorry for Kieran. His actions dictated Mark’s decision. A decision he feels, he would not have had to make had Kieran not betrayed him. It weren’t so much Mark’s feelings that had been hurt. It was his trust in Kieran. He could not look at him the same, or really at all. Because every time he did, he saw Kieran’s initial cold, blank stare as he sat idly atop his black steed. His rage, his jealousy, his desires to hurt Mark and those he loved all out of spite. This wasn’t the Kieran, Mark had fallen so hopelessly and so irrevocably in love with. This was the Kieran, Mark felt as if he did not know. A stranger, a phantom. An arrogant, selfish, cruel fated prince. Maybe that apple didn’t fall far from his family tree.

                ‘ Perhaps, you should have thought about that before you broke my faith in you. I never want to see you again. Never! Not even in my dreams. You are dead to me, Kieran. I think it’s best if you go now before you see me truly get angry. I can’t assure you I’ll stop. ‘

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❛ Is everything okay? ❜

° •  QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

                Mark liked to think so. The Institute was sort of in one piece. Though, it were no longer pretty. It looked like the kitchen had imploded on itself and the kids were a disorderly mess, but needless to say, still accounted for (or so all but one). ‘ I don’t know what I’m doing, ‘ Mark admitted, helplessly. He’d never felt more human than in that moment. And behind her smile, Mark could see that Elora fancied to laugh at his misfortune. Of course. Her intentions were of the utmost pure hearted but, she like the rest, saw him as a hoot. He stuck out like a sore thumb. There really was no getting around that. ‘ And I can’t find the little one. ‘

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The Vampire Diaries Sentence Starters

Answer me. Who are you?

Any chance you let me buy you an “I’m sorry” drink?

Be careful. You just sounded generally concerned for me.

Can we talk about this tomorrow? I just needed a place to crash.

God, I miss you.

Guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree…

Here’s the thing. I don’t know what to say, or do, or think.

How about I show you some of my other talents?

I can’t lose you again.

I choose you. I’m here because of you.

I don’t know who I am without you.

I forgot you don’t care about anything.

I hate how good that felt.

I have always wanted to be loved by someone in the way that you loved me. And I would rather have these memories than a future where I destroy them.

I have this theory that you’re meanest to the people you care about most.

I know I said it doesn’t bother me but what if it does?

I love you. It’s why I have to let you go.

I need a drink. And a buddy. And right now you are my only buddy available to drink. I’m overlooking the fact that you nearly killed me the last time we hung out.

I never fooled myself into thinking that what I had with you would last.  

I never thought I would ever be happy again and then I met you.

I really wanna rip your clothes off right now and kiss every square inch of your body.

I think it’s time you and I have a talk.

I understand if I have to wait for you. And I will. I’ll wait.

I walked out last time. Now it’s your turn.

I’m an expert at dealing with loss, you know?

I’m going through a highly emotional situation right now and you’re just sitting there mocking me.

I’m not going anywhere because I love you.

I’m not gonna give up on you. I never will.

I’m not okay with this decision. I’m not okay with never seeing you again.

I’m not sure what else to say.

I’ve never felt more alive than when I am with you.

I’m so sorry. Give me a chance to make it right.

If there is even a fraction of you that cares about me, do not walk out that door.

If you could stop gloating in the face of my misery, that would be very much appreciated.

If you think this is a crazy plan, now’s the time to speak up.

If you want to talk about last night, talk!

Is that what you think of me?

Is this a bad time?

It’s funny how one event can change the outcome of your entire life.

It’s like you want to confirm everyone’s lowest expectations of you.

It’s probably a good idea to stay as far away from me as possible.

Look, don’t you think it’s about time we level with each other?

Look, we can’t escape this life. So shouldn’t we make sure we’re at least living it right?

Me? Jealous? That would imply I cared. I thought we’d already established that I don’t.

Neither one of us should be here right now.

Please don’t give up.

So I’m gonna die? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?

So look, I don’t know what we were, or are, or are supposed to be. All I know is I want to see you.

So, I hear you’ve been having sex dreams about me?

Something happened between you and me and I’m not going to let you pretend that it didn’t.

Tell me something I don’t know about you.

The thing is, nothing’s changed. We are still bad for each other.

There’s no such thing as moving on, it’s a lie.

This is my “you’re being a dick” face.

We have the house all to ourselves for a whole weekend and you wanna talk politics?

Well, that’s the problem. Not all of us are okay with pretending.

What are you afraid of?

What are you doing in my bedroom?

What took you so long to answer your phone?

What was that for?

When you told me you hated me, it was pretty much the worst thing I had heard in a long time.

You can’t blame this on me!

You changed my life, you know that? You completely turned it around.

You do realize you’re dating a reformed womanizer, right?

You know this’ll never not be weird.

You know, I don’t know how I went so long without saying this, but you’re a real dick!

You know, we’re not meant to like each other, you and I.

You lost the right to my attention when you decided to leave without saying goodbye.

You’re a good person. And I need a little good in my life.

You’re not the least bit interested in why I’m here?

You’re supposed to trust that I’m nothing like him/her.

You’ll never have to worry about me again.

You’ve driven away every soul who has ever cared for you.

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He moved his hands over Kieran’s body, as he had done on countless nights before, and the slow flame began in his own chest, the memory of desire becoming the immediate present.  It burned in him.

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You’re in love with a beautiful boy and he drowns you. Your dreams are too heavy for him to hold when he breathes salt into your sorry wounds. He holds you under water until you’re numb and cold and shivering and he leaves you screaming in the dark. In the morning, he is gone.

You’re in love with a beautiful boy and he burns you. He begins at the skin, carefully with fumbling fingers and gravel teeth. You feel your bones drifting apart, one by one until nothing remains but the mess of scorched muscles you once called your heart. The place where he used to live is no longer.

You’re in love with a beautiful boy and he chokes you. Claws digging harshly in the skin around your throat, leaving bruises when morning comes. The words cut out of your mouth feel dry and rough. Unpolished. Crusted and flawed around the edges. You watch your mirror bloom cosmic reminders of your love. They spell his name all across your collarbone.

You’re in love with a beautiful boy and he kills you. He sticks his fingers inside until your skin bursts open and your bare bones are sticking out of your chest. His hands are coated with layers of all the blood you shed for him. He leaves a massacre behind and you bleed yourself dry. You’ll never be able to wash yourself clean again.

This is your funeral.

Sun Hymns | r.m published in Sunblind

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*     elora   /

you could stay. those three words unleashed so much emotion within her soul that she was practically undone at the seams. bottom lip quivered as the urge to cry out grew strong. elora wanted nothing more than to jump into the male’s arms whom she once loved so dearly, and to feel his gentle fingertips running down her naked form over and over again. however, things were different now — he was different now, and the female struggled with accepting this new person that stood before her. ‘do you …’ she struggled to find the words, her voice trembled with emotion. ‘even remember anything?’ 

                   For a moment, he thought ... what an oddity, her broad question. Did she mean before he became a prisoner of Faerie? Or the pain and glory surrounding the hunt? He remembered her. The way her hair smelled of honey and cedarwood. Her laugh, the gentle high pitched sound whenever she found genuine amusement in something he did or said. He once lived for that sound. It grew faint over the last five years he spent apart from her, however. Though, sometimes he thought he could still hear it. Like he could still hear the wind of the Wild Hunt, the sounds of Gwyn’s horn resounding. ‘ Of course I do, ‘ he confesses to her. ‘ I recall more than you think. Alas, it is puzzling I admit to decrypt what is real apart from what is not. I spent many years tortured by my memories. At some point, even the hallucinations felt candid. If you’re wondering whether I remember loving you, I do. ‘ But now, he also loved another. Someone he left behind in the Wild Hunt, someone who he still could not forget.

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*     elora   /

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eyebrows creased together in surprised confusion at the male’s apology. elora pressed her lips together for a moment as she found the right words to speak. ‘mark, i can’t even begin to imagine what you’ve been through, but i know it was far from pleasant.’ he had the scars to prove it. ‘you don’t have to apologize to me — i understand.’ it was extremely hard to look at him and have to tell herself that his heart did not belong to her anymore. ‘i should probably go and help julian tuck the kids into bed, they’ve had a long day.’ she flaunted a fragile smile in the other’s direction. ‘have a good night.’

           Consider him glad she could not imagine it. He would not wish the pain he felt during the Hunt unto her nor anyone else he loved and cherished so profoundly. She was once a daisy to him, a beautiful sunshine flower. At least, that’s how Mark remembered her. Every night before he fell asleep, he’d say her name along with his siblings’, pin hers to the brightest star in the inky black sky. Her radiant smile he knows he’s missed alas, he’s failed to ignite since he’s been back in her graces. “You could stay,” he suggested. The words seemed to spring of their own accord, before tumbling from his flustering mouth without his permission. Perhaps, his heart knew something his brain did not.