always have and always will

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ABOUT BLUE || Did the twin flame bruise paint you blue?

CHARACTER BASICS

NAME: Blue Sweeney

AGE: Thirty-One

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Man, He/Him

FACE CLAIM: Dylan O’Brien

EYE COLOR: Brown

HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown

HEIGHT: 5′11″

DATE OF BIRTH: March 17th

ZODIAC SIGN: Pisces

LEVEL OF EDUCATION: N/A

OCCUPATION: TBD

HOMETOWN: New York

SPECIES: Werewolf

RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION: Jewish

CHARACTER HISTORY [TW MENTION OF MURDER, ASSAULT]

Named after the hue he was colored in, Blue was born blue at 5:03 AM under humming hospital lights. The Sweeneys were meant to endure, almost to a fault, and he pushed through. It seemed, however, that this wouldn’t be his only brush with death. The Sweeney’s were part of an organization where the moment they took their first breath, it was encapsulated in an oath to protect the mortal, the innocent, and the mundane. Part of a hunting organization, their philosophies focused around the survival of humanity in a world that was slowly becoming overrun by the damned. 

Blue was raised alongside many children, typically ushered after school into trainings that ran far past any typical child’s bedtime. Dark rings lived around his eyes, but it was hard to find sleep when you were told that nothing good ever happened when the sun went down. His parents served on the council and did all they could to make up for the fact that their children seemed meek, but it was the way they made them. They didn’t want them on the front lines, or on a chair at that round table that put a target on their back. They wanted them alive. With his sister born deaf, he became her keeper and her protector. 

Blue and his sister were thick as thieves, but something changed when Blue was of age to go out on hunts. There was a need to fend for himself and step away from the protection of his parents’ name, and he pushed past expectation to meet whatever sense of honor he was suppose to carry. He excelled alongside the other children of the Elders, a promise just as much as a threat of a new generation that would soon take over when the time came. By twenty-five, Blue was studying in his parent’s shadow every inner working of the group and how to lead in the day their children would take charge. 

While Blue may have been a perfect soldier, he was still human. Mistakes came with desires, and despite the need for rest, he went into town and away from the corner of the town he grew up in to go to the city. He looked to not fear the dark in the present of bright florescent lights, and found a different hunger under the moon’s bright. There he met a man that he’d run off with at any given moment, and soon enough, even sneak him into the compound he lived in only to help him jump away when the sun came up. 

But all good things came with a price, and fate would be cruel. The man he’d come to care for was a untriggered wolf and his pack knew of Blue’s affiliation, and in turn, followed the wolf back to the compound to attack. The Sweeney’s, along side most of the organization, were killed. The pack suffered loss, but not like Blue. In hopes of his survival, the young wolf turned Blue despite his wishes against losing who and what he was. 

PRESENT DAY 

It’s been nearly two years since the attack, and Blue is still in denial of what he’s become. He reconciled with the wolf that turned him and as they ran away from the scene of the massacre, they’ve only found more strife. They searched for a pack but there was no denying Blue’s previous vows with the brandings he carried. They’d be alone, a set of two that was still weak on its own. 

Blue never turned away from his philosophies from being a hunter and to this day, still hunts supernaturals even if he reels them in under a guise of trust as one of their own. His partner found out, only to come to one compromise. Blue would track down the rest of his former pack, those who slaughtered his family, and end the cycle once and for all. Then, he’d find peace and he’d stop. 

PERSONALITY

He’s got dark and dry humor, but it’s what he allows himself in order to lie low. He doesn’t want to be the chaos he once was, but it lingers behind his eyes. Anyone can see he’s more than what he lets himself be.

He’s snarky and witty, and he’s a hard worker. He’s very diligent but it seems that he doesn’t put his effort where he should at times.

He’s very quiet at first but when you get him talking, that shell is broken and left to rot.

HEADCANONS

He knows ASL from his sister. 

He’s grown a beard since leaving New York state and shaved his hair down.

He had a few tattoos here and there.

Aesthetics: the smell of sage tinted with the burning crinkle of the end of a cigarette in the dark, the ripple of flashing lights in a club over skin dripping in a cold sweat meant to make yourself slip out of the grasp of consequence with ease, the crack of a pill between teeth and the pinch of your cheek in between where a sweet coating mixes with the taste of blood, morning breath swallowed by a glass of watered down whiskey from the night before, laughter lines that split a face deeper than bloody knuckles.

His hunting group has a branding on their back and a set of ranking tattoos along their collarbone. The branding is a sun pointed downward into an upside down moon with a sword serving as the trunk of a tree in the middle of the design. The roots grown downward and come to a point. This is done as scarification at adolescence in his group. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS 

His sister who is still alive and knows he was turned, looking to murk him

Members of the pack that killed his hunting group

People he’s sussing out as supernaturals

Witches he makes deals with, most likely potions to sedate himself if he can during full moons

Other werewolves who can be suss of two lone wolves in town, he’s been there for only three months!

Maybe someone who recognizes the hunter’s mark 

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lydiasweeney:

rippedhalos:

“Do you remember anything?” Fionn asked Blue as the two trudged through the dirt and mud, looking for any sign of his favorite sweatshirt, “something that stands out, that can be recollected?” Shifting in the full moon was hard and the toll it took on the body was too much for even himself. Other than the shear pain and discomfort it was hard to recall anything the night of. With a small promise they had made to each other, they would stay together as best as they could on those nights, but last night their promise was broken and they became enthralled for the night.

Fionn tried to track his and Blue’s scent, but his senses were getting scrambled from the amount of beings that trekked through the forest, “why did you even wear my jacket?” Fionn asked, irritated, “weren’t you pissed at me last night?” He glared at the other, knowing the night apart didn’t assuage the anger he had twelve hours ago. The fighting became more frequent for the two of them. There was a raging storm inside him, one caught between his feelings for Blue and worry for his kind. Blue was on a rampage, searching for vengeance and vindication that Fionn knew would never come.

“Fine,” he yelled, moving in the opposite direction in hopes that they could find his sweater quicker and leave. His mind was still tired from last night and he wanted to crash for just a little while before the bullshit began again.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on edge as his ears heard a twig snap under the weight of someone’s shoe. Not Blue, their gait was different, they didn’t hit the ground as heavy as Blue. “Blue,” he breathed out, his body tensed as he turned around. @lydiasweeney

Lydia was out scouting on her own in werewolf territory. Sweat beaded on her brow as she trekked quietly through the forest, eyes peeled for any signs of movement. Fionn was her target but she wouldn’t hesitate to put anyone down who she thought might be a werewolf. She had a vendetta against them now that several had taken out her entire family but none like the one she held for Fionn as she put him responsible for the end of her family. 

Holding on tight to the memories she held with each individual member, it was sheer luck that she came upon the footsteps when she did. Following them just behind a line of trees, she stiffened when he came into view ahead of her. Pulling the bow from behind her, she was tempted to just shoot then but there was another piece of her that wanted him to see her when she did so, to know why he was about to die at her hands. 

Moving out from the tree line, Lydia could make out the way he stiffened but didn’t hear the name he’d uttered as he was too far for her to hear. Bow drawn, string held tight in her fingers, she kept aim on him as he turned. Her face wasn’t triumphant or arrogant at having caught him. Instead, she looked broken and weary, no pretenses or mask on her face at having him caught. “You know who I am?” She asked, voice breaking and raw. “I’m Lydia Sweeney.” She answered her own question, not wanting to pretend that she thought she was important enough to him to remember. “You’re the reason my family is dead…” Breathing deeply, she righted herself and tightened her fingers on the bowstring, pulling it back and aiming true. “And I’m avenging them today.” @feignedhues

Something different clouded his senses. Its scent was reminiscent, but hardly from an abandoned trail. It hung itself in the air and hardly wavered. Blue had come to know that when he couldn’t escape it, he wasn’t alone. Stalled in his tracks, he listened for the interruption of breath and the crackle of leaves that fell away from Fionn’s usual pattern. It was hard to pick it out from between the wind’s howl, the rustle overhead, and the fluttering of the wild life they intruded upon but Blue listened as best he could.

It was a jolt he almost couldn’t control, a race of his heart that resonated with the rest of his body that followed along almost instantly. His hand went from his side, to his hip, and then from behind his head and forward as he threw the weapon straight down the path he’d taken. The knife cuts through the air and stings his ears as he focuses on the journey of its aim and follows it swiftly. When he finds it, and the pieces fall together, Blue can’t find the breath he needs. It’s caught in his throat and for a moment, he can’t decide if what he sees is wrong or right.

“Lydia!”

It rips through him, splices every one of his own senses and leaves him gasping. Her name rakes the back of his throat and pierces the space between his ears as it rings over and over again. If she’s real, she’ll hear him this time–– she has to. He almost tries to will it, but he doesn’t get any closer. The only movement is the heavy fall of his chest, and his gaze moving from Fionn and back to the one person he hadn’t even gotten the chance to bury. 

@rippedhalos​

[dylnsohbrien]

“I had to see you.” 

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rippedhalos​:

Fionn hoped to calm the other wolf, hoping that there was still time to walk about from a mess that may be created at their hands. He wondered why he helped Blue find those that did this to them, to take down his own kind. Maybe it was because they took something from him too. It was delusional to think that he could go through life without turning, but when he was able to rip himself from his family, he thought it could happen. Then, his found family took him in with the promise that eventually he’d join their ranks, but still he didn’t want it. Especially after he met Blue.

None of it mattered. They ended up making the decision for him.

“Because other than the awful, grating noises they call laughs and spilling of beers, they haven’t done anything,” he reminded Blue that being an asshole wasn’t a crime, just a nuisance. “And do I need to remind you why we’re here? Why we need to lay low?” A promise he hadn’t wanted to fulfill, but Blue forced his hand. A small vow to assuage the other’s guilt and anger left Fionn a wreck with no way out and all he wanted now was rest.

He could barely hear him, fixation like a needle and thread to those who he’d been pulled off of. The others knew better than to proceed within the bar, but they had faith Blue would push hard enough that they could get away with a brawl inside. At Fionn’s bark, Blue managed to silence the roar of blood in his ears to push himself outside. His feet carried him farther than he intended, but it was the yell that ripped out of his throat that surprised it. It left his voice raw, scraping every syllable when he turned to face him

“They’re just like them,” He whispered but it was caught in a hiss. “They’re just like them, Fi. How many times had we seen them out the streets, in the clubs, in the bars back home and they acted that same way? And we didn’t do anything about it. If we had, my family would still be here. How many times have you heard people like them talk about the terrible things they would do, about the things they’ve done that they toasted to? You heard them now! They’re just as bad and they don’t even need to have the bite or anything else. They’ll only get worse, so why let them? I cannot have anymore people on my conscience because I wanted to lay low. I apparently lie low enough because I ended up burying everyone I knew because we weren’t careful enough.”

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maundcr​:

the  intensity  in  which  jemma  rolled  her  eyes  almost  gave  her  a  headache.  they  were  almost  too  alike,  despite  the  glaringly  obvious  (  to  jemma,  at  least  )  fact  of  his  severely  under-appreciated  lunar  influence,  something  she  would  quite  literally  kill  to  have.  but  she  was  a  coward,  couldn’t  bring  herself  to  senselessly  kill  someone  outside  of  wishing,  hoping  that  the  situation  would  show  itself  to  her  like  it  had  with  her  siblings.

“oh,  i  still  have  a  choice?”  she  interrupted  with  a  humorless  chuckle,  shaking  her  head  as  she  listened  to  him.  it  was  the  same  thing  she’d  heard  from  every  poor  old  werewolf,  someone  who  already  had  what  she  craved  so  desperately.  whatever  she  would  lose  would  mean  nothing  if  only  she  could  gain  the  feeling  of  belonging,  something  she’d  lost  the  moment  she  became  the  only  barclay  with  no  blood  on  their  hands.

“that’s  easy  for  you  to  say.  when  have  you  ever  felt  like  an  outsider  with  your  own  family?  can’t  be  angry,  or  sad-  what  do  you  have  to  be  angry  or  sad  about?  you  haven’t  killed  anyone,”  jemma  recited,  condescending  tone  as  she  spoke  to  him  the  things  she’d  been  told  before,  “i’m  sorry  we  don’t  spend  enough  time  with  you,  jem,  your  brothers  and  sister  just  need  more  of  our  attention  ‘cause  of  what  they’re  going  through.  you  just  wouldn’t  understand.”  the  bottom  of  the  tequila  bottle  slamming  down  onto  the  bar  barely  caught  attention  of  others  around  them,  the  music  drowning  out  their  conversation  to  anyone  near.

“do  you  know  how  many  full  moons  i  spent  alone?  i  had  all  of  them  until  i  had  no  one.  it  was  just  me,  in  an  empty  house  all  by  myself,”  she  recalled  each  night  of  every  month  when  the  full  moon  would  present  itself,  anger  flaring  her  nostrils  and  nails  digging  into  the  palm  of  her  fist.  “and  everyone  treats  me  like  i’m  crazy  for..  for  wanting  to  feel  included.”

“And so you want to understand what it’s like to carry that burden?”

The scoff that leaves him is hard to swallow and he just barely managed to catch it on the rim of his glass. He lets it burn against the alcohol, but all he’s done is loosen the knots on what’s better left unsaid. 

“I know what it’s like, even if its for different reasons,” Blue said with a shake of his head. “It’s all the same in the end. Good or bad, you want to be apart of their values to be included. They’re all you know, so their world is yours, and you have to find a way to belong in it so you’ll do anything. At least they know what parts of it aren’t worth it, Jemma. They’re trying to warn you. Listen to them, because I didn’t and Ive regretted it every day since.”

He was the weaker link in his hunting order, and he knew it. Yet, it had been a choice after the lessons he’d listened to over and over again had become nothing but those of false prophets. They were beliefs pressed on to the tongues of those appointed to share them that rolled off with little thought, emotion worn down. Blue had turned away from it, and because of that, he’d take on the consequence. He would let his guard down and he’d take them all with his mistake. He wanted to belong in the wrong world, the one where ignorance was intoxicating. They told him he never could because of creatures like the ones Jemma wanted to give into so badly. 

“Misery loves company, but at what cost?” He asked her. “Just to say me too? I’ve got a hundred burdens, but the one that you want? That’s the worst because of everything else it’s brought me.”

He kept everyone at arms length now, but Blue could feel him desperate to warn her. The alcohol had made the walls he put up soft and malleable enough for him to confess.

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ofxrosepetals​:

HMMM she wasn’t sure if that was all everything, yet, he had his own reasoning for being out here. “I agree with that, most people like to learn of others.” and by that she meant that people , hunters , whoever, tend to dig into the lives of others. “if you want something hidden, better hide it well.” she looks over at him. “are you passing through, or planning on stay here?”

“Just passing through,” Blue seemed to assure her, alongside himself. They’d been in town longer than they should have but every lead he followed went cold. “This place doesn’t have the best real estate.”

That came with a smirk, and a soft kick of the gravel on the floor in front of him. He’d follow the path he made for himself later on and decipher his surroundings under a different light. He was hardly convinced anything during the day was as mundane at night fall. 

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atdxwnbreak​:

Then what’s stopping you?

Why doesn’t she just go for the werewolf’s neck already? Hmm. The more valid answer, and the one Leighton was tempting to spell out, was something like ‘well, your sister probably wouldn’t like me anymore’. But alas, the vampire found restraint and kept that to herself. If Blue needed any more reason to probably slam her onto the bar counter, that may just be the trigger. And she looked far too good that night for her hair to be dunked into leftover beer puddles.

Leighton just couldn’t hold back the bewildered laugh. “Tired of being a big bad wolf already?” she mocked, pulling out her phone and beginning to catch up on messages or scroll through social media, as if a further attempt to reflect how uninteresting he was compared to anything else at the moment. “You know,” they continued with a huff. “Desperation doesn’t look good on you.”

“Too bad I wasn’t turned like you. Maybe then I’d have enough time to learn how to hide it,” He says, lips pressed thin in a clench of his jaw. He reached forward, interjecting personal space to wave down a bartender for another round. Pointing to his drink and Leighton’s, he asked, “Can I get another on both of these–– on their tab, thanks.”

Leaning against the counter, Blue stayed there. He should have known better than to let himself not just get this sloppy, but this devoid of his senses on his own. It come to bite him, he knew it, but for once he could focus on one feeling at a time even if it was just Leighton’s company. 

“Why Ashwick?” He asked. It was chance that he’d run into them again, but there seemed to be a pull to his past and his present within city limits. He had yet to decide if it was a good thing or a bad one, though he was leaning towards the latter. “Of all places, why here?”

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ofnightwind​:

he thinks more on blue words,   the thought in itself lingers through the quiet space between them.    truth be told,   he didn’t give much care to the werewolves,   a few of them dropping off the radar affected him none though he wasn’t about to give anything away for free and blue certainly knew it;    offering something extremely tempting and could provide quite useful to himself and the twins’ endeavors.     ❛ ❛     i know a couple.    even some omegas unless you’re only interested in the pack in particular.     ❜ ❜      the vampire remarks casually,     breadcrumbs if you will,    to keep blue’s interest piqued.     ❛ ❛     and i’ll give it to you.   however,   here’s my request to the deal.   actually,   call it less of a request and more of a…   requirement.   if i need anything⸺     and i do mean anything,   involving magic,   you’re to get it.   no questions asked.   i don’t care how you get it,   you get it.    will that be a problem ?     ❜ ❜

“You’re putting words in my mouth, Nick,” He scoffed, halting the details of the other’s end of their bargain. “I told you what resources I have, and I will get what I can through them. You know what I can get my hands on, so don’t creative to sever the deal with an impossible request. You do that, and it’s more than just my ass on the line. You’re left with an empty haggle and no way to get your hands on what no one else has. It’s a shitty price for a power play.”

Blue had never divulged into the matters of the council of his hunting order, negotiation included. He feigned interest only to build enough faith to be sent on missions far. If anything, he played with the ideas of running away more than once. He was on his own now like he wanted, wasn’t he? He’d have to find a way to pay for it by staying alive as long as he could, and he learned along the way how to make a deal without knotting a noose eager to please. 

“I don’t care about omegas unless they’ve been casted out,” He said. “If you know any like that, I can be motivated to get you what you need faster than anyone else trying to make a deal.”

He chose his emphasis with care, twisting desire with a deliberation he’d witnessed more than once. At this point, what did Blue have to lose if this didn’t work out? He hadn’t come clean to Fionn that this was more than just the end of his retaliation–– it could be the end of so much more if that’s what it took to satisfy it. He didn’t care what happened to him.

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open to: lydia sweeney & fionn callaghan | @lydiasweeney​ & @rippedhalos​ location: crescent’s peak

There were two reasons they were walking along what had gained a reputation for werewolf territory. One was that the last full moon would have had enough wolves running up and down the boulder to leave a strong enough scent to track, and two––

Blue had lost his favorite sweatshirt the night before.

Correction–– Blue has lost Fionn’s favorite sweatshirt that he stole.

Despite their best efforts, Blue had escaped the bounds of their full moon restraints more than once. They either locked themselves in too late to avoid suspicion, didn’t tighten the chains enough, one got out before the other, and the list went on. Their only saving grace was that Blue usually ran straight for the woods. His skin even crawled against the town’s supernatural residents when he was on all fours, and instinct drove him just outside the city limits. This time, though, a fight had left them separated and Blue had been on his own. Unable to shackle himself as the transformation was already in place, he’d done what he could to get as far from the town as he could. 

He remembered the attempt to save his clothes, and he insisted they were out by Crescent’s Peak. Two tasks, one boulder if they played their cards right. 

“Fi, I’m gonna go up. I can still pick up my own scent this way. Maybe I got farther than I th––” Blue looked back to him, a safe distance between to not overwhelm his senses while tracking suddenly losing its benefit. He went to shout back at him, wondering if he wandered too far to even catch the last of his words, but something held him back. 

Another scent, one familiar, invaded the area. Blue couldn’t define it but he felt a lurch in his stomach to be weary. Carefully, he retraced Fionn’s steps to see where they parted. 

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misdirecteddimes​:

“You’re saying that like there’s something I haven’t seen before beneath these sheets.” Greyson was laughing and despite his best friend’s warning he continued to shift until he was finally comfortable against the mattress. Fresh from a night out it was clear he wouldn’t be getting any sleep alone, the heat in the room working against him as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. Blue was someone who’d been around for large amounts of Greyson’s life, mostly drunken, but it was safe to say he became someone to count on. Though they were separated for a while, every time they met their friendship seemed to continue where it left off. 

The friendship has been proven to withstand a lot, though there were a lot of new parts that Greyson could still barely wrap his head around. His friend had disappeared for a while, leaving him behind to focus on his family and his new found powers. His werewolf side was unstable, fueled by rage he preferred to keep tucked away and pretend wasn’t there at all. When he was with Blue it seemed more manageable, to the point where he could push it away like it didn’t exist at all and focus on the glow of neon lights. He rolled on his back and stared up at the ceiling, slowly turning his head toward the man beside him. “Can’t sleep either?”

Blue searched for the hem of his pants under the sheets, pulling them up and then doing the same with his body from the bed. He could feel some relief when he freed himself from the sheets, a prison where he knotted himself into a single thought until it became a fever. A breath left his chest easier now, but Blue kept his back turned to Greyson. 

“No,” He confessed. “Everything’s always too loud, or too quiet. If we don’t––” Blue caught himself, limiting his truth to certain things. Greyson didn’t need to know why they settled on this town, or what his promise to Fionn was. One last kill, one more triumph for revenge, and then he’d be done. Running into Greyson had been by chance, and it added some hesitation to follow his plan. Could he really be giving things a chance? “–– If we don’t get a good deal on a better place, we’re not gonna last long here.”

[dylnsohbrien]

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atdxwnbreak​:

The vampire rolled her eyes at the comment. “Work in my favor, huh? Thank you so much for looking out because I totally asked,” Leighton sneered in return, continuing to sip at her drink. From the corner of her eye, she began watching Blue again, noting that he did seem to be drunk, even if he wasn’t being the loud type about it. It made her smirk, thinking about how easy it really would be to just take him out that night. Not that she would have any trouble otherwise, or so she liked to think.

“That would insinuate you’re fun,” they quipped, putting emphasis on the last word. “Don’t flattery yourself. You’re not that interesting, even with that bite.” Though in actuality, if Leighton really was disinterested in the interaction, she would’ve left by now. But perhaps the urge to continue being petty was too strong for her instincts to ignore.

“Then what’s stopping you?”

The question hit the air like a catalyst. Blue’s body went cold for the first time in a long time, a silence of the rush of blood that always seemed to roar. There wasn’t a single moment of silence. All Blue could do was make sure the rest of the world was loud as his thought so he could try and ignore them, that they could drown out every impulse that wrapped around his throat until he gave in. 

He was numb, and every lesson he’d been taught finally put to rest that night. This was close to who he was before as he could be. Dull and slurred around the edges softened every sharpened point left to snag itself on the world when he was put back together that night. 

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rippedhalos​:

Fionn was pushed aside in favor of Blue’s new fondness for the anger that rushed through him so easily. Blue was quick to respond and even quicker to throw the punches, while Fionn attempted to keep him calm, failing as seconds ticked by. Fionn blamed himself for this: turning a hunter — a man who spent his entire life learning how to kill Fionn’s kind. He hoped he could go on without triggering himself, but a cruel twist of fate chose for him and sadly, Blue.

He sighed, setting down the ten on the bar top, knowing in a few moments they’d be forced to leave with the heads hung low. Things that were once normal in their lives had changed so quickly and he regretted every second of what happened. Fionn watched as Blue’s anger got the better of him, taking it out of the unsuspecting assholes, “enough Blue,” Fionn yelled back at him, hoping to interrupt the trance he was in.

“Let’s go,” it was not a question, something to be answered to. It was final because Fionn was finally done with tonight.

Blue hadn’t been the strongest willed in his ranks. He took the honor of his family’s name, and carried on only as a means to please him. If it was up to him, he’d take on the ignorance of those they swore to protect and turn a blind eye. He’d find a place where nature had yet to return to its twisted fantasies, and stay there until his time ended. The streets of New York and its bright lights, Vegas and its sweet wrongs, small towns and their charm–– he’d keep moving until he found the place, but he wouldn’t live for the vow he was forced to take.

Until now.

There was a vengeful taste born the day Fionn tried to save him, and Blue had yet to know how to swallow it away. It flooded his mouth every moment the teachings of the order were proven right in the face of his own weakness. 

Fionn’s yell rang in his ears, snapping Blue’s head back to face him. He was never full of hate until the day he was turned, and it took so much to break its hold on him when it did find him. His jaw clenched, teeth slammed together hard enough to crack. If they did, Blue couldn’t feel it under the hum of his body and the taste of blood that always remained. He turned away, door slamming shut behind him as he walked outside of the bar and into the quiet of the street. 

“Why?” Blue asked him. “Why do you skip over people like that? Mistakes happen to innocent people because of what we are, but the moment there’s someone who deserves it you shy away? That’s not right, Fi.”

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maundcr​:

prone  to  acting  upon  impulse  with  no  apparent  control  over  her  temper,  jemma  was  truly  her  father’s  daughter.  it  was  a  wonder  that  katya  kept  her  employed,  when  she  was  the  center  of  most  incidents  at  the  bar..  she  just  couldn’t  help  herself.  especially  when  there  were  people  like  blue,  tonight,  testing  her  patience  and  ability  to  put  her  feelings  aside.  sure,  all  he’d  done  was  forego  a  simple  please  and  forget  to  watch  his  tone,  but..  it  was  enough  to  set  her  on  edge.

and  so  she  watched  with  some  sick  sort  of  satisfaction  when,  as  rudely  as  he’d  demanded  it  in  his  clear  time  of  need,  blue  seemed  reluctant  to  take  the  shot  that  she’d  poured  for  him  and  down  it  in  front  of  her.  sure,  she  could’ve  pawned  him  off  to  some  other  bartender,  but  she  could  indulge  in  their  little  play  of  cat  and  mouse.

sucking  in  a  breath  with  a  cant  of  her  head,  her  lower  lip  jutted  out  in  a  pout  that  seemed  out  of  place  with  the  rest  of  her  features  lacking  emotion.  “you  seem  desperate,”  she  answered,  tone  of  faux  concern  as  her  gaze  traveled  between  blue  and  the  sloshing  of  liquid  as  she  twirled  the  bottle  of  cheap  liquor  in  her  hand.  “drinking  to  numb  the  pain?  what’s  wrong  with  our  big  blue  wolf,  hm?”

“What’s right?” He asked, tossing the catalyst of her question back at her. It would leave the scales balanced at nothing but an emptiness. He was certain that Jemma had no answer for him, the same way he lacked the will to confess. Blue would need a little more than three shots to get there. 

Still, he bit. There was some truth to be offered, but no more than a semblance of the same song and dance he’d fed her before. It was endless circle of the same sentiment, but it was what happened when dogs chased their own tails. 

“Can you blame me?” He asked, scoff hitting the back of his throat harder than any burn of the liquor. It was bitter, taking the breath right out of him. With a shake off his head, he kept on. “You’ve still got a choice, Jemma. I’m telling you it’s not worth it. Mundane life isn’t as boring as you think. Whatever you want to call this, it’s not what it’s cut out to be. You’re not gonna find freedom, or some inner strength, or some ability to say no and mean it. Everything is yes–– to the right, to the wrong, to your first thought before you can even consider. It’s not worth it.”

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atdxwnbreak​:

It was quite possible that Blue was ignoring half the things she was saying, but nonetheless, she kept going. “Oh, I have an abundance of self control, Blue,” Leighton responded simply. “It’s how I prevent the murders of many exasperating people every day.” Seriously, Leigh encountered many people on a daily basis, most of which made her want to rip the planet a part with how annoying they were. So, she was being the ‘bigger person’ by keeping it cool and not ripping them a part like she totally had the means to do.

“–Wolfsbane. Want some?” they chirped with another faux smile. The delight that seemed to spill from her tone made it seem like she had been wanting to say that for a long time to a werewolf. To some, it would’ve just been a tease, and to others, it may have sounded more like an actual threat. Right now? Perhaps it was both, if that were possible. 

“Maybe out of city limits,” He sneered, still lacking any faith in Leighton’s control. “People don’t shit where they sleep, so it would probably work in your favor to not slaughter your neighbors.”

Her words lingered, but as far as Blue knew, any poisoning would have failed if they gave in. Aside from the sting of liquor and a burn from too many salt rims on his lips, he was no more than drunk and a poor state at that. He’d regret it in the morning when whatever semblance of a hangover hit that his body had yet to heal itself from. 

“You’d really want to put me out of my misery that fast?” He asked them. “I expected you to have a little more fun first.”

[seravph]

Mitski, cop car / art by @ink-the-artist / Nicole Dollanganger, dog teeth

[feignedhues-archived]

ofxrosepetals​:

IT WASN’T LIKE SHE WASN’T FRIENDLY, he just happened to get to a point where she just didn’t want to banter. she didn’t believe in the whole, vampire vs werewolves. whatever started that, really needed to be put to rest. it was a nice day out, and she really just wanted to spend it relaxing. she didn’t have to work a shift tonight. whether it was intentional or not, their paths cross often.

“exploring, I’ve been here for a few years, can’t say I’ve seen it all.” she states with a shrug. though now that he had asked her that , she asked the same in return “what are you doing here?”

"Just getting my bearings,” He said, but innocence of wandering the town was only slightly different from her confession. Blue wasn’t only fulfilling a curiosity when he started down this way. He was looking into every corner to trace not only his steps, but those he was hoping to find in Ashwick. This was him mapping a trap, and mapping an escape for when the time came to strike. “This place isn’t as small as it makes itself out to be. Everyone’s in each other’s business, but there’s still a lot that it keeps to itself.”