YOUR HEART GOT TEETH

𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖎'𝖒 𝖘𝖔 𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝖎𝖋 𝖎'𝖒 𝖈𝖞𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖘 𝖎 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎'𝖒 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊

[fullofchemicals]

#FULLOFCHEMICALS ⸻   a private, single muse blog for 𝖉𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖓 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔩𝔬𝔴.

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[thisis--mj]

[videog4mes]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHORROR, DARK, MACABRE QUOTES FOUND ON PINTEREST. – please change pronouns and verbiage as needed. 

the air itself is filled with monsters.

how odd it is to be haunted by someone still alive.

if you can't wake up from the nightmare, maybe you're not asleep.

my own death does not frighten me. but yours? oh, that is my greatest, deepest fear.

i am the monster you created.

you and i both know this ends in blood.

we all go a little mad sometimes.

it takes a monster to destroy a monster.

the horror you committed is not who you are.

hell is empty and all the devils are here.

feel like making a deal with the devil?

the nightmares haven't stopped. i'm not sure what's real anymore.

not even death can save you from me.

not all demons live in hell.

if you need me, i will be in my coffin.

the creepier, the better.

destroying everything seems like the best option.

your hands are scarred from murder, and yet, i trust them completely.

i am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

[fullofchemicals]

i am so stupid i did not realize asks were off on this blog. pls forgive me.

[aperturcs]

everything still felt wrong to him. the world was moving slower and he could see too much shit. he couldn't focus on anything, even when he stared straight ahead at one thing. it was too much.

his head was pounding and his gums hurt. all he wanted to do was go to sleep. he had probably taken something bad and once he could sleep, he'd be fine. that's what he kept telling himself as he tried to find his own way home, stumbling through the streets.

somewhere deep down, he knew it was something else though. he didn't really remember the last 24 hours and didn't think he had gone out tonight, but the time all blended together and he couldn't focus long enough to remember.

he didn't sense anyone coming up behind him - at least not that he noticed. the hair on the back of his neck stood up and his stomach clenched, but he ignored it, brushing it off as a side effect of whatever he had taken tonight? the night before?

but then there was a voice behind him and he jumped about a foot in the air, spinning to look at the person, upper lip curled up in a snarl that showed off fangs he hadn't let himself believe that he had yet. "what are you talking about?" how did he know that taylor had taken something? "i mean i feel rough," he's just more confused now, searching damien's face for answers. "i dunno, i just woke up in a hotel and felt like shit. i must have taken something. i left with this guy." he's babbling, trying to put the pieces together for himself. "i don't know."

[fullofchemicals]

oh. it must've been RECENT. taylor clearly had no idea. for a second, his expression went strangely blank. unreadable – he was somewhere else entirely. back in the dark; back to the moment he'd realized something inside him had changed forever. the fear hit him all over again, sharp and familiar. if there was any mercy in the world, whoever had done this to taylor was nothing like the thing that had done it to him. damien swallowed hard and forced himself back into the present. back to taylor. his hand found the back of his neck automatically as he caught sight of the fangs. he already knew, of course. he'd smelled it, but seeing them made it real in a different way. "hey." his voice was quieter now. "it's probably really loud right now, right?" he tilted his head slightly, watching him carefully. not like he was afraid of him – like he was worried about him. "are you hungry?" a beat. "like, actually hungry." damien shifted his weight. "because i remember that part." the corner of his mouth twitched, but there wasn't much humor in it. "felt like i was losing my mind."

[fullofchemicals]

continued for taylor (@aperturcs) !!

he grinned, all fangs and a sharpness that he couldn’t get rid of – not anymore – but there was an unmistakable tenderness underneath it, too. “full princess treatment,” he agreed, laughing. there was something about taylor that made him feel at ease. his gaze followed taylor’s to the door of the bar, and he turned back to him with raised brows, only to be met immediately with an expression that damien was weak to. he smiled, shrugging. “sounds fun. let’s do it.” the vampire tilted his head – he was embarrassingly easy when it came to taylor. “you being bored is a crime against society.” his boots hit the ground immediately, and he reached his hand out. “come on. don’t worry, i’ll be there to help if you start to lose your mind anyway.”

[neglectsintuition]

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He could look all he wanted; she encouraged it — a ruby dress that hugged every curve, her signature black leather jacket, and velvet pumps that had been weathered with time. Most of her wardrobe effortlessly transformed from day to night. Minnow never spent money where unnecessary. Besides, when her uniform was her underwear more often than not, it basically paid for itself.

Minnow wondered if he’d act on the magnetic pull anchored in her chest. His eyes raged wildfire, but he held back. Why? While Damien had a darkness running through his stare, it was backed by an unusual gentleness. She stood calmly in his court in a game of chess. An eyebrow perked above her eye — your move.

And move he did, closing the final few feet to catch her lips. Minnow moved instinctually with a hand hanging from his hip and her thumb brushing over where his belt met skin. The other had found his scapula, along with a handful of fabric; what had been building made the cacophony of desperation and desire palpable. She pulled back just enough to where her lips still brushed against his when she spoke. “See — I knew you had it in you,” Minnow praised him, followed by her teeth pulling in his kiss once again.

[fullofchemicals]

her words sent heat crawling across his face, and he laughed breathlessly, shaking his head. this was a terrible idea. he didn't want to hurt her – he kept telling himself that, but the longer she stood there, the harder it became to remember why. his hands rested at her hips, and he could feel everything. the warmth of her skin. the steady rhythm of her pulse. the living, breathing proof that she was human and he was not.

the heartbeat was the worst part – it echoed through him. each beat seemed louder than the last, calling to something ancient and ugly curled deep inside his chest. what a catastrophically bad idea. damien swallowed hard. he could smell her – not perfume. not shampoo. her. the rich scent of living blood beneath warm skin. it filled his lungs and settled somewhere behind his ribs, awakening a hunger he'd spent months trying to ignore. his fingers tightened involuntarily against her hips – a low growl slipped from his throat. his nose brushed her jaw before drifting lower, lingering at her throat. the pulse there fluttered wildly beneath delicate skin, and for a moment he simply listened – every instinct he possessed screamed at him. some told him to run. the others told him to feed. catastrophically bad idea!! his eyes slipped shut, then whatever fragile restraint he'd been clinging to finally gave way. the monster won. the moment his fangs pierced skin, the world seemed to stop. damien groaned softly, forehead pressing against her shoulder as relief crashed through him so suddenly it almost made his knees buckle and warmth flooded his senses.

[mythshire]

°☠*:·゚  𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐄𝐍𝐃 ··· a collection of survival instinct, found family, moral compromise & last days of humanity roleplay sentence starters. genre: apocalyptic, angst, hurt and comfort, life or death.

• How long has it been since you've seen another person? • You need to eat. I don't care if you're not hungry. • That's the last of the clean water. We have maybe three days. • Don't go out there. Not after dark. • I heard gunshots about two miles west. We need to move. • You're burning through supplies like we have somewhere to restock. • I can't remember what coffee tastes like anymore. • Show me your arm. • The radio's been silent for six days now. • I found a Polaroid in that house. Look—people used to smile like this. • We're not taking them with us. We barely have enough for ourselves. • You've been coughing for three days. Don't lie to me. • I think I saw smoke on the horizon. Could be a settlement. Could be a trap. • This is the fourth body we've found this week. • You want to talk about what happened back there? Or are we just going to pretend? • I'm not leaving you behind. I don't care what you say. • The fence has a breach. Something got through last night. • When was the last time you slept? And I mean actually slept. • You're rationing your own food to feed me, aren't you? • I can still hear the sirens sometimes. Even though they stopped months ago. • We can't stay here. This place is compromised. • I found batteries. Three AAs and a nine-volt. • You never told me what you did before all this. • That's a gunshot wound. Who shot you? • I haven't seen the sun in four days. This ash won't clear. • We're down to eleven bullets. Make them count. • I know what day it is. It's your birthday. • The last time I trusted someone, they stole half our supplies and disappeared. • You're running a fever. Sit down before you collapse. • I can't do this anymore. I can't keep watching people die. • We have to go back. I left something—someone—behind. • You've been talking in your sleep. About before. • I found a working generator. We could have power for a week, maybe two. • You're the only person left who knows my real name. • That smell means the bodies are close. Cover your mouth. • I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'm asking you to survive. • The coordinates led us here. There's nothing. It was all a lie. • How many people have you killed since this started? Don't lie. • We used to have rules. Remember that? • You took the last dose of antibiotics. That was for the kid. • I saw your hand shake when you raised that gun. You're not okay. • This is it. This is all that's left of the world. • I can't remember their face anymore. Isn't that terrible? • You're planning to leave, aren't you? I can tell. • We found a car with half a tank. That's a goddamn miracle. • You didn't have to kill them. They would have left. • I'm trying to remember what music sounded like. • This is the third night you've taken watch. You're going to get us killed. • The map stops here. Everything past this point is unmapped territory.

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE (2004) PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

demons don't make promises.

we just closed the shop.

ok. i'll be right there.

i hate fish.

you bugs better run before i bite your heads off!

i'm ready.

you've done enough work.

i know how to help you now.

just shut up.

i can't live like this.

as soon as this war is over, i shall return.

wait a second, you're all gonna eat while i do all the work?

i'm fatter than ever, yet the wind blows right through me.

it's gorgeous!

i'll look forward to your return, big boy.

don't come in here.

i'm sick of being treated like some timid little old lady.

i feel terrible, like there's a weight on my chest.

you see? your moustache scares all the girls.

i brought you some warm milk. want a sip?

do you know how hard it is to do things when you're old?

i can't believe it's come to this.

i've never once been beautiful in my entire life!

tell me what's happening.

hey, i'm over here.

i was in big trouble back there.

i'd appreciate it if you didn't torment my friend.

are you hurt?

i actually like living here.

i've got a bad cold, i don't want you to catch it.

i'm sure you have some kind of spell on you.

i want to know what you want.

can you lead me to him?

i'm afraid you will have to leave now.

that is not what i meant when i asked for a place to stay.

now whatever you do, don't look down.

how did you get to be so kind?

i never should have let her in here.

all our fish were caught fresh this morning.

don't worry. he only preys on pretty girls.

i'm just setting things up so that all of you can live a comfortable life.

i see no point in living if i can't be beautiful.

you're so eloquent today.

be gentle with me, please.

that's so strange.

what possessed you to let them in the house?

if you'd like to do me one more favor...

thank goodness you're here!

you girls are so mean.

i have this weird feeling that you're going to leave.

you ok? i mean, you smell terrible.

don't hold it against them, they're actually not all that bad.

some big help you're gonna be.

you live around here?

don't worry, i can cook.

i can't stand how scared i am.

i searched everywhere for you!

oh, no, i'm not lost.

i just need a glass of water.

you promise to help me if i help you?

leave me alone.

no, he's fine. he's just throwing a tantrum.

you'll forgive me, won't you?

that's good to know.

i know where i am.

i can't remember the last time we had a real breakfast.

i am strictly forbidden to offer such assistance.

what time do you get off?

so, you are going away?

my own kind attacked me today.

he's acting like a big baby.

i can't do this.

we have to try something.

you should go home anyway and tell your king to stop this dumb war.

i can't do it by myself.

let's get a better look.

hey, don't worry. the ring that i gave you will guide you back home.

i've never seen the ocean before! it's beautiful!

it's not funny.

go away! quit following me!

i've had enough of this place!

you've been sighing all day.

here. want some more?

strapping, young men are so difficult to deal with.

you get back here right now!

sometimes he likes to go away for days on end.

i love you. you have to stay.

do i look ok?

need anything else?

i can be of help to you.

you're gonna have a very hard time getting rid of that one.

someone's got a fire going.

i feel so at home.

you are so lucky.

are you in pain?

you were alone?

i was so thrilled to have finally found someone talented enough to replace me.

i have to rest a bit.

are we going for a stroll?

i did what i was told.

i'm not trying to outwit you.

don't you love early morning markets?

i'll stand guard out front.

wait, you can't come up here!

too bad i'm not younger, or i'd lend you a hand.

we can do this, just act natural.

have you ever been in love before?

do you have a kettle?

only idiots believe what they read in the paper.

i've never seen it so close!

it's time to put an end to this idiotic war.

just go inside, go to bed.

he doesn't need your help.

i barely recognize the place.

now i'm too scared to go out!

gross. i feel sick.

didn't i teach you better?

you really want it that badly?

i'm too old to be treated like this!

i don't care if you're a monster.

you must be tired.

hey. looks like a little mouse lost its way.

what a handsome man.

i kind of missed you guys.

it's your life, do something for yourself for once, will you?

do you really want to spend the rest of your life in that hat shop?

what? i can't fly,

thought i'd drop by rather than sit through a dull war meeting.

you're beautiful!

now i'm repulsive.

i could have sworn i locked that door.

what a tacky shop.

i'm afraid the king would find him completely useless.

you are a natural.

i hate potatoes.

i love it when you talk like that.

there's no need to thank me, you don't owe me a thing.

curses are tough.

are you crazy? i can't move

you're killing yourself.

i told you it would collapse.

what a dump.

it looks like your true love is in love with someone else.

how would you like a bucket of cold water in your face?

what do you think?

maybe there's a cabin nearby.

don't look at me.

what if i dump a bucket of water on you?

who are your guests?

let's go, girls.

i think you and i need to have a nice, long, heart-to-heart chat.

you're by far the tackiest thing here.

quit bothering me, i've got a job to do.

i didn't mean to make you wait this long.

it wasn't a dream.

come on in, it's time to eat!

look what you've done to my hair!

you've got quite a nasty spell on you too.

he's gone.

pay up.

there you are, sweetheart. sorry i'm late.

i don't know what's gonna happen, but i'm sure it won't be good.

i'm not taking any orders from you.

i'm gonna take good care of you.

i'd never seen such a gifted student.

are you listening?

i'm tired. make some hot water for my bath.

i am very sorry to hear that.

this charm will guarantee your safe return.

he's such a lazy son,

i'm sick of being stuck out here

it always looks like that.

don't you want to have some bacon and eggs?

what's going on?

what on earth were you up to?

all right. i better get going then.

are you kidding?

it seems everyone in this family's got problems.

how old are you, anyway?

i specifically ordered you not to get carried away!

i've always hated turnips, ever since i was little.

nobody wants to go to war.

she's even cuter when she's scared.

i need some breakfast.

why don't you just give up?

i spent a lot of time here by myself when i was young.

when i think castle, this is not what i picture.

of course he did. he was trying to steal your heart!

i bet he's some kind of demon.

it looks like it's gonna rain.

do you have to keep smoking that?

so. we've got a lot of work to do.

you'd be good at it.

wait for me!

i was looking everywhere for you.

that's my girl.

you need to be more careful.

why did you make me come here if you were coming yourself?

why don't you come out with us this time?

that boy is extremely dangerous.

don't get alarmed, but i'm being followed.

give him a piece of your mind.

i would never work for that witch!

i'm just going to the bakery.

i hope you and your new husband will be very happy.

you look so much older.

if you're a demon, how do i know i can trust you?

i just wanted to make sure that you were doing ok.

that was the most fun i've had in ages.

i got you some new clothes too, but you can open them later.

i missed you.

where are you going?

it's a trap.

if i ever get my hands on that witch, i'm going to wring her fat neck!

where to? i'll be your escort this evening.

i'll just stay in bed all day, so you go on.

you're gonna be fine.

we've got a good lead now.

what did you do?

do you really think i'd let a witch in here?

it's a present for you.

you're being so obedient.

i'm so sorry, but that would be confidential information.

well, the nice thing about being old is you've got nothing much to lose.

what will happen to you?

i better finish this, you go and have fun.

just keep following that light and you should be there before dark.

you're scaring me.

you're in love.

that was really kind.

i had him escort you here.

come on! you should feel sorry for me!

he was so kind to me.

told you we should've stayed put.

i better be going.

he must have been a wizard then.

looks like we have yet another addition to the family.

he's my errand dog.

she keeps staring at me, it's freaking me out.

don't give me that.

it's dangerous out there.

that is one bad curse.

did you hear what happened to that girl?

you obviously don't know what these people are like.

i'm getting angry.

what on earth happened to you?

so then, how are you feeling?

i should really get back to work.

you couldn't think of something a bit more useful?

[fullofchemicals]

[fullofchemicals]

for taylor (@aperturcs)) !!

he smelled him before he saw him, and immediately knew something was wrong. damien landed on the edge of a nearby rooftop, crouched low as he scanned the city below. lights glittered in every direction, painting the streets in gold and white, but he wasn't paying attention to any of it. he was looking for taylor – it only took a few seconds to find him, and then it clicked. oh. oh, shit. damien's brows furrowed. he dropped from the roof without another thought, landing soundlessly on the pavement below. that was one thing he'd never gotten used to. as a human, he'd always been quiet. now, he was practically a ghost. no heartbeat. no breathing. no footsteps unless he wanted them. he slipped closer. closer. close enough to see the tension in his shoulders. and because becoming a vampire hadn't cured him of being fucking weird, he hopped onto the railing beside him instead of standing like a normal person, balancing effortlessly in a squat. "hi." he tilted his head. for a moment, he just looked at him. then he winced. "um..." his hand waved vaguely in taylor's direction. "that's rough." another beat. "when did..." he trailed off, grimacing. "you know." his shoulders lifted in an awkward shrug. damien kept his distance because he wasn't sure how much of taylor he still was.

[redemptioninterlude]

alice is used to apologies! and damien is someone who's rage, who's core self, wasn't someone who knew how to control themselves. instinct, it seemed, reigned SUPREME, and for alice, who would often tell him it was fine, you can't help who you are, this is simple accepting a truth...

she's lived on the other side of dying, too often, or held those that did the same within her arms as they went. the truth had a COST, and all too often, she too lost sight of the effect that could have on the outside world until it was too late. until someone is already in her arms and coming apart, staring at him now as his hand pulled back, his frame seemed locked up with sorrow.

the blonde watches. he apologies, he says it isn't him, the tears, the REGRET that remained on the tip of his tongue, she wished she had it in her now to tell him it'd be alright, the way she knew he wanted. that she ought to tell him that now was the time to find his lover, to abscond into the night so that he wouldn't let this drown him before the night was up. but sgtained hands tell a different story. her own blue-eyed gaze, low. "... i know." it's the best she can give him. ".... i know. but now what? and what next?"

★— ATTN: @ofivorystreets

[fullofchemicals]

his heart hurt. blackthorne was dead, and somehow that almost made it worse – because look at what it had cost. he hurt his friend. he hurt minnow. ethan. cora. people he loved, people he cared about, people who deserved so much better than what he'd given them. and what was he supposed to say now? that it wasn't him? did that really matter? did it matter that he'd been under compulsion when he remembered every second of it? when he remembered what he'd done? when he remembered how it felt? when he remembered liking it? damien's stomach twisted. scarred hands rubbed at the back of his neck, rough fingers digging into tense muscle. he couldn't look at her. every time he tried, shame crawled up his throat and settled there like a stone. "i..." his voice cracked. he swallowed. "he – " even saying blackthorne's name felt wrong. felt dangerous. "he's dead," he managed quietly. "he can't make me do those things anymore." the words hung between them. damien stared at the floor. a part of him expected relief. freedom. something. instead, he just felt tired. "i'm not..." he stopped, jaw tightening. "i'm not gonna hurt ANYONE anymore." another swallow. "i CAN'T." his voice dropped to almost nothing.

[neglectsintuition]

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"Oh, is that all?" It brought amusement to her cheeks, her head tilting in observation of the man behind the music. There had been an image of who Damien Winslow was, but that wasn't the one standing before her. Though unfamiliar in comparison to who she'd seen perform moments earlier — this was better. Intrigue didn't come easily for a girl who saw people through a revolving door. He was unique. "And are you going to do something about that?" Minnow didn't mind making the first move. He was hot, she was hot; it seemed simple what should happen next. But it didn't. "Or we can keep playin' this game and see who wins." His adjustment whenever she got closer only made her curious to dig deeper until she hit molten lava. The heat already licked at her feet, and still, she paid the idea of regret no mind. "I've got nothin' but time, baby."

[fullofchemicals]

this was a bad idea. a CATASTROPHICALLY bad idea. his gaze lingered on her, and he swallowed hard. he didn't want to hurt her. that was the problem. every instinct in him was screaming that this could go wrong, that he could lose control, that he could become exactly the thing he'd spent his life fearing. but god, she was beautiful – and she smelled so good. the scent wrapped around him, warm and impossible to ignore. beneath it was something richer, something that made his mouth water despite himself. he could almost taste it already. damien's tongue dragged across the backs of his fangs, hidden behind closed lips, and he squeezed his eyes shut for half a second. it would be fine. his hand lifted to the back of her neck, fingertips brushing against soft skin. for a moment, he hesitated. then, before he could think better of it, he pulled her toward him. his lips crashed into hers. the kiss was desperate from the start, driven more by panic than confidence. if he focused on this – on her, on the feeling of her mouth against his – maybe he could ignore the hunger CLAWING at the back of his throat.

[fullofchemicals]

[loudbarks]

the sound lingered in the air between them even after she stopped singing, low enough now that it BARELY counted. frankie looked over slowly at the familiar shape of him; the camera, the warm grin, and the quiet way he slipped close without demanding space from them. centuries later, and damien still moved through her life like he BELONGED there. honestly, it was annoying. not him. well, SOMETIMES him. but mostly the fact that their voice had never worked on him the way it worked on everyone else. the first time she realized it, she’d been GENUINELY offended. suspicious, too. men didn’t just HEAR their songs. they drowned in them. damien had only smiled at her like he thought it was beautiful. which, unfairly, was WORSE. still, he made up for it by being sweet in ways that never felt forced; showing up with stories, photographs, and little fragments of the world held carefully in his hands. he looked at them with the same SOFTNESS mortals usually only managed once they were already halfway ruined by the songstress. frankie snorted quietly at the camera in his hand. “a few decades?” she repeated, brows lifting. “dramatic.” then their mouth curved despite themself. “fine. yes to the photoshoot.” a beat. “only because i look INCREDIBLE this decade.” her grin sharpened faintly as she looked back at him. “and because you asked nicely.”

[fullofchemicals]

his brows furrowed immediately, playful confusion written all over his face. "hey, what do you mean by that?" he laughed, the warmth seeping into his voice. "it HAS been a few decades." as if that wasn't an insane thing to say. his smile turned more mischievous. "you can't seriously tell me you forgot that the last time i saw you, i didn't have any tattoos and i was actively trying NOT to get drafted." honestly, it was probably around that moment that damien realized he needed to start putting a little more effort into the whole fake identity thing. most people weren't supposed to be recognizable after a few decades. most people had to follow the law, too. in his defense, he was born a long, LONG time ago. warmth softened his expression when they agreed, and he immediately held out a hand. "hey." his smile was easy – gentle. "nothing like the present, right? the moon looks pretty tonight." for a second, he just stood there with his hand extended, waiting, then his grin returned. "do you trust me not to make your photos look bad?"

[loudbarks]

frankie’s expression softened almost immediately at that, some of the tension finally easing out of her shoulders now that somebody was actually looking AT her instead of grabbing at her all night. “yeah,” they said quietly, though their laugh came out a little tired around the edges. “just get kinda touched out after shows sometimes.” her fingers hooked loosely around the sleeve of his hoodie then, tugging him a step closer without thinking about it. “think i just needed somebody who doesn’t want a PIECE of me, y’know?” a small grin tugged at their mouth after a second. “you’re safe. congratulations.”

[fullofchemicals]

he followed without hesitation, shuffling forward as she pulled him closer. damien tilted his head, considering their words for a moment before nodding. yeah. someone who didn't want something from them. he understood that – probably a little too well. for a brief moment, memories stirred at the edges of his mind – old feelings, old disappointments, the familiar ACHE of growing up around people who always wanted something. he felt them threatening to surface and immediately pushed them back down. now wasn't the time. what lingered instead was her comment about feeling safe. it settled somewhere in his chest and stayed there. “yeah,” he said quietly. “i get what you mean.” a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “you looked great out there, by the way.” his gaze drifted back toward the room for a second. “everyone did.” then he looked back at them and shrugged. “i'm guessing that's why everyone's hounding you. doesn’t make it okay, but it’s hard not to when you’re so MAGNETIC.”

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