ᴀ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs

A hundred bad days made a hundred good stories. A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties.

[garrattharvey]

kassarslan‌:

Kassandra blinked, surprised by his wit and seemingly equally inquisitive nature. Her hand lingered where it had touched his for a few seconds. Cold, she noted. It dumbfounded her at first, then evoked her curiosity and her attention was on high alert. Throughout the few days that she’s spent in the odd town, the only thing she’d come to realize was that none of the locals here were quick at repartee. They were good at avoiding her at best, being tight-lipped, and at muttering amongst themselves. This one was new, as confusing as he was, too.

“You seem to be very enthusiastic about this topic,” she commented. As if he was trying to prove, or rather, defend a point. “I like theorizing,” she began carefully, “and, at times, fantasizing too. But,” she tilted her head slightly, ”as long as there’s no concrete or blatant proof that I can turn to, I will remain a skeptic.” She was, after all, an ambitious journalist. Chasing after fantastical mysteries wasn’t worthwhile her time nor her job – unless she was being paid to do so, like now.

“I assume you live here? I’ve recently moved to Thornridge, it’s nice to meet a local who isn’t shy.”

IT WOULD BE so easy to give this woman the proof that she requested. Flash a bit of fang, sink into her flesh. Prove every little point to this waif of a woman and shatter her expectations that vampires didn’t exist. But no... this was a little more fun than that. “I wouldn’t say I’m enthusiastic so much as, uh... educated. Well-versed. Who knows, though. Maybe you’ll get the proof you need one day. Become a believer. But if you’re lucky...” Garratt took the woman’s hand again, tracing her warm palm with his finger. “...maybe I’ll tell you all of my secrets.”

Garratt kept her hand in his as a smile played over his features. “I don’t know if they’re shy so much as careful. The city has a rich history, and I’m an invader as much as you are. If you intend to get anywhere in this town, you have to be more open. You’re asking all of the wrong questions, mo mhuirnín. Try something different. Go on... you can practice with me.”

[sweet-likecxndy]

“Oh, seriously, they don’t know who did it? Fifty bucks says some vamp got a little over-zealous with their blood toy, drained ‘em, then panicked and tried to make it look like they died some other way.” Candy huffed, her interactions with the clan had been far from cordial lately, and the fact that her kind were now suspects in a murder was doing little to ease how she felt. She ordered another shot, gesturing for the bartender to bring one to her companion as well.

[garrattharvey]

THE LAST THING Garratt needed right now was a scandal. He’d seen vampires lose control throughout the years. He’d been one of them in the mid-1800s. And if the murder had been a result of someone in his clan taking things a little too far... he’d have a shitstorm to deal with. Still. “Everyone needs to stay calm at this point. Getting worked up isn’t going to solve anything.” He did, however, take the proffered shot and raised it to his lips. He needed about thirty more. He paused before drinking to say, “Neither is blaming it on the vampires.” He knocked back the shot to buy himself a moment, through even Garratt had to admit, as the newest residents in town, this was heat he didn’t need.

[mayorzorafalk]

Zora leaned over, bracing her hands on her knees, her breathing coming in heavy pants as she paused her run. She liked to think she was fairly in shape, but her breath coming in heavy, her heart thudding in her chest, and her muscles aching reminded her that her abilities were significantly limited when compared to the other citizens of her town. She straightened up, roughly pulling her hair tie out and redoing her ponytail, that had fallen loose in the jog. Her movements didn’t pause as she heard someone come up behind her. “Unless you’re offering a post-run stretching and massage session, I’d really love to keep this one little bit of alone time.”

[garrattharvey]

GARRATT CERTAINLY UNDERSTOOD the impulse. Solitude was a treasured thing, and runs could be sacred. Any kind of physical exertion, really, provided respite from the bitter reality of the real world. But there was reaching across the aisle to do here. Garratt nodded, once. “Sure. Happy to leave you to it, but I figured that this was a bit of treasured time that we could speak without the rest of the town’s prying ears. Don’t worry.” A flash of a fang-toothed smile. “I can keep up.”

[naturaekos]

“You were born an original, don’t die a copy.”

— John Mason (via goodreadss)

[luxdevreaux-blog]

Send me your prying questions.

I’ll answer all of them comprehensively.

[insporp]

©

[garrattharvey]

cleverlittleshewolf‌:

“You’re sweet, but I can pay for my own drinks,” Sam told him as she sat there, cross-legged and a bit too bored for comfort. It’d been a few days since her last blackout and although she didn’t trust her body not to betray her again, she refused to live in complete and utter fear of it. Although she enjoyed her solitude just as much as the next girl (probably a lot more if she was being completely honest), the azure-gazed beauty was determined not to let this newfound - whatever it was, completely ruin her life. “Now, if you’d be willing to buy me an order of fries or something, that would be divine.”

“DIDN’T THINK YOU couldn’t,” Garratt said, finally glancing off, lifting the pint to his lips for a sip. He had to steady himself, remind himself that he was there to make peace with the other side, develop relationships, not alienating them by calling others out on their bullshit. What Garratt wanted to say was, Worn out line there. You think it makes you clever, or seem independent, but it’s honestly an annoyance. If you don’t want me to buy you a drink for whatever reason, just say no thanks. You want to seem different, but you’re just making yourself look obtuse. But instead, he’d kept his words simply and left it alone. At her next request, he lifted a brow, glancing back. “So you can buy your own drinks, but not your own fries?” Yeah, you think you’re fucking witty as hell.

“Sure. An offer’s an offer.” Glancing back at the bartender, he made a sweeping motion, pointing towards the brunette. “Whatever she wants. My tab.” Garratt had more money than he knew what to do with, really. He’d kept it squirreled away from centuries. Strange, too, how the artifacts from his past had become suddenly extremely valuable in recent years. He kept a few for sentimentality, but sold some to museums when needed. One of those artifacts was on the table: an ancient Celtic coin; he toyed with it, thumbing it, rolling it over his knuckles as he lapsed back into silence.

[permissiontospeakfreely1994]

[begitalarcos]

365 Days of Beautiful Men // Day 128 // Dacre Montgomery

[garrattharvey]

kassarslan‌:

Kassandra studied the book in her hands, and her lips parted and twisted into a delighted, silent ‘O’. It indicated that she hadn’t chosen this particular piece deliberately, though a tiny spark of recognition could be observed within the blues of her eyes. Goosebumps rippled over her skin as memories flooded her mind. She remembered finding a very small, very old, and very dusty version of The Giaour in the attic of her grandma’s home when she was growing up in Greece, and how she was swept away by its visual gate, stunning lyricism and Byron’s take on Turkish tales. “I wouldn’t consider myself a fan, no. But this one – it’s one of my favorites as well.” She brushed a finger over the cover before she looked up from it again. “Barbaric customs and romantic motifs aside, I remember being intrigued by its passages about vampirism, too.”

In all her excitement, she failed to notice the oddity in his last statement and had brushed it off entirely. “Don’t get me wrong, though,” she added wryly, “it’s not that I believe in the existence of vampires or anything. This is where I cross the line.” While she was hugging the book against her chest, she offered him her other, free hand in greeting. “Kassandra.”

“I WOULDN’T CONSIDER myself a fan either,” Garratt said, smile lacing only the corners of his lips. It was a whisper of a thing as he took in the woman’s humbly surprised reaction. “Fate seems a little too auspicious to have brought us together over something as... shall we say churlish... as Lord Byron.” Ah yes... the real reason for Garratt’s preferences. The passages about vampirism.

Thornridge had become a safe haven for Garratt and his clan, due wholly to the ability for the supernatural to exist. Strange, then, to come upon a human who didn’t believe in his existence. At first, Garratt assumed she was joking, and his smile was nothing if not amused. But as the moments passed and her hand extended, he realized... she was one of the few in this town who remained unaware. Odd. He told her so. “That’s strange, isn’t it?” he said, taking her delicate hand in his. “You’re intrigued about vampires while writing off their existence. History has shown a different story, though, hasn’t it?” He was having a little fun now. “Vlad the Impaler. Well, that’s the obvious one, isn’t it? Or how about Mercy Brown? Of course, we could always look to the hundreds of empty graves that have been found. Write that off as grave-robbers, perhaps. Or maybe just take the individuals at face value who say they enjoy the taste of blood. I think...” Garratt’s smile was brighter now, emitting a bit of glee. “...that there are worse things to believe in than vampires.” At last, he released her hand. “Garratt.”

[insporp]

©

[queenincrimson]

Dacre Montgomery as Billy Hargrove in Stranger Things (2017-2019)

[violadvis]

It’s a combination of all visual art. It’s the set decoration, the cinematographer, the costumes—it’s so much art combined. I want to give people an opportunity to escape in characters they could get lost in. I just want to portray meaningful stories.

[lara-miller-deactivated20190807]

The club was buzzing with activity and Lara had been run off her feet behind the bar all night. When it was time for her break however, she didn’t go outside for some air like she normally would. Instead, she stood in a corner where she could watch the dancers unnoticed. With every undulation of their perfect bodies and every miniscule piece of clothing they removed she felt somehow empowered. This was a place where female sexuality was celebrated and she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy that she wasn’t up there herself. She hadn’t felt celebrated in a very long time. Believing she was alone she couldn’t help but sway her hips a little and imagine it was her up there, letting herself lose herself and her inhibitions in the music.

[garrattharvey]

GARRATT WAS AWARE that Gavin Wolfe, pack leader, owned the strip club. Garratt was also aware that having a peaceful existence within Thornridge meant that he had to get along with Gavin. The easiest way to do that, Garratt figured, was by putting his money where his mouth was. Besides... Garratt certainly wasn’t going to complain about watching a bunch of gorgeous women take their clothes off.

But at the moment, it wasn’t the girls on stage who captured Garratt’s attention. Instead, it was the girl in the corner, who looked like she was caught between shackles and freedom. Garratt approached slowly, as though not to startle her, hands outstretched. His voice was loud to cut through the music. “Hey! You want a drink?? Nothing funny, I swear!”

[garrattharvey]

[luxdevreaux-blog]

Ask me anything.

I’ll answer fully, with total honesty, even if I don’t want to.

[garrattharvey]

UPENDING THE CLAN and moving elsewhere was not an option for Garratt, but the threat of hunters coming in lay over his chest like bricks. Heavy is the head, he told himself, entering The Alibi Room. The best way to foster peace was to create peace. He intended to do so by example. Ordering, “Pale ale, please...” he made himself comfortable at the bar on a stool, turning to the other beside of him. “Drinks are on me tonight. Enjoy.”