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waydcwnwego:
“Oh, come on. Sit down.” Big baby, she muttered under her breath. “Look. I’m sorry. But you were highly recommended and I’m not leaving until you agree to help me.”
Against his better instinct, he obliged and sat down. In reality, he couldn’t turn down the job. He needed the income.Not that hunting made a lot of money to begin with. “Alright, say your piece. I’ll listen.”
ofviolentdeath:
Her fingers skimmed the edge of her glass as she turned enough to really look at him. “Would you prefer I lie?” Most people didn’t, but there were plenty that preferred her not to be so blunt either. “Don’t live ‘round here anymore, mostly operate out of Detroit and New York anymore. I still have my old apartment down round here though.” She was a little on the sentimental side, she supposed, but it had a way of working out in her favor. “What have you been up to? Other than clearly outliving my expectations.”
“No, you don’t have to lie.” He chuckled as he drowned his words with his amber beer. Slightly stale, but then again beggars can’t be choosers. He did think it was quite the coincidence that they both happened to visit the town around the same time. He nodded at her words. “I like to shatter expectations. I’ve been travelling across the country. Same old here. Hunting and the like. How’s --” He struggled to remember a name, snapping his fingers as if it would trigger his recollection. Quickly, he gave up. “How’s your niece?”
beliefruined:
send me a “☁” and i will put my itunes on shuffle, pick my favorite line from the first song that comes up and use it for a starter. || accepting
“truth hurts” lizzo – @hellmouthbound ( buffy & vanessa )
She had to admit that exes popping up while she was running the new slayers through their first patrols was … embarrassing. And when the drama of coming across Angel here in Cleveland faded from the melodrama of the moment she was left feeling absolutely embarrassed in front of other slayers. A flush rose hot in her tawny cheeks as she turned around to face Vanessa and sighed, “Yeah, I got boy problems, that’s the human in me,” she said, hoping to head off any questions.
If there was a moment when Vanessa wish she could disappear, it was now. She didn’t like conflict very much. And the tension between them had been palpable. Suddenly the cracks in the concrete were exceptionally interesting. Once the male left, her eyes returned to Buffy. “Just like the rest of us, right?” She offered a reassuring smile, hoping her mentor wasn’t too embarrassed.
lovedmore:
Interesting perspective to be sure. It’s not usual for her to meet folks with such an outlook. By the time Lilith gets to the the sunshine and roses have faded leaving extraordinary bitterness. “A longer life means more chances to fuck up” there’s a smile on her face now where there wasn’t before. “How have you made the most of your time, hm?” Genuine curiosity instead of skepticism.
“The flip side of that is a longer life means more chances to get things right.” When you were in his state, positivity was an essential. He found that life only gave what you put into it, but when it returned the favor, it gave you a hundred-fold. “I like to think I’m making the most of his time. What I’ve made in this life, I’m content with.” He looked at her with a smile. “How about you tell me about a simple joy you’ve had recently.”
bitchheroine:
Oh, angels. Meg found them so fascinating, in an odd kind of way. Perhaps because, even fallen, they were her perfect opposites. This one’s head tilted in a way that reminded her so much of another she knew, too. “Y’know, you get something, I get something, we all win. Hurray.”
“Yes, of course.” He nodded, feigning that he understood the intricate workings of Hell. Even after a millennium of being in the depths of it, he was still slow to pick up on the subtleties. But one thing he knew how to do was play pretend. It was how he managed to survive this long -- probably longer than anyone who knew him before the Fall would believe. He added quickly, almost too quickly. “As long as my something is more than yours.”
@experiment0021 liked for a song-inspired starter from Vanessa It Has Begun | Starset
She lost her footing on the soft, loose soil. Letting out a small yelp, she tumbled down the hill into the underbrush. So much for the stealthy approach. Dry leaves clung to her hair as she laid in her pitiful state staring up at the stars. How the hell did she end up here? These pants were definitely stained and she craved a shower, but that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. Maybe one day she’ll catch a break. Rising to her feet, she brushed some of the dirt off her. The instant she heard a sound behind her, she spun around to illuminate the figure with her flashlight. “Who are you?”
rosefromdeath:
Though she didn’t speak initially, the sudden widening of her warm doe-eyes (her cheeks now turning a bright pink in embarrassment) was more than enough to indicate just how shocked and caught off guard Gabriella was to hear the man’s blunt assumption. “I-I’m sorry?” She stumbled in a meek tone, eyes still wide and intense as she stared at him. “Uh– … people don’t usually use perfumes or body lotion to … find a partner.” Her cheeks were growing even redder as she tried to explain the use of such smells. Oh, she was most certainly relieved her brother wasn’t here to revel in her embarrassment. “They just use scented things for themselves. –I know I do.”
Dark eyes observed her mannerisms. How strange, she suddenly seemed so timid and unsure. Leliel was oblivious to the fact his question may have put her into an uncomfortable position. With hands clasped behind his back, he shook his head as if in judgment of her. “Strange creature, you are. The whole bunch of you are strange. Full of contradictions and falsities.” The perfumes were just the latest addition to his list of grievances. “How have you managed to survive this long?” His “you” was general to the entirety of the species, not merely herself in particular.
@thefvrious sent ?? from this meme for a starter from Vincent
He liked games, but he preferred them to be his own. He craved the control, the sole judge of the rules. Longer fingers softly -- almost teasingly -- grazed the other’s skin. He let his touch linger on the other for a moment too long before leaning down to ear level. Warm breath whispered into the other’s ears. “Your turn to hide. I’ll give you a ten second head start.”
perfectdespair:
LUCIFER 1x1 | ACCEPTING @hellmouthbound asked: “No tricks, not that they work on you, you freak.” (Jack)
The insult hurled her way was enough to raise an eyebrow but not her ire. “You know, somehow, I’m just not convinced that you’re telling the truth.” Darla was interested, but cautious. Lindsey had told her a little about the children of the Senior Partners but she wasn’t foolish enough to believe that he knew at all what he was really talking about.
With defensive hands raised, he pulled down the sleeves of his mohair suit. “Nothing up my sleeves, see?” Upon seeing that she was not satisfied with his response. “What would I possibly gain by lying to you?” Alright, that probably wasn’t the most convincing argument. “How can I convince you?”
flounderingdestinies:
@hellmouthbound for Vanessa
It had taken Theo almost two weeks to even marginally adjust to the changes she’d gone through, even if she still had no idea where they came from, and even now she wouldn’t exactly say she understood any of it. Though the enhanced senses, strength, and speed had come in handy a few times in tracking down perps. They would definitely be useful if she ever made detective like she dreamed.
But for now she was just a beat cop, walking a patrol through the ‘party district’ where the bars and clubs lined the streets. Mostly that meant making sure no one got into the driver’s seat drunk and breaking up the occasional bar fight. But tonight felt different, something had her metaphorical hackles rising and she followed the pull in her chest down a back alley where she found three guys cornering a couple of young women away from the back entrance of a club they’d obviously exited through.
“Hey!” She called, putting some authority in her voice to try and get the guys to back off. She didn’t expect them to turn and snarl at her, faces deformed and fangs visible. It made the same something that had pulled her here rumble restlessly in her chest and though she didn’t know it her eyes flashed red in return.
Bars and nightclubs were a hot spot for vampires. Easy targets. Easy disposal. There were too many places in this city to keep an eye on, honestly. She was only one slayer. Vanessa tried to balance her time between some of the more popular vampire hangouts, but wherever she chose, the other locations were left undefended.
She was starting to get a good sense for spotting vampires. It wasn’t perfect. She had a lot of room for improvement, but she was winging this slayer thing through instinct. From her perch on a balcony overlooking the strip of bars, she had a good vantage point to keep an eye on the pedestrians who came and went. A slight chill brushed down her back as she spotted three vampires, definitely dressed vintage. Whatever happened to the modern vampire?
Each vampire focus was clearly on the women who had exited the club. It was only a matter of seconds before they’d attack the unsuspecting women. With a running jump, she leaped between the balcony and the fire escape in order to follow the vampires. She was nearly too late as she swung down from the fire escape. A swift kick knocked back the largest vampire. “Quick get out of here!” She urged the potential victims. Upon seeing the cop at the end of the alley, she tried to wave her off. “It’s not safe. Leave!”
rosefromdeath:
The woman’s thoughts were crystal clear to Gabriella: she could hear them out loud as if the woman had spoken them verbally. She knew the woman was aware of her being a vampire, but rather than make any mention of it Gabriella simply carried on as though she was oblivious to such a thing. After all, she doubted it’d be very polite to mention she could read minds. “Hmm.” Gabriella pursed her marble lips thoughtfully as she considered for a moment: her face suddenly breaking out into a grin, “Probably anything that had to do with mucking around with my brother, Edward. He can be a bit of a drama queen to mess with.”
That was one of the downsides of being an only child: Vanessa didn’t have anyone to play pranks on as a kid. She could never play pranks on her parents. She never even dreamed of daring to do so. Not that her parents were strict or anything, but she didn’t have that kind of relationship with them. Gabriella’s smile was contagious, leading Vanessa to smile as well. “It sounds like you got him good. He probably deserved it.”
perfectdespair:
DEATHLESS MEME | ACCEPTING @hellmouthbound asked: “Are we not devils?” (Donagh)
The question made Darla smile in its simplicity as she looked the other vampire over with obvious interest. Once upon a time she may have answered a simple ‘yes’ to his query. But it was the twenty-first century and things were rarely ever so black and white.
“I wouldn’t say so,” she answered, truthfully. “Children of Satan, demons, abominations of nature…” She could go on, listing all of the things that she had been called in her 400 years but she trailed off with a smile. “Isn’t a little blasphemy fun?”
Donagh knew he was the bastard son of a demon. The void where his soul should have been was filled with misdeeds. He was someone’s devil. Someone’s nightmare. Funny, how much of a hypocrite he was since he went through the motions of the misguided faith of his human years. But it was a habit two hundred years hadn’t broken.
“Myself, m’partial ta other affronts ta God. But blasphemy’s a good start.”
{ @normallyxstrange }
Warm, dark, enclosed spaces were always Aloysius’ preferred places for a nap. It was part of his cat nature that he couldn’t escape-- or rather, he gave into that part of himself. And why not? Cat naps were the best naps. Ask anyone. Did it deter Aloysius when the optimal napping spot was behind a locked door? Not one bit. He wasn’t here to do any harm. Just a quick nap and he’d be gone. At least that’s what he thought before a firm hand prodded him. “Five more minutes.” He rolled over, curling up.
@thefvrious sent ?? from this meme for a starter from Travis
“Too bright.” He mumbled as he shielded his eyes from the invading sunlight. He was begrudgingly awake. There was no point in negotiating for more sleep now. While wiping away the sleep from his eyes, he sat up on the coach he’d been crashing on. Travis didn’t bother looking over at the other as he sarcastically grunted. “Thanks for the wake up call.”
“Unless you want a broken hand, I’d remove it from my thigh. Now. Thank you.”
“Come on. Give it. Do I go around nicking your things?"
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