Sorry

So I'm sorry to my unknown lover Sorry that I can't believe that anybody ever really Starts to fall in love with me

[jay-akalin]

dvlwthn‌:

                  the pull he felt toward her was, at times, too much. the way her blood called to him, had his red eyes turning black. the first time he saw her, he had almost been ready to kill her. not that she was even aware. the human hadn’t even  n o t i c e d  his presence. the scottish vampire had never felt the need to hold back. if someone’s blood smelt that good, he’d make that person his meal. BUT jayson was different. her blood didn’t just smell that good, it made him feel as if he had no control. something he hasn’t felt since his earlier time as a vampire.

yet, instead of just killing her and putting himself out of his misery, he let her live. something about the human had him FIGHTING every urge he had. her blood called to him, but the moment their eyes met he knew he couldn’t  [ e v e r ] kill her.   she reminded him of someone from his past. not her look, no, but the way she spoke, the way she carried herself… then each time following that first time, he became more and more attached. 

     which was why he was there now, watching over her. keeping his distance until he could ‘bump’ into her. however, his night wasn’t going to plan when he noticed this man creeping outside the nightclub. as if waiting. it had asher on edge. but he couldn’t be sure of anything, so he just made sure to stay close by. when the man seemed to start to near jayson after she exits outback. stupid girl, why would you exit this way. he mentally scolded her. there were no safe ways out. nothing useful to use as a weapon either. sensing what the man was up to, asher flashed toward him before he could come out of the shadows. covering the man’s mouth, asher quickly bit into his neck and helped himself to the man blood. keeping jayson safe from the creep as well as his own bloodlust. allowing the body to fall down once he was drained, he wiped his mouth and stepped out of the shadows.  “  sorry  ,  just  passing  through  .  ”  he commented, accent thick.  “  just  decided  to  use  a  short  cut  .  ”  he sent her a charming smile. 

When one silhouette fades away into the darkness, Jayson is left confused and fearful. Would they jump out at her the moment she attempted to run? She hears something hit the ground, causing her to stiffen in terror. It’s not until she hears a familiar accent and registered and equally and wonderfully familiar face. She felt as if she could finally breathe. As always he’s a breath of fresh air. Despite his pale skin he has her world alight with breathtaking saturation.

The grey Seattle environment felt so much brighter. Jayson offers him a relieved smile. “It’s you.” That soothed her soul far more than just the simple relief of knowing she hadn’t encountered someone wishing to harm her. Of course she would never express this verbally. His presence just had a way of calming her more than one person should have the capability of doing. Her constant dread and fear that Adrian could find and hurt her had becoming just dull static as opposed to the violent blaring it usually is.

“No need to be sorry, you’re free to pass through wherever. You should’ve come earlier, could’ve had free booze.” Though, on second thought, she wouldn’t have had the heart to witness other drunken patrons flirt with the stunningly beautiful man stood before her.

[jay-akalin]

Working late at night is something Jayson despises but it’s a necessary evil if she wishes to keep her apartment. Closing up the nightclub ensures she won’t be home until ungodly hours. Paranoia always seeps in when she exits out the back. There’s nothing but an alleyway, a dumpster, and trash. A streetlight waits just beyond the alleyway, giving a dim illumination; allowing her to see where she’s stepping but not much more.

With a careful eye, she looks over into the alleyway completely saturated in darkness before beginning her walk home. Before she can even leave the alleyway however, a loud noise alerts her that she isn’t alone. She practically jumps out of her skin, hurriedly turning towards the noise.

She digs into her pocket, gripping onto her house keys as a makeshift weapon. “We’re closed.” She calls out, heart hammering away against her chest as a silhouette can be made out.  

@dvlwthn​

[jay-akalin]

dxrkcst-souls‌:

burns too bright… she says the words and subconscious flames flicker at his skin, his brain endlessly reminding him of how he almost died. he had lived a thousand years and still each reminder pulled him backwards like it was only yesterday. sometimes, he wished he could use his abilities on himself and numb his feelings to it all, but instead he channeled his feelings into anger; acting as the ruthless killing machine as expected of the guard. taking a deep breath alec looked at her again. 

“oh, anything is better than this music. i think that they just found what was most popular and decided to put it on repeat.” he chuckled, looking disdainfully at the crowd who seemed to be loving every second. “well… what would be better music to you? blues? jazz? or maybe something like rock and roll?”

His momentary silence makes her wonder what he could be thinking of. Was it due to her words or perhaps something else that happened earlier? Could it be a mix of both? Whatever the case, it isn’t her place to pry. She could be overthinking it needlessly, she did have a tendency to do that. “I wonder if this is what they do in hell, just beat a song to death and never turn it off.” It’s her attempt at a joke, an odd attempt but one nevertheless. “Rock and roll is always a preference for me, or Indie. I guess that fits in well given the history of music in Seattle.”

[jay-akalin]

dxrkcst-souls‌:

she seems calm, relaxed. humans were so simple by comparison to vampires. their wars outlive them, and they always think about the moment, rather than 100 years from now. it’s fun to pretend, once in a while, to enjoy the moment like they often do. looking at the girl again, alec smiled, falling into his little facade of being just a visitor to seattle, 

“ah, i know what you mean, sometimes the light can be a little too confronting sometimes.” he smiled, shaking his head, seemingly at the prospect. he was never one for taking center stage, more for hiding in the shadows; even his abilities manifested as a dark smoke, a shadow. “your own fun? what could possibly be better than drinking and mingling and this wonderous event?”

She’d been in Seattle for six months but given the fact she only went to home and work, Jay didn’t know enough about the locals to know if he’s a native or among those in town to help as the mayor so eloquently put it. Whatever the case may be, she wanted nothing more than to regress back to isolation. That’s where she was safe.

“It burns too bright at times but it’s warmth can be worth it.” She’d never admit it but the darkness scared her to some extend, Adrian made it that way. And yet with all she’s been through, the dark is what her soul seemed to be made for. “I can think of a few things. Listening to better music is at the top of the list.” It allowed her to drown out the noise from the outside world, to find a place residing between dark and light. It didn’t make her whole but it came close enough.

[jay-akalin]

dxrkcst-souls‌:

one of alec’s jobs for tonight is to scope out any threats that may be apparent, anyone that was of note for the volturi. after another lap of the room, alec decided to take a break, to watch as a bystander instead of as a vigilant guard for the volturi. plus, there were enough other guards to keep an eye on the leaders for a while. alec was allowed to take a break once in a while.  

pushing his hands into his pockets, alec walked to the edge of the room and leaned against the wall, dark and hidden from the rest of the room, not even noticing the human next to him until she spoke up. looking at the girl, sheathed in his favourite colour, alec politely smiled. “good evening, you enjoying yourself hidden away in the shadows?” he smirked, looking over at the crowds. “you’re missing out on all the fun.”

It only dawns on her now that she more than likely had been immersed in her own world which can be dangerous. At least this man didn’t seem to be much of a threat, at least not based solely off first glance. Of course, she knew better than to underestimate anyone but not even she is that neurotic to believe every single person is someone she has to fear. “I guess this time the shadows are a little more comforting.” Looking on at all of the attendees only made this event seem more daunting. “Missing out? Now that’s a bit of a stretch.” She sighs, gaze moving from the floor to meet the man’s eyes. “Besides, I found my own kind of fun so...” She shrugs innocently before cracking and looking to the floor once again.

[jay-akalin]

dvlwthn‌:

                josephine couldn’t help but feel super out of her element. she had no real to be there. only hoping to run into very specific people, but she could have just asked to meet up with them at a different time. yet here she stood, in a backless right white gown that had gold accents to it. her gold mask doing little to actually hide her face. her reddish-orange eyes scanning the room. deciding to stand closer to the edge of the room, she neared the closest wall to her. coincidently coming upon a woman who seemed to be lost in her own world, writing on a torn piece of paper. HOWEVER, she never actually planned to comment on it. she was over pretending to care, wishing to find one of the few people she didn’t need to pretend with. yet that wasn’t going to happen since the woman seemed to have the wrong idea and quickly hid the paper behind her, crinkling it as she did so.  “   must  be  pretty  important  .   ”  she commented with a smiled through she honestly wished to be anywhere else.

“You could say that.” For this night it is as it kept her distracted from how painfully out of place she felt. “Though I’m sure it’d bore you.” Self-doubt, her default and something that tends to slip out before she realizes it. “You look nice.” She compliments, both genuinely meaning it but also wanting to take attention away from her and her odd hobby.

[jay-akalin]

ofsetfree‌:

it wasn’t uncommon for maya to approach people, she is the definition of social butterfly. and liked talking to people. “  hello. “ the redhead smiles brightly, and that of an apologetic look is on her features. “  i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you– just thought i’d come and say hi. “

“Oh not to worry, it’s alright.“ Being jumpy came with the territory of her predicament, not that she’d express as much. “Hi...” She greets, unsure of what else to say initially. “Fancy party, huh?” That’s one way to make small talk. The right way? Definitely not. Jayson had spent so much time running and alone that she still falls short when holding a normal conversation with a perfect stranger.

[jay-akalin]

Bringing an activity to a public event is probably not the best idea but if allowed Jay to remain her usual isolated self and so she’d take what she can get. Hiding a sheet of torn notebook paper in her clutch may be odd to most but it kept her busy while she attended an event she holds no place in. Jayson opted for a tight crimson dress, lace along the sides and sweetheart neckline, giving her a much more classy look as opposed to her usual default of sneakers, jeans, and t-shirts.

Jayson remains in the darkest and farthest corner of the room, using the closest wall as a steady base so she can write the lyrics that have been in her head all day. When someone approaches, the brunette nearly jumps out of her skin, quickly turning to eye the person before hiding the crinkled paper behind her back.

“O-Oh uh...hi.”

[jay-akalin]

Hi, henlo, your local dumpster fire has arrived, here to bring you my bappy Jay. I am the illest nerd, a new yorker, and an aries so to make a long story short i am a hot mess.  Anyways, nuff’ about me, onto the more interesting parts!

(TW; Mentions of abuse, Suicide, Stalking, Domestic Violence, Alcoholism, Neglect.)

-Born on October 31st, to an all too happy mother and a god-fearing father, which meant her very birth had been seen as a terrible omen. Her father insisted the child he called an abomination be named Jayson (meaning to heal).

-To take a step back and explain; Jayson’s mother, Amalia, had always wished to have a big happy family. Her husband Altan had portrayed himself as this wonderful man right up until they got married. Once the honeymoon was over, Amalia had to be the perfect housewife or risk being hurt by him. Eventually this boiled down to not making even the smallest infraction or else end up covered in bruises.

-This horrendous behavior carried on well into her pregnancy with their daughter. Altan still remained just as cruel. The abuse she suffered lead her to go into labor early, on Halloween to be exact.

-Altan believed their child to be a work of the devil and this alone would be enough to cause Amalia immense pain, the pain only worsened when he began abusing their child as well.

-The abuse carried on until Jayson was eight years old, when one day she arrived home to an eerily silent home and found her mother’s body.

-Jayson had been far too young to understand but Amalia’s cause of death had been self-inflicted injuries. Altan began drinking to drown his guilt and when he wasn’t beating Jayson, he was severely neglectful. This lead to her school teachers getting involved and notifying Child Protective Services. Jayson had been removed from her father’s custody almost two years after her mother’s death, Altan had been charged for his abusive behavior and she never saw him again.

-That didn’t make life any easier as the foster homes she had placed in were mostly riddled with abuse and neglect, just like the original hellhole she grew up in. This pattern continued for years until her last foster home. All seemed well despite the fact they only kept her there for the money and held no real affection towards Jayson. Their biological son had been far too interested in her but Jayson, being so blinded by someone actually showing her affection and kindness, entered into a relationship with him.

-This relationship went on for six months until his behavior became far too overbearing and toxic. When she broke it off with him he beat her to within an inch of her life. Jayson didn’t bother pressing charges and instead fled from the hospital and remained on her own. Jayson lived on the streets for years until she could get back on her feet. Things would be looking up until her ex-boyfriend would find her and send her fleeing across state lines. This cycle of a twisted cat and mouse game continued until now, when she arrives in her mother’s hometown of Seattle Washington.

Phew you are a saint if you read all of that, if you didn’t (not that I blame you, I can summarize).

As for wanted connections: Friends People that knew her mother Someone she’s met while traveling Her mate (She’s not aware he’s a vampire and she’s currently unaware of anything involving the supernatural so this could be an interesting way to make her aware of the supernatural) These are just some ideas but I more than open to plotting more!