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KIT ROGERS & JULIET DARCY
“ HOW do you start a love poem that isn’t love QUITE yet?
It ESCAPES me.
All I know is there’s a sea rising above my head and sea foam washing into the chasms of my chest.
The thought of you is a SOFT WARMTH against my face.
And my GOD, I feel like I could fight the sun. “
— a love poem that isn’t a love poem quite yet. nikka ursula (n.t)
CLEMENTINE.
“ can VAMPIRES even get headaches ?? ”
“ i mean, i didn’t think they could. unless you got knocked around enough that you beat the impossible. and if so, props to you. do you think advil would even work on a vampire? “
@ezckicl
kit sighed as he looked over at the vampire over-turning the picture frames he’d flipped over many years ago, shaking his head as he looks down to the dog lying on his lap. “ Stop playing with shit that isn’t yours or so god help me i will end you. “ the hybrid rolled his eyes then as he got up, pushing the dog off his lap and walking over to to flip the picture frames back over, his fingers lingering on the photo of his wife and his little girl before eventually slamming it back down onto the bookshelf. “ you don’t see me coming to your house and flipping all your photos over, do you? “
KIT ROGERS & JULIET DARCY
when he feels her cheek pressed against his bicep, it brings a grin to his lips he can’t seem to wipe away no matter how hard he tries. this is stupid. he feels like a giddy schoolgirl finally talking to her crush, and there’s a weird fluttering in his stomach he hasn’t felt since he met his wife back in the early 1900s. he can’t quite describe the feeling, but he does know that he doesn’t like it. he wants to pull her closer as they walk, but they’re already walking a fine line of what’s acceptable behaviour for two people that have seen each other after almost a century.
HENRY.
“I’ve never heard of that song, I’ll have to check it out!” He smiled warmly,”Not really, I just like hearing that people have things that they like. I think it’s best everyone has something they like.”
“ really? i thought hozier was popular, but i suppose it was just one song. that take me to church song that was popular back in 2014 i think. “ kit chuckles as he slipped his hands into his pockets, this boy’s positive energy bouncing off him. “ i see where you’re coming from, yeah. “
CARLISLE.
❝ what ? have you never seen someone use a tree branch as exercise equipment before ? ❞
“ can’t say that i have, no. i’m more of a ‘use the boring equipment made for exercise.’ guess that’s just me. or that’s just you who uses nature for chin ups. “
HENRY.
“Does anyone else have that song that they just live by? Mine is Me Too by Meghan Trainer.”
“ i think the song i live by currently is... fuck, i don’t know. there’s a lot of songs to choose from. maybe foreigners god by hozier or the funeral by band of horses. why do you ask? are you planning on throwing a party but making sure you have everybody’s taste in music? “
Fare Thee Well (Dink’s Song) - Rob Benedict (Supernatural 11x20, 2016)
Everything about this is so perfect.
PANDORA.
tainted lips curl into a perfect ‘o’ but soon soften at the sight of her cherished costumer; he was a GENTLE SOUL, blue eyes & tanned skin. never made her feel nervous or agitated or COMPLAINED when she took awhile too long waltzing about the kitchen. the smile that BLOOMS is genuine & she is so glad to see his face, DIMPLES gather at puffy cheekbones; unexpectedly, he was a warm breeze in a harsh winter. ❛ oh, hi! ah, nothing, really… just gathering some SEASONINGS & herbs for the kitchen… you can’t really trust grocery store these days with all that pesticides, can you? ❜
the hybrid nods his head at her words, cerulean orbs looking over the things she was picking, a smile pulling to his lips. “ hey, darling. and you’re right, you can never trust what’s inside some sketchy store bought items. “ a chuckle escapes his lips as he moves back to sit on the ground, watching her for a moment. kit didn’t eat human food, at least not often, so he didn’t know what was bad and what wasn’t, but pesticides in food did seem like one of them. “ i have to say though, i’m not at all surprised to find you out here, collecting your own supplies for food. “ he smiles at the girl as he crossed his legs, leaning back on his hands.
PANDORA.
echoes of saccharine ( ♫ ) humming soothe the cold morning air in midst evergreens, nestled safely into her lap a wooden basket, VEILED by shadows cast from above from loose raven tresses. dainty hands fumble patiently through rain peppered grass & leafs, collecting a few specific herbs, entirely unaware of time and space.
something about this girl has captured kit, he finds himself coming to the bakery more often for her company, bumping into her in the streets of new orleans. she reminds him of his daugther in a way, with how she reacts to the world. she’s nothing but kind, and it makes kit glow with pride even though he barely knows her. he finds her in the woods, collecting something into the basket she has in her hands, and he chuckles as he approaches her, looking over her shoulder. “ what’re you gathering up here? “
MAX.
Max sat on the pool table in the middle of the bar. Softly humming a old, spanish lullaby that had traveled through time with her and hit her at the moments when she did not expect it. At times when her mind was not clouded with screams, plots and blood. Her amber eyes were focussed on her hand, on the blood that stained her fingertips. One of a man the once probably meant something to someone, but was now no more than a liveless body. His blood still splattered on the bathroom wall, but that was something to mind later. as her humming got slightly louder, she slowly moved her hand into the ray of sunlight that came through a small window. The warm light igniting the pale skin, burning flesh and blood. Slow at first, but spreading like a wild fire. Until someone slammed the door. The vampire quickly ppulled back and amber burning eyes focussed on the door as a unsettled voice escaped her throat.
“We’re closed.”
even though kit couldn’t feel the effect of alcohol, he did still enjoy drinking it. maybe that was because he used to drink it quite often before he was turned into this thing. it’s a little late at night, but he doesn’t expect the bar to be closed. when he arrives, the open sign is still up and lights haven’t been turned out, so he can only assume. as soon as he steps in, he’s hit with the intoxicating scent of blood, something fresh. “ jesus... “ he mutter as he walks towards the girl sat on the pool table, looking down to the lifeless body with an eyebrow raised. “ doesn’t seem like you’re closed. my apologies though. “ kit hums as he glances to the door he had entered and back to her, a smile pulling at his lips.
BELLAMY.
bellamy wiped away the blood that trailed down his chin. gun still in hand he loomed over the fallen body of a wolf and he s m i l e d. like he was proud of his work, which he was. with a final look of his work, he exited the little cabin he had stashed the body in before throwing a MATCH into the fray. and sooner or later, the entirety of the shelter was set ablaze. looking over his should, he spared a glance at the figure behind him. ‘ bad NIGHT for a walk. ’
“ bit of an overkill, don’t you think? “ kit raised an eyebrow as he revealed himself from the shadows, giving the man a smile as he placed his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “ so how’re you gonna clean this up? or are you just gonna let the whole forest burn to a crisp? “ the hybrid looks to the fire then before back to the male before him. the poor werewolf this man had killed was nothing special, sure kit knew him, but he didn’t know him. he was just a drifter, he was sure.
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four times my muse thought yours looked breath-taking, and the one time they voice it.
i. (the accident) manila doesn’t fall gracefully; papers stick, they don’t flutter. but like a yellow-winged rhopalocera, they’re easy to drown.
ii. (the walk) she knows better than to laugh in the face of panic, but his composure reminds her of someone running head-first into a storm. first-times are for girls of sixteen, but she thought chaos had never looked so beautiful.
iii. (the photograph) they’re statues dressed in black and white, pressed thin between cardboard and glass. she’s all blonde hair, lace, and bliss; but he stands next to her – romeo, she thinks, ( “for never was a story of more woe” )
iv. (the dance) she’ll find proof of him branded into marble – her back burned at five unique points. moonlight pairs with blue, but he smiles like the sun. she almost tells him, but decides some things are better left unsaid.
v. (the inevitable) time is a gradient (shades of grey, the round sound of a bronzed saxophone). it shifts, starving for meat from the bone, and TAKES; takes, and takes. when it feels mercy, it gives - a charitable donation.
she whispers secrets against his bare chest, a hundred years later ( “you’re beautiful.” )
sex+romance headcanons!
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🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity? 😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date? 😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date? 👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 💬 When did my muse go on their first date? 💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? 💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? 👰 Would my muse ever get married? 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding? 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? 🎆 Is my muse into monogamy? 💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? 🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome? 👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? 💋 How many people has my muse slept with? 👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around? 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship? 💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? 👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? 👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex? 🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know? 💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand? 💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? 💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?
|| ROWENA ||
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☔: my muses reaction to opening their front door and seeing yours drenched in rain
when kit opens the door to his home, one of the original werewolves is probably the last person he would’ve seen here. the rain outside is pounding against the quaint house, but kit is still staring at the shivering and drenched blonde in front of him. “ well look what we have here. “ he can’t help the soft chuckle that manages to pass his lips, but he moves out of the way of the doorway. “ come on in, it’s freezing out here and you’re absolutely drenched. “ when she steps inside the place, he closes the door and looks around for a moment, pursing his lips. moving into the living room, he grabs the blanket that’s draped over the back of the couch before returning to her, holding out the blanket. “ here. if you want my rooms just down the hall to the left, you can find yourself some dry clothes. “
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♒: my muse’s reaction to finding your muse bruised and beaten on their doorstep
the hybrid is sprawled out in his favoured armchair, gripping a book tightly in his hands when the knock at the door of the small family home can be heard. scamp is barking and jumping off kit to rush over to the door to try and see who it is, the irish terrier’s tail going as he looks back at his owner. kit sighs and sets his bookmark into the page, grumbling about how rude it was to disrupt a man during his reading hour. when he opens the door though, it’s all been forgotten. juliet is stood at the door with bruises littered along her beautiful pale skin, only to be accompanied by a bloody nose. “ who did this? “ his voice is borderline hostile as he guides the older hybrid into his home, closing the door behind her as he clenches his jaw. god forbid kit finds the person who did this to his juliet for he will tear them to shreds. he escorts her into the kitchen, making her sit on the kitchen counter before he spins around to grab a packet of ice from the freezer along with a paper towel for her nose. “ juliet, who did this to you? tell me or so god help me i will sniff them out myself. “
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☺: my muse finding yours on the side of the road, hours away from home
kit just wanted to get home as soon as possible. the sun was already hidden behind the valley of trees that seemed to line the road he was driving down. he knew that the things that go bump in the night (things such as himself, but he was different) were coming out soon, looking to feed upon some poor soul who got in their way. stopping at a crossroads, kit glances around, his eyes landing on the girl whom had served him at the bakery just a couple days ago. what was she doing all the way out here? certainly she had to live close by if she worked at the local bakery, but they were three hours from new orleans, and that’s counting the drive time. it would take her hours to get home, unless she was waiting around for somebody to pick her up. sighing to himself, he pulls up to the pale brunette standing on the side of the road, slipping out of the driver’s seat and looking at her. “ what’re you doing all the way out here? “
