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angelxreed:

“Don’t go easy on me, love, promise?”

“You got it.”

#c: angel #angelxreed #(* supernatural week )

tfwirina:

“So… if a human with blood oozing from its neck approaches you, you’d invite it to a tea party or brunch?”

“How about just give them a band-aid?”

#c: irina #tfwirina #(* supernatural week )

tfwirina:

“Of course it is—you’re a vampire. You’re not in control of yourself.”

“I’ll have you know, that I am in control of myself.”

#he is #c: irina #(* supernatural week )

tfwirina:

“What on Earth are humans eating these days? God… Miss the days O negative was the most succulent thing you could find in a person’s veins—now? Cholesterol. Shit’s gonna rot my teeth.”

“I’ve noticed. Of course, like most things, I try to ignore it until it goes away. Besides, that’s not even the good part, the chase is.”

#c: irina #tfwirina #(* supernatural week )

angelxreed:

( &. open to all )

“Okay, let’s try this again. This time, I attack first.”

“By all means.”

#c: angel #angelxreed #(* supernatural week )

alexanderfairchilds:

“Maybe you’re just a little lazy.”

“We’re all a little crazy.”

#c: alexander #alexanderfairchilds

wydconnor:

“Eh, we all have our own things to worry about. Like for starters, do you have my money?”

“Have I ever let you down before?”

#c: connor #wydconnor

wydconnor:

Why the hell is “suck my dick" even an insult? Like, sure, man, I’ll suck your dick. What are friends for?

“I can honestly say I lived my whole life never questioning that.:

#c: connor #wydconnor

tfwirina:

“Come on, don’t be an asshole. You’ve already tempted me, you can’t just retreat your offer now.”

“Hey, don’t give me that look. But fine, I guess I can feed you. Maybe. You owe me, though.”

#c: irina #tfwirina

angelxreed:

“Being independent is a good thing yes, but don’t try to be independent all the time. Won’t be healthy for you. Well, I can do that. Not necessarily the same thing, but is that what you would like? Just to order out?”

“Isn’t this apart of being an adult? Doing adult things. Like feeding myself? Whatever, it doesn’t matter. And it could be. You know, if you squint and tilt your head. Just order what you want, I’ll eat anything.”

#c: angel #angelxreed

angelxreed:

“You could have called and I would have willingly cooked for you, you know? But to answer your question; Chinese,definitely.”

“Well, I liked the idea of being able to do things on my own. Be self sufficient or whatever. But how about this? You call for the food. That’s sort of like the same thing, right?”

#c: angel #angelxreed

In All My Dreams (I Drown)

Growing up in the Depression was hard for Matthew Carter. Actually, growing up in Depression would be hard for anyone. It was a poorer time; it was one most took way too seriously. One of the darkest times that Matty could recall in his many years of living. And with his father sick and out of work, Matty had to assume the role of man of the house, running the barely functioning butcher shop that his father owned. It was hard work with very little turn out. Due to the sudden collapse in the economy people weren’t buying meats as often as before, sending their business to the ground.

But Matty did his best to keep them afloat, often going hungry to scrape up enough money for his father’s medicine. However his father was deteriorating at a rapid pace and with that so was his mother’s sanity. Left virtually alone, Matthew did what he could to hold it together for the sake of the three of them, keeping all of his feelings locked tight inside, unwilling to show anything other than anger and Matthew did that well. Eventually the few customers he had ran away due to his cold and lifeless exterior. He hated people, he hated anyone who passed by.

But it wasn’t until the demise of his father and apparent suicide of his mother that things came to a head. Matthew was struggling, he was drowning and couldn’t seem to get out of it. A year had passed and still without much help he took the final plunge and decided to end it all. His blood ran cold as he stared off the side of the bridge, never once did he bother to learn how to swim and it would no longer matter. Everything was all set in stone until someone called to him. A voice as smooth as silver with enough bite to almost seem dangerous but he wasn’t afraid. They were beautiful, easily the most handsome person he’d ever seen—much prettier than anyone in town and Matthew was captivated.

They talked for what felt like hours and while Matthew had no idea why it was he was offered another way out. What if he could change who he was for the better? What if he was stronger and what if he was worth something? Without hesitation Matthew took his offer. The following days were a blur. Matthew didn’t remember much of them—not that he wanted to. But it was towards the end that the boy who had given up so long ago decided at that moment that he needed to fight. And that was exactly what Matthew Carter did. When he woke up he was ruthless, taking what he knew on instinct Matthew slaughtered everyone in his path.

He just wanted the burning in his throat to stop. His only goal was to live, even if he didn’t know why. His maker had been there, watching and it was only after he’d calmed down that he realized they’d been put in seclusion. After having the much anticipated talk, Matthew was oddly okay with being something to fear. He liked it. It made him powerful. Over time his attitude changed. Matthew spends most of his time having fun and trying to make a life for himself despite everything that has happened.

#tw: death #tw: suicide #task: 01 #newcrestsupernaturallife