Lucius Harper

ancient language/ speak through fingers / the awful edges where you end and i begin

[bing-rhee]

“Hey, do you ever wonder if fish get thirsty? Because like, if breathing in the water is like the air for them, how does that work?”

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“They probably don’t. Must be nice not to have to worry about thirst anymore.”

[tllmans-deactivated20191006]

“I’m starting to think that episode of Parks and Recreation about the gay penguins is the best episode of a show I’ll ever see.” 

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“Must be very disappointing for the rest of your binge-watching experience... to have peaked so young. What a shame.”

[flynnaganrider-blog]

     ❝ Long story short — ❞ Flynn managed, choking down an overwhelming feeling of nausea as he shifted away from the sunlight, ❝ I’m gonna need the whole town to pipe the fuck down. Also, a coffin. Pro tip: don’t drink. Ever. ❞ Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was aware the advice was bad for business, but he was mostly just distracted by the incessant pounding in his head. ❝ Someone call the Stabbingtons, let them murder me once and for all. ❞

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“I’d let you borrow my coffin, but i’m not that kind of vampire,” Lucius said, one eyebrow raising at the state of the bartender before him. He thought he’d find Vidia at the Wolf’s Den, but she wasn’t working. She probably had a shift at the beach and Lucius was not about to touch that part of Charming during this time of day. It was bad enough that the windows of the Wolf’s Den were so bright that he had to actively avoid the patches of sunlight as they poured inside. He had his talisman on him, but that didn’t mean the bright light didn’t irritate him, still. “It’s also a good thing alcohol doesn’t do much for me. I do not envy you. Although if you really need help in the murdering department, that can be arranged,” he joked. It still hurt to talk to Flynn sometimes, knowing that the man didn’t remember anything about him, but Lucius was nothing if not self- destructive. “Let me warn you: I’m bad at it and will probably cry over your corpse and no one wants that.”

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curtis-bonnet:

“I… I want to stop being a werewolf. I hate it, and recently I can’t sleep. Something is triggering bad memories. I don’t know what it is, but it’s been nagging me and I don’t know… I don’t even know what it is.” Curtis bit on his bottom lip, running a hand through his curls before looking away from the man. “Wh-what about you?” He offered. 

“Honestly, about the same,” Lucius said, his eyes trained on the ground in front of him. “Except I’d rather not be a vampire if it means constantly putting those I care for in danger.” He’d attacked Curtis’ co-worker, after all. “There’s no hope for me. I’m dead. But your heart is still beating. You have a chance. But.. I know what you mean about the dreams. There’s nothing quite like your brain trying to torture you during the one time you’re supposed to be getting rest.”

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madeline-morris:

Without showing any reaction to his victim, Madeline merely nodded and locked the name into her head. She didn’t have direct connections with her, but she knew at least one other person who did. She would call as soon as Lucius was in the shower. She was caught off-guard when Lulu launched himself into her arms, the most she could do was hold onto him and try to keep them both from falling. That was when it hit her. As much as she thought the words, they never were spoken aloud. She let him go for this long without letting him know that she loved him. Once he backed away to take the shower, Madeline paused, taking in everything that had happened, and let out a shaky breath. He would be okay if it killed her, and it just might seeing him in this much pain. But until she was lying on the ground and getting cold, she knew she had to work. Stealing the clothes from where he left them outside the bathroom, she shoved them in the washing machine and let it work, her fingers already tapping out Curtis’ cell as she walked back to the living room. 

Finishing the call a few minutes before Lucius finished his shower, Madeline sighed and scrubbed a hand down her face, her hand sticking to some parts a reminder that she had stains on her as well. Hurrying to the kitchen to start the kettle, she then dashed upstairs to change clothes and grab a washcloth to scour her face with. She didn’t want him to see her and be greeted with an unnecessary reminder. Madeline had just left her room when he opened the door to the bathroom, stopping her in her tracks. When he began to offer her his appreciation, Madeline simply shook her head. Taking his hand in one of hers, she brought the other up to hold him steady as she pressed a small kiss to his wet head. “That’s my job, Darling. To remind you that I’m here for you always, and that you’re loved. I’m sorry I wasn’t doing too well on the latter.” She took a step back, her hand reaching up to cup his chin. “Are you feeling better?” 

“What do you mean you weren’t doing too well on the latter?” Lucius asked, his voice curious. “I came here first. I could have gone anywhere, but this is the second time now I’ve showed up on your step in trouble and you’ve helped me no questions asked.” Although this time around was certainly not as difficult to get over as the first time he went to her for help when he first escaped from his sire, but her unwavering loyalty stuck with him. He looked up at her when she cupped his chin and offered her a small nod. “I could never thank you enough. Even with all the time I have to thank you, it won’t be enough.... I’m feeling better, yes. I’m much warmer than I’m used to... and very energized. Like... like I just had four cups of coffee.” Of course, he said this, but his words were still mumbled and calm as if nothing had happened. Only his eyes seemed less droopy and there was some color to his cheeks. “But I undeniably hurt someone, and I’ll have to own up to it. To her. Or possibly turn myself in... should I turn myself in?” He didn’t know what the rules were for vampire bites. He hadn’t killed anyone, but he didn’t know what kind of psychological damage he’d inflicted. Zoella told him one about vampire junkies--people who wanted to be bitten all the time--but Lucius didn’t think that was Izzy at all--especially with the way she looked at him. 

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zerosnohero:

Zoella liked to think that after a few years of being friends with Lucius, she knew his strengths and weaknesses better than she knew her own. It had become a well known fact around town that the two of them were one in the same. They were like two halves of a whole. Zoella thanked the stars for Lucius every day. If she had nothing else in this world than she had Lu and that was all she needed. “I’m not sure. I’ve heard they do. Our venom is like a drug to them. I wouldn’t know. I was turned before I got the chance. Let’s just say I’m not willing to find out. I don’t wanna be someones crack cocaine.” Zoella was no genius. In fact she thought herself incredibly dim witted. But, it was nice to have Lucius’ undoubting faith in her. Even when she was wrong he never held it over her head. Zoella rest her chin on the palm of her hand and smiled softly at the boy, “Don’t take my word as law, Luc. I’ve only heard rumor. Never seen it myself.” Her eyebrows raised, “You sure? I may not look ferocious but I can be when needed. If someone’s coming for you I’m not afraid to take them down a peg. It’s my duty.” Zoella shook her head, “No. I’ve never been a drinker. Alcohol wasn’t my thing. Now if I could find a virgin strawberry daiquiri blood mix I’d be in heaven.”

Lucius laughed a little awkwardly, knowing the feeling of needing a substance to survive. He’d been through several months of rehab just to detox his system and now it felt like his addiction to heroine only changed to an addiction to blood. He hate it if he became the cause of someone else’s addiction. Blood junkies? They were useful, but took the term ‘fatal attraction’ to all new depths. “Your word is the closest thing I have to law, so until I see something to contradict you, I’ll take what you say at face value and steer clear of the junkies.” His eyes widened at her mention of a virgin strawberry daiquiri mix. That was essentially a strawberry smoothie with blood added to it. He didn’t know how much it would taste like either strawberries or blood, but he was willing to try it. “I found that alochol doesn’t really do much for me. I can’t seem to get drunk. But I love drinking in general. Juice. Soda. Anything to give me a certain taste. We should make strawberry blood daiquiris together one night. I bet they would be a very interesting color. I’m surprised we haven’t done that already.”

[flightlcssvidia-blog]

Holy shit. Of every fairy he could have chosen, he had to have gone and bit that one. Suddenly, Vidia wasn’t too sure how well this could be contained, was no longer confident she could keep the other fairy quiet. That damn tinker tot was the last person she would ever be able to get anything through her thick skull but — for Lucius, she was still going to try. But now wasn’t the time for her eyes to stay slightly widened in her shock nor was it the moment to be worrying about how to handle Isabella.

It also wasn’t the moment to focus on how her heart raced and the very pit of her stomach felt warm and as light as air at the way he had emphasized that the sole reason it would be better was because it was her

When his tone took on a sharp edge she had never heard directed at herself, Vidia let her hand drop in order to cross her arms, waiting for Lucius to be done speaking before arching a brow. Words had been on the rise, a typical Vidia bite preparing to be laced within them but for some reason they wouldn’t come. She, at the least in this moment, couldn’t sass him. Couldn’t throw daggers of snark at him in return for his own tone. There was too much on the line to let this fall into an argument. “I never said it was an ultimatum that i was lying out. That’s on you and how much I know who you are behind all this woe is me I’m going to eat you alive the moment you look away please, run screaming while I brood off into the sunset bullshit. You’re my best friend, Lu. Which when said about you seems so trivial of a title because you just..you feel like more and I know you feel the same about me or you wouldn’t have ever placed me in the spot to be so at risk around you. I mean, maybe I care about you in a different way than you do me but I know that in some way, you DO care about me and maybe you think that once an addict always an addict makes you some kind of bad guy especially now mixed with the fact you have to suck down some blood in order to survive but I can’t see you as the bad guy, Lucius. I can’t stand here and listen to you tell me that you’ll end up sucking me dry because I just don’t buy it. Maybe it’s not my blood that has to be your addiction, I mean shit you’ve never once tasted my blood but yet, here you are. Sitting on my porch like a lost stray waiting on me to get home and unlock the front door. Here you are, scared and shaken up after something you did, waiting on my porch to what, apologize because you bit the bane of my existence who happens to be a fairy? You’ve never tasted my blood, Lucius Harper. You aren’t addicted to something you’ve never sampled. You’re addicted to the feeling you get hanging out with me — I think it’s called a good time but don’t quote me on that. We have fun together and that is something I’ll agree is addicting. I take a risk being around you, right? Return the favor then. Take a risk at trusting the fact that me and you? We go great together. Like an Addams and sharp things pointed at other people. You need a minute, fine. I can give you that. You don’t want to be somewhere that is overwhelmingly me? Then take me to finally meet Beelzebub. Or take me anywhere but in that house, I don’t care. I just want to be around you right now and help you sort this out.“

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Lucius blinked, if only to fill the silence that transpired after Vidia metaphorically bit his head off using her words. He didn’t know what to say. She said all of it for him. He couldn’t be addicted to something he hadn’t tried. Maybe he was addicted to Izzy’s blood and not Vidia’s. Maybe it was all in his head. He didn’t know. He wouldn’t know unless he took a leap of faith and did something about it instead of curling up and hiding in his apartment.

“Okay.” He stopped retreating, but he folded his arms, hugging his hands close to his sides. “Come to my place and meet Beelzebub.” He was staring at the steps of the porch and not her, but he was hyper aware of her every move. He never let anyone into his home. He was forever visiting other people. “You let me into your life, I think it’s time I let you into mine.” At least he couldn’t be accused of running away when he really didn’t want to. Vidia managed to sidestep into his life so quickly and so snugly that he hadn’t realized how important she was until he tried to pry himself away and realized they were so close it actually hurt to think about a future without her in it. He was going to have to get used to the fact that he was going to bite people and if he reacted to all of them the way he reacted to Izzy, then he was going to have a very difficult afterlife.

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sadiepratt:

There wasn’t much that Sadie had learned about Lucius, even from Vidia, who couldn’t seem to keep herself from working the name into any story that she possibly could. She knew that he was a vampire— it was possible that he was turned fairly recently, or that he simply didn’t quite have a grip on his own supernatural abilities, either way she was sure he wasn’t exactly a master at this thing that they’d both been cursed with. She could recall that he was a ‘ cool guy ‘, though in Vidia-speak, that could’ve meant a lot more than it did on the surface. Her fairy friend had just about as much grip on her feelings as Sadie did, which was to say none at all. Sadie didn’t hesitate to nod in agreement to his suggestion. She wasn’t one to shy from personal questions— she had nothing to hide, after all. Everything she did, she made sure to do it without shame or not at all. She followed Lucius to the designated spot, raising her eyebrows in expectation. She question she received as he finally spoke up was, decidedly, not one that she was expecting. “ Fairy blood? ” she repeated, if only to be sure she heard him correctly. Human blood, yes. Siren blood, on occasion. There may have been a mermaid or two, and a werewolf at one point, though her blood had tasted far too canine for Sadie’s preference. Never again. “ Can’t… say that I have…? ” Her voice turned up at the end, almost in question. “ Is this… about Vid? ”

“No, not... not really,” Lucius said carefully. He thought he had everything all planned out in his head, but as soon as he saw Sadie, he’d forgotten just about all of it. She was intimidating mostly because of her reputation and how many people Lucius came across who mentioned her. He felt like meeting her meant dipping his toes into more of the town than he thought he wanted. “It’s about Izzy. Isabella Tinker? The mechanic?” He swallowed thickly before continuing. “I may have attacked her accidentally, but if she were human, I’d have been able to pull back quickly. There’s something very... very different about fairy blood. I was wondering if it was something that maybe affected all vampires or just me.” His spirits fell when she said she hadn’t had any, though. It seemed he reached a dead end very quickly. “It’s such a trivial thing to bother you with. I’m sorry..”

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[lowkeybaddiee-deactivated202109]

I like being alone. I have control over my own space. Therefore, in order to win me over, your presence has to be better than my solitude. You’re not competing with another person, you are competing with my comfort zone.

Horacio Jones (via lowkeybaddiee)

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zerosnohero:

“Don’t worry. I’ll do the press and public meetings. You handle all the behind closed doors business deals. That’s true and it’s a nice thought but we also don’t want our groupies getting hooked on Vamp venom. There’d have to be rules. Like we only accept bags. Otherwise we’ll be stalked. You know what a bite can do to some people. They ache for more and I don’t know if I can have that on my conscience. And, let’s be real, I don’t want some creeps sitting in my hot tub one day just hoping I’ll bite them again.” The scenario was wild, sure, but that’s just who Zoella was. She came up with stories, with images in her head that could one day come true, and so she behaved as if her fantasies were someday going to become fact. It might’ve been dangerous but she had to occupy her time somehow. “Thank god for that. I don’t think I’d be able to live forever without having the choice to go out in the daylight if I wanted to.” It was true. She wouldn’t have been able to handle a world so dark for so long. She had always been a day time person and, though she liked the night, she definitely preferred the sunshine. “No it’s not weird at all. I try to force myself to like it but it often just feels like I’m misusing my teeth. There’s nothing to the sensation of eating anymore. It’s sort of depressing but, at the same time, we have no use for anything but our fangs. The rest of our teeth are just cosmetic at this point. Whoever is calling you weird can deal with me. I’ll put them straight.” 

Lucius knew he was going to be eternally grateful that Zoella could handle people much better than he could. Most people either mistook his sarcasm for interest or his enthusiasm for borderline creepiness. The rest of mankind helped him become a wallflower, blending into his surroundings. “Do they really ache for more?” Lucius asked. It was no secret he was very bad at being a vampire. He knew next to nothing about their kind. He had a tendency to hang onto Zoella’s every word since the moment they met. He knew he latched onto her so quickly, but he couldn’t help it. He saw a lot of himself in her and a lot of who he wished he was in her. Just being around her made him feel better. “I didn’t know people could get addicted to the bite. That’s... actually very interesting. I thought it all had to do with the glamour.” Hearing that he was completely normal seemed to settle his nerves even more. “It’s not so much calling me weird, just being genuinely confused by the notion. I’m sure it sounds strange the first time you hear it. I gave up trying to eat for the appearance. I drink for it now, instead. Speaking of which, have you ever tried mixing blood into cocktails or other drinks? I haven’t yet.”

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curtis-bonnet:

Curtis paused, blinking quickly at the man’s comments. He wasn’t offering to fix him, nor did he believe he could fix everything. He just… he just wanted out of his head for a second. “So I’m thinking that means you don’t want to talk about it?” He guessed, pressing his lips together after the comment came out of his mouth.

“Why, do you want to talk about yours?”

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brittiism:

Britt recognized the blonde from their last exchange - a vampire who didn’t seem to know much about his own kind. Despite his monotone voice and lackluster greeting, Britt smiled, still glad to have run into him again. Seemed they kept doing this at every bar around town. Siren’s was her preferred watering hole - the loud music and crowd of people letting her slip into the background, just another blonde in the crowd. Britt had hardly noticed the man beside her, but now that Lucius pointed him out…. Her nose wrinkled in disgust, shaking her head. “I wouldn’t want to subject you to that. I doubt I could even subject my worst enemy to that.”

“Oh, I don’t know, I think I could subject my worst enemy to that. It would be incredibly entertaining.” Lucius said truthfully. “You know, seeing them both suffer in a way that I won’t have to. It’s all the sweet without the bitter.”

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beyondbryce:

Ah, now that would make sense. Bryce nodded, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. The man seemed to lean into the table, raring to go. Bryce was actually quite taken with the conversation. After all, how often did people let him talk astronomy and reply with their own thoughts, not just merely tolerate his chatter? He couldn’t help nodding, appreciating the man’s metaphor the more he explained it. Lucius obviously knew his stuff, the binary description appropriate for Charming, suiting the small town rather well. “And what do you suppose this supernova could’ve been that drew everyone here? After all, most, if not all of our residents were born here. Or do you think that they were the supernova?” He arched an eyebrow. “It’s rather fitting, though I’d love to hear your thoughts on the quark star stage of Charming. What do you suppose about this town would lend itself to that analogy? Or is it simply a binary system with no progression from one stage to another?” 

“I was born here, too, you know,” Lucius said. He’d seen the birth certificate. It followed him from home to home, reminding him constantly of the mother who didn’t want him. “Maybe the supernova happened before I was born. Maybe it happened after. I’m not sure. What I do know is that I can’t seem to leave.” There was always something holding him back, even when he felt like he had no one--especially after he left the group home. He could have gone anywhere in the world and yet he stayed in Charming. He couldn’t escape its grip. “Truthfully, I haven’t stretched the metaphor much past the binary system stage. The addition of a quark star would mean implying that our neutrality, our reset button, if you will, will itself become a black hole. I don’t know what to do with that. I prefer the duality.” He was happy--far too happy--to be discussing the nature of Charming using astrological terms with the Sheriff--someone he should by all accounts steer clear from, especially considering his ties to Drusilla Kane, but he couldn’t help himself. His own preferences seemed to outweigh those of the town’s. “What do you plan on doing with all this love of space? I shove mine into writing, but I’m not sure what kind of outlet a Sheriff uses.”