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growing closer. prompts for characters getting to know each other.
“i don't think you realize how much people notice you.”
“you don't seem particularly trusting. then again, maybe neither am i.”
“you have a habit of appearing at interesting moments.”
“you strike me as someone who trusts their gut. am i wrong?”
“i've noticed you always leave before everyone else.”
“i think you enjoy keeping people guessing.”
“you seem restless.”
“it's strange how you can be surrounded by people and still feel alone.”
“have i ever told you that you're difficult to read?”
“you look like you haven't slept.”
“you know this place well enough that i'm starting to wonder if you've always lived here.”
“do you ever worry about the kind of person you're becoming?”
“i've known a lot of people. none of them were quite like you.”
“i can't decide whether people truly change, or if they just become better at hiding parts of themselves.”
“i had the strangest dream last night. do you remember yours when you wake up?”
“the more i get to know you, the more i keep noticing little similarities between the two of us.”
“i didn't realize you'd remember that.”
“most people seem uncomfortable with silence. i never minded it much.”
“you seem to know more than you're saying.”
“you seem comfortable on your own. i wonder if that's the same thing as never feeling lonely.”
“do you always look this serious?”
“you're easier to talk to than i expected.”
“i've always thought trust is harder to earn than people pretend.”
“you always seem to be watching.”
“i think you've been avoiding me.”
“you're not at all what i thought you would be.”
“whenever i ignore my instincts, i end up regretting it. what about you?”
“i wasn't expecting to run into you again.”
“i can't tell if you're someone who enjoys solitude or just tolerates it.”
“i know it sounds childish, but i can't help believing some people are meant to find one another.”
“you make a terrible liar.”
“you don't strike me as the sort of person people forget.”
“i think people underestimate you.”
“i can't decide whether you're charming or frustrating.”
“i don't think i've seen you smile before.”
“i wasn't sure you'd come.”
“it's a little strange. i think i've started looking forward to seeing you.”
“sometimes i wonder if we ever really know anyone.”
“you're surprisingly good company.”
“i think most people would like to believe they're good. i'm not sure it's always that simple.”
“i think being truly understood is a far rarer thing than people realize.”
“i don't usually tell people this...”
“you make that look easy.”
@onebigerror ( tamryn macher ) sent : "You're not a monster" (to Erin)
TAMRYN’S WORDS INSTANTLY DRAW a loud bark of laughter to burst from erin’s lips , smoke puffing out of her mouth as her eyebrows lurch up comically towards her hairline . oh god bless tamryn , she really has not a single fucking clue what’s going on right around her . she truly needs to become just a bit more observant , but erin has the sinking suspicion that [ … ] that just isn’t going to happen anytime soon . the younger macher sibling has always been one hell of a fucking airhead , and it’s probably going to take something quite drastic to snap her out of that . well , erin thinks , if all this ghostface shit somehow goes wrong ― her guts suddenly sink , blood running cold just from the notion alone . no ! ! ! she isn’t even going to entertain that train of thought . nothing will go wrong … everything will go exactly according to her , billy , and stu’s plan . with any luck , tamryn will never find out just how wrong her statement is . the brunette doesn’t exactly feel guilt in the same way as supposedly normal people , but she isn’t sure that she’d be able to handle the look in the other teen’s eyes if she ever discovered how deep erin’s internal darkness actually goes .
SHE GIVES HER HEAD a subtle shake , lips fighting the urge to form a sinister smile . erin covers it with a violent cough as she passes the joint between her fingers over to tamryn , free hand swiping through her unruly dark hair . she can’t be showing her hand , not with how absentminded mini macher is ; that’s why she’s not fucking involved in this shit . they wouldn’t have even been able to pull off casey && steve’s murders , if she had any clue as to what’s going on . the girl would have run screaming and crying straight to the police station , everyone knows it . hiding their dirty deeds away from stu’s sister has never been a question , ❛ i think you have a lil’ too much faith in me , ya silly goon . ❜ she mutters with a chuckle , leaning back against the bleachers that they’re currently seated under . it’s said with just enough dry humor to be taken as a joke , but she is being honest in a way that she rarely feels that she can be . hiding behind the facade of normalcy is common for her now , but sometimes she still can’t help sneaking in hints to her genuine nature ― like the zodiac killer leaving cryptic ciphers for the police && the media .
❛ BUT , I APPRECIATE THE sentiment . ❜ erin flashes tamryn a cheeky grin , eyebrows waggling playfully . that’s a full blown lie now . she doesn’t appreciate it at all ; she knows full fucking well that she is , in fact , a horrible monster . she takes immense pride in that fact . she has maimed , she has killed [ … ] and , she will continue to do so until someone finally gets a hold of her && makes her stop . or , until she drops dead . truthfully , she’d rather the latter happen .
@theirmadness ( birdie baldot ) sent : does it make you nervous when i stare? // @ theo
THEODOSIA IS AN INTELLIGENT woman … she knows when she’s in the presence of a fellow predator . but , there’s something inherently different about the monstrous aura that surrounds the other woman . she cannot place it completely , but it feels almost as if birdie is something other than human ― something darker and far more dangerous . golden hues narrow just minutely , gaze flicking quickly over her newfound companion from head to toe . she’s both sizing her up && appreciating the obvious beauty that is directly in front of her . dragomir , her wretched so-called husband , oftentimes seems like he’s less jealous when it comes to theodosia taking female lovers into their bed . if she’s indeed incorrect in her assumptions about birdie , well [ … ] she’ll just be one more body to add to the proverbial pile of rotting corpses laying at her feet . theodosia adores pretty things , but she is not below killing them if it suits her ; sometimes , it even occurs accidentally when her sexual appetites grow a bit too consuming .
FINALLY , HER EYES DRAG back up to birdie’s visage until gold locks fiercely onto blue . full lips curl up into a smile that can only be described as serpentine , insidious && creeping just like the death she swiftly provides to those she deems as beneath her . the air between them noticeably shifts , the darkness growing darker around them until the light from the fireplace in the constantinescu manor’s parlor is nearly extinguished ― dragomir is not the only one who resides here that has sensitivities beyond what is considered normal . the environment seems to respond to her like it’s alive and , who knows ? it very well could be [ … ] or , it’s the echoes of her bloodline long since past reverberating throughout the bones of their ancestral home . there’s an overwhelming amount of energy here ; it’s both extremely draining and energizing for theodosia . she knows no other way to describe the sensation , ❛ not at all . ❜ she finally murmurs , a delicate huff of barely audible laughter rumbling up from somewhere in her throat .
❛ IT INTRIGUES ME . ❜ THE reclusive romanian beauty continues , voice soft yet somehow blunt all at the same time . nothing really , truly makes her nervous anymore ― except for dragomir . he’s a kind of volatile that she doesn’t know how to handle , and the demon that now resides within his body right along with him only serves to make that worse . this , though … this is child’s play . this is thrilling , this is fun . it has the potential to leave her genuinely feeling something , even if it’s negative . that’s all that she wants anymore [ … ] to feel something besides this destitute numbness . she moves , pale fingers gently yet firmly curling around birdie’s wrist as her head inclines towards her slightly . long wavy tendrils of black hair fall over her face , hues almost appearing to glow in the dim light , ❛ you intrigue me . ❜
@paramounticebound ( khan noonien singh ) sent : ❛ I came to bring you home. ❜ (( for masha! ))
SEEING HIM STANDING THERE in her pitiful apartment has masha so stunned that the chinese takeout she’s got gripped in one hand actually slips through her fingers and falls to the floor , fried rice && chopsticks scattering onto the floor as she stands there frozen in place ― like a deer that’s suddenly caught in the headlights not of a truck , but a train . warning bells are going off in her head , dark hues darting between her pseudo father and any possible routes of exit … or battle . she doesn’t want to go back with him , she doesn’t want to return to that hell . she’d been sold freedom , but what he’s given her has been anything but . she traded one cage for another that seemed better only on the surface . after spending so much time beneath khan’s thumb , when she had run [ … ] she had absolutely no intention of ever coming back . deep down , she’s known this entire time that it was foolish of her to think that he would actually stay away . she just wishes that she could find peace , but hell seems to ride on her back everywhere she goes .
❛ AM NOT GOING . ❜ MASHA finally manages to spit out , her russian accent thickening in her distress . she’s trying her hardest not to show it , despite the obvious evidence littered all over the floor that hints at the contrary , but she just cannot keep the quiver out of her voice ― or her hands . her body shifts slightly , stance widening and knees bending in a subtle yet all too apparent display that she’s going to do one of two things : fight or run . which one she decides on depends entirely on what his next move will be . in spite of her shock and fear , the young blonde still manages to keep her wits about her . her eyes never stray far from khan and his body language , but when they do ( just for a split second here and there ) [ … ] they’re scanning the room . she’s both consciously && subconsciously taking note of anything that could be useful or detrimental . she knows that her body is a weapon all on its own , but he taught her most of everything she now knows ; she has to find some way to gain the upper hand . because she’s not going back . no matter what he says or what he does , she is not fucking going back there .
HER SHOULDERS SQUARE , JAW setting with dark determination . her upper lip curls into an ever so slight snarl , a hissing breath escaping from between her teeth as her fingers twitch dangerously by her sides . then , a slow deep breath is taken … in through the nose , out through the mouth . stay calm , masha ― don’t let your emotions get the better of you . her hands curl into fists for a moment before gradually relaxing , ❛ go back home , papa . you will not be leaving with me . ❜
@splinterdsouls ( cain duskborne ) sent : receiver finds sender covered in blood // salome
SALOME ISN’T EXACTLY UNACCUSTOMED to happening upon people who are covered in blood . she is more than a witch , after all ; she is the horsewoman of death … the accrid stench of it draws her in like a moth to a flame , like a great white shark catching the scent of blood in the waters . she knows what she will find , in a way ― a corpse . so , it isn’t as if she’s going to be surprised . as she follows the smell of copper , the redhead must resemble an elegant version of a humanized bloodhound [ … ] nostrils flared , a certain predatory sharpness nestled within sea green hues . she isn’t a vampire , it isn’t the blood exclusively that has activated this side of herself . she simply cannot resist the soul deep pull that the aura of death dredges up from some cavernous place inside of her . the only warning that cain has of her presence is a brief flash of red as she rounds the corner to find what awaits her in the shadows . her footsteps leave no sound , her clothes don’t even rustle . it’s her hair that gives her away , bright as it is .
SHE’S SUSPECTED THAT SOMETHING is different about the frontman of crimson collapse ever since she’d first discovered their music . a lot of people think that the whole vampirism thing is simply a publicity stunt to sell more albums , more tickets , more merch ― salome has known differently since the very first moment she’d heard cain’s voice . he’s legitimate , a real creature of the night [ … ] she’d just needed to prove it to herself , hence how she’s found herself in this situation . any normal person would be screaming at the top of their lungs , weeping at the sight of the freshly dead woman laying at his feet . instead , she just quietly watches the scene with hands clasped in front of herself , white lace clad fingers intertwined over her stomach . should she be afraid ? perhaps … but , it isn’t like she is completely incapable of fending for herself . lightning fries vampires just like it fries anyone else , or that’s what she assumes . but , she has the distinct feeling that it won’t come to that .
❛ I’M SORRY FOR INTRUDING , i just … couldn’t resist . ❜ salome hums with a half shrug of her shoulders , a slight smile that nearly comes across as bashful flickering across her milk white visage . she’s not scared , but she will freely admit that she is extremely nervous now that she’s gotten to this point . blood rushes to her cheeks , painting alabaster a dusty shade of pink as she observes him && their surroundings . she’s got an unexpected innocence that lingers in her eyes , despite the obvious darkness in her existence . there’s an audible gulp , a breath that almost shudders … , ❛ my name is salome . ❜
@lastritez ( eddie munson ) sent : ❝ we keep each other safe. it’s my turn to protect you. ❞ kat <3
SOMETHING ABOUT THAT JUST doesn’t settle right with kat [ … ] it makes her guts feel like they’re churning inside of her , like the sea in the middle of a nasty storm . it’s not that she doubts that eddie can take care of himself or protect her . she knows that he can . he’s saved her ass from bullies more times than she can count . but , this isn’t some random jerk in the hallways of hawkins high that he can scare off by acting weird . this is a life threatening supernatural situation in which he has no real way to get the upper hand . meanwhile … she does . they may be raw and untrained , but her abilities mean that she does have the capability to actually be of use here . not only does she not want eddie to potentially put himself in harm’s way , kat also aches to prove herself . she doesn’t want to always be the skittish little girl who cowers and hides . she wants to be as powerful as she knows that she truly can be ― and , keep those that she cares about safe .
KAT GIVES HER HEAD an emphatic shake in the negative , her features forming an expression somewhere between panic and determination . panic because even the simple thought of something irreversible happening to eddie is enough to make her want to crumble entirely ― determination due to the fact that she’s already made up her mind as to what she wants to do . she won’t allow him to do anything stupid , she won’t allow him to play the hero , she won’t allow it . any of it . any outcome in which they both don’t make it out of this alive is simply not on the table . she puts one hand on his shoulder , fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as if to drive her point home further , ❛ no . ❜ her tone , in conjunction with her lack of a stutter , leaves no room for much argument . she knows that he’ll likely still try to fight her on it , but it’s no use . once her heart is set on something , she will see it the fuck through . that is absolutely nonnegotiable .
❛ I HAVE T―TO DO th―this . n―not you . me . ❜ henry is her cousin , after all . this was never a fight that eddie should have gotten involved in . is this her fault … ? it might be . probably is [ … ] but , she can deal with the guilt later . that’s assuming that she even survives . she’s trying not to think about the very real possibility of her not walking away from something of this caliber , but it’s not exactly something that she can tear her mind away from . tears prick at her eyes against her volition , oceanic hues somehow seeming even more blue as her bottom lip trembles . even still , kat’s determination doesn’t waver . she’s going to do this .
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@rapookiesmonsters ( jessie anderson ) sent : you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero? — to gideon albright
GIDEON HATES THE FACT that her words cut him to the quick , even if it is fleetingly before he’s rendered utterly stunned that she’s even tearing into him at all . on one hand , no . he doesn’t do anything specifically to be seen as a hero type of figure , he truly couldn’t care about any recognition or anything of that nature . on the other hand , however [ … ] she is correct . he has one hell of a hero complex , he always has . perhaps it’s because of how he was raised , enduring a father that couldn’t have given even half a shite about his own wife && son unless he was beating them . it made him want to be the type of man that always helps others , the kind of father who really gets to know and spends time with his kids . the old bastard did shape gideon into the man that he is now ― whether it’s for better or for worse remains to be seen . but , he’d rather lend a helping hand whenever he can than be the arsehole who stands around and does nothing while someone else is in danger . hero complex be damned , it’s what anyone with a backbone and semi working moral compass would do . or so he’d thought . now he’s wondering if he’s still a little bit too soft for this new world yet .
A HUFF OF A chuckle puffs out between his lips , their corners quirking up slightly as if he’s fighting back a smile ― or a piping hot insult that he’s likely to end up regretting throwing at her in the long run . jessie is a sweet girl [ … ] and , it’s extremely clear to him that she’s doing this && lashing out due to fear . if he thinks about it too hard , he can feel something tugging at his heartstrings … but , he doesn’t think that he’s going to acknowledge that . gideon is already actively convincing himself that he is too soft , he’s too easy on people , he’s too sensitive ( it’s no wonder to him now that chanel is as borderline useless as she is , her spoiled arse probably gets it from him ) . he’s not all that keen on proving his own point . he rubs his stubble , scratching at the back of his neck before his hand travels down until hooking around the strap of the backpack slung over his shoulder . his head tilts back slightly , which could be read as him looking down his nose at her … but , that isn’t what he’s actually doing . he just doesn’t have his glasses on him currently and he’s having a hard time seeing her clearly . luckily for him , he quickly realizes how it looks && corrects his face before she even has the chance to point it out . he doesn’t need to be reamed from one end of virginia to the other over something so stupid .
❛ IT’S NOT THAT , IT’S … ❜ his voice trails off into a thoughtful hum , russet hues no longer focused on jessie’s face [ … ] but on a patch of overgrowing grass just to her left . he doesn’t want to look at her glaring at him like that with such quiet fear in her eyes like she’s afraid that he might just up && disappear . on some level , gideon knows all too well that he’s reckless with his mortality . but , that’s not going to stop him from making himself a roadblock when the grim reaper decides to make an unexpected beeline towards someone that he just so happens to care about , ❛ ain’t got jackshite t’ do with feelin’ like a hero , jessie , i just can’t stand there with my thumb up my arse when someone’s in danger . it feels wrong . i’m not that far gone yet . ❜
@splinterdsouls ( the joker ) sent : don't give me that look. // to nora
OH GOD . FOR MOTHERFUCK’S sake … she goes in pursuit of one clown , only to find an entirely different one . of course that would happen to her , that’s just the kind of luck that nora tends to have . admittedly , though , this one is far less terrifying than art the clown is ― was . she isn’t afraid of him anymore , she swears that she’s not . she didn’t build up all the muscle that she possibly could , as quickly as she possibly could , because she still wakes up screaming like a lamb being dragged to the slaughter due to memories of him flashing behind her eyes in the dark . she didn’t make it her mission in life to kill the miles county clown because he still keeps her awake at night . she’ll swear it until her dying breath [ … ] but , that doesn’t make it even remotely true .
SHE CAN HAVE AN existential crisis later . right now , she needs to deal with the clown that is currently in front of her . goddamnit , she hadn’t even meant to go to gotham ― she’d accidentally gotten off the wrong exit while trying to get to miles county . for a second , just a split second , she could have sworn that she’d seen him … art . in hindsight , it was probably one of this dumb motherfucker’s goons . and , honestly ? that really , truly pisses her off [ … ] the kind of anger that nestles itself into the deepest parts of her soul && consumes her from the inside out . it might be in a roundabout way , but it’s the joker’s fault that she’s not back home right now . she could be doing more research , fixing her home set up , training , she doesn’t know . all that she knows is that anything she’d be doing there is infinitely more productive than whatever kind of fuckassery this is .
❛ YOU MIGHT NOT BE the clown i’m lookin’ for , but that doesn’t mean i won’t kill you too just ‘cause you got in my way . ❜ given the way that nora’s guts feel like they’re boiling due to her anger , one would think that she’d be screaming or growling like some sort of wild animal or banshee . but , she isn’t . in fact , the way the threat comes out is surprisingly casual ― more akin to the tone you’d use whilst speaking about the weather than what it actually is . if the tattoos and muscles adorning her body aren’t intimidating enough on their own , the ghastly scar across her visage ( from when art had so kindly attempted to rip off her face ) really sells it . she doesn’t need to try to scare anyone , it’s really not even something that she cares about [ … ] but , some things cannot be helped , ❛ so whatever you’re thinkin’ of doing , don’t . i am not in the mood . ❜
@onebigerror ( lenyx ) sent : ❝ hate me, blame me, crucify me; just please don’t walk away. ❞ (to Jamie)
DON’T WALK AWAY ? ! THAT’S all that jamie knows how to fucking do ! she blows everything up and walks away from the wreckage with a smile on her face ― and , not just literally ! she does that figuratively , too , especially in relationships . it’s far easier to just leave , as opposed to the unbearable pain of inevitably getting left later on . she can feel herself growing true feelings for lenyx [ … ] that’s why she’s trying so goddamn hard to cut && run . if she allows for this to happen , she’s just going to wind up way more hurt than she could ever hurt lenyx now . it’s better to nip it in the bud . it’s better to not drag it out . at least , that’s what she’s trying valiantly to tell herself . deep down , she knows full well that she’s sabotaging a perfectly fucking good thing ; she just cannot make herself listen to reason . this is yet another thing that she can’t resist destroying . what the fuck is she ? the great destroyer ? ! maybe she is … maybe she fucking is . maybe , just maybe , that’s all she’s fucking good for .
A SOUND THAT’S PARTLY an incredulous scoff , partly an almost shriek of angry laughter erupts from her lips . jamie’s eyebrows , as purple as her unruly locks , lurch up towards her hairline as she instinctively yanks herself away from lenyx as if she’s just struck her , ❛ do ya not know a fuckin’ single thing ‘bout me ? ❜ the question flies out of her with a certain quickness , but it’s shockingly gentle given her previous reaction ― nearly betrayed , like she thinks that the older woman should know her better . actually , you know what ? ? ? this is exactly why whatever this is between them should goddamn end : they clearly don’t know each other anywhere near well enough , and here they both are trying to make a relationship work . what a bunch of fucking assholes … , ❛ ya know what ? fuck you , man . y’ obviously don’t know me at fuckin’ all . ‘don’t walk away’ , that’s what i fuckin’ do ! ‘n that’s what i’m goddamn gonna continue t’ do [ … ] fuckin’ cockatoo ass lookin’ motherfucker … ❜
THAT LAST BIT IS absolutely muttered under her breath as she finally turns , beginning to angrily stomp away . the truth is that jamie will be back in the next day or two , sobbing and begging lenyx to forget everything that she said ― that’s even if she lets her get that far . a part of her wants the other to chase after her , to fight for her , to fight for what they both really want . but , she refuses to make it known . right now , she just wants to be alone so she can drown out her thoughts in relative peace [ … ] if there even is such a thing in her twisty little head .
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@splinterdsouls ( eddie munson kas the bloody handed ) sent : ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye // to kat
KAT SHOULD KNOW , AFTER becoming reacquainted with eddie now that his mask of normalcy has fallen off , that she cannot hide anything from him . if he wants to know something , or even senses that there’s something she may not be mentioning , he will find a way to get it out of her . notedly , she can’t recall a time where he ever physically hurt her [ … ] but , she isn’t exactly a difficult person to frighten . she’s flighty , she’s jumpy , she runs like a scared cat ( no pun intended ) more often than she doesn’t . she’s only gotten this far involved because she knows firsthand how awful her cousin is ― though , she feels inside her heart of hearts that she would have been dragged into it all anyway . her abilities didn’t come from the right mixture of genetics , just like henry’s didn’t . she doesn’t know how she knows that , but she does [ … ] just like she knows that she’s been marked by the mind flayer since birth . maybe even from conception . she would have found her way into hawkins’ underbelly one way or another , for it has always been inside of her .
WHEN HE GRABS HER by the jaw , she can’t help but to let out a sound that seems like the combination of a squeak && a gasp . her shoulders hunch up , tears instantly springing into oceanic hues as she instinctively clutches onto his tattered jean vest . kat isn’t sure if she wants to pull him closer in an attempt to calm him down … or push him away just to free herself and get a modicum of space . she’s already stressed , already overwhelmed . this isn’t the way to get her to talk , this is the way to make her completely shut down . eddie as he was before would understand that , he would know . but , this new version of him is an entirely different animal . no , it's not an animal at all ; it's a beast . she has to get to know him all over again , and that thought terrifies her as much as he now does . her hands shift to pound against his chest , rabbit-like fear taking over her before she has the opportunity to think of anything else . she grunts with utter panic , pushing and pulling in equal measure as the horror within herself mounts && mounts && mounts && mounts .
❛ L―L―LET G―GO , Y―Y―YOU’RE SC―SCARING me … ! ❜ that’s all she’s able to force out of her mouth , aside from increasingly frantic sounds of desperation . the walls around them begin to creak and groan , floorboards quivering beneath their feet . kat can’t control her powers very well , especially when she’s under distress . she doesn’t want to hurt him , even if he would have brought it upon himself . with her eyes , those ever expressive eyes , she’s begging him . begging him not to push her to that point , begging him to just stop && let her go , begging him to just go back to how she’s always known him to be . this ― what they’ve been reduced to ― is tearing her apart in ways that she didn’t know that she even could be . it’s like watching the other half of her soul die .
@splinterdsouls ( thalia hargrove ) sent : 「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat + reverse // ronan
GENTLENESS IS NOT IN ronan’s nature . everything he does has a certain roughness to it as much as it has elegance . he’s more accustomed to crushing pretty , little things with his bare hands than holding them cradled within his palms [ … ] but , something about thalia has always had a world shattering effect on him . she makes him feel soft just as much as she fills him with rage . she has a better relationship with their father , ares … he actually spent time with her , was a father to her . meanwhile , ronan had gotten nothing but scraps from the fucker for all of his multi century existence . so , he’ll always hold an amount of resentment inside of himself that is directed at tally ― even amidst the staggering amount of love that he hadn’t realized he was able to feel until she came careening into his life like the avenging angel that she is .
HOW HAD HE GOTTEN SO LUCKY … YET SO CURSED ?
THE WAY HE GRIPS her milk white neck with a single tattooed hand is sudden , like a viper striking at its prey [ … ] but , it’s also surprisingly soft . not because she’s fragile in any way , shape , or form ― but because ronan actually respects her . after how he’s been cast aside all of his life by both his human && unearthly mothers , he’s got a bone to pick with women . it’s like pulling teeth to get him to the point of genuinely respecting someone of the fairer sex , but it just comes naturally with thalia . perhaps it’s because she is actually on his level , as far as power goes . perhaps that’s just the power of love , as cheesy and obnoxious as that sounds ; it can turn even the most monstrous man into something that nearly seems angelic . with how beautiful he looks in this light , the soft furrow to his brow , the adoration reflecting within his eyes … he might as well be an angel .
❛ YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE i can really tighten my grip with … ❜ ronan hums almost thoughtfully , his fingers flexing around the slender column of her neck before gradually applying pressure [ … ] until , suddenly , his hand is clamped around his half sister’s throat as hard as he can . normally , this amount of pressure would instantly snap a woman’s neck and crush her trachea . not thalia . thalia is a demigod , just the same as he . thalia can take it just as well as she can dish it out . he’ll never take that for granted . the adoration in his eyes darkens into something more primal , a feral grin twitching at the corners of his lips as he leans down to press his forehead against hers . it isn’t an act of yearning or devotion ― it’s a way to crowd her , to cage her in even more than he already has , ❛ the others would be dead by now , their tracheas crushed [ … ] but you know that already , don’t you ? ❜
@splinterdsouls ( steve harrington ) sent : who the fuck was that guy? // to connie
CONNIE IS OBVIOUSLY QUITE shaken up ― literally , she’s shaking like a leaf in a goddamn hurricane . she’d accidentally forgotten her science book && homework at home due to lack of sleep ( it hadn’t been an easy night in the hart household ; there had been more screaming going on rather than sleeping ) and she had to get a hold of her parents to bring them . her mother , as it unsurprisingly turns out , is already high on whatever anxiety medication she’s got her hands on today . so … her father , who is already not well pleased with her , had to hand deliver her forgotten belongings to her . he didn’t lay a hand on her because of the amount of prying teenage eyes in the area , but that didn’t stop him from giving her a hug that was more of a threat than anything else . he’d squeezed the back of her neck nearly hard enough to choke , muttered something about how she’s in for it when she gets home from cheerleading practice . the dread that settles in her stomach lets her know that last night is going to seem like a fucking picnic in the park .
SHE VAGUELY REMEMBERS BEING half zoned out and somewhat stumbling back to the safety of the sidewalk , plopping herself down as she tries to calm her rapid heartbeat . connie can’t risk people finding out what her father is actually like behind closed doors . good ole dad very much thrives on his image , on how he’s perceived by others . if anyone knew the truth , he would suddenly be a pariah ― that would just make her life even harder at home , if she were to survive it at all . that’s why she needs to pull her shit together , and she needs to do it fucking quickly . but , it’s rather hard to do when her brain is flashing through all the times that he’s put cigarettes out on her skin . teary hazel hues stare intensely at her shoestrings . she reminds herself to breathe [ … ] in through the nose , out through the mouth . all that she can hear is the pounding of her own heart ― then , steve’s voice cuts through the fog . she jumps .
❛ OH … ! OH , UM … THAT , uh … ❜ connie doesn’t want to say it , doesn’t want to admit it , doesn’t want to claim that fucking loser as her own flesh && blood ― but , she has to , ❛ sorry , um … that was my dad . ❜ then , after a moment of hesitation , she begins to shakily put her things into her backpack before slowly rising to her feet and slinging it over her shoulder . she pulls on the sleeves of her sweater , eyes darting to glance at him for an extended moment with pursed lips . an expression of worry , ❛ do you know if anyone else saw … ? ❜ she figures that it might be better , if it was just him ; he’s already graduated and was probably just dropping robin off . still , it would be better if he hadn’t seen anything at all .
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jinx & jamie // based on "this is love" air traffic controller
"it's pathetic, i know. a jealous fool who won't let go. if i was sorry for my actions would I ever stoop so low. got no reason to live and i've got nothing left to give you but my love, love, fuck it, this is love..."
@onebigerror .
JAMIE HATES IT WHEN jinx gets like this , when she gets so lost in her own head that it torments her . but , she knows by now that nothing really helps her to snap out of it . so , the purple haired menace simply sits down across from the other ( and definitely mutters ‘criss cross apple sauce’ to herself as she does ) and leans over to lean her head on her shoulder . she doesn’t do too well with comforting people … she probably would be better about it , if her brothers hadn’t been killed [ … ] but , entertaining that particular train of thought will only bring her pain . that’s not something either of them needs more of , ❛ you don’t gotta gimme anythin’ but that , jinxy : your love . don’t worry ‘bout nothin’ else right now … ❜
@m1dn1ghthour closed starter for lucy & sylvia + theodosia & dragomir
finally, the fog that had completely surrounded the two girls began to thin. lucy blinked, trying to get a look at their surroundings. they certainly were not in the sunny, quiet little neighborhood where they’d been going door to door. nothing but thick forest surrounded them on all sides, and it was so dark. it was as if hours had passed without any recollection. lucy was terrified but tried to focus on what they should do. she was determined to be brave and not frighten her cousin who was traveling with her.
“no, sylvie.” she placed her hands on the other young woman's shaking shoulders. “breathe with me. it’s okay.” lucy’s voice was gentle but firm as she tried to calm the other missionary before it escalated into an asthma attack. it was easier said than done when she was trying to suppress her own fear. “there is a logical explanation for this. this is god’s will, and it’s where he wants us to be. he would not lead us down the wrong path.” her own faith was nowhere near as strong as her words. lucy found herself doubting and questioning all the time lately. it was something she struggled with silently, and it was eating her up inside.
she adjusted the backpack on sylvia’s slim shoulders and looked into her eyes. lucy felt like the worst person to be guiding her – a missionary who had lost her own way. it was a little too late to think about that, she had accepted the mission and would see it through. in her heart, she knew this would be her last one. she couldn’t continue to live a lie. that was a worry for when they were back home in utah. for now, she was going to be the pillar of strength and faith needed to get them through this. if not for herself, then for sylvia.
after surveying their surroundings, her green eyes settled on a trail cutting through the woods in front of them. it had to lead somewhere. if it did not get them out of the woods, it might still lead to someone who could help them. “we are going to go down that trail. i want you to hold my hand and stay by my side,” she instructed. sylvia took a couple of calming breaths but she was already wheezing slightly. “there has to be someone down there who can help us. remember, god sent us here. they probably need our help too.” she felt like a hypocrite, spouting words she was already questioning as they left her mouth. however, sylvia didn't seem to notice her cousin's wavering faith and simply nodded. "god sent us." she was soft-spoken and timid, but she had more than enough faith for both of them. It was remarkable, considering all the trauma she suffered as a result of their mormon upbringing.
"that's right. good." lucy responded taking sylvia’s hand in her own, she led the reluctant girl towards the path that disappeared deeper into the woods. it looked rather run-down, but as they continued along the winding trail, it gradually began to look more pristine. someone must have been taking care of the hedges and maintaining the grounds. she felt a sigh of relief as a house larger than any she had ever seen came into view.
“see? i told you. we’re safe. we can get help.” tightening her grip, lucy walked towards the house and up the stairs to the front door. something didn’t feel right, and it was nagging at her, but she tried to push it away. her free hand reached up to the brass knocker and brought it down against the heavy wooden door several times. at first, she heard nothing. after a few minutes, she was about to knock again when she heard footsteps. "what if they don't want us here? they live way out here for a reason. they might not like visitors." the taller blonde fretted as she eyed the door wearily. "we'll just have to win them over. you're good at that." lucy assured her. it was usually sylvie's gentle ways that made even the toughest of audiences at least give them a chance.
@onebigerror .
IT’S THE DAY OF one of their monthly galas and , while the secretive infernal monarchs do have live-in servants … theodosia is bustling about her family’s manor herself right alongside them . she always has a very specific vision about what she wants for these sacred days , not to mention that having servants has never quite settled right with her . but , this place is such a behemoth of a building that she could never handle cleaning it by herself . and , lord knows that dragomir won’t help . it’s beneath him , you see . not at all beneath her , of course , but beneath him . anatolie , bless him , he tries . but , with all of his painting supplies , he tends to make more of a mess of things . she’s in the middle of adjusting some garlands that are twisted around the banister of the grand staircase , a heavy sigh that reaches from the depths of her soul escaping between her parted lips , when she swears that she hears a knock at the front doors . blinking in confusion , golden hues swivel in their sockets to focus upon the large grandfather clock in the corner . it’s not yet time for guests to be appearing from the surrounding villages . ever paranoid , the hairs on the back of her neck rise .
THEODOSIA CAN FEEL HER innards turning into ice as the air inside the space shifts ominously … he’s coming . she can always feel when dragomir draws near ; it’s like all of the happiness of past , present , and future is sucked out of the room only to be replaced with dread . the servants all go silent , any quiet murmurings dissipating as his footsteps echo slowly down one of the mansion’s many hallways . as his shadow clouds the doorway , blocking out the light , the help scatters like cockroaches . they never linger long once he’s entered a room [ … ] they’ve witnessed one too many of their own fall victim to his unearthly wrath && they’d rather it not happen to themselves . that leaves theodosia , sadly , alone with him . anatolie is resting up for the gala on the other end of the manor , luminita is probably in the woods out back picking mushrooms . she continues fussing with the garland until she can no longer ignore his presence looming behind her , freezing like a doe caught in a hunter’s sights . her heart thuds within the confines of her chest cavity , a rabbit in a trap .
❛ UNII OASPEȚI TREBUIE SĂ fie sosit devreme … ❜ some guests must have arrived early . theodosia knows that’s why he has made himself known ahead of schedule . the knock on the door left him feeling as unsettled as she . dragomir lets out a low grunt , a sound of skepticism , as she turns to face him . it’s abundantly clear that she is more terrified of him than the prospect of outsiders . they could be witch hunters , vampyre hunters , religious zealots who have heard the truth of the infernal blood cult [ … ] yet , her own husband is the source of most of her anxieties . he pretends that he doesn’t notice , but the glint in his eyes && the subtle upturn of his lips say a world otherwise . being a man of few words , he simply jerks his chin towards the door before placing a rough hand on theodosia’s shoulder and turning her towards it . a light shove is given to her shoulder blade . not enough to knock her off balance , but enough that she knows that he wants her to open the door .
DRAGOMIR LOOMS IN THE foyer as theodosia pries the door open to find … two young ladies in extremely odd clothing . they are very pretty , don’t get the two of them wrong [ … ] but , they certainly do not look like they’re from around here . golden eyes squint slightly as the black haired woman gives them both very obvious once overs . paranoia turns to curiosity , and she opens the door wide enough that the two girls can look inside . it’s grand , candle lit , a portrait above the fireplace . if these two were smart , they would notice that something is wrong and run away . but , it appears as though their god has abandoned them here in this hell . it wouldn’t be the first time that this wretched land has dropped an outsider here . once they step foot into the constantinescu mansion , they are never seen again , ❛ ești aici pentru gală ? mă tem că nu va începe decât peste câteva ore … ❜ are you here for the gala ? i’m afraid that it doesn’t begin for another few hours . it’s said with a warm , apologetic smile ― a manipulation tactic meant to draw them in simply because she craves more information .
MEANWHILE , DRAGOMIR WATCHES FROM where the light doesn’t reach . he watches them with laser focus , like a hawk honed in on its prey from miles away . they’re so young , so pretty … their flesh looks so soft that one wrong twist might break it . he wants to find out what it’ll take to give .
