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β Λｑβΰ¨ΰ§Λ I think I might move to a fresh blog && just keep some things from here . I want it to be low activity , because the energy I had a while ago for val , while I still love her , is just unfortunately not always there . so , if you want to keep interacting , like this && I'll see you on the other side !!!!!! β Λｑβΰ¨ΰ§Λ
β Λｑβΰ¨ΰ§Λ I think I might move to a fresh blog && just keep some things from here . I want it to be low activity , because the energy I had a while ago for val , while I still love her , is just unfortunately not always there . so , if you want to keep interacting , like this && I'll see you on the other side !!!!!! β Λｑβΰ¨ΰ§Λ
grasp (maybe when he's drunk)
βπβΛβΉβ‘ she decided that perhaps the floor was not the best place for him , && he probably would appreciate somewhere more comfortable . she slings his arm over her shoulder , helping to lift him from the ground slowly && with care . she releases a small grunt with the effort , glad when she is able to settle him down on the couch . she is about to grab him the water again , when instead it seems he has other plans . she gasps as his fingers wrap around the lower portion of her face , turning it so that they are now looking at one another , her gaze wide eyed . her hands release the bottle in slight shock , glad it was still on the table , otherwise it would have fallen to the floor in her surprise . βπβΛβΉβ‘ // && @cardiomyapathy
" sorry, " he frowns and loosens his grasp just a little, not enough to let her go just yet. " I didn't mean for that to be so ... aggressive, I just..." his frown deepens as the thoughts swirl mindlessly in his head. he lets go and takes her hand instead, just something to hold while he sputters an apology. the world spins and he flops back into the couch, head sinking into the cushion and his eyes closing. " sorry, val. I thought I saw someone... "
βπβΛβΉβ‘ " no , n -- no , it . . . " she wonders if this is how he feels when she apologizes , because right now she felt awful for prompting such a reaction . she did not mean to have such a response , && sometimes she wishes she was able to not always have one in the first place , or one less exaggerated . " it w -- was not a -- agg -- aggressive , I a -- assure you . " it just took her by surprise , but when was she not ? she looks down at her much smaller hand in his own , her head slightly tilting as she tries to decipher what he means . " I . . . f -- for -- forgive me , but . . . w -- who did you b -- bel -- believe to have s -- seen ? " βπβΛβΉβ‘
grasp (maybe when he's drunk)
βπβΛβΉβ‘ she decided that perhaps the floor was not the best place for him , && he probably would appreciate somewhere more comfortable . she slings his arm over her shoulder , helping to lift him from the ground slowly && with care . she releases a small grunt with the effort , glad when she is able to settle him down on the couch . she is about to grab him the water again , when instead it seems he has other plans . she gasps as his fingers wrap around the lower portion of her face , turning it so that they are now looking at one another , her gaze wide eyed . her hands release the bottle in slight shock , glad it was still on the table , otherwise it would have fallen to the floor in her surprise . βπβΛβΉβ‘ // && @cardiomyapathy
OPEN:
kelly is laying on the floor, absolutely smashed after the conclusion of a solo bender.
" i don't remember inviting you. this is a party for one. "
βπβΛβΉβ‘ she gazes down at him from her place standing over him , sighing gently as she lowers herself down so that she is kneeling beside him . she already has a bottle of water , sizable too , in her hands , setting it next to her . " s -- since the last t -- text you sent m -- might not have been e -- eng -- english , I t -- thou -- thought a v -- visit was in o -- order . " she holds no judgement in her tone , just a gentle soothing cadence . βπβΛβΉβ‘
he tries to get up to greet her, but the muscles he'd worked so hard on were failing him. instead, he props himself up on his elbows and eyes the waterbottle bigger than her head. always a nurturer. maybe even better than him. he reaches out to pap her cheek, one side and then the other. " aw, Valerie. you're so sweet and pretty, like a butterfly. do you have a boyfriend yet? " pap.
βπβΛβΉβ‘ she did not expect much of him right now , she was just glad he was still conscious to be honest . he could put away a lot of alcohol when the mood struck , && that mood seemed to strike a lot more often nowadays . she smiles down at him , resisting the urge to brush his hair away from his face ; she did not want him to think she was babying him , just that she cared . when she had put down the phone , the first thing she did was fill up the water jug , something she always kept on hand . as he pats the sides of her face , she scrunches her features up , her cheeks heating despite themselves . " w -- why thank y -- you . i c -- con -- consider that a h -- high c -- comp -- compliment from s -- some -- someone like y -- you . " && she did , he was a kind man , but he was also not one to sugarcoat things . she looks away at the next question , biting her lip . " oh , no . no , i . . . i am s -- sure my w -- worry --- worrying w -- would not do me w -- well in that p --- pros --- prospect . " she explains , already unscrewing the top of the water so he can have a sip . βπβΛβΉβ‘
OPEN:
kelly is laying on the floor, absolutely smashed after the conclusion of a solo bender.
" i don't remember inviting you. this is a party for one. "
βπβΛβΉβ‘ she gazes down at him from her place standing over him , sighing gently as she lowers herself down so that she is kneeling beside him . she already has a bottle of water , sizable too , in her hands , setting it next to her . " s -- since the last t -- text you sent m -- might not have been e -- eng -- english , I t -- thou -- thought a v -- visit was in o -- order . " she holds no judgement in her tone , just a gentle soothing cadence . βπβΛβΉβ‘
open starter. patrick is a companion robot, created to be obedient to and date your muse. 18+. open to any muse for romance or sexual purposes, this is patrick's first time being ' activated '.
the white eyes fade, blue ones replacing them as patrick announces, "love link established," meaning he had been properly activated and awakened for the other's use. a bright smile on his face - no idea that he's a robot and not someone real. "do you want me to make you dinner, love or are you in the mood for something else?"
βπβΛβΉβ‘ she watches him , brows furrowing slightly as his hues shift shades , wondering if she should alert someone . was he okay ? she releases a small gasp when he speaks , bringing a hand to her chest as her cheeks flush in response to her slight overreaction . " l -- love link ? w -- what . . . ? " her head tilts to the side . " oh , that is not n -- nec -- necessary , sir . if a -- any -- anything I s -- should be o -- off -- offering to make y -- you dinner . " she explains , since isn't that how things are done ? she brushes past the fact he referred to her with that term of endearment , since it might just be something he does . βπβΛβΉβ‘
@mccklynaive || continued
Curiosity had gotten the better of Anthony and now that the question was out there, he wasn't quite sure what to do. Of course, he wanted to kiss Valerie. He just wasn't quite sure how to go about it. Or even if she wanted him in that way, but now that she had actually asked him to, it was clear that she did, in fact, want him to kiss her. He swallowed hard, then leaned in very slowly, still giving her room to stop him should she change her mind, his lips tentatively meeting hers.
βπβΛβΉβ‘ she was not going to be the one to ask , as she never would have gathered the courage she needed to do so . she simply stole glances at him when she thought he was not looking , her gaze going down to his lips as she thought about what they might feel like pressed to her own . she does briefly wonder , if he has done this before , if he had been taken with someone in such a way that he felt the need to have to kiss them . he has been all over the world , seen many things && met many people , surely he had to have stolen the heart of another the way he did with her . he was wonderful , kind && compassionate , how could he not have ? her teeth stress her lip a moment as his face approaches her own , her breath catching when he kisses her . immediately , she feels a warmth spreading through her , the gesture so tender . not sure what to do with her hands , they stay at her sides , not wanting to touch him without his permission . βπβΛβΉβ‘
"Can I kiss you?" (Anthony getting a bit bold)
βπβΛβΉβ‘ she was hoping he would ask , as she has been wanting him to for the longest time now . of course , they were both far too shy to do anything about it , but she had still held out that something would happen . her eyes raise to his demurely , trying to communicate how much she does want this , wants him . " p -- please do . " βπβΛβΉβ‘ // && @museumofmuses
@mccklynaive || continued
Axel knew that he hadn't really given Valerie a reason to be afraid of him. Maybe he had just gotten better at being more humane over the course of the years that he had been immortal. Still, somehow he found himself a bit disappointed in that fact. "Huh. I suppose that people aren't afraid of vampires anymore."
What was he supposed to do now?
βπβΛβΉβ‘ it was odd , almost like he did not appreciate the fact that she did not harbor fear towards him , her head canting even more to the side as she takes him in . her brows completely furrow themselves , waiting for him to speak next . when he does , she understands where his confusion lies , though still , he did nothing to harm her . she looks away , quickly rolling up her sleeve to expose her wrist . " I h -- have not had much e -- exp -- experience with them , but . . . are y -- you . . . . do y -- you need to . . . . ? " was she offering a total stranger her blood ? yes , she was . βπβΛβΉβ‘
β why arenβt you scared of me?Β β (axel @bloodypyre )
βπβΛβΉβ‘ her eyes shift away from his && instead go to the side as she thinks . was he supposed to have instilled some fear in her , that she was not aware of ? of course , she was terrified of everything , but . . . he seems genuinely surprised that she did not seem to harbor such feelings . he had not shown her anything with his behavior to display a need to , so . . . . why ? " p --- par --- pardon me , but . . . is t -- there a r --- rea --- reason i s -- sho --- should be , sir ? " βπβΛβΉβ‘ // && @bloodypyre
figured it was time i stepped in.
βπβΛβΉβ‘ it would not be hard for one to see that valerie was not the most comfortable right now in this setting , though she was doing what she could to maintain her composure . stefan had suggested trying something out of her comfort zone , && so here she was ; though she was not sure if this was what he had in mind . she had been asked to dance not too long ago , && as always , she had been too polite to decline the request . she follows them out to the floor , stiffening instantly when she feels their arm encircle her waist , taking her other hand . her eyes plant themselves on her feet as they start speaking , though she was just trying to wait this out , her body taut as they lead her to the rhythm of the music . the closer they draw her in , the more she wants to slightly press back against them , but she doesn't .
she cannot say she is not glad when she recognizes who it is who has come to save her , offering the other a gentle smile when he finally lets go of her . her frame slightly shaking as she raises her head to peer up at him . " t --- thank y --- you . " her voice is meek , quiet ; like she was guilty she could not handle this situation herself . βπβΛβΉβ‘ // && @salvatoraes
@ofmcck liked x for a starter || valerie & bennett.
βΈ» β You worry too much,Β β Bennett muses, perusing the shelves of the library they found themselves wandering. Picking up a new edition of The Catcher in the Rye, he turns it in his hands. Such a forgettable book, were it not for the tie to John Lennon. He can't help but smirk. What was it about this book that intrigued Chapman so? Ultimately, the book finds itself back on the shelf. Bennett didn't see the appeal of Salinger outside of the fleeting novelty of a murderer's fascination with it.
β You make yourself sad.Β β
She was a sacrificial lamb in human form. If ever there was such a thing. She wasn't exactly the witty conversationalist he typically was drawn to, but her unique perspective felt as if some poor child's imaginary friend had found herself speaking with him. It was comical. Novel. Her proper etiquette did cause her to seem a touch neurotic at times.
Yes, she appeared, in Bennett's eyes, to be a bit of a worry wart.
Now, he could be reading into things. Despite his consistent trying, he wasn't perfect. However, he kept his focus on the books as he spoke to her dismissively. He couldn't let her think he cared enough to want to improve her mood.
βπβΛβΉβ‘ his confession is not something she is sure how to respond to , && though she did , she did not believe she did ; of course . no one who did ever fathomed that to be the case , did they ? brows knit themselves together in confusion as she trails behind him as he peruses the titles , mostly keeping to herself . her hands remain as they always do , nervously fiddling in front of her , not picking up any of the books , just watching his reaction to the different ones . they have taken to going on more casual outings , even though her mere presence seems to borderline offend him .
she has not read the book he is holding , but he seems amused by it , like recalling a distant memory of sorts . the smirk he wears is off if she has to be honest , something darker lurking behind it . as he returns the book , she wonders what he did like in a novel , since this one did not seem to garner favorable attention from him ; though his emotions were barely every shifting away from indifference , carefully composed as anything .
at his summarizing how she makes herself sad , she is not sure how this would be the truth . she tilts her head to the side , frowning to show her confusion . sad ? from thinking ? then again , if he said it , far be it for her to debunk . he has said a lot about her , bluntly so and to her face , most of which has been accurate && she did not wish to admit . he was like a predator stalking its prey , every glance her way assessing her , measuring her up to see if she got some criteria which she honestly did not . he almost had fun with it , though she was not sure as to why . she was not someone to talk much , so she would allow him to fill in the blanks , mostly being the one to carry the conversation . she would just listen , but it seems he has this . . . fascination with her ; it's odd . it's like she reminds him of a play thing he can toy with .
she did worry of course , but was it too much ? now she was more nervous && second guessing herself . she did not mind how he didn't address her when he spoke , thinking that she didn't deserve as much anyway . also , the intensity of his gaze was too much , so she was grateful for the respite when she could get it .
" p --- pard --- pardon my a -- ask -- asking , but . . . is that a bad t -- thing ? am . . . I m -- mean , s -- should I c -- change that . . . about m -- mys -- myself ? " was he trying to help her make friends ? or was it like his other comments , just a passing observation ? βπβΛβΉβ‘
βοΈ β βYou looked like you needed some sunshine.β (Gabe visiting Wonderland? @bloodypyre )
βπβΛβΉβ‘ he had brought her here without explaining where they were going , or for what reason . though she barely knows him , if at all , she finds herself trusting him already , && so she followed where he led . upon reaching the clearing that he had brought her to , her brows furrow for a short moment , until her eyes widen , twinkling with awe at what she is seeing before her . her hues shift from their usual shade to reflect what she is witnessing , adopting a more turquoise shade as a feeling of peace comes over her . she watches as the lights around her flicker in && out , almost dancing around her . she turns to him with a large smile on her face .
" t -- this is . . . . b -- bea -- beautiful . " her tone holds the wonder she is experiencing in the moment , never having even seen the sky of her own world , let alone one this magical . βπβΛβΉβ‘ // && @bloodypyre
@mccklynaive
grey never suited her . however , annie was glad for the jumpsuit's coverage over her belly , just beginning to swell with life . rude awakening , that was . without any substantial schedule and with finnick away with the star squad , her days left her open to wandering . lunch , at least , granted a brighter chance at socialization , even if her stomach turned at the thought of the bland food ( if one could even call it that ) .
with a tray loaded full of boiled potato chunks and unsalted vegetable stew , she sat down next to valerie . the girl , younger , proved a great comfort in the sea of cold - hearted people in thirteen . a beam of light , kindred spirit . " hi . " a smile graced her lips , rare nowadays . " you're so tough to find . if i didn't know better , i would think you were avoiding me . "
βπβΛβΉβ‘ everyone in the compound wore the same grey , shapeless outfit , be it they were a man or a woman . it was a uniform of sorts , signifying them as being part of district thirteen now , part of the rebellion . Valerie herself did not mind her lack of choice in her attire , as it never did bother her before , && a lack of options even made it easier for her ; she never did well when given things to select from , instead being told what to do . she found herself acclimating quickly to the ways of underground environment , finding it to be quite familiar in ways she never would have expected . others seem to be having a harder time giving up their individuality , like miss trinket , who had to be taking it the hardest .
however , though this was one aspect that she did like , the rest was not something she did . she was someone who liked order && a set of tasks to do for the day , but the life of someone down here unless one enlisted to help was just finding ways to spend the time . she had been going to the hospital wing to see peeta , but after a few incidents , mr Abernathy would always keep her away from doing so , so she didn't get hurt . it was not his fault when he lashes out , it is what they had done to him && how they altered his mindset . she would be sent back the way she came , && she would have to find other ways to occupy herself . annie has been someone she went to a lot for the sake of company , the woman coming into being pregnant , && left alone when finnick would away doing what he had to with the rest of his patrol .
that particular day , Valerie did not find herself to be all too hungry , her stomach twisted in knots on itself as it always was . she has been unable to visit peeta for a while now , && her concern for how he might be was even worse . she was assured he was fine , but that was just to get her to rest or stop worrying so much , which never happened anyway . when the woman lowers herself to sit beside her , Valerie offers the best smile she can . it showed how tired && run down she was , but she would do her best to hide this fact && focus on Annie instead ; she must be going through things much worse than her own foolish fatigue .
" h -- hello , miss c -- cresta . " her tone is gentle , though her voice is hoarse , like not in the practice of being used . " oh , not a -- avo -- avoiding , I a -- assure you . " it was a genuine statement , as she is not one to do so . " m -- most -- mostly in the h -- hosp -- hospital wing . " she admits , since even if she was not allowed to see him , she would pace the hallway for a while , needing to get rid of some of the anxious energy some way . βπβΛβΉβ‘
@mccklynaive
"Greetings, young lady," the Count's voice echoed on the walls as he walked down the hallway, lit by candlelight all around. "I'm so sorry for the bad reception; Tadeo, my servant, is out. What brings you to the Vrolok Estate?"
"Oh, please, come closer. I don't bite," he smiled, careful not to reveal his fangs to the - delightfully human - visitor, "I'm Vrolok. Domingo Vrolok. Enchanted to meet you."
Domingo knelt on the sheets beneath him and took the point of her pleasure in his mouth, licking and sucking it firmly, rhythmically and perfectly, growling low in his throat as his fingers ventured inside her for the last time in tandem with his tongue.
His free hand moved from her cheek to her chest, where he stroked both her mounds and her nipples, playing with them as to get her to relax and climax.
Domingo's tongue lapped up the drops of her essence, moaning in delight before coming back from her sex to her naked body, his arms wrapping around her in a hug, the sensation of her chest grazing his own driving him mad with need.
"It's alright, Valerie," Domingo whispered as he held her as she cried, "you need to feel this. This pleasure that runs through your body like your blood through your veins... You did wonderfully," he added, kissing her hair.
β Good morning. β
A TYPICAL GREETING, UTTERED IN A TYPICAL TONE. Indeed, as he stepped through, dressed in typical attire, his hair typically styled, hazel eyes framed with round-lensed spectacles - as was typical - there were no initial signs of anything untoward.
β Sorry I'm late. β
IN HIS RIGHT HAND WAS HIS SATCHEL. Again, typical. However, what perhaps wasn't was the fact that his left hand was pressed against his stomach. If one managed to observe closely enough, the faintest hints of crimson were visible between his fingers. As for his next words, they were spoken as if there was no reason for urgency at all:
β You'll have to excuse me. I've sustained a minor stab wound. β
βπβΛβΉβ‘ " g --- good m -- morn -- morning to y -- you as w -- well . . . dr . " it took her a moment to complete the greeting , as he mentioned how he did not want her to use such a formal moniker with him anymore , && she was doing her best to remember it . she gazes up from the stack of papers she has been sorting through , rubbing at her eyes as she does so occasionally . a small yawn leaves her , which she smothers with her hand quickly .
the way he was speaking was so common , so usual for him that nothing set off any alarms within her that she had to fret . her hands move , sure of themselves as she continues her task , though whatever relief she had felt at him finally arriving at work was short lived when the next sentence left his mouth . her head flies up , her eyes widening as she takes in the evidence of what he has mentioned ; there was indeed blood peering out from between his fingers , && she hides a yelp of surprise . she does not even ask , does not even give a second look , getting up from the desk as she vacates her seat , gesturing with her head . " s -- sit , p -- please . " she asks of him , already moving , hastily , to get the first aid kit she knew they had stashed away . βπβΛβΉβ‘
