[neworlxansflame]

Battered || Claire & Adam

[ncvinovat]

A number of things ought to have been considered before bringing her here, but given that the decision had been made in the heat of the moment, Adam couldn’t quite find it in himself to regret it. He may very well have been something unseemly, something that lived and thrived off the life of other beings, but it had not done what stories had claimed and changed his heart. Funny, that. She had always said that he’d been rather soft, passive and preferring silence to raucous argument. True enough, but her claim had often been followed by that which stated the years had made him kinder. He couldn’t quite see it.

Less tolerant seemed more spot-on, but Adam had never held it in him to really argue with her. Not beyond the teasing that came and went between old lovers.

The thought drew a deep breath and a weighted sigh, his head settling back against the arm of the sofa, spine curved with the structure’s shape. And he found himself missing her all the more.

[neworlxansflame]

Once she'd calmed herself down as much as she really could, Claire went back to the bedroom and shoved her laptop into her bag, mumbling nonsense to herself just as a way to keep her mind occupied. It wasn't really working, but it at least distracted a little from how sick she felt and the memories bouncing around her head. She didn't think there was really anything she could do, but just doing nothing didn't sit right with her.

"Adam?" Claire really hoped that he wasn't sleeping where he was on the couch. She didn't want to wake him up she just...she couldn't sleep anymore, and she couldn't just sit anymore, either. She was afraid she was slowly going insane. Even with all her problems, she'd never felt so uncomfortable in her own skin before.

"I-I think I have to go. Um, I wanted to let you know so I didn't just...disappear, but, I have to...go, do something." She didn't even really know if she was making any sense, it was so hard for her to get her thoughts sorted. Maybe the fresh air would help.

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My sweet summer is gone She left me here with sand in my bed She played me all night long But I’d do it all over again My sweet summer is gone And on my mirror, she made it clear Her lipstick can’t be wrong My sweet summer is gone

[ymutate]

I sat in the dark and thought: There’s no big apocalypse. Just an endless procession of little ones.

 Neil Gaiman, Signal to Noise (via ymutate)

[expressions-of-nature]

Lofoten : Dmitry Arkhipov

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[actressesarebetter]

Evan Rachel Wood

[thequeenofsand-archived-deactiv]

My muse just did something stupid that almost got them killed. Yell at them.

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[inboxideas]

Send me "So..." to hear what my character would say to yours after casual sex.

[neworlxansflame]

Battered || Claire & Adam

[ncvinovat]

"It’s—"

The intention was to say that her intrusion wasn’t so much of one at all; that he wasn’t so easily offended. Time had done that for him if nothing else: Ensured that his temper had fizzled out. Not that Adam had ever really been one with a temper to begin with.

But watching her all but hightail it back to the bedroom, he sighed, unwittingly doing that little thing with his brows, causing them to jump towards his hairline before returning, as if to say, “oh, well.” He wasn’t going to chase her. A girl with that manner of trauma oughtn’t be bothered with something so tedious as this.

Really, he hadn’t the slightest bit of motivation, wasting away several minutes staring at the foam pads that lined the one wall before turning the sofa back over and slumping into it. By God, he was bored, fed up with everything, but still he had no inclination to do anything about it. It was all just so… pointless now. Yes, pointless without the knowledge that, one of these nights, she would show up again on his doorstep, and everything would be complete.

[neworlxansflame]

It took a while, especially with the measure of anxiety twisting in her stomach because she hadn’t just turned around and walked straight back into the bedroom and avoided all that awkwardness, but Claire did manage to fall asleep. It was less because she actually managed to relax and calm herself down enough, admittedly, and more simply because she hadn’t physically been able to keep herself awake anymore.

Which didn’t wind up really being a problem in the end, because she woke up without even trying to when horrible, disgusting images started to flash behind her closed eyelids. When she was awake she’d been able to successfully enough tamp them down, but in her sleep she didn’t have that kind of control.

When Claire shot up in bed there were tears slipping down her cheeks and she felt desperately like she couldn’t breathe at all. She tried to not focus on that, though, because her hands were bathed in a familiar flickering orange and she knew she needed her priority to be to put the fire out.

She stumbled out of bed, still half asleep, and found her way to a bathroom. It didn’t seem to be functioning, but eventually she turned the sink on and plunged her hands under the cold water, gasping for breath and slapping her wet hands to her face, rubbing her palms against her eyes. She wanted to scrub every horrible memory from them but she knew she’d never be able to get them to go away.

[neworlxansflame]

The night felt as claustrophobic as the city had of late. On the streets he'd seen far too many people who just did not belong. Strangers to town and in search of something. For several nights he had watched them from a distance as they hunted on and on for whatever it was they desired. He watched in hopes of discovering what they were after. Perversely he wished to find it before them.

Claire hadn’t been in Detroit for very long but, already, there were things she loved and things she hated. How cheap everything was, that was certainly something she was grateful for. But the couple of hundred dollars she’d paid for her house evened out in now dangerous the neighborhood was.

Really, she wouldn’t have even dreamt of being out alone this late, except that she had been invited to someone’s art exhibit. It was far from official, but it was something for Claire to do. And she did love art.

She was so caught up in keeping one eye behind her, that the other failed to pick up the man she was walking towards, and she just barely managed to step to the side and avoid running into him. New Orleans hadn’t been the safest place to grow up, but Claire had definitely gotten a lot more jumpy since she moved here.

"Sorry! I guess I wasn’t paying enough attention." Claire laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her neck and silently hoping she wasn’t about to get murdered.

[neworlxansflame]

Claire laughed lightly, simply because she had met a lot of people who came to the States and absolutely hated it. She liked it well enough, but there were other places she’d been that she liked better.

"Oh, I really like this song. D’you want to dance?" Claire perked up, finishing off her whiskey as soon as she heard the music come on. Since she’d been in Detroit, she’d become a lot more interested in music, since it was everywhere.

[symphony-in-solitude-deactivate]

The vampire gave a slow shake of his head. “My apologies, but I don’t dance.” At least not in public among strangers. No matter how much he wished to keep this girl in his sights and learn more about her and her appeal to those following her, he simply couldn’t bring himself to do so. 

"Please feel free to do so however," he urged with a little gesture of his hand towards the dance floor. 

[neworlxansflame]

"No, no! That would be so rude!" Maybe not quite as rude as Claire would think, but she could just imagine how her mother would have scolded her for it back home. Instead of heading out to dance, she ordered another drink and flashed a small grin at Adam.

"So, what do you do? If you don't mind me asking." She leaned her hip against the bar, smiling interestedly. She was always just a little bit wary of new people, but he'd been nice enough to her, and she didn't have much to do but get to know people. Besides, she always found a little something from everyone she met that she could write something interesting about later.

[redhxnded-archive-blog]

psa;;

Whether it’s a short script or a long para, whether it’s been gathering dust for a week or a month or several months, you can always bug me to carry on a thread (especially if it’s my reply which is late).

Honestly, I’m so damned scatterbrained that I will appreciate the reminder immensely.

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[kveljastarchive]

notjustromantic ; only lovers left alive ; rules ; about ; verses

       { there is something to be said                                  about the one who does not break your trust;                   who sets the blade aside on the nightstand and     traces shapes over your bones with fingertips in the                             d  a  r  k.                                 what can and should be said about that soul            is that they are true.                                   that they belong to you, and you to them.            not just for a heartbeat.                                                                        forever. }

                                                     † multiverse and multiship                                                                     † 10+ years writing experience                                     † novella, paragraph, script, gifs/icons, etc.                                                          † oc friendly                                                                           † based on olla and headcanons                                                † askbox open ic and ooc

[the-warrior-king-deactivated201]

The Event

Henry did not like the people that were coming up in carriages for the ball, the late arrivals and the early mingling on the lawn as the party commenced. Henry was still in his room, still only half dressed and already on his third glass of wine. 

He detested these things but he had to do it. 

He drank his wine as he heard someone knock on the door and he was putting down the glass and permitting them to enter as he finished placing on his robe and his other jacket. 

[neworlxansflame]

Claire stepped into the prince’s room somewhat hesitantly. She highly suspected that the reason Wilson had sent her there for a ‘last minute check’ was actually just a way of telling Henry that it was time for him to go mingle.

"Does it seem like everything fits alright? Wilson just sent me to make sure there aren’t any alterations that I’ll need to make." Still, Claire smiled, because she felt that it really wasn’t her place to rush the prince. It didn’t seem to her like there were any tears for her to stitch up or anything, either.

[rp-ask-box-memes-blog-blog-blog]

You see my muse pole-dancing at a strip-club for the main event. What do you do about it?

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…and my muse will tell you one of the following after a random number generation.

MIX OF FLUFF, ANGST, NSFW, LYRICS AS PHRASES, ETC.

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