fred , twenty4 , mexican coven .
puppeteered by solace , he + him , twenty2
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@repulsifs
fred , twenty4 , mexican coven .
puppeteered by solace , he + him , twenty2
-—– / BIOGRAPHY / DOSSIER / INTRO / PLOTS
* / with vivien
the soles of her feet , padding against the ground as she continues . finally , coming to a stop just short of the stand. hands finding her knees , she exhales deeply , with a sharp inhale . regardless of the fatigue , viv is riding on the high of the victory . in fact , had she the energy , she would have danced a victory lap around him . “ well , well ! “ her voice is still breathy , a flash of a smile as she straightens her posture . “ you owe me a bag of cotton candy for this . that was my wager . “
𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 , there’s not a doubt in his mind viv would have won fairly if they were still equals . her form had shrunk from fred’s view long before he had even taken a step to match her . ( right , he should be a little winded , huh ? ) lungs swelling , flawlessly contrived but admittedly more exasperated at the stakes viv had posed after the fact . “ i’m getting this feeling i was conned . ” a waft of dread , half - beat burden of regret —– but the showcasing of joy on his face . “ FINE , fair is fair . bag of cotton candy for viv the victorious , take your pick . ” humbly parting with a bill from his wallet .
Alice Oseman, Radio Silence
♡ : @stubbcrn ⸻ FORKS’ BBQ
𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 , defying often belligerent nature of a newborn without knowing what a feat it was . fred’s tested constantly , wrung through the teeth of hunger && drawing himself back every time . well , only kept together now because he’d gorged himself prior to the event . the only thing to secure his mental clarity is BLOOD && this price he will pay on repeat . he’s still a predator , ISN’T HE ? the curling warmth of crimson-soaked sins dripping from his agape mouth but a memory . ( him , the trees , THE BODY ! ) miles from forks where he’s learned to hunt and where no one will find . where no one here knows the beast of him .
oh , but this normalcy he’s clung to is tricky when the seams of his sheep skin feel particularly tight . he wanted to leave , stiffened as a marble statue and she’s the first thing that compelled him to MOVE . bella , their soul that existed at the same frequency of his own . he recognized her easily , threading the outskirts of commotion . they too , he surmised , would rather be somewhere else . defying nature , the both of them . “ hey bella . ” lacquered , curling out to greet just as he migrated to her side . “ i didn’t think you were coming out . ”
* / with vivien
event starter: the bbq . closed for @repulsifs .
location : the parking lot .
with her tote bag strap fixed on her arm , viv held it in place with her right hand , eagerly hopping down the steps of the library . fred at her side , she faces the sky , exhaling deeply and dramatically . “ finally , freedom . race to the cotton candy stand ? i’ll go easy , i sw–” she’s off , nearly tripping on the heel of her converse as she clears the staircase .
𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 can’t seem to sit still , fraught trajectory of his gaze spiraling like a carousel from vivien’s bouncing stride to his own footfalls . back , forth & back—– her theatrics rupture his focus to look and follow suit up to that breadth of sky . he’s admittedly distracted , fixated more on feigning BREATH just as necessary than that freedom she’s proclaiming . ( to avoid scent and its sweet offerings . ) “ OH , you’re joking — ” half - bitten laugh while he picks up the pace , radically calculated to be artfully human . he'll let her win .
Susan Sontag - “Death Kit”
* / with hasan
His hands twisted fitfully in front of him as he observed the bustle of the barbeque, his breathing shallow and his eyes carefully guarded. His head was still reeling from the events of the week prior and worse still, he was positive that both women who had continuously plagued his thoughts would both be in attendance, and, while he loathed to admit it, he was shamefully curious to see them both once more.
But, regardless of his personal failings he wanted to participate in the event. It was the charm of small towns that drew him to them to begin with, the compassion that was nurtured within them restored his faith.
Then he turned his head, picking up on the presence of another just a moment too soon for it to look completely natural. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked.
𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 can’t reach him here ⸻ his sole companion for years evaporated ‘midst the fragrant revelries of forks . ( how he wished it would carve a path to him even still , like a loyal dog . ) fred knew . he knew before he’d donned the sheep’s skin for humanity’s eye —- he’d be putting an end to his reflexive ability , his tacit will to force others away . NAUSEATE THEM ! SEND THEM RECOILING & RETREATING ! all to leave him alone . yet even in that knowing he found himself mourning the loss of solitude just as he mourns himself . oh , what a sick game irony plays .
he sojourns , an outlier , fully intending to keep away from the cynosure of excitement in silent observation . fred’s not so different as he was before this , his lonesome soul and all . thick brume of inactivity settling as narrowly subdued hunger sweeps its carnage through him like an abattoir . he swallows it , alongside that uncanny instinct he notes within himself . “ yeah . ” second nature , a reflex response . ( how are you ? i’m good , how are you ? ) “ i should be studying but it’s . . nice to get out . what about you ? ”
* ⠀ ✞ ⠀ lee jaewook . cismale . he + him . | * cue this body means nothing to me by shrimp * | fred was just seen lurking around forks' community college , wonder what they’re up to ? they’re a twenty4 / 24 year old vampire that has been in forks for a few days because he's searching for the cure . their allegiance lies with the mexican coven & given their + perspicacious & - reclusive personality , it’s no wonder they feel skeptical towards the possibility of a cure & hopes the existence is true . | humanity carved from the bone and milled out into dust in the mortar of brutality that it uses to line its gums, learning a fluency in war while fate throws your carefully planned future to the wind, the peccant teeth of nausea twisting in your stomach at mere thought of someone ( at least you swore there was someone but god you can't remember ) .
Lee Jae Wook for Cosmopolitan Korea (2022) ‣ Behind the scenes photos