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Shotgun to the back of my heart — I don’t turn around to see who let one ring out

"Aura - you've got this terrible grin on your face like you know something I don't and I hate it. For as much as I love you like you’re my own sister, like you’re family you better freaking tell me. Wait. If it's bad news don't tell me and if it's good new please, please tell me. You know I hate being left hanging love. What's going on?"

@wailingaxrelia

#thought this was a good jumping off point <3 #literally so excited #( closed starter. )#( aurelia )

masondelgado:

“Oh, so you’re saying your reason for not killing me is simply because you don’t want to hurt Liam? Damn, Rhae, that’s pretty cold if you ask me.” The male laughed as both brows rose to glare at her. “You kind of tolerate me? I guess that’s as good as it’s going to get, so I’ll take it. —Eh, when do I ever listen to what people say, though? And hey, now it’s a story to tell.”

"Damn right that is Mason, damn right. No. You know I love you right. I only hate people that have given me a reason to hate them for being terrible people who hurt other people for no reason. Plus if we were to think about attempting to have kids far into the future or even in a place to consider doing something crazy like that anyways who would be their godfather? Hmm? Riddle me that. Sorry if that was too much info, Aura’s wedding has me thinking about the future and things but whatever." She shrugged it off. Things were going well for them and they were back together and in love like the two had always seemed destined to be but Rhae was still careful not to push her like or be too happy. "Never - you don't ever listen. A story - oh boy do we have our stories. If you want something better to drink you could give me a second and I’ll actually make something nice for you, idiot "

#( convo )#( mason )#my love <3 all I can think of when I see his name and that face is my son - my sweet son

eli-livingston:

“Rhae?” Eli blinked as her best friend came into her line of sight, things somehow falling back into place after a moment and the shifter attempted to sit up a bit. “I’m–- I’m okay– okay?” Disoriented and confused or not, Eli could already make out what was going on in Rhaella’s mind and even though she was laid up in the hospital, she wasn’t going to let Rhae beat herself up for this… she was fine, right?

The sound - the sound of her voice was the single sweetest sound she had ever heard in that moment lifting her heart, chest swelling with hope only to have it crushed. She lurched forward rushing to her side as if she needed to catch her only to pull back afraid to touch her still. She was not alright. Eardrums ruptured, a concussion - other injuries to count to that small list. "You're alive" Rhae breathed moving closer still hovering there on the edge of everything. "You're alive"

#( convo )#( eli )

catherine-hamilton:

All of this was sounding like complete gibberish to her at that moment, not that any of it was Rhaella’s fault, she couldn’t help herself after all, but once this had subsided Catherine would have to ask her more clearly about this. Right now, she just wanted to do whatever she could to help ease the girl’s pain. “Okay, we can do that dearest. Just give me your hand..” Catherine had chosen a home that lived on the back end of the forest for her own purposes but was finding it was going to come in handy tonight. Taking Rhae’s hand gently, Catherine lead the girl towards the back door of her kitchen and opened it, leading Rhae out in front and closing the door behind her.

Catherine was a calming force to the young woman, the living and breathing being who was as much death as she was full of life. The scream was still there, right there pounding on the door begging to be let in screaming for her to let it all go, to wail as any proper banshee should. If her mind was not full of voices, full of the same screaming cry that was ready to take over Rhaella would've clung to Catherine if she could. As the door shut behind her, as the clasp locked shut and every sense was assaulted with the smell of fresh air she let go of an awful wail. It nearly doubled her over, shredding through her like hands tore apart tissue paper. She was standing on her own two feet; standing and everything was quiet serene. The ancestors whispered a few words quietly now saying what they needed to say before they were gone, before Rhae held her throat and took a deep breath wanting to slump down in the grass. Worst of all someone was dead - someone she could've saved and didn't get to and her screams were killing her only because she did her best to repress them even if she practiced throwing her cries thinking privately stretching her vocal powers she'd have a handle. This was not how she wanted Catherine to find out and least of all she didn't want her to be afraid of her. "I - I need to sit down" She croaked in a soft whisper, voice cracking as throat throbbed a little. "I'm sorry, so sorry you had to see that"

#this is the worst omg I am so sorry #( convo )#( catherine )#also this is 900 years too late

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@liam-stephens

#( home - you were always my home )

eli-livingston:

Eli’s head felt like it weighed a hundred pounds and was going to explode, drums beating steadily at the back of her head as she opened groggy eyes against too bright lights, squeezing her them shut again almost immediately. Fuck. Trying again, this time slower, Eli squinted away from the lights, eyes falling on the person beside her bed, leaving the shifter confused. “What’re–” the shooting pain running from her jaw to her ears cut her off along with the sensation of everything muffled. She winced, trying to focus on the other while making a mental note not to stand in front of a screaming banshee ever again. @forgcttenkincaid @rhaecolwyn @wailingaxrelia @simon-talbot @dominique-demoriane @braxrockwell

All the world was spinning, swirling with light and sounds and beeps from a machine they had hooked up in the corner but everything still seemed so still. She hadn't left her side while Rhaella had been told several times to leave because visiting hours were over -- she was after all a hospital employee. Pulling the justification that she had every right to be here eventually one of the newer nurses who wasn't too familiar with Rhaella yet gave in and let her stay. Blonde head started to nod off, exhausted and numb before snapping back awake refusing to sleep. No sleeping, how could one sleep when you'd nearly killed someone least of all hurt a friend? Jumping up as she heard Eli start to stir and immediately shouted down the hall for one of the nurses. Leaning forward she looked Eli over quietly before speaking up. "Eli - Eli say something ..."

#( convo )#( eli )

eli-livingston:

Eli should’ve left when Rhae told her to. But she was too stubborn to contemplate leaving her friend in distress. If she’d left, she would’ve avoided the scream tearing from Rhae’s lips, throwing Eli across the room. Her head connected with the wall, stunning the shifter, and she cried out in pain as her eardrums ruptured. It was like a clap of thunder in her ears and Eli dropped to the ground like a rag doll. Everything was on fire. She drew her hands to her ears, blood trickling down the back of her head and her ears. She squeezed her now hazy eyes shut, protecting herself as best she could from the scream. Her head was spinning and she felt it in her bones, as though it was reverberating through her. Eli’s head pounded and eyes ached with the strain of staying shut. She was unable to move while her head swam and her heart beat like a war drum at the end of its song; her mind’s eye becoming hazy as darkness threatened to overtake the shifter.

The force. The crack and another scream. A scream far more terrible and horrifying then an regular banshees wail. It was as if watching it all in slow motion, like scrolling through slides one by one to watch them change and everything that in reality moved all too quickly to stop seemed to crawl. Crawl and yet as it left her Rhaella's hand, her entire body wanted to reach forward and pull back her friend into her arms, to bury her head in her chest and clasp her hands over her ears as tightly as was humanly possible. People had their curses, their shifts, their lustful hunger for the blood of a being but Rhaella's gifts as she always wished to see them as, as her family urged her to accept as special and she used to her benefit were a bloody curse. So much death, so much dying it only brought pain, pain to people she cared about and even the ones she could care less about but she cursed her family line, cursed this goddamn town as the force of her scream shocked even her and there was no amount of superhuman strength that could've caught Eli or saved her from slamming into the wall. Even as her own ears rang, far more used to the sound of the piercing wail as it was the lullaby of a broken woman and the tune death danced to Rhaella heard the cracking of a head connecting to the wall, slamming it so hard it was indeed thunderous. Then there was that scream. Eli's scream and Rhaella's hands shook with such tremors as in the length of time it took to breath, in a heart beat she was there on her knees. If Rhaella ever believed in god, ever once believed truly and deeply with all she had seen in life to seriously doubt his existence she fucking prayed, crying, sobbing as she tried to separate herself from the situation and react like a trained paramedic would act if this were any other person, any other injury and other situation entirely then coming face to face with the horrifying thought that she'd hurt someone she loved.

#fuck my life #bye everyone #rhae is just - nope - fucking nope.#tw blood

eli-livingston:

“I’m not leaving you, Rhae. So stop asking me to.” She took her friend’s hands in hers, holding them steady as she looked her straight in the eyes. “Then breathe– c’mon,” Eli coaxed, having had to calm more than a few people down in their line of work. “Just….one breath and then another. Okay?” She just needed Rhae to be okay and wouldn’t leave until she was.

It was a pitiful attempt to breath, to suck in and swallow air as if her lungs weren't capable of doing so even in shallow breathes. Looking at Eli how did you explain to her that she could kill her? How did you tell anyone that she could rupture her eardrums and shatter the glass around them. How did you say all of that and expect her to listen Rhae knowing all too well what it could do and knowing one of her worst fears in life was seriously hurting anyone she loved. The blonde had been lucky, lucky her screams came routinely that her banshee's wail could be controlled only a short amount of time to where she was out of range from anyone before letting it go. The blonde had been lucky.. had been. Luck was no more. Normally as cool as a cucumber, chill in the face of pressure and in the field where people had the chance of dying in her arms before they hit the hospital this was different. Under pressure at work with life on the line that was different, Rhaella maintained an even keel and a clear head. Tis was not normal, nothing about it was normal and her worst fear was about to come to life. he didn't want to hurt Eli. Goddamn it she didn't want to hurt her. Go away she wanted to scream but scream only threw open the door and all but invited that piercing shriek into the world with open arms. Rhae strained, she tried to resist but when she attempted to pull away and shove Eli's hands from her looking directly into her eyes, blue iris begging run just goddamn fucking run Eli -- it ripped through her. As she opened her mouth it one final attempt to warn her to get out of here it - it broke free. A scream. A piercing, godawful screech Rhaella tried to stop but it forced it's way out with such power it threw anything in it's path half-way across the room and into the walls

#this is such trash im sorry #( convo )#( eli )

dahliawrightx:

Heartstrings plucked and a real laugh graced out of her mouth, always happy at the sight of her blonde cousin especially with so much sass in tow. “Mae'n ddrwg gen i – See, I’ve been waiting for you to make your majestic presence shown. I’ve had the movies and popcorn and alcohol prepped for weeks Rhae, weeks. Every night the bottle of tequila cries out for how much it misses you.”

"Weeks? What can I say Dahlia - people won't stop dying or acting a fool around here and my job is very demanding and I am building up the hype behind such magnificence. Hiding out until exploding back into the world scene" She chuckled "Jose does miss me but we can share it and drink to our health and that we're still here kicking ass and taking names and breathing. Still breathing is a good thing"

#omg this is five hundred years to late i am sorry :C #( convo )#( dahlia )

kaixhunt:

Kai stepped inside, taking a seat on the couch. He remembered the dog when she had him out for a walk a few times before, even managing a small smile at the sight. Rhae’s words drew him back into reality though. “It’s pretty straightforward. I really care about this girl…like I can’t even put it into words, but I was always too chicken shit to say anything. We hung out and we were friends, and that was it. Then I finally got up the courage and asked her out right? We went on one date and then I got myself into some things. Lost my head if you will. The next time I talked to her she goes and says she’s dating someone. Just like that. What the hell is that? But you know what, it’s my fault. I waited too long.”

She knew those words, knew that look and had felt what he was feeling though things were better now and her's was one of the rare instances where love had indeed conquered all -- even death. The blonde however knew his pain and all to well. "Sometimes we have to lose the things we love to see we loved them in the first place and we are all victims of time and space never in the right place for anything. Perhaps she had feelings once two and through your blindness you wounded the one who loved you so her heart found someone who would love her and telling her you love her once the damage is done and bridges burned it take a lot to just digest ... all you can ask for is time from her. To assure her she is what matters nothing else, Can I show you something, you won't mind me getting personal with you would you?"

#( convo )#( kai )

eli-livingston:

“Rhae– stop…tell me what’s wrong. You look like you’re going to pass out.”

"Eli I - no Eli please. I just I need to get out I need you to leave me alone run far, far away from me. I don't - please" Rhaella pleaded, throat closing trying to breath as she tried to steal her nerves against the scream, against everything she was. All the voices in her head cried out for someone all at once and would continue to do so until they won and broke the banshee or she let them scream in unison with her heralding death after death into this world. "I need to breathe"

#( convo )#( eli )

kaixhunt:

While realistically Kai knew he had a few friends in town, it was the latest train of thought that had left him wondering who they were. He had probably contemplated who to go to for a while before he had ended up there at Rhae’s door. He nodded, grateful for her kindness as he got to his feet. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.” More than words could say actually. Between the incident with Damien and then with Clary and his thoughts wandering to the state Jess was in…how did you process all that?

Walking forward, unlocking the door she held it open for Kai letting him know he was welcome to make himself at home. Wayne her pup was snoring on the corner of the couch not to be bothered with the world knowing he'd had a long day of play with his sitter. "Hey if you need to talk it out - only if you want. We might have dark minds that think a like but friends weather storms together and share the burden. I got you"

#( convo )#( kai )

masondelgado:

“—okay, seriously, what the hell is in this?” the male questioned as he tried not to choke on the drink. “It tastes fucking disgusting. What, are you trying to poison me?”

“Bitch please. If I wanted to kill you I would’ve done that when we were kids. Strangled you in gym glass. Lets be real I wouldn’t do that - I love your best friend too much to rob him of a brother in arms. Plus I kind of tolerate you as a person because you’re my friend as well…“ Rhae laughed “Told you not to drink it Mace. Told you so.”

#this was in my drafts okay #cause the babe and the buddy need to interact

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[all] quirks my muse habitually has.

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hanarichinspiration:

Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.

1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly. 38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45: Sceptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

#task05

axjohnson:

“Is there something bad about your father coming up to throw the biggest party, raise all hell and heaven to come and rejoice that his daughter is trading in her tourniquets and stretchers for a gun and badge? On the bright side, he’ll feel proud, but this is ultimately your decision about your career —- your future. You have a point there, sweetheart; there’s not that much of a difference between jobs since the goal in the end is saving and protecting someone’s life. You hold onto that promise. Let’s not step too far ahead; as much as I like the idea of having children, I can’t picture myself settling down anytime soon. It’s hard finding that strong connection with someone nowadays. That’s a long name! But I like that it begins with mine, so I can’t complain. Why Stephens, though? You blushing isn’t all that bad.”

"Dad's heart can't really handle that much excitement any more and heaven forbid I have kids anytime soon. I will consider it though I love what I do but its just been an idea ive been throwing around. You can be sure i'll keep that. Not leaving you any time soon. Stephens... Liam is the only one I'd ever want to have children with and to be quite honest. He's the only one I want to see at two in the morning nursing a baby in the other room whispering to it how precious it is be it one we have or adopted. Ana when you find that connection you'll know. You’ll know"

#( convo )#( anatasia )

kaixhunt:

@rhaecolwyn

Kai didn’t know where to go or who he could turn to. He just knew he couldn’t be alone. Not after everything. He didn’t trust himself, and he was visibly a wreck as much on the outside as he was inside. Rhae wasn’t home when he first approached her place, so instead he sat by the door waiting. Knees pulled to his chest, he tried to keep his more morbid thoughts at bay. Everything had spiraled out of hand before he could do a damn thing to stop it, and he wasn’t sure what was up or down anymore. Nothing made sense. He only lifted his head when he finally heard her footsteps, his eyes all but pleading. “Can I stay here tonight?”

The night was still very much young to Rhaella at the very least. Her shift today was long and hard filled with challenge after challenge but thankfully no one had died and she hadn’t had an episode of her own. When she got home having made the executive decision not to spend the night at Liam's the banshee planned on simply falling asleep and sleeping the whole night through but Red Creek always had other plans. She was surprised at the sight she found waiting for her, lingering there on the doorstep. Concern washed over her face as she walked forward, eyes looking him over. Kai was one of her more interesting friends who no matter what wore his signature smirk but the Kai she'd encountered was a broken version of that man and it stirred in her the most motherly response. "I have a random assortment of food in the fridge, some of Liam's clothes and he wouldn’t mind you wearing them. Take a shower, take a breath and I've got you. You're my friend Kai, you're always welcome here in my home -- always. Come on in, can't have you left out in the cold. Come on love, I've got you"

#( convo )#( kai )

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