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That moment when nothing you write sounds good or is appealing. I wanna bury myself in a pile of sand and slowly dissolve into the ocean like the rest of it.
"Come back to Bed"
Fingers lace the boots that now sit on his feet, his green hues lifting to the soft voice that calls to him as he sits upon the wicker chair that is angled in the corner of their room. Chest still are as he feels his lips tug into a very faint smile as his voice slips out like a whisper on the wind. “ I will soon, but I need to eat. “ He mentions gently, rising to stand its dark out. Pitch black to be exact, and he knows within these canyons he can find a meal. Human or animal he wont be picky, however, he does have to hurry. He tends to feed when others arent around for the mere shame he stills has of how messy it gets and how weak and wild he appears during so. His hand outstretches to the shirt on the dresser at his side, slipping the thin fabric over his body he moves to the Bahati’s side lips grazing her temple. Thumb brushing her cheek before he gives a true smile, the full blown rarity shining at her as he sighs. “I will be back soon, its torture walking away now.”
Send "Come back to Bed" for you Muse catching mine sneaking out at or getting out of bed in the middle of the night
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The cool drafty air that linger among the canyon was inescapable, it slipped through door cracks and the hollow parts of rock walls. Yet there was a comfort in the soft breezes that just slipped among the homes and people that nestled deep in this hidden hive. Dark green eyes are aimed downward as the motion is familiar, fabric being pulled from his shoulders and body. His broad shoulders and back are turned to the door gaze more focused on his feet than anything, the bare pads touching the wooden planks. His tall frame takes a few steps forward setting the shirt upon the bed, a hand rising to shuffle through his thick blonde hair. When he feels the faintest caress at his side, hand shooting out to grasp the wrist of whomever it belonged too. Yet before he even turned her scent filled his nose, and fingers released her soft wrist. Head turning to gaze at Bahati, he feels the smallest smile upon his lips. Her presence causing the small expression to form, before he realizes her gaze isn't on him its on is rib cage. Where spider like marks are jagged and expanding as if made of lightening, they were dark and still held a purple hue to them as if they never healed. His voice was soft as he spoke, green hues looking to the scars. “Careful -- I bruise easily.” He teased gently.
(1/5)HALLOWEEN MEME; vampires
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“humans were galloping meals to us, they were eloping flavours. we were made of raw bones and brittle skin, but an unmistakable exquisiteness made to entice and a crave for red nothings. they were made of sugar (blood), spice (flesh), and everything nice (vice).”
there are ship partners and then there are ship soulmates who headcanon with you until you run out of things to say about your ship (which is never) and who you can message like “hey do this with me” and they will and who are chill about replies bc lbr your ships aren’t gonna die anytime soon
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mcthermurder
Her gaze watched as the other dropped the limp body of a man onto ground , the body making a thud when it hit the concrete causing her to make a slight face which she quickly masked almost as soon as it crossed her features . She killed people , she did it all the time . But there was something about seeing the other with blood all over him and him dropping his food on the ground that made her grimace like she had just done a few seconds before hand . But of course she had pushed the feeling off to the side considering this was her friend that she hadn’t seen in years , a friend that she would think about every once in a while and wonder what he was doing or how he was doing . And to finally see him again , she didn’t know how to react . She didn’t know if she should run and hug him or stay where she was in that very moment . Taking in an almost shaky breath , Bahati took a step closer in his direction and forced a small smile onto her lips . There was so many things she needed to tell him but she knew that where they were wasn’t the right place nor the right time . Her gaze locked with his as the small smile was still on her lips as she managed to say something , ❝ I thought you knew how to be less messy when it came to eating . .❞ She gently joked as she gestured towards the blood that covered him .
The thud echoed in his ears like the final judgement of a book slamming, and he could feel the regret that burned at his shoulders. The torn feeling between wanting to remove the blood from his stomach and to let it sit and take more a war in his mind, but it was softly fighting as his full attention was set on Bahati. It had been years since he’d seen her last, her scent filled the alley way and the familiar warmth that came with her presence followed. He knew how this must look, he’d dropped so low. Yet he’d starved practically seventy years -- not allowing himself a drink and it led him to this..to killing again. His dark green eyes fall to the ground for a moment the body still remaining at his feet like a plaque for his hunger, his ruthless ability to kill. He knew of her own killings -- but hers were cleaner, more precise. Fingers curl into fist that retreat slightly into the sleeves of his coat, almost wanting to shrink himself away as he notices the struggle in her eyes not to flinch and cringe. Its painful to see her react this way, but he remains motionless unmoved even if on the inside it strikes against him. His tongue ran along his lips clearing away the flickering tissue and blood, throat clearing as he feel a old smile tear at his lips. The very act so unnatural for so long that it takes him a moment to get it right before he does it, smiles at her with a friendly warmth the joke actually making him give a soft sigh. “ Fast food is always messy. “ He retorts voice deeper now that he’s feed, words low and fluid.
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mcthermurder
❝ Yes . . I hear you . Yeah , I know , you’re the alpha and demand to be heard but this is me you’re talking to so shut up . Look , Grayson . . I gotta go , okay ? Something came up . I know . . Yes , I know . . I gotta go though .❞ She hung up without letting him speak , her gaze had been on the figure that was once walking about twenty feet in front of her when he had suddenly disappeared down an alley wally , the movement having caught her attention which is why she had ended the phone call so quickly . Bahati knew she should probably just keep walking and get home , but the curious side of her was too much for her to just brush off . So after stuffing her phone into her pocket , she slowly got closer to the alley and peaked around the corner . But what she saw had her eye widening . There , was a figure , more specifically a vampire , drinking from the guy that had been ahead of her . That much was what she could see from the very little light there was . But there was a scent that was more definant than the smell of blood , a scent that she hadn’t smelled in so many years . ❝ Luca ?❞
Blood dripped from his chin, drops heavy and thick staining the shirt he wore. Yet as he drank he knew the man not to be innocent, it was in his blood -- memories that lingered along the beautiful cells that gave himself life. Teeth dug deeper into the neck at his grasp, the body in his arms drawing limp as he continued to feed. Fangs no longer aching as they had been but still a dull throbbing for the amount of blood he’d consumed, even if it may be the entire human body, still only quenched part of the thirst. Teeth ripped from his skin, the wet ‘slick’ sound echoing around him as his golden hues dimmed back to the forest green they normally rested at. His chest lifted even if he lacked the use for it, still a very human habit he held. Head canting to the side his sense were overwhelmed, delved in the wonders that was blood. It wasnt when he caught the sound of another heart did his stomach clench, the idea strong but now able to be resisted. Though at the sound of his name, his head turned. Green hues deep and rich locked onto the familiar figure, voice echoing memories from days past in his mind. Fingers release the man, body falling to the floor in a heap of remains as his own voice is wet and drowned from so much food. Sleeve being brought up to swipe at the blood but merely smear it more, the child like motion contrasting with the deep wise set eyes that remember the woman behind him. “ Bahati.”
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Teeth ached, mind pulsing with the sharp pain of hunger. Sharp beats of his invisible pulse pushing this feeling through his body, his teeth sharpened and easily ready to latch onto anything living. His nails piercing the skin of his own palm from clenching his fist too tight, his looming figure pressed to the brick wall of an alley as he stood still. Waiting for -- anything. He saw his chance, a gift it seemed to persevere an event before it took place allowing him to leave or lunged at the perfect moment. It wasnt but a second later his hand stretched out, a flash to mortals as it gripped the neck of someone. Jerking them back into the dark shadowed space, mind not noting their gender or even what they appeared only registering the thrum of blood that pulsed through their neck. Fangs pried open before sinking deep into the jugular vein, blood pouring from the broken skin as a scream died softly upon the lips of his victim. His figure turned from the world, somewhat ashamed and the other part of him dying to eat. It was a guilt ridden thirst and he loathed it, yet his lips never let up from the humans throat.
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