ocean child

❝i am the ocean. i am the sea. there is a world inside of me.❞ [multi-muse, mature, rp blog]

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blondexambitions:

Clarke watched him take her card, his eyes moving over her contact information for a quick moment before he placed it down on the table and stood up. That motion was all she needed to know that interview had come to a close, and she hoped for the sake of the case she’d be hearing from Bellamy Blake within the week. Following him through his house and towards the door, Clarke nodded her head in agreement when he spoke of keeping in touch, and she couldn’t help but send him a warm smile when he told her to keep her phones volume on. As his lips turned upwards in a smirk, something she honestly hadn’t expected him capable of, Clarke held her hand out for him to shake. “Don’t worry, Mr. Blake, I’ll make sure the volume is on it’s highest setting.”

Sending him one last smile, Clarke walked out the door and once it was shut behind her, she let out a deep sigh. That interview had to have been the shortest, yet most stressful she had ever had, and it left her with a need for a hot bubble bath and a large glass of red wine.

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After getting home, Clarke reported back to Kane on how the interview went and spent the rest of the night relaxing. Always a night owl, she found herself seated on her couch, half a bottle of wine gone, with the case files open on her coffee table around her. She was tired, but not tired enough to make her way to her bed. Looking up at her clock, she noted it was almost 3 am and that she should probably get to be soon. Clarke was in the process of cleaning everything up when he phone rang, a number she didn’t recognize. After a minute of hesitation, she answered and was quick to realize it was Bellamy.

His instructions were short and gruff, telling her to get to his apartment asap, and without much of a response she slipped her shoes on, grabbed her keys and was out the door. It took probably ten minutes to get to his house, the empty late night roads making it easier to get there fast. Running out her car door, she pounded on his apartment door, only taking a moment to realize she was in her pajamas for the night and hadn’t been able to change. But when the door opened, two large men standing in her way, Clarke didn’t hesitate to push past them until she laid eyes on Bellamy, and another man bleeding out on the couch. “Shit. Okay, I need a clean needle, thread, warm water and towels. Now!” She demanded, running to the patient and quickly figuring out the kind to state he was in and where the blood was coming from. “What the hell happened?”

his hands were slick with blood as he slid his phone into his pocket. he had only interviewed her a few hours earlier but in the moment it felt like a lifetime. Bellamy shifted his body to focus his attention back to the newbie that had caused so much damn trouble. really it wasn’t Jasper’s fault. the night was supposed to be smooth sailing. nothing had been brewing as far as he had been in the know of but apparently, that had been completely incorrect information. “don’t worry kid, the doc is coming.” he ignored the pain filled rambling as he presses on the wound from the gunshot he knew was painful. if it were anywhere else in his body, Bell would have dug it out himself and sewn it up but the torso made him nervous. he couldn’t tell if it was a trough and fuck if he knew if anything bad his hit on the way. 

he had enough blood on his hands, he didn’t need someone he actually sort of liked there too. 

in a blink, there was pounding on his door and someone else was reaching to get it. his hand still firmly in place with him provoking rambling from the younger kid leaning towards the land of passing the fuck out. taking in the sight of what he assumed was her pyjamas he ignored the sass-filled comment he had building on his tongue when none of his men were moving. “she didn’t fucking stutter.” Bellamy growled out and people were jumping to move when she came towards him. shifting so he was out of her way he waited for her hands to take his place before moving aside. 

“he got shot. i can’t tell if it is a through and through or not so i figured it was your area of expertise doc.” it was his way of saying she was hired but they could wait to go into the details later. “consider it a crash course.”

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stardustnwords:

The fact that he felt it was important to apologize made her upset soften a bit. She knew the man in front of her didn’t say he was sorry often. If ever really. So it sooth a bit of her annoyance. If she would have known what he was doing. She probably wouldn’t even be that mad. There was no real control to Atticus when he was in the moment. It was part of what she liked so much about it. Also, she didn’t want to spend the rest of the night angry. 

 His statement about a heart made her lips curl just slightly. It had been one random conversation forever ago. And it still made its way into their life from time to time. Shifting in her place her narrowed her eyes for a moment in thought. “A heart would have made it better..” she breathed lightly as she shifted to stand up. “But I guess I can moderately forgive you for making me wait forever.” 

Lifting her hand she tucked her hair bind her ears as she got closer. Her eyes shifting to look him over. “You’re such a mess.” she scrunched her nose a bit. It was definitely going to be a little bit before he was snuggle-able. “Shower.. then you can make up for being a jerk.” she huffed a little. 

his lips twitched into a smile when she mentioned that a heart would have made it better. it would have of course, he should have brought her one. the dead one in his chest did little in the romance department. With a tilt of his head Atticus watched her move from the chair towards him. 

a part of him knew that if his heart could still pound in his chest, it would. Aislin’s crimson locks flowed long and he ached to touch them. but she was right, he was a damn mess and he didn’t want to get her dirty. not at the moment anyway. “You could come with,” he offered up as an option. normally he could convince her to get into a bath with him but they were few and far between.

“It could give me a chance to get a head start on making it up to you,” absentmindedly he licked the corner of his lips just thinking about it. His feet shifted him closer to her for a moment, just to breathe in her scent before he moved at a leisurely human speed towards the bathroom. 

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stardustnwords:

Aislin wasn’t really that anal about time. She was often late if she was being honest. She also never really expected Atticus home at any specific hour. So usually she wouldn’t be upset about him coming home late. But he’d told her a specific time he’d be back. Which is why she even showed up in the first place. She was still living with her dad but spent most of her time with Atticus.

 If she would have known she would have been sitting there two hours past when he’d said he’d be home. She probably would have just stayed in her own bed for the night. Hearing the door open she straightened up a bit in the seat. Most of the lights were off except a little light above the kitchen sink. 

Was the slow spin in the rolling chair a bit dramatic, probably but it seemed fitting. Her eyebrow raised as he spoke. She momentarily found it slightly funny that here she was pissed off he’d been late. And the fact that he was covered in blood didn’t even phase her. It was probably a side effect of sleeping with a vampire. “Really?” she spoke her frustration lacing her words.

 “I could have just stayed at home if I was going to spend half the night alone…” she added her arms crossing over her chest. 

inwardly he winced at her tone. it wasn’t everyday he kept her waiting. matter of fact Atticus rarely ever did. which was probably why there was an expectation of him, oh well you know, staying on schedule. maybe he should have been a disappointment more often? pushing the thought away he focused on her stone expression and crossed arms. 

“really,” he countered with a shift to his facial expression, one of actual remorse. a rare thing for him indeed. he wasn’t going to play any games with her. she deserved better. “i didn’t plan on losing track of time and while i know that’s no excuse,” his words paused for a second as he nibbled on his lip in search of what to say next. “i can’t change it. all i can do is apologize.” Atticus let his words hang there for a moment before shrugging once more. 

“i am sorry but i didn’t bring a heart to prove it,” he finally continued, echoing a conversation that they had so long ago. honestly the old vampire hoped he could sate her anger so they could still have somewhat of an evening but if she needed a better apology he would find her ten hearts. what was a few more dead bodies.

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the squelching noise was nearly vulgar when he tore his mouth away from the gush neck. letting the body drop to the floor, he licked his lips slowly of the blood that clung before taking stock of the moment. five bodies really wasn’t too bad. each covered in their own gore. honestly Atticus was almost disappointed with himself. years ago it would have been ten or twenty. oh how time changed people. 

taking his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, he lit one quickly before taking a deep breath in. mm good. his mind caught up with him after a moment and he looked towards the clock. “fuck,” he was supposed to be home two hours ago. apparently his little bout of fun had gotten out of hand. 

sighing softly Atticus did little to wipe the blood away before sliding out of the abandoned building. seeing as he never abided by any speed limit, he saw himself home quickly before parking in his usual spot. nearly slinking his way up the stairs. he heard Aislin’s heart beat, steady as it was in the darkness of the apartment before he quietly opened the front door and made his way in. 

Atticus knew she was in the apartment but he hadn’t be expecting her to be sitting in a chair. waiting. looking around for a moment, he could only offer a confused smile as she twisted around in a swivel chair as if in dramatic effect. “I may have gotten a little carried away,” he offered with his normal accented tone and a shrug. no use in lying. he still had blood all over him after all.

[ncnpareil]

❝She had a face like a goddess, beautiful and pure. But her soul is dark, as if the devil himself gave it to her.❞

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xorendax:

there was no effort to hide the way his eyes rolled back at her comment. sure, he wasn’t dressed to the nine’s, but he always looked good. he put a great deal of effort into looking as though he didn’t. it was just what worked for him. his gaze caught hers, & even though it was only for a brief moment, in the back of his mind it felt like much longer. she put on such an aloof & nonchalant air, it would almost work if he couldn’t see so much more in those hues. she’d never been able to hide it from him, & likewise, he couldn’t keep his own from her. that’d been their way from the start. he was brought back to the moment by the lack of cigarette between his lips, & astor couldn’t help the grin as he pulled the locked door shut, & followed her down the stairs.

he feel in step beside her easily. her arm came about his, & maybe she hadn’t noticed he was already reaching for her, & that was fine. the couple across the street were smiling their way, & it wasn’t hard for astor to pick up on the game juliette wished to play. the more the merrier, was the saying, right? even if it wasn’t, he certainly wasn’t one to complain.

it was like he could read her mind, & that grin that was pulling at one side of his mouth curled into more of a smirk as he leaned down, “ you’re already being naughty, & we’re not even there yet. there’s no containing you, is there? ”

not that he had plans on being any less naughty - but the urge to tease her was always too strong.

not many people knew that in truth - her thirst was nearly unquenchable. while Jules had control over herself, it was always somewhere in the back of her mind. others didn’t know but he did. he knew so much more than anyone else. it didn’t matter that less than thirty minutes ago there had been a warm body beneath her & her teeth had dug into flesh to get what she wanted. she still wanted more. a l w a y s. icy eyes watched the humans continue on & couldn’t help but notice the blush that traveled along the girl’s features. oh yes. it could be a very fun night.

with his arm linked with her’s & his comment on the air she turned her attention to Astor slowly with a wicked little smile hanging on her lips. “no point in trying to pretend,” was the easy reply that danced off her tongue. Juliette was who she was. very aptly described as a spider by the man she had as company for the evening. “besides,” she continued before paused as they got to the doors of the building they were looking for. obviously classy enough to have doorman already checking the guests out. “you love me for it,” was finally added with a light laugh. 

her words were meant to tease but a portion must have been true in a way. it had been a very long time since she had even contemplated the word. love. strange little thing that it was. love to hate. familial love. the love of a lover. never could she pin down what emotions she held for him in her soul. but they hovered around care. that must have been what counted. she cared for Astor. more so than she cared for anyone else but her hidden friends around the world. 

they made it to the elevator before she looked to him again. the other couple seemed to have waited for them && she wasn’t going to complain. leaning into Astor’s lithe frame, hi height only beating her by an inch. she shifted like any woman would. “i hope you’re ready to dance with me tonight, love. i want to have f u n,” the right words were emphasized during their ride to get their companion’s attention. it was true of course. she wanted to have fun & she was going to make sure he did. 

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xorendax:

the excitement was there, but it was become less & less physically jolting by the moment. her mind was crawling - she had a place to sleep. she could finally buy clothes, because now she had a place to put them. but she had that place where he was. he was giving some of his space to her, & she even though she believed him, she knew he was true… the whole idea of it all had become so foreign. despite the confliction there, she could feel she was still grinning, & she couldn’t quit.

his voice sounded a bit different than it had before, & it caused gigi to tilt her head as she listened. & then it clicked… he was probably just like her. with his talents, with all of this information at his fingertips, & with some of an ability to understand it all… he could be valuable to all the wrong people. they might be in the same boat. she couldn’t have trusted anyone in her space, being in the head space that he was. tobias was showing, once again, that he was the sweetest person on the planet. he pushed into her hand slightly, & her focus was back on him, eyes bright, & blue, & aware. “ … you’re probably right, then. well… thanks. thank you. truly. i don’t really have anything to offer, other than my amazing personality… ” she paused, realizing she was still brushing his cheek with her thumb, & pulled the appendage away, her hand coming to her mouth so she could chew on the the tip of her thumb, one of her many nervous habits. she laughed at herself lightly before continuing, leaning in slightly, “ which i’m always willing to offer up for entertainment. so i guess there’s that… but really. i’ll help out with anything, any way i can. i know you probably don’t expect me to, but i’m gonna anyways. ”

he didn’t let his mind travel to the darker memories that always lingered there. shadows weren’t the most interesting parts of life. it was everything else that made it worth living. instead he smiled gently are her thanks as he was nearly blown away by how damn blue her eyes were. Tobias had seem blue before but there was something else. “you don’t have to thank me,” he offered out stubbornly before she pulled the gently touch of her hand away and he reminded himself they had only met hours ago. he knew that many people in the world wouldn’t have chosen to help her but he wasn’t many people. just one. 

hazel eyes watched her start to nibble on her own thumb and offered a gently smile towards Gigi’s helping statement. “i’m sure the entertainment aspect will work out nicely. but i bet we can figure out stuff for you,” he wasn’t going to stop her from helping if she wanted. it would actually be nice to have someone around that wasn’t practically as old as time or as cranky. it got a little lonely to be honest. for him at least. Tobias knew it would be nice to have someone else there. 

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xorendax:

it built up in him too, the laughter at his own shitty joke. astor could only scrunch up his nose in response. he was glad to see though, that after his small little explanation, asher relaxed just that much more. they hadn’t been able to dig up much on the details of who he was, or what his life had been like… only the current location. his relief made astor wonder, what, or who in the hell was he hiding from? he shook his head, & kept the question to himself. it wasn’t really any of his business, anyways.

he was halfway tempted to lean over & flick asher on the tip of his nose, & remind him that rolling his eyes was rude, but again - not appropriate. he couldn’t pin point where the feeling was coming from, what internal subconscious basis he had for such an idea, but the familiarity in his chest with asher was undeniable. to the point that it took effort not to act on. he’d always been a slave to his whims. so restraint on any level was strange.

another swallow of whiskey, before he placed his cigarette back in his lips, starting to inhale his hit before he swallowed. astor nodded, & offered, “ you don’t really seem like the type to have a bucket list. i could be way wrong on that, though. ” another inhale, & a quiet moment of thought, a small grin on those lips. “ ready to admit that you’ll miss me? that didn’t take long. ” he couldn’t help the chuckle there, “ it depends. most of the time i would be. it might not be the case this time, though. i could definitely see bothering you becoming a hobby. ”

it was an odd thing to say, astor didn’t normally say such things at all, but here he was, & being perfectly honest in saying so. another sip of whiskey, what a night this was.

there was a lie on the tip of his tongue. one that would quickly push aside any sort of thought that missing would be a thing. Asher didn’t know the vampire to miss him did he? wasn’t that how it was supposed to work? but the words died on his tongue. instead he offered a noncommittal shrug. miss would perhaps be a strong word. too strong. & yet there was a spot somewhere in his mind that thought it fit. the promise of being bothered however offered trepidation & a thrill that he couldn’t put a name on. so he didn’t.

instead he offered an eye roll & took a drag of the smoke in his hand but left it placed between his lips. checking his phone, he noted the time & his mind calculated how much longer the worm would be running. still time. “you’re right of course,” he finally admitted between his lips & the cancer stick they held. “bucket lists aren’t for me,” the phone was slid back into his pocket as he made a mental note to change the phone number & sim within two more days. 

“if i died tomorrow i could safely say that i have been doing what i was meant to do all along,” he inhaled smoke deeply before reaching for his filled glass with a self aware smile tugging at his lips. did he start a revolution? no more like backed a revolution like the ghost that he was. there were more than a few shady things going on in governments that people like him had destroyed without a blip on the radar. also others that worked like a fire sale. beautiful & destructive. but there was something else wasn’t there? something m i s s i n g. a thing that couldn’t be named but simply was. an ache really. 

“but i can’t imagine you think of death too often,” he didn’t even have time to regret the comment before it was out of his mouth. 

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     a bell rang on the door of the old shop as a slim figure walked in. hair pulled back, dark clothing covering up limbs and an edge to the way she held herself as blue eyes scanned the area. just like every other little occult shop. the smell of incense filling the air making Rocky want to barf. usually it was a sign that the shop would be full of shit but still, she was sure as shit going to give it ago. a face full of piercings to the left and a chick with mermaid hair to the right. not that she was judging them for it but okay there was a part of her that did but whatever. 

frowning as she walked in and passed the pierced she found her way straight to the counter. “hey so,” she started in a semi rough voice, “we both know that the shit up here isn’t the real stuff,” was how she continued, keeping her voice low so the people around them wouldn’t hear too much. “how about we don’t waste each others time and you let me in a back room you probably have,” months of chasing answers had eaten away at whatever decorum Rocky once had. the wad of money she pulled from her pocket to flash would speak the words she just didn’t give a fuck to anymore.

dying a few times in a row could fuck a person up. sometimes small talk was just bullshit. a look in the shopkeeper’s eyes showed her that she had won. soon enough she was moving towards a poorly lit room and the smell of incense was drowned out by the thick curtains. handing off two crisp george washingtons she sighed lightly to herself.  “fuck,” moved off her lips as she looked at the dark tomes damning the things that needed to be damned. like shit.

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xorendax:

she felt like an idiot, like an excited child under his gaze, but somehow it wasn’t a bad thing. & he did mean it, he sounded so honest, she didn’t need anymore proof than that. she could feel it in her gut that he meant it, & gigi felt like she could have bounced off the walls, despite the calm that still soothed her muscles from the tea. she felt conflicted for a moment, & it was the best feeling.

… there’d been no stability. there’d been no safety. she acted like a hardass because she had to, but in reality she was the opposite. a soft, spoiled only child who’d had a lot handed to her. she’d always had someone to depend on, & the last eight months had been more than just loosing her fiancé & her life… it had been entirely re-learning how to live it. on her own. it’d been good for her to a certain extent, sure, but she felt tired. the kind of tired that no amount of sleep could ever cure. he’d leaned closer, & gigi had looked down for half a second, before being able to look back up. she could see so much in his eyes, & she took a breath, those blues noticeably lighter & brighter with her enthusiasm, even if it escaped her voice. “ i… i mean, yeah! thank you! i’d… i’d much rather stay here with you, than anywhere else. i mean, here. here is just… really nice… ” she trailed off, unable to keep the entirely stupid-feeling grin from her lips. gigi took a moment to look at him, to really look at him, shying away less & less with each passing moment. her smile turned more thoughtful, a hand reaching out of it’s own accord to brush a piece of his bangs away from his eyes. the words were coming out before she could stop them, “ you’re the only person who’s been sweet to me this entire time i’ve been… this… i hope it doesn’t get you into any trouble. it tends to follow me around. ” ( she figured she should throw out that disclaimer. ) 

people could call him empathetic. or had in what felt like another life. a life when things like that were looked down upon. whatever word people wanted to use he had a knack for people. for getting vibes about them and being mostly right or always right. Gigi, gigi seemed friendly. the large grin that slid over her lips like the cheshire cat did nothing to stop the thought from crawling around in his mind. uniquely friendly but approaching an in the best way statement. laughing lightly he nodded his head before a hand reached up and brushed his hair from his face. no he hadn’t been expecting that. 

“people aren’t always the best,” he tried to deflect the feeling that bloomed in his chest when she spoke. something twisted between flattered and slightly protective of a stranger. she was a stranger and yet, something still. “don’t worry about me,” was added with a slight shake of his head that only served to push his cheek into her hand slightly. “we all have a little bit of trouble finding it,” he continued softly the only sort of shadowing he allowed to move into his voice. he understood trouble following someone. he had big bads of his own. “this may be the best place for you then,” escaped his lips without a second thought. 

his bads couldn’t find him there and they could find anyone.... 

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xorendax:

she turned away from him & walked into her rooms, & he promptly put out his cigarette. he held the smoke from that last hit in his mouth until the taste went away, & blew out a barely-there white puff of smoke. the buzz against the inside of his lips felt nice, it distracted him from the smell of already-rotting flesh at his feet. people that didn’t have his job didn’t realize how quickly things got utterly disgusting after they died. once the parts stop their internal movement, everything goes to hell, & fast.

he didn’t bother to respond, grabbing two of them by the ankles & hoisting them over his shoulders, he had a place for these two go later, & until then, they would stay outside beneath the dumpster he’d passed outside the parking lot. no cameras, he’d noticed, so he was safe. he wanted to be done with this quickly, the rest of his evening promised to be much more exciting. he made quick work of the physical evidence, before quickly wiping away the blood that had started to stain her floors. it was all done in the minutes it took her to get dressed, & he had also washed his hands, combed back his hair, & lit another cigarette. ( he did note he wasn’t properly dressed, but the leather pants he always donned fit well & a black shirt was always acceptable. )

ice blue chips landed on her, & he smirked, she looked amazing, as she always did. “ i have to be good, with friends like you. there’s a chique little club only a few blocks from here, thirty stories up, on the top floor. pools, top shelf liquor only. plenty of intoxicated, not-to-be-missed tourists who want the french experience… ” he paused, taking a moment to see her in the new light, & astor wondered how long he had to wait before he tested his theory that she wore nothing under that silk- “ sound like fun to you? ”

The smile that took over her lips was slow & languid when he mentioned ‘friends like her’. Very few people in the world considered her a friend. Juliette knew she wasn’t an easy person to get to know. Not on any true level at least. It was nearly refreshing to hear it from astor. Years had passed for them & yes they did have a camaraderie. Something she enjoyed. Even when he lit a cigarette in front of her & provided nothing but sass. She liked it. When he mentioned the particular club he had in mind, she instantly knew the place. People had been talking about it for weeks. Making a show of looking him over, her eyes roamed over his clothing before shrugging. The movement of his eyes over her body wasn’t lost on her.  “I think we can get you in,” finally jumped off her tongue as she laughed lightly. He looked good but she wasn’t about to compliment him again just yet.

Their eyes met for a moment. Similar cold blues but green hues where she had gray. She truly did enjoy his company. Her hand reached up, moving to take the cigarette he had just lit into her own fingers. Taking a slow drag she gave it back before moving out of her flat completely. There wasn’t a single worry in her mind over the door being locked behind. Instead she made short work of the stairs, without a single hair out of place & made her way out the building.

Turning her head slightly she made sure he was still with her before offering a short but perhaps sweet smile. “I imagine we will find some pretty young thing for you,” was put out into the night air as she slowed her pace to make sure they were matching. Her hand held the clutch as she eyed a few of the night owl walking about them. It was natural for their attention to fall on people like him & her. To avoid sounding like twilight - they were the perfect predators. Built to draw people in. yes she had read the book if only to see the fuss. She quite liked the idea of being able to walk in sunlight once more. Sparkling skin wasn’t exactly a turn off.  Strange sure but really she could make it work with an outfit.

Her eyes lingered on the bodies of a pretty girl & pretty boy hung on each other, seemingly going to the same place they were. Without thinking much of it, she moved to loop her arm in astor’s. Jules looked to him for a moment, willing him to play the game with her as she offered a wink to the other couple. She wondered if they had any drugs in their system. Or if she could coax them into having some. Always made the taste that much more interesting.

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xorendax:

@malevolencewrites

kyoto had always been a safe haven for him. he’d always had friends, & their sons, through the ages, to hide him, to keep words of his presence at a minimum. merrick was well aware that times changed, & loyalties did too… but somehow, he hadn’t anticipated this.

the night had been quiet, he was alone, sleeping with his back to a wall in an old friend’s family temple, out in the forests on the less-urbanized outskirts of the city. he always stayed here when he was in the region. food stores were kept there, & he always had a blanket to cover with. it’d been the one comfort he’d known he could depend on… at least he’d thought.

he should have known better than to fall asleep. with his abilities he didn’t need more than a few hours a night, anything past that was an indulgence, & of course, the one time he dare indulge - he woke up to smoke. the temple had been burning for quite sometime - it was in ruins around him by the time he was conscious. alarms rang off in his head, head he been drugged? poisoned? his body felt like lead, & his head was pounding in sync with his heart. the calm he so carefully maintained gave way to panic as he struggled to his feet, grateful that everything he owned was already strapped to him. 

each step felt like it took hours, & he remembered having to unsheathe his tanto & drive it through a few belly’s on the way out, but honestly it was all a blur. & that blur gave way to darkness…

eyes were slow to open, & it took him several moments to realize the softness beneath his head. he felt sluggish, he could tell that his movements were too. he couldn’t get off this mattress if he wanted to. footsteps were approaching, & he felt ready to give it all up. he just hoped whoever found him killed him quickly.

it had been ages. the world around her had changed and yet, maeve had nearly stayed the same. her body in the state that never aged, while her soul spoke of a time that was nothing but history. it was her soul that had her in japan. a land she had been from - so long ago. a part of her ached for a life she couldn’t remember. a life that could have been better than the one she had lead. perhaps death would have found her and she would have had peace. those were the thoughts that had been plaguing her for little over twenty years. twenty years as she disappeared from the world of immortals and hid among the humans. people hadn’t known who she was. it made it easy to disappear. 

that being said, she still paid attention to the people around. she paid attention to every move that was made. finding the syndicate making a move on an old temple had been a bit of a surprise. until she found who had been in it. seeing a face she hadn’t in hundreds of years was nearly jarring. a perplexing want to make sure he live had filled her mind and for once, she didn’t stop herself. actually that seemed to be a move she was making more as of late. 

maeve paid little mind to the potential fight she could bring upon herself in the move but the warlock was as light as air in her arms and the syndicate could never get a hold of her anyway. 

the lines she was so used to seeing worry on or judgement were soft in his sleep. her touch deceptively gentle as she brushed away ash and lingering bits of wood. a cool cloth on her hand to soothe his slightly fevered skin. she hadn’t done such a thing in so long, she was surprised she could even remember how. taking a moment to grab a clean cloth and water, she heard the moment his heart beat changed. fear seemingly gripped him, but she ignored the sound of his heart. 

“calm down, merrick,” her tone was soft but the edge it usually held was strange. she couldn’t remember the last time she had even spoken to another. days? weeks? not unless she had to, she knew. “you’re alive and well,” she continued as she moved a hand to push him gently flush against the soft white sheets that were beneath him. placing the cool cloth on his forehead she sight softly. “safe,” maeve wasn’t certain he would associate the word with her but well, it was better than where he had been. 

[sunkissedmusing]

xorendax:

astor licked the whiskey off his lips, feeling the need to almost fidget under the attention he was receiving. it was subtle, he could barely tell, but asher was keenly aware of everything he was doing, & paying the utmost attention to the words he said. astor’s communication, even with his mistress, was mostly through phone calls & text messages, all with that technological screen between him & her; all of his contacts. & when he was out doing something in person, he wore the shadows so well he sometimes forgot about his second skin. others didn’t even look at him most of the time, because he wasn’t there to see. 

he had to admit, being the brat that he was, he was enjoying himself. it was more than the previous amusement. there was something there… just barely out of his reach, on the tip of his tongue, just outside his grasp - & he wanted more of it.

he took another sip, the whiskey sliding down his throat with that delightful burn. it doesn’t sting like it used to, what a shame. blues moved to asher to watch him speak, & his reply didn’t miss a beat, “ i get that. i got that vibe from you back in your flat, & that’s one of the only reasons i told you my ~dark secret,” there was a pause, those two words being said with no small amount of sarcasm, he knew his existence was a bad joke. “but i suppose all that did was put you more on edge. if it makes you feel any better, a normal individual couldn’t have found you, i don’t think. ” astor was chuckling then, taking no offense, “ one of my many talents, indeed. look at that, we’re already getting to know each other. ”

it was interesting, watching the man across from him come out of his shell. astor tapped the bar with his nearly empty glass, signaling the bartender to bring them another round. he pulled out another cigarette, lighting it quickly with no more than a flash of metal & a spark. muscle memory sometimes got in the way of him slowing down his actions to a see-able speed.

he actually had to hold back a bark of laughter when the mention of a ~*dark secret~* was mentioned. for a single moment he nearly felt like he was in an anne rice novel and he was about to be offered the gift. instead he scoffed to himself and shook his head. “right the big secret,” he skirted around the true fact that yeah, it was a big secret thing - well he imaged in the sort of life the other lived. actually, he didn’t really fucking know but whatever. but he had to admit thinking that him finding him was connected to that secret did make him slightly feel better. only slightly simply because he needed to know how to make it so people like him couldn’t find him again. asher sure as shit didn’t need more random immortal people knocking on his bloody door. 

on their own accord, his eyes rolled at the mention of them getting to know each other and yet, it wasn’t a lie. there they were - both speaking and probably listening to each other. it was almost surreal. asher couldn’t honestly pinpoint the last time he had a conversation out in broad daylight that had nothing to do with secret drops or people that were like him. the sort of organization they were connected to. the type that didn’t exist and there wasn’t a face to a name. “i guess that is true,” there was a spark in him that wanted to turn it into not a thing happening. that rebellious part he imagined but the tap of an empty glass had another pushed his way and hell if he wasn’t game. 

“never thought it would be something i could cross off my bucket list,” no he didn’t really have one but shit he couldn’t help but think that he needed to start one. finding a random ass immortal that he somehow clicked with somewhere in the back of his mind would have been on like - the very fucking bottom. he brush his dark hair out of his face as it fell before taking a drink. the burn snapped him back from whatever thoughts lingered in the dark recesses of his mind. the sort that were more dreams than reality. “i imagine once this is all said and done you will be on your way,” he didn’t like the tone of his voice. while the thought had been passive and the words mostly were, there was something to them he couldn’t explain. 

instead he mirrored the other man’s movement and lit a cigarette of his own. sure, it could be completely mapped by the human eye but hell, he was still human and all. 

[sunkissedmusing]

xorendax:

he annoyed the hell out of her, he was well aware, & he didn’t give a shit. & he knew that she knew it, too; what a nice balance they had. something he couldn’t quite achieve with anyone else. the freedom to entirely be himself, no matter what the situation was, & for it to be taken in stride. juliette was many things, but mostly refreshing. ( it stood to say a lot for the way he actually felt. he complained about being pulled from his bed, but he sure did arrive quickly after that phone call. )

arms crossed before his chest, he watched her, noting the bit of blood still staining her hair. that brought a small, barely there grin to his lips. you wouldn’t peg her to be so messy. he hummed his agreement as she went on, he had no want for money. 

he was tempted to be insulted, but she’d have cracked on his choice of literature no matter what it had been, the fact that he spent his free time reading was probably amusing to her. that cigarette dangled just there, & he inhaled once more, doing what he could to exhale down, rather than straight in her face as she came closer. he sighed, a hand coming up to remove the stick, ashing it in the dish placed just so on the table next to him. “ i’ve been distracted, & i am hungry. let me make work of this mess, & perhaps you can find something suitable to wear? i want to go out & feed. ” he paused, with a grin, “ you look like you’re not quite sated. we’ve got a few hours of night left, let’s make the most of it. ”

if she were any lesser she would have potentially pouted in her younger years but she instead rolled her icy eyes without so much as a linger thought. her long legs carried her into the adjoining bed room, making no effort to close any doors. shifting the designing clothing in her closet to from side to side, she finally found something black to her liking before moving into the main part of her bed room & dropping the towel to her vanity chair. “i can’t imaigne your book was that exciting,” danced off her tongue as she thought over whether or not she wanted to wear lingerie under the dress. looking at the thin material Jules quickly decided it was too thin & only naked underneath would do. 

grabbing the discarded towel, she wrapped it around the ends of her hair & began to soak the water away. “you got here awfully quickly,” she added with humor lacing her words as she noted the pink hue to her hair. oh pastels were all the rage. smiling to herself she put a haphazard braid in. pancake flat with the length being controlled. almost as if she had planned the color. all natural of course, she couldn’t risk hurting her hair after all. 

internally she laughed to herself as she looked through her jewelry. she heard astor moving through the room & out of it. she knew well enough that while she bothered him about his skills, he was very good at it. best there was. she was willing to give credit where it was due. the golden, glimmering items she choose were more for her backs view from the completely open material. a faint dash of perfume, not too much for any immortal’s senses, stilettos and that silk dress was slid over her body. 

running her hands over the silhouette of her own body, juliette smiled to herself before walking out into the main room, a little black clutch in hand. “you are good,” she allowed to move over her lips, the room looked as if she hadn’t lost all of her manners to begin with. well, the bodies were gone & the few stains she had left were barely existent. she didn’t expect miracles but he was good. “so, where to darling?” her question was teasing but none the less she was ready for a few night hours among the living. pastel hues masterfully shifted to look just like the model most believed she was. 

[sunkissedmusing]

liiftedmuses:

though she’d used the word first, she actually stopped & thought about it when it came from his lips. it seemed like a lifetime ago that she’d had anyone she could file under that category. “ yeah, me too. ” he was smiling still, & gigi impulsively wondered if tobias was the kind of guy that would kiss his friends. she laughed at herself, & moved her body across the carpet until her side was flush against his legs. 

she’d been looking back his way before he spoke up again, & he’d be able to watch the surprise widen her eyes. her mouth fell open before she could stop it, & she heard more than felt the force of her teeth clicking together when she slammed it shut. her lips were already twisting back into that grin as she sat up, one smooth roll of her body to put her back on her knees, eye level with him. she tried to compose herself, but that excitement couldn’t be hidden. “ i mean… i wouldn’t want to put you out… but i like it here. it’s comfortable, & you’re the sweetest guy ever. really? you wouldn’t mind? unstable shifter girl right around the corner constantly? you’d be okay with that? ” it’s not that she didn’t want to, because she did, but she couldn’t wrap her mind around receiving such a favor.

he couldn’t stop the light chuckle as she moved herself along the floor. the agreement to be friends warmed his heart gently as he tilted his head. one word ran across his mind as she moved close to him. unique. it was the best observation tobias could supply himself as she moved flush against him. her blue eyes widening in what seemed to be surprised when he offered her a room for the night. 

the feel of her against him was shifted & gone the moment she moved to sit up once more & look to him. there was an excitement he hadn’t seen in Gigi’s eyes before & it had him smiling. “i wouldn’t be put out at all,” he quickly offered with a shake of his head. “there wouldn’t be an offer on the table if i wasn’t completely okay with it,” was added quickly as he leaned towards her, hoping she would see the complete truth in his eyes. he deliberately ignored the comments on his character only because he was certain if he thought about them too much, he may blush a little & he didn’t need that in his life. 

[sunkissedmusing]

liiftedmuses:

the instantaneous reaction to everything he did played out by those tense muscles under that tan skin set astor’s teeth on edge. he’d become particularly picky with his indulgences over the last few decades, which meant he’d been starving for this attention, & all he could feel against his skin that asher was fucking burning, & he needed some of that heat inside him, one way or the other. 

he was walked over to the bed, & asher pulled away for the need to breathe, which astor barely let him have. he could feel him panting against his skin, & astor’s lips moved to his jaw, & the top part of his neck, mostly working the skin with his tongue, only letting his fangs lightly scrape across it every now & then. another chuckle, asher still hadn’t caught his breath, “ so worked up already, are you sure you can handle it, asher? ” having picked up on his silent words before, happily throwing them in his face.

a kiss was placed right below asher’s ear as astor pulled away. boots were toed off, & one of his legs came around asher’s, forcing a controlled drop to the mattress below. the jacket & shirt went next, thrown to who-cares-where, before astor joined him, knees on either side of his hips. astor leaned down, keeping his gaze on asher’s as long as he could before he slowly lifted up his shirt, pressing icy lips & tongue against tan skin, following his hand as he pulled up.

even as he tried to catch his breath, cool lips traced over the edge of his jaw making whatever train of thought tried to inform him of the bad decision he was jumping head first into - silenced completely at the feel of a tongue moving over his skin. teeth sparked something deep within him that he couldn’t put a name on but he focused on the the breath of a laugh caught his attention & he found himself laughing in return. “no, probably not,” the statement was truthful but the hell with stopping.

a few things happened quickly. he couldn’t completely trace the movement but they were second nature when he found himself pushed to the mattress, laying below to watch layers of clothing being tossed to the side. unconsciously he bit at his bottom lip before the pale body was moved towards the bed with him, knees bracing him. the ice cold touch that was slowly becoming familiar with cause a breath to get stuck in his lungs when his shirt was pushed up. normally, normally he was drunk when there was any sort of foreplay going down. male or female. the sort of drunk he knew they wouldn’t remember the scars that painted his skin & wouldn’t ask for the stories.

pushing trepidation from his mind he moved his body so he could take the shirt off, it too being tossed into the dark oblivion of the room around them. urging the other upward, he wanted to taste astor’s lips again. feel his body pressed against his. he wasn’t going to pretend that his wasn’t already hard, because fuck yeah he was. but some little voice in the back of his head that wasn’t screaming for him to run, wanted him to savor the moment. for once asher was happy to oblige.