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[secondhandmckie]

@infamouscabal | (continued from x)

“I’m not going to throw you.” Horst replied in a gentle tone, keeping his arm firmly around Molly as he dragged her to the heavily insulated door. There were multiple signs warning them to keep out, that there was danger. But Horst didn’t need a sign to tell him what he already knew– the fine hairs on his arms were already standing on end from the static charge in the air. He wasn’t sure what a large amount of electricity would do to him. While Horst knew he would not die, he also knew that it would not be a pleasant experience. “What if I just sort of ease you past the door and set you down? My shoes have sensible rubber soles..”

"You can't go in there--" Molly knows that he's unlikely to listen. It's not to be contrarian; Horst was simply too good to do so. Too protective. Too gentlemanly, if there was such a thing. Just as he was unlikely to just toss her inside and close the door, he wasn’t likely to leave her on her own in this state.

One of these days, she’d get the hang of not endangering everyone else around her, too.

“Open door, push me, shut door.” She insisted, and if he didn’t listen, she’d just have to wriggle free and do it herself. Maybe. If he let her. He was just so blasted strong. Very hot at the best of times and very inconvenient at the moment.

[shrapnelsong]

@vsheart

     There was... something about him that struck her as familiar. He had the build of an active athlete, which she saw on a daily basis, but it was more than that. Maybe the way he carried himself? Alice couldn’t be sure. Until the moment he turned around and she saw the stunning blue-green of his eyes. There was no mistaking those. And it had her walking up to him.

“Mister Blitz?” She called out, her mind idly conjuring up the details of his case - from what... six, seven years ago? - with surprising ease. “It really is you, isn’t it?” A smile took over her lips, glad to see he’d indeed made a full recovery. “I don’t know if you remember me. My name is Alice, I worked at the hospital you stayed at in Berlin.” 

[secondhandmckie]

@infamouscabal | (continued from x)

The moment had passed all too soon, and Horst ended his kiss as gently as he was able-- a soft press of his influence to erase any memory she might have of a certain sharpness behind his lips. If she did happen to notice two tiny marks on her throat in the morning, well, it would be easy enough to believe them mosquito bites. In the short time he had gotten to know her, she seemed like a sweet person with a big heart. The last thing Horst wanted was to hurt her-- there would be no subsequent midnight visits. "Mm, are you alright? You've gone all wobbly-kneed." He murmured, lifting his head just enough to look down at her with a rogueish smile. The warm light from the park's tall lamps illuminated his features in colors now warmed by stolen blood. His cheeks rosy. "I think I saw a bench not too far back. Would you like to sit a moment?"

She gave a small hum, her eyes heavy and dazed as she looked up into his face, fingers curled into his sleeves. He's right, of course; had he not been holding her, Ellie might very well have melted into the ground in a puddle. That irresistible smile of his is met with a dreamy, albeit sheepish one of her own.

"Y-yes. Yeah, I...I'm okay. I'm sorry." She gave a breathy sort of laugh, shaking her head lightly as though it would make the lightheadedness ease faster. "I'm sorry, I don't...usually get this way. Well, it's not that I kiss a lot of people. Well, I don't not kiss people, I just..."

Ellie shook her head again. "Yes, I'd like to sit down." She finally landed on, and maybe she leaned a little into him as they made their way from the alley. "I'll be fine after a moment. Just need a little air."

[secondhandmckie]

-bats me lashes- gimme a fb status about the goodest vampire

Social Media Meme

@infamouscabal

[secondhandmckie]

"Mhn.. you're so warm," Horst sighed, trailing kisses along Molly's jawline and neck. He resisted the urge to nibble; a persistent ache in the roof of his mouth.

His hands wandered her curves, and he tried to focus on anything that wasn't her heartbeat.

"Ah, Moll.. maybe.. maybe we should stop..."

|| Horst is in a mood apparently

@infamouscabal

There was never a reason to question how they'd ended up here--it was how they always ended up here. Neither needed much coaxing, as Horst sought her softness and warmth, Molly his strength and certainty.

Her head tilted to allow him whatever access he wanted to her throat, arching into his touch and nearly forgetting that he could potentially tear her apart if he wanted. There was never danger with Horst, even if it thrummed beneath every breath like a current.

"Maybe--" She nodded, breathless. "We could. W-we could...um, watch a movie?" Molly pulled back just enough to look him in the eye. That didn't help her mood--she bit her lip. "Play a board game..."

[secondhandmckie]

freckles & fangs for the domesticity meme

Domesticity Meme

big spoon/little spoon:  Horst, being a vampire, is often awake when Molly sleeps, but that doesn't mean they don't enjoy a little spooning now and again. They switch, but Horst usually is the big spoon.

favorite non-sexual activity: Most things, honestly. Horst and Molly share of love of baking together, and dance to old records.

who uses all the hot water: Molly

most trivial thing they fight over: It's not so much a fight, really, but Horst's shirts always seem to go missing until they mysteriously appear on Molly. Strange!

who does most of the cleaning: Probably more Horst

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Horst--if he can't fix it himself.

who steals the blankets: Molly

who leaves their stuff around: Molly, though I can't say Horst doesn't on occasion

who remembers to buy the milk: Horst, even if he doesn't consume it himself

who remembers anniversaries: Both!

Who cooks normally?: Horst remembers to, at least. He doesn't eat traditionally, but he enjoys watching Molly enjoy his food

How often do they fight?: Not very often.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?: Pine.

Nicknames for each other?: Cute little things that come to mind at the spur of the moment, but the old standbys like sweetheart

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Horst

Who steals the covers at night?: Molly

What would they get each other for gifts?: Molly likes treating him to antique cufflinks and records and kissing books. Horst enjoys finding unique and curious things for Molly, especially so she can tell him the history behind them

Who kissed who first?: Horst

Who made the first move?: Horst

Who remembers things?: Horst

Who started the relationship?: Horst

Who cusses more?: Molly

What would they do if the other was hurt?: I think they end up being fairly single-minded when it comes to one another. Check on the other and tend to them first. Then...go for blood.

[secondhandmckie]

The door of the shop banged open with the cheerful ring of the overhead bell-- and Horst wedged himself through the narrow portal. With a large box in his arms, it was no easy task, but somehow he managed it.

Only to nearly drop the whole thing the moment he laid eyes on her.

[his Queen.]

"Um." In that moment, Horst had completely forgotten why he was there. He looked lost; staring intensely at the shop girl. Mouth agape.

"I uh.. my friend-- I'm sorry, may I begin again? My friend told me that you might be interested in some things. I'm, uh, cleaning out my attic, and-- ----I'm sorry, but have we met before?"

{[-throws Miskatonic feels at you and r u n s]}

in which seras is kiLLING me

Well, it wasn't the usual greeting she received by any means, but probably not the first time someone looked at her like she had three heads. Molly wanted to think it was simply because she was just that ridiculously good-looking, but somehow that didn't seem to fit the bill.

The lopsided smile in greeting was replaced with one of puzzled concern as the large man all but dropped the box in his arms.

Oof, there was something about that accent, wasn't there?

"Mm, don't think so." She finally replied, the crooked grin returning slowly. Then, hoping to ease the awkwardness, "I think I'd remember those eyes, at least."

"Mind if I have a peek at what you've got there?" She gestured toward the box, slipping down the counter to meet him. "Name's Molly, by the way. If you're gonna stare like that, might as well put a name to the face."

[secondhandmckie]

"Listen, dove. I've only just found out about American Thanksgiving, but I think it might be one of my favourite holidays." Horst grinned through a light dusting of flour-- elbow deep in the process of making pies. "I'm going to make sure everything is just perfect for you!"

HORST IS A DAMN ANGEL AND WE DON’T DESERVE HIM

“Babe, you’ve already done so much--” She couldn’t help laughing a little, reaching to brush at his cheek to rid it of flour and...was that pumpkin? No. Maybe? Standing on her toes, she pressed a kiss to the cleaned spot.

“This is already the best Thanksgiving I’ve had, and I haven’t even eaten yet. Good thing, too...you’re going to have to roll me out of here if you keep this up.” Unable to resist, she stole a marshmallow from the yams. “Put me to work, then. I’ll be your sous chef for the day!”