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[redfraser]

you are going to tell me right now what happened. from claire

          ❛             ah - ! christ , woman , what the devil do you have in that bottle ?!            ❜          jamie was no stranger to pain , but still , the concoction she poured over the wound on his shoulder burned so deep into the meat of his muscle he swore he saw stars. he flinched , drawing his limb instinctually closer , before throwing her an exasperated glance.          ❛             it was redcoats , sassanach. who else would bother ?            ❜          they'd been ambushed a town over , he & dougal. while his uncle escaped with mild scrapes , jamie bore the brunt of what was a fortunate blowback of the englishman's pistol. it had exploded in his hands , though the buckshot tore through jamie's skin , leaving him a lot more bloody than he would like.

still , claire's hands were gentle , feverish in their need to hunt for a worse area of the wound , though careful as to not anger the pain further. whatever she'd splashed on him still stung , leaving the scotsman to exhale a quivering pant through his teeth , reaching out his good hand to touch the woman's wrist , running his thumb across her pulse & searching her face with a hunger that seemed to gnaw at him from the inside out. he loved it when she looked at him.          ❛             i'm fine. truly. i dinna ken what might've happened if that soldier had fired proper , but .. m' alright , lass.            ❜          

@vaindreams

[t1melost]

"I don't want to be alone tonight." -> to Nate from MacCready (@somninanis)

          ❛             so .. what. slumber party ? i guess i'll break out the ouji board.            ❜          today had been exhausting , points to macready on that one. there was only so much exploring nate could take , especially when he came face to face with another empty vault. that one had kids in it , apparently. the sick bastards - who put a fucking vault beneath a middle school ? nate sank back in his sofa , peering out distantly over the balcony his messily assembled treehouse homestead provided , down at the fading lights of sanctuary hills below.

he'd thought about rebuilding his home again in the house he & nora had shared , but setting foot in it had nearly broken what little strength he had left. creating a new base in the tree overarching the settlement's cul de sac made better sense ; more vantage points this way. long legs stretched out across the coffee table , lifting a bottle of half empty pre - war whiskey from the floor beside the couch , waggling it at his friend with a quirked brow & half hearted grin.

          ❛             fine , get over here. for the record , either you get the couch , or i get to be big spoon. choose wisely.            ❜          he took another swig , kicking out a leg to playfully nudge the other man with his boot as he passed. truth be told , nate wasn't exactly a big fan of sleeping alone , either.

@somninanis

[oracultist]

"I leave quite an impression."

a slurred giggle escaped amos's jaws before he had the chance to attempt seriousness , twisting on his heel to face the vampire with blown pupils & glitter sewn curls.          ❛             how humble of you !            ❜          the immortal shouted over the music , the base seeping into his bones & reverberating through his core. this particular club was packed , everyone rolling on something , or like amos , a lot. it should be shameful , admitting that being this high was one of the only ways amos could combat his grief. you'd think after centuries , the loss of a loved one would fade. if anything , that emptiness only seemed to grow.

amos blinked against the harsh lights of the dance floor , the man before him wavering in & out of vibrant colors , so fluid it was hard for the oracle to discern what was strobe or aura. a wave of chilly unease arched through him , as it always did beneath the sharp gaze of a vampire , but his neck rolled to the side instead with a crack , ignoring the warning of danger to arch himself closer with a wide grin.          ❛             hey .. holy shit , i do know you , don't i ?            ❜          his brain was a jumbled haze , but he recognized lestat. not from the set he'd done at the concert venue a few days ago , but from decades prior.

amos's occult shop in new orleans had long since shut its doors , but back in the 1920s it had been thriving. they'd crossed paths many times , though amos vaguely recalled lestat having two people by his side back then. here , he was alone. time had a horrible way of robbing you , didn't it ? amos blinked & swayed on his heels , the room going muffled as the dj moved to change the next set of songs , leaving the immortal to shake a bump onto his thumb & inhale with a groan , returning his attention toward the vampire with a dimpled grin & flushed cheeks.          ❛             word .. word of warning. i told you back then , too , but my .. blood tastes fucking awful. i wouldn't try it.            ❜          

@tueurloup

[agedrot]

you confuse confidence with arrogance.

          ❛             a hilarious deduction coming from you.            ❜          although his words were barbed , his grin was not. while toothy & dangerous , it was genuine as it spread across the vampire's lips as he leaned back , heaving a soft chuckle as he polished off the rest of his wine.new orleans had yet to be unkind to him , considering how many trips aro had taken to the states over the years. once crawling with vampires at the peak of its conception , it had wound down to a rare scattered few. imagine his surprise , however , after learning there was a vampire owned business in the french quarter , & one of the faces amidst the crowd was familiar. he hadn't seen lestat in years , mind you , but what were a few decades to an immortal.

          ❛             what is it with new - age vampires & their incessant need to pretend to be human ?            ❜          aro's voice dripped with disdain , not necessarily at lestat , turning in his seat to peer through the sea of patrons to hunt for a vein to open. the wine had gone stale on his tongue , he needed something stronger.          ❛             owning a public business , living in public housing .. it's like you're all attempting to put down roots that can never actually grow.            ❜           ah , he was talking about carlisle again. although lestat & louis's situation did have it's parallels. dark eyes flickered with amusement as they returned to the other vampire , twisting the stem of his glass as a frown touched the corners of his mouth.          ❛             how do you deal with the inevitable boredom ?            ❜          

@evilanew

[transistorized]

“Just so you know…Nothing you're saying makes what I said untrue.”  / @soundbright ‪‪❤︎‬ed

[moved-to-thanatologie]

"As I have pointed out to your...Associate - several times - I am not some magical handyman, nor am I a magic eight ball for him to shake at his leisure." He's fairly sure upon meeting Captain America, speaking ill of his known associations is probably very low on the advised action list. However. He's discovered the hard way that if you allow one of these superhero types across your threshold in good faith, they're a good bit like stray cats: More will come, and they will also have meowed demands. "I am a mortician. And since it seems you're in fine health, might I suggest 177a Bleecker Street. I understand you're well-acquainted with its occupant."

@shieldslinger liked

[elengel]

elena let out a soft , humorless laugh , one that caught in her throat & hissed its way through her teeth.                   ❛            vampires ? jesus , you can't really be serious.            ❜              while she was a relatively good liar , she hated lying to the people she cared about , sam included. the winchester's had been like family to her & her parents once , ages before they died , before the brothers & john had more or less fallen off the grid. elena had been raised on stories of the supernatural , warned about them , yet when they'd arrived in mystic falls she hadn't felt that expected fear or disgust.

instead they'd become her friends , they'd protected her when everyone else seemed to turn their backs. elena gilbert was too kind for her own good , a perpetual bleeding heart that was often taken advantage of , despite her chilly , ice queen exterior that held most at arms length. the girl frowned at sam , arms folding across her chest with an incredulous scoff.                   ❛            look , i think i'd know if vampires were roaming around mystic falls , okay ?            ❜

@nov2mbr / closed starter !