#amberferris

[silntfangs]

                          blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !

@amberferris asked: " you don't scare me. "

                  HE   WAS   BREATHING   HEAVILY,   BACK   TO   HER,   SHOULDERS   SHAKING.   DWAYNE   couldn't   help   himself.   It   was   instinct   to   him.   Those   men…   touched   her.   Her   sharp   cry   of   protest   was   all   he   needed   for   him   to   leap   into   action.   They   ran   at   the   sight   of   him,   but   two   boys   were   unlucky,   and   felt   the   burning   fire   that   was   Dwayne.   One   felt   the   string   of   sharp   clothes   puncturing   his   chest,   and   the   other   had   his   throat   ripped   out   with   a   sharp   clamp   of   his   jaws.   He   could   feel   their   blood   on   him,   and   tasted   it   drip   into   his   mouth.   He   couldn’t   resist   it—   his   tongue   licked   at   the   top   of   his   lips.

               HIS   REDDISH-YELLOW   EYES   DROPPED   TO   THE   BODIES   AT   HIS   FEET,   and   his   breath   slowly   came   back   to   normal.   He   knew   his   face   had   not   changed,   and   he   continued   to   face   the   opposite   direction   of   her.   His   eyes   then   lifted   slightly   to   look   at   his   clawed   hands.   They   were   covered   in   blood.   The   sigh   made   him   curse   himself,   “   Amber…   I…   ”   his   voice   was   rough,   almost   a   little   exhausted.   The   kills   weren’t   exactly   what   tired   him,   though   He   was   feeling   dizzy   as   his   thoughts   ran   wild   which   caused   him   to   feel   that   exhaustion,

               AND   EVEN   THOUGH   SHE   HAD   ALREADY   SPOKEN   THOSE   WORDS,   THE   words   that   should   have   put   him   at   ease,   his   body   was   still   tense.   It   was   almost   as   if   he   didn’t   hear   her,   and   perhaps   maybe   he   just   needed   to   hear   them   again,   “   Please…   ”   it   was   so   quiet.   A   plea   of   forgiveness   and   of   shame.

[silntfangs]

                                   Blood blood blood blood.

@amberferris asked: "Are you okay? That's a lot of blood."

                  INDEED   IT   WAS   A   LOT   OF   BLOOD,   AND   HE   HAD   to   stop   himself   from   licking   the   remainder   from   his   lips.   Instead,   the   back   of   his   hand   started   to   clean   away   what   still   resided   there.   After   all,   he   didn’t   want   it   to   dry,   “   I’m   fine,   ”   voice   quiet   as   he   looked   at   his   hands.   Stained.   The   dark   crimson   was   already   starting   to   dry.   How   could   he   even   explain   this?   Normally   he   would   ignore   such   questions,   walk   on,   get   on   his   bike,   and   ride   back   to   the   cave.   Yet,   her   genuine   worry   took   him   off   guard.   It   was   so…   human.   It   ached   whatever   left   of   a   soul   he   had,   “   It’s   not   on   my   jacket,   is   it?   ”   concern   flashed   in   his   eyes   as   he   looked   down   at   himself,   careful   while   he   moved   the   black   leather   around   with   his   hands.

[silntfangs]

                     REASONS TO CUP A FACE.

@amberferris asked: [LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.

                  DWAYNE   WAS   A   WRECK,   TIRED   AFTER   HE   CONFRONTED   STAR   ABOUT   Laddie.   It   went   in   a   direction   he   didn’t   want   it   to   go,   but   what   did   he   expect?   He   just   came   back   from   the   dead,   mind   racing,   dealing   with   a   new   way   to   handle   his   abilities,   and   still   wanting   to   take   out   the   danger   that   was   Star.   It   wasn’t   right.   Star   has   been   his   sister,   and   really   she   still   was.   He   was   no   better   than   he   once   was.   He   almost   killed   Star   like   he   did   with   Melissa.   Then   finally,   coming   to   find   Amber   took   such   a   strain   on   him   too.   He   missed   so   much   after   half   a   year.   And in the end, Dwayne   hated   himself   beyond   any   comprehension.

               HE   SAT   WITH   HIS   HEAD   HUNG   LOW,   VISION   BLURRING   AS   he   thought   over   and   over   again.   He   was   exhausted   with   keeping   his   strength   up,   tired   of   pushing   himself   over   his   limits,   but   that   was   who   he   was   after   all.   He   was   a   monster   who   kept   coming   back   for   more.   A   monster   who   didn’t   know   a   healthy   amount   of   control.   What   did   Max   do   to   him?   Was   it   really   Max?   Maybe   this   was   truly   who   he   was   deep   inside.   Max   just   brought   it   out   to   play.   Dwayne   didn’t   know.   He   was   heavy   with   thought   that   weighed   him   down   to   the   lowest   pit.                   HIS   MIND   WAS   INTERRUPTED   BY   A   FAMILIAR   PRESENCES.   A   BREATH   drew   in   slowly   as   she   stepped   up   to   him.   Gentle   hands   took   his   face   and   slowly   tried   to   lift   it.   Dwayne   fought   it   for   a   second,   but   he   wasn’t   in   the   mood   to   fight   it.   His   black   curtains   parted   to   look   up   at   Amber.   She   cradled   his   face   gingerly   which   made   the   tension   within   Dwayne   cease.   The   vision   somewhat   cleared   as   he   felt   the   tears   crawl   down   his   cheeks.   He   felt   helpless,   and   he   was   sure   he   looked   it   too.   His   arms   then   raise   to   wrap   around   her   waist,   and   pull   her   in   closer.   He   moved   his   face   from   her   hands,   and   rested   his   forehead   on   her   stomach.   He   held   her   tightly,   not   even   daring   to   let   her   go.  

[silntfangs]

LISTEN! I have never made it a secret that i adore how you write dwayne! the guy had like two and a half lines and you’ve managed to create a whole person out of it! even if i agonise over all those plot carrots you dangle for us, i’m still obsessed and will eat up ever bit of lore that you give us. you’ve made dwayne so kind, protective, sassy, and yeah sometimes scary. he’s so well rounded and i love reading all the threads you have with everyone and the dynamics you’ve created. and of course, you know i love you aj! you are a total sweetheart who i love talking to about anything and everything. the relationships we’ve built up with all of our characters make my heart swell. <3

Wallaby… please you’re gonna make me cry. I’m honestly happy you enjoy him. When I first started I had ideas but I wasn’t so sure if they worked and made sense. It has completely changed with everyone I talked to which includes you! So I have a lot to thank to you! You and everyone else helped me build him and I’m so honored uwu

[littlefngs]

                            &. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

@amberferris asked: ❛ i just, i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. ❜

               SHE   HAD   PAUSED,   FLAMES   OF   HAIR   WHIPPED   ABOUT   HER   FACE   as   she   turned   to   face   the   other   girl.   Freckled   face   held   wariness,   curiosity   within   her   blue   gaze.   She   had   gotten   used   to   walking   around   the   boardwalk   at   night,   so   free,   knowing   she   wasn’t   in   danger   anymore.   She   had   the   strength,   the   ability   to   protect   herself   whatever   the   cost.   She   was   learning   to   trust   in   herself   because   David   made   her   feel   like   she   could   do   anything…   within   reason.   Despite   it   all,   though,   worry   from   a   stranger   wasn’t   what   she   expected—   wait,   not   a   stranger.   She   knew   that   face.

               THE   YOUTHFUL   VAMPIRE   TURNED   TO   FULLY   FACE   HER,   LIPS   CURLING,   “   Hey,   I   know   you.   You   hang   out   with   Dwayne,   don’t   you?   ”   her   smile   turned   into   a   knowing   one,   “   But,   really   I’m   not   too   worried.   I’m   seventeen.   I’ll   be   okay.   ”

[newfngs]

The Lost Boys.

@amberferris ; don't sneak up on people like that!

Michael's hands shoot up besides his face, palms out, a show of surrender. It wasn't as if Michael was being particularly quiet, but the Boardwalk had a way of drowning out everything that wasn't the screaming of teens or loud music drifting up from the ocean. He offers her an apologetic smile.

" Sorry, didn't mean to startle you, " He sounded genuine, at least, " ...But you'll have better luck in the store two down. This place overcharges. "

[ripmaxine-archive]

closed starter for @amberferris .

' seriously , i'm fine . that just ---- happens sometimes . you don't need to freak out , and you definitely don't need to call anyone . ' look , she's wiped the blood from her nose onto the back of her arm , unaware of the awful red smear it left on her sweater ---- at least her face is almost good as new . ' see ? i'm fine . '

[cheerspirit]

they  both  went  through  unspeakable  things.  physically,  they  went  through  them  together,  but  in  that  place,  chrissy  had  never  felt  more  alone.  she  offered  @amberferris​  a  polite  smile  that  didn’t  reach  her  eyes.  ( she  was  always  polite. )  “yeah,  i  would  like  that,”  she  agreed,  only  because  she  felt  like  it  was  the  right  thing  to  say.  the  truth  was,  she  didn’t  know  who  she  could  trust  anymore,  but  the  girl  she  shared  trauma  with  seemed  like  a  good  place  to  start.  she  opened  her  mouth,  only  to  close  it  again,  smashing  her  lips  to  the  side.  a  moment  passed  before  she  tried  again.  “do  you  ever  feel  . . .  different?”  she  asked  the  question  plaguing  her  mind  since  they  were  ‘rescued.’