#bruisedmorality

[hollowed-dreams-rp]

@bruisedmorality

The text had been vague, but it made Jake smile nonetheless. He’d spent the few hours leading up to this mysterious date trying to figure out what to wear. After several failed attempts at outfits, he’d sat down for a while to write some lyrics and hoped it’d calm his nerves. Jake couldn’t explain why he was nervous, but something about the date made him feel like he did the first night they met. He finally left the house in a pair of ripped black jeans, a striped shirt and his favourite red doc martens.

“What are you up to...” He muttered, as he reread the message on his way to the street Tristan had specified. Where he ended up was on a strip of high end shops, designer brands and record stores. It was definitely the richest place Jake had been in a long time, if ever.

The pick he always carried in his pocket moved between his fingers as he waited. As he was lent up against a brick wall, he glanced up from his phone to find the man he’d been seeing for the past few months. “You’re looking handsome as ever,” He took no time in walking up to him and placing a kiss on his cheek. “Now, what’s with all the mystery?”

[somecrazylads-a-blog]

@bruisedmorality | ♥

---

Patrick seems to be in a relatively good mood. While walking through the many tables of the bistrot - or wannabe bistrot, because all respectable bistrots are in France - one of Patrick’s pale hands reaches out. His index swipes over the top of a cake sitting all too invitingly next to the plate of a client he had seen walk to the toilets only moments prior.

He collects enough chocolate while not slowing his already relaxed pace and happily brings the finger to his lips. He’s much more of a sweet-tooth than most would guess, because he puts his health above all and treats his teeth especially like the pride and joy they are to him. But once in a while, stealing just a tad of chocolate, surely won’t hurt. He doubts the customer would miss it, either. “You know, I have to admit,” he starts, pulling the finger out from his mouth again with a pleased grin. He pulls out a chair from their designated table and sits down, folding his hands in his lap and smiling at the other like any wolf in sheep’s clothing would. “This is the first time I’ve met a vampire dabbling in organised crime. What’s that like?”

[hollowed-dreams-rp]

Honestly || Madox & Luca

@bruisedmorality

It was a slow night, most weekdays were these days, and Madox was just messing around in the back when an order finally came through. He sighed, chatting with the cooks until the plate was ready for service. He pushed his hair back a bit, checking himself in the back of a hanging fry pan, before putting his apron back on and wandering out the front.

Madox took a breath, and then put on his best customer service smile and went up to the man sitting by himself. “Here you go sir,” Madox gave a friendly smile, “Anything else you were...” The last word seemed to get lost in his chest, “Luca?”

[decdlycute]

@bruisedmorality / ❤︎‘d

( Humans were always so... fascinating... )

Her gaze trailed over the other, watching through the branches of the trees as he wandered - was he perhaps intoxicated? It wouldn’t be the first human who had indulged a little too much, to wander too far down one of her paths. 

White barked trees stretched, paths shifting unnaturally, twisting, turning the human around and before he knew it, there was no tracking back whence he had came. 

Typically, toying with her humans before they became meals was her favored pastime, but there was something about this brand of intoxication that caused her desire to wait. 

Perhaps... Yes, perhaps it would be fun to see what this human was like. 

“Are you coherent, peach?” 

Words echoed unnaturally around the man, flitting through the branches of the trees, almost seeming to come from every direction at once. 

It was time to see what the hell she was working with. 

[hollowed-dreams-rp]

@bruisedmorality

Mikael had a strong work ethic, and so he spent most of him time outside studying when he wasn’t in classes. At home he tended to spend a little less time studying, but made sure to do enough hours a week no matter what. He was the perfect student. With nothing else to distract him really, he saw no point in slacking off. It was a nice day, not too hot, and so he found a secluded area by a tree to lay down and get studying. Headphones in, Mikael was humming along to Queen while tapping his pen against the notebook, biting his lip a little while he thought. It took him a few moments to register the new shadow that had appeared near him, and half way through biting his lip, he looked up to find another student above him. The man looked familiar, seeing as he was a bit hard to miss appearance wise, and Mikael remembered seeing him wandering around campus the last few days. He quickly removed his headphones, clearing his throat, “Hi, can I help you?”

[malicieuses]

✴ - Tai

So, hurt me. | Accepting..

He had been dragging his feet when it came to telling his best friend that he had broken the one rule he’d ever set for him. Felix asked very little of Tai, a walking, talking disaster who somehow still managed to find reasons for the boy to give a shit about him. Perhaps his sentiment was misplaced, after all, someone had to be more deserving of the parts of himself that he had given to Tai, that wasn’t currently here nor there. Instead, this was all white hot karma, and the worst part about it? He deserved it. 

Two weeks passed since he’d told Tristan he loved him, two whole weeks he’d had to figure out how to severe the ties of a friendship that had held him up when he’d forgotten how to stand. This was not enough, and he wasn’t ready, he kept telling himself. He wasn’t ready for the hole in his chest that missing Felix would create, avoiding spilling the truth for as long as possible. Apparently, his brother had decided that they’d waited too long - which was entirely Tristan’s MO, if we were being honest. 

So, it really should have came as no surprise when he walked into the party to be greeted by the man - his man - holding hands with someone else, lip locked as if they were the only two in the room. He simply huffed, knowing better than to give the reaction Tristan wanted here, it would have been too much of a fucking reward. It was going to be a long night, that much was for damn sure. It hurt, but make no mistake, he wouldn’t be the only one feeling that way by the end of the night. Tai DesRoches loved misery, and his misery loved company.