#bruxsaria

[penniesfortheferryman]

"I have a strange request." Kharon says in low tone, which comes out more monotone than how he normally spoke. Amber colored eyes are cast to the side as if he was looking at something unseen, his thick fingers holding tightly to the tea cup between them.

@bruxsaria // closed.

[devourcr]

❝ a thought? ❞ the vampire asks, a scoff quick to follow. ❝ i wasn't expecting you to understand what that felt like. ❞ if she wants to be snarky with him, he would give it back to her. though, adding quickly, an edge of annoyance to his voice, ❝ i don't hallucinate. ❞ he doesn't give more than that, cutting off what he meant intentionally. armand doesn't desire explaining himself and instead distracts himself with her question.

❝ do you often solve others' problems? or am i just special enough for you to ask what i want you to do about it? ❞

continued from here / @bruxsaria

[mothergooseberry]

❛ actually , i think i better get going … it’s late and … ❜ (for outlast trials verse from human! Borna!)

“Oh, but the doctor is almost ready for you, dear!” She's been reassured that Dr. Futterman will handle it, though he isn't handling it yet. He's finicky like that. Always busy. The goose puppet is still on her hand, of course, but the deadly drill at the center of it is retracted and the goose remains silent.

Regardless, Borna is cornered. No way out other than to fight or wait for Gooseberry to get bored of chit chatting. “You don't have anything to worry about. You're not a nasty little thief like those other awful children. Are you?”

[bigidiotenergytm]

i have these nightmares, and sometimes they come true.(for dracula!)

supernatural.

EVEN MONSTERS HAVE NIGHTMARES.

Dracula's familiar with nightmares. Not quite the ones she may speak of, but the one around him. He hasn't truly dreamed since he last slept centuries ago. That doesn't make him apathetic with her confession, one of which he does not know why Borna graces him with. It must be the byproduct of their odd relationship. A trust in the monster she once swore to destroy.

There's a notable pause. Whether the No Life King expresses his empathy or not, he's not quite sure what to say. If comfort was what she was looking for or not. The one thing she wouldn't receive was pity. "You're familiar with Greek mythology?" An assumption before he continues, "It was said that Apollo gave the mortals the gift of prophecy. Presented as a gift to those blessed by it, only to come with its consequences. Even those chosen by God to recite His prophecy had to bare its weight."

[sangelune]

"Call willy wonka he got a worker missing" / @bruxsaria

   the snort  that  passes  riah  is  the  most unladylike  thing  she's  ever  done  to  date,  struggling  to  put  her  mug  down  before  starting  to  choke  on  the  tea  she'd  been  drinking.  she  holds  a  hand  up,  a  single  index  finger  up,  as  she  turns  to  the  side,  entering  a  coughing  fit  to  clear  her  god  damn  lungs  (not  that  she  truly  needed  them  -  but  the  human  body  still  entered  discomfort  when choking  on  hot  tea). 

   "could  you  warn  me  the  next  time  you're  about  to  say  something  funny?  shit  -  you'd kill  me  if  i  was  killable!  i  was drinking,  borna!"

[dimoriire]

❝I wouldn't bother. They'll be back within a day, maybe two.❞

Waving off any concern or thought the other might've had about the body before the both of them. Aid, funeral rites, burial, whatever was all essentially just to make one's self feel better in this situation that's all.

❝Rotten blood like that it's a wonder why the "body" even produces it anymore.❞

@bruxsaria s.

[hxllblazer-a2]

@bruxsaria || sc!

“Y’know? If it weren’t for the complications, think I’d want you to do it.”

The complications being—well, being pretty fucking hard to hide from a dead thing, that was for sure. Borrowed time sure was a hell of a thing when demon blood and a dream was currently keeping him on this side of the mortal plane…

“Like—I dunno… seen her once but then I don’t even think it was actually her but like—fucking, whatever she chose to let me know if that makes sense?” He waved a hand around a bit, idly prattling in some vague attempt to ignore the vague unfeeling across his skin. “But gone too deep I’m pretty sure even she won’t come for me again. Death, ‘erself, y’know? Order’s gotta be kept, only so much an idea can do without interfering and fucking up the fabric of reality.”

[braveryhearted]

It's funny that most of my muses would be chill about Borna. @bruxsaria