#corignem

[unheald-archived]

@corignem said : talia is just staring at daniel, who she has absolutely caught at the end of his hunt. "so do you always make this much mess, or was this just a fuck up?"

the unexpected voice was... familiar. too familiar in a way despite not having heard it for quite some years now - and it was not a voice that he'd ever really expected to hear again, and especially not in a situation like this...

and it brings about a myriad of feelings that he had not been prepared for in this moment - but then again, he only really had himself to blame for that. he was the one who had made the mess, he was the one that had fucked shit up, and he knew that, didn't try to deny it. but still... she'd caught him at the end of his hunt, and the comment she made...?

arm came up, so that he could wipe at his mouth on his sleeve before he turned to look at her, and... it's so complicated. it was never that he hadn't loved or cared about them, about his girls... talia, lenora, alice... but he'd fucked them all up, he was someone who probably should have never wormed his way into their lives, and that wasn't an excuse but he just... he knew he wasn't the right person for it. but that didn't stop the wave of complex feelings that hit you when you're looking back at your own flesh and blood that you haven't seen for years... and that was without the added fact that... her eyes - they weren't the ones she'd been born with, and that in itself brought about so many feelings, so many questions...

and in typical daniel molloy fashion - his first move was to skirt around the question aimed at himself and - " talia... you're - " there were thoughts whizzing around his head... did someone hurt her? how had that happened? " what happened? "

[bratstats]

@corignem asked: 💬: say anything more and i'm blocking you. ( ....also from louis bc sIGHS )

💬 [ LESTAT > LOUIS ] you've threatened that at least five times today. 💬 [ LESTAT > LOUIS ] screenshot attached 💬 [ LESTAT > LOUIS ] i believed it the first time, not so much now. 💬 [ LESTAT > LOUIS ] can i take you for dinner?

[careol]

@corignem said: ❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ ( from ezekiel perhaps,,, )

               carol   glances   up   from   the   book   she   was   reading,   completely   unaware   he   had   even   returned.      he,   jerry,   and   a   few   other   members   of   the   kingdom   had   gone   on   a   supply   run,   and   because   apparently   the   kingdom   wasn’t   allowed   to   be   completely   leaderless   she’d   been   forced   to   stay   behind.      she   had   known   the   supply   run   would   take   a   day   at   least,   and   what   can   she   say?      she   missed   him.      she   glances   down   at   the   oversized   shirt   she   currently   adorns,   and   smiles   a   little   as   she   sets   the   novel   aside   and   rises   from   the   couch.      she   had   put   it   on   because   she   didn’t   know   if   he’d   be   back   tonight,   and   wearing   it   made   her   feel   at   ease.      his   scent   still   lingered   on   the   fabric,   and   it   helped   to   soothe   her   of   any   worries,   at   least   for   the   time   being.

               thankfully   the   feelings   of   worry   didn’t   have   to   make   a   return,   because   he   was   back.

               ❝   got   a   problem   with   that?   ❞      a   few   strands   fall   from   her   messy   bun,   framing   her   face.      her   head   tilts   as   she   comes   to   stand   in   front   of   him,   her   gaze   moving   over   his   body   just   to   make   sure   she   sees   no   injuries.      ❝   everything   go   okay?      you   don’t   look   hurt…      so   i’m   taking   that   as   a   good   sign.   ❞

[devourcr]

@corignem asked: ❝ can you turn in to a bat ? ❞ ( ....daniel thinks hes SO funny ok )

silence passes for several seconds, deadpan stare focused on daniel. oh, he must've thought himself funny. vampire myth doesn't bother him, not when he's enjoyed the classic monster movies — the vampires shrinking away from crosses and holy water and flitting through the air as a bat.

armand lets the silence hang in the air for a breath more, ❝ are we done being a journalist? is it comedian now? ❞ he asks and while he refrains from rolling his eyes, the temptation of it enters his tone.

❝ yes, and when that's not enough, i turn to mist. ❞

[richtozicr]

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜ — @corignem

richie scoffs. of course, he remembers how he met eddie. they butted heads almost immediately. tensions were high at arcades at all times. but he trusted big bill to always be around the kids who needed it the most. they were a tag team of assholes without friends except each other and it just worked out perfectly. the glass of the scotch he's drinking swirls in his hand before he sips a bit of it, trying to figure out how sentimental he needed to be in this very moment.

feelings weren't really his forte. " how could I forget the moment I fell in love with your mother? " he asks, though so many words could have fallen off that sentence and richie would have been none the wiser. looking over at eddie, he raises an eyebrow, " — why do you ask ? & don't bullshit me with some 'i wish it never happened', eds. i'll call your shit out so fast. "

[icarianfate-blog]

THE ONE THREAD THAT NEVER DIES || @corignem ( Remus )     

the sight that greets him has remus honestly wondering what in hell had happened to him– was this all still a dream? was he actually still lying in a ditch somewhere? or worse, was the night still dark and the moon bright overhead and was he only conjuring up this mad vision in order to escape the horror of what his out of control body was doing? 

 it took a long moment of breathing– of just STARING at the very muggle and mundane looking regulus black, before remus could FINALLY begin to comprehend that this was real– before he could slowly, with foggy mind, begin to piece frayed memories back together. 

–the pain, clutching to the man, pleading for relief, wanting it to end, wounds re-opening before being sealed shut. 

  brows furrowed and remus flexed his fingers once more, attempting to shift beneath magical restraints.  “think i’d believe your entirely innocent intentions if i wasn’t basically tied to your bed, mr black.” even in his state, remus could still bite back with sarcasm– could still lift his lips up from one corner in a lazy smirk before he groaned, and gave in, stop fighting against the magic keeping him in place. 

     “the fuck am i anyways? i– damn, i don’t have a clue where i even ended up last night. we anywhere near wales?” 

He hms absently. ❝ --MANCHESTER, sorry to say. ❞ Normally he’d be annoyed by Lupin’s flippant attitude, He DID just stay up for HOURS trying to KEEP HIM ALIVE but he’s just too miserable to manage to care about anything but how much agony he’s in and how much he doesn’t want to be here. ❝ the restraints were mainly to keep you from reopening everything-- you kept trying to get up It was a nightmare. ❞ He looks at Lupin uncertainly, as if trying to dissect his thoughts through willpower and people skills alone.  ❝ I suppose I could undo them now... --So we’re clear, I’ve got your wand elsewhere, you’re really in no state yet to move much and if you try to attack me I’ll do worse than trap you to a bed. ❞

It’s a gamble and one he’s not fond of-- Lupin is injured and largely harmless at the moment but he’s never liked or trusted any of the people his brother is so fond of, his own mistrust of Sirius spilling over ( along with other non-transposed things he prefers not to dwell on ). He doubts he could do much damage if he did attack now but later ? When Regulus eventually succumbs to the potion’s effects again ? He doesn’t like it. But given the position he’s in now he might need Lupin’s good will later on...

 Pushing his chair back to be more out of reach he produces his own wand and undoes the spell with a swift motion. Once the deed is done he stays fixed on Lupin as if he’s now in the room with a wild animal and not a heavily injured man and he were the one wandless and in enemy hands. He doesn’t know what he expects, doesn’t know the man well enough to know what to expect-- an oversight now that he’s faced with it. He should’ve made himself pay attention to his brother and his friends instead of trying to pointedly ignore them, he might know how better to work this now if he had.

[unheald-archived]

@corignem said: [ text ] Daniel, why are we trending on Twitter? [ text ] Why are they calling me a gold digger?

[ text ] Oh that...

[ text ] Yeah, so people seem to think I'm a cradle-snatcher and that you're a gold digger because I look like an old fuck and you don't -

[ text ] Which... If anything it'd be the other way around -

[unheald-archived]

@corignem sent : ❛  just the way you look at me is driving me wild.  ❜ ( steve @ eddie )

eddie wasn't usually one to let things go to his head, to be someone who relied on having his ego bolstered - he knew who he was, knew who he wasn't. and even if there were people out there who liked to give him shit, call him a freak... that was fine, he'd learned long ago to just play along with it.

...but in an instance like this? king steve harrington, cornered in the bathroom of someone's house, at some shitty house party that eddie was only really in attendance of because he had some other fun things to supply... this was an instance where he certainly wasn't going to complain, where he certainly wasn't against letting it go straight to his head.

" yeah? " head tilted, brow quirked upwards as the beginnings of a playful smirk began to tug at lips, he's got both hands flat against the wall, boxing steve in. " that why you dragged me away from the crowd? king steve harrington, all the attention he could want... and it's a few looks from the freak that gets to him? "