#cursedpromptday

[damienxhunt]

💋 ( neck )

He dragged his teeth across her skin, making the blonde shiver; Damien could hear her heart pounding and it made the vampire laugh softly. Annoyed that he found her amusing, Demi threatened him like she always did.

“Relax,“ he hummed, his wet mouth pressed against her and bruises bloomed along the column of her neck only to vanish later, “I won’t bite you that hard.“

@originclpup

[damienxhunt]

💒 Your muse giving a speech during my muses wedding

It was at Remy’s behest that he was there; their strange friendship, despite Seth Hasting’s disapproval, continued until the time came for her story to come to a conclusion. Damien was asked to give a short speech and while he would much rather not, both Demi and Remy goading him gave him no choice. So he stood, a glass of champagne in hand, and talked about Remy’s strength and resilience. For all the years he left the girl wanting, the kind words he deprived, the vampire more than made up for it at her wedding. And when it came to talk about Seth, well, he was curt.

“Seth is very lucky to have found someone to spend an eternity with,“ he glanced at the pair, “I wish you both happiness.“

@seth-hastings

[julietbowman]

🎁 Your muse giving my muse a gift

Lee wasn’t sure what had possessed her to buy Damien a gift, aside from the fact that the moment that she had seen it she knew she had to give it to him. It was honestly more of a gag gift than an actual gift, but she thought that he would see the humor in it. At least she really hoped so, otherwise this would probably be extremely awkward. With that thought in mind she placed the last piece of tape on the paper she had just wrapped up a new copy of Romeo and/or Juliet: A Chooseable Path Adventure in.

@damienxhunt

[julietbowman]

🛀 Your muse running a warm bath for mine

Lee had panicked when she had found Rhys, cold and limp. It was a struggle but she had managed to get him inside and up the stairs. Properly into the apartment. And then the bathroom. It took some maneuvering but she managed to get him, groggy as he was, to sit on the closed toilet. When she was sure that he wasn’t going to fall over and crack his head open she turned her focus towards the tub. 

Lee reached for the tap, turning it on. She put her hand under the tap to test the temperature and quickly pulled it back. It was much too warm for a human. She adjusted the temperature, gave it a moment to run before testing it again. Yes, this would do. She stopped up the drain and sat back, turning her attention back to the charge while the tub filled up, slowly filling the room with steam.

“Right then. These are going to have to go.” Lee said, standing in front of Rhys. It took a bit of creative maneuvering but she managed to get him standing. It was a bit awkward but she managed to get him stripped and into the bath.

@rhyscostello

[montykirshbaum-blog]

☔: Your muse at my muse’s door, drenched from the rain

@chrissy-brooke

“I know about five movies off the top of my head that have a scene just like this one,” Monty began, talking fast as the door swung open. Chrissy looked pissed, but he didn’t take it personally, while the town was illuminated by streetlights, it was still something closer to four in the morning. The fae’s grin was almost comparable to something maniacal, he reached for her hands with his own, sliding rain slick fingers through her dry ones. “Come on, you only live once.”

In their case, once was almost long enough. He stepped backwards, tipping his head back to receive the kiss from gentle summer rain-- in a flourish, he tugged the shrieking brunette out with him, “If I’m a bird, you’re a bird, Christina. Enjoy it.” His laugh echoed in the empty street and though her feet were bare, Monty let her settle them onto the tops of his shoes, guiding her into a waltz.

[montykirshbaum-blog]

♒: Your muse shows up bruised and bloody at my muse’s door step || 💧 Your muse climbing into the shower with mine (both Felix!)

♒: Your muse shows up bruised and bloody at my muse’s door step

Monty’s lean figure draped against the doorframe as though he had been pinned here, when Felix answered the door— he began to speak, so as to ward off any questions that he didn’t want to answer.

“I’ve always found it unfair to say ‘you should see the other guy’ because, in most cases—“ the faerie coughed, hiding it delicately by lifting his sleeve. He was alarmed at the spatter of red that seeped into the powder blue of the hideous suit jacket, but nonetheless, he lowered his hand, continuing. “The other guy is in excellent shape. That vampire back there?” His thumb jerked towards the thick of the trees behind him, “He’s doing great. Me, however?”

A rustle from behind alerted Monty and he shoved past Felix to step inside, gesturing wildly for the other faerie to shit the door. “I just had to run like, three kilometres and I’m about two pints short of blood. I’m doing terribly.” With the heavy wooden door between them and whatever lay outdoors, Montgomery brightened, pressing a kiss to the other man’s cheek. 

“I told you I’d find it.”

💧 Your muse climbing into the shower with mine

He was restless. It wasn’t an uncommon thing, the faerie flipped from his side, onto his back and then onto his stomach, groaning as he realized sleep wasn’t something within reach. Grey eyes slowly pried themselves open and he reached over, patting the spot that Felix had tucked into not a few hours before. Monty sighed, feeling nothing but the coolness of the empty sheets.

Resigning himself to rolling over, he paused, listening intently. Instead of the quietness of his home, he heard the rush of water— sitting up in bed, he caught the seep of light from a closed bathroom door.

Perhaps he wasn’t alone after all. Not bothering with a robe, he slipped out of bed, padding quietly to the washroom. The outline of a familiar figure was recognizable through the gauzy film of his shower curtain and Monty’s lips curved in the contentedness of a smile. He pulled back the curtain, stepping in and tucking his chin into the dip between throat and shoulder, pressing his lips to slick skin. “I thought I was going to have to put your face on a milk carton, it’s too early for you to not be in bed.”

[magdalenakaminski-blog]

📷 Your muse taking secret pictures of my muse

@matildahunt

While Magdalena despised most technology, she had to admit that she was rather charmed by the camera that she had found in a box of items that the brunette had forgotten to unpack. Nestled amongst winter sweaters was a perfectly functioning Fujifilm Instax, it’s instructions were thoughtfully taped to the side and after a handful of practice pictures from her window, the vampire set out into the world to capture what she assumed would be a candid recollection of Ashbourne.

She wasn’t the most talented, but her grip was steady, saving most of the images from being ruined (as long as one didn’t mind the little halo in the right side of the picture-- her thumb) and she was pleased with the results, tucking them into her bag. With one last bit of film, Lena lingered outside of the coffee shop, trying to decide what to use for it. It was a woman striding by that caught her attention, dark hair flowing backwards like a ribbon and red lipstick accentuated full lips. Without hesitation, she lifted the camera and hit the shutter.

[lailarenaud-blog]

🔪 Your muse kills my muse

@bloodxspice

This time, Laila didn’t bother hesitating. Clary was smaller in stature, while she possessed the strength of a vampire-- the wolf had been created for the very cause to run her down; long fangs snapped by the vampire’s face as she whimpered for anything that resembled mercy.

You can’t reason with a wild animal. Something feral doesn’t take bargains. 

The full moon hung over them like a bright spectator, it fuelled the beast that sunk curved claws into tender flesh to pin her down-- Clary’s screams were drowned in the wolfsong that drifted up towards the stars. In answer, the cries of the rest of the pack swam back, each bloodied with the tone of their own kill. 

“I’ll do anything.”

Had her throat been human still, it would have produced a laugh. Instead, teeth closed around fingers that scrabbled at her thick coat to get free. The vampire drew back with a hiss, but the deed had been done. Venom danced in her veins now, coursing through with a cure that lived in the two other wolves that she had sworn her allegiance to.

Clarice Dagny wouldn’t have the opportunity to beg them for a drop of their blood, the wolf’s terrible muzzle lowered again, tearing limbs from a body that had cheated death for so long-- while weakened, the vampire lived, if only to hear the whisper in her mind in Laila’s lilting voice as she left what remained of the vampire to the cold and barrenness of the woods.

“You’re going to die alone.”