#fire-blooded

[hxlfcrxzy]

The corner of the room was his safe spot now, the bare flesh of his back pressed firmly against the cold wall, tired eyes patrolling across the room from the front door of his apartment, to the window and the door to the bedroom. This spot, where he had been sat for hours, had the perfect view of every conceivable way into the room. No creature of the night was going to sneak up on him.

Maybe it was after effects of the magic Esme had used to heal the majority of his wounds, or just the process of healing in general, maybe it was the lack of sleep since he’s woken up form however many days he had been outcold, but he felt alert, more so than normal, hyper aware of everything that was going on in the room. Every creak of the floor board, every time things became a little too silent, every time something in the shadows moved. Nah, Demitri wasn’t going to get him that easily again.

This was the routine now. Cardelle’s new normal. Had been ever since he’d left the medical ward, his only interactions being with those who came to see him. Bram, Brina, Lucky, Daniel, and surprisingly Damien. Maybe not so surprisingly, he wasn’t sure, but the guy was their commander so it made some sense that he would continually check up on one of his own. It was usually now he turned up, so the knocking on Cardelle’s door shouldn’t have made him jump as much as it did. He was quick to open it and let the commander in. “Lock that once you’ve come in,” He didn’t say anything other than that as the other male entered, instead making his way back to the corner, standing, back pressed firmly against the wall again. “you don’t need to keep checking on me Damien. I appreciate it, honestly, but you don’t need to.”

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[atlasxrose]

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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically)

[hxlfcrxzy]

The bar Dayanara sat at was not one she frequented often, but she had been there enough to not arouse suspicion with her presence. The bartender recognised her face and offered her a warm greeting as she strode through the door, taking a spot at the far end of the bar, out of the way of the rest of the patron. She pulled a book from her bag and opened it on a random page, not interested in the words in front of her, more putting up the pretence of coming here to relax.

She had followed the usual channels to get her message to Damien, and had arrived early, as usual, to set up comfortably. Exits located. Faces of the other patrons noted in her mind in case they became important. To them she looked like a woman who was only here to relax and enjoy some space. They would be wrong.

Her drink had be placed in front of her, and she nodded politely at the bartender, paying him before taking a sip. Given the state of things at the moment, the urge to knock it back was overwhelming, but this was a business meeting of sorts, and a clear head went a long way. When Damien finally arrived, she looked up for a moment but did not react except for a knowing motion of her eyebrow. Let the games begin.

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[hxlfcrxzy]

Lan Darqen - location unknown - closed @fire-blooded​​

Lan was alone, eclipsed in darkness and silence in a place he did not know. He was in the city, sure, but where exactly he couldn’t tell. Outside noises seemed familiar but not enough for the demon to be able to place himself. He could have gone home. He should have gone home. As far as he was aware he still had two loyalists holed up in his apartment, tearing themselves apart with worry at his whereabouts, waiting for his inevitable return (because he always returned), or perhaps tearing each other apart in the hope that only one of them would remain when he did, eventually, return. The one triumphant human left to be his one and only.

But could he return?

He had been humiliated, publically, violently, left essentially for dead, if that had even been Azarius’ intention. He assumed it had been to make an example of him, and what an example it had been. No doubt the talk of the town. One final kick at the end of a night that had already cemented his spiralling reputation. No one would fear him anymore. No one would respect him anymore. Azagi and Jakoris had already proved that, but the outcome of the fight was really the icing on the cake. Would his loyalists still be loyal after witnessing his spectacular downfall? His fist curled up tightly and he could feel drops of blood forming from sharp nails digging into his palms. This was going to haunt him for a long time, he knew it. Forever.

A sound, a small disturbance to the quiet caught the Invidias’ attention and he was quick to throw his hood up over his head, knocking the large dark sunglasses down to rest atop his nose, obscuring the top part of his face, and he shifted to face the direction in which the noise had come from. Someone was stealthy. Was this a sneak attack? One final attempt to kill him off? “If this place belongs to you, it doesn’t anymore.” He raised one hand slowly in front of his face, outstretched, palm beginning to glow with dark flames, not enough to harm or really even produce heat, but a warning sign if ever there was one. “Contrary to popular belief, I do still have some fight in me.”

[deathbeckons]

SOFT PROMPTS MEME   /   ACCEPTING  /   @fire-blooded​

“  i love you, every part of you. even the parts you don’t like.  ”   malcolm  x  damien

“i’m sorry, you know that i don’t mean to take my frustration out on you, don’t you?” malcolm asked as he lay with his head on damien’s lap, glancing up at him. “i just... it feels like everything’s been taken away from me. what am i supposed to do? hop around? can they even make prosthetics that can withstand vampire speed? can they even make prosthetics, period?” all concerns he’d been too frightened to voice, because if they didn’t have someone who had the knowledge then what were they supposed to do? he’d be a useless vampire, no use to jessie or jack, or to the overlord. no use to damien. 

a doctor had been to see the wound when it wasn’t healing, found remnants of rubble still in the wound and stitched it up so that it woudn’t look too ghastly when it healed, giving him the best chance of getting fitted with a prosthetic if they could come up with something. “i hate to ask this, but do you think you could get your scientists on it? i know i can’t come to the hideout, but maybe they could come here or i could make it to neutral territory?” but then what? how were they going to make it withstand his speed, or would he have to give that part of him up in favour of having a somewhat functional leg? perhaps a witch could help, but that was further down the line. 

“i love you too, damien. thank you, for sticking by my side. you didn’t have to, especially with me being in the manor. they, uh.. they know not to touch you. you’re safe here, you know that right? i’d never let anything happen to you.” 

[deathbeckons]

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Malcolm knew that Damien just wanted to be there for him, to help him however he could and he had already done so much for him when the man came to his aid at the slaughter ring. But the prognosis was that nothing could be done, and his leg was gone. “If Jessie has sent you, you can tell her I’m not leaving this bed.” He growled as he heard the door open, turning in the bed with a hiss of pain. It hadn’t taken too long for his flesh to knit itself back together around the wound; not as long as he had expected anyway. It was almost fully healed now, only the odd pain shot through him but it was still at a point where he needed regular dressing changes.

It only took him a moment to hear the heartbeat, and recognise the familiar scent of his lover. He sighed, though still didn’t turn around, “You’re still here... I wouldn’t have thought you would have stuck around the manor.” Malcolm’s voice was shaking, as he tried to keep his emotions and anger under control. He hoped the person that he had pushed out the way of the rubble had at least survived. Finally, he reached out for the other man, “Help me sit up... Please.” 

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💐(Kaz)

Atlas sat in his tent, the vampire slipping through the curtain shortly after sundown. The oracle had been expecting Kaz’s visit, unphased when the creature of the night took a seat opposite him. There was a beat between them before Kaz reached forward and dropped a bracelet on the table. Absently Atlas felt a sigh of relief, it was finally over. Without saying a word he handed the payment to the man. Thankful for the service he provided.