#freyjaxcarter

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@freyjaxcarter where: hurricane jac

Malcolm had rushed to her home, and when Freyja wasn't there panic set in. Part of him wondered if any of this were to do with her powers, though he knew from experience that hers were more earth based than wind. He wasn't sure how magic worked, not really, and even if it wasn't her then he at least needed to know she was okay. By the time he got to Brewed Awakening, he was almost frantic. "Are you okay? My messages wouldn't go through, are you okay?" He had pushed through the crowd of people who had clearly rushed inside when the hurricane hit. "Do you need anything, what can I do?" He was soaking wet, even rushing through this storm, thankful for the clouds shelter from the sun so that he could check in on her, but with his signal shot he had to check in on her."

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DIRTY TEASING ASK MEME / ACCEPTING.

@freyjaxcarter asked: [ FRENCH KISS ] ― your muse kisses my muse with tongue.

He had insisted on taking her to dinner after sundown. It had been so long since they'd seen each other, and Malcolm had no doubt in his mind that she needed a reason to get out and about that wasn't simply work or errands. The vampire was a gentleman, picking her up from her place and taking her to the fanciest restaurant in Port Leiry. They chose to sit next to each other in a booth in one of the corners of the restaurant, so that it was more private, less pressure to appear one way or another and just be able to have fun.

It was whilst they waited for the appetizers, sipping at their drinks that they found themselves getting somewhat flirty, soft fleeting touches, that eventually had them leaning into one another. Lips connected, and the kiss was slow and sensual at first; then mouths opened and tongues pressed forward. Malcolm wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he explored her mouth, tasting her in a safer way than the last time. He broke the kiss, just for a moment, just enough time for her to catch her breath and their lips collided again. Both more sure of it now, and it was shown by how the kiss deepened quickly. Fuck, perhaps a restaurant had been the wrong idea if they hadn't even made it to the first course.

He heard a waiter clear his throat, and Mal pulled away to see food being putting down in front of them. "Eat," he breathed out, kissing her softly once more before taking her hand and resting the intertwined hands on her thigh. "We can pick this back up when you have some food, energy, in you." Malcolm chuckled, thumb softly brushing against her thigh.

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⚡️ do you regret feeding from your friend?

"I'll always regret hurting her, but I am working on bettering myself. I hope she sees that, I really do." @freyjaxcarter

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𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝟑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. (accepting)

@freyjaxcarter asked: “what do you see when you look at me?”

"I see someone I care for deeply, someone I'm concerned about. I see a powerful woman underneath the fear, whether that fear is just to do with your power and lack of control, I don't know, but you are powerful and better yet, you're strong, Freyja. Stronger than you think." Malcolm answered almost instantly, reaching out to grab her hand and squeeze. "You're beautiful, a better friend than I deserve. A better. . . a better woman than I deserve. I see someone I'm concerned I take advantage of, and confuse even more. But I hope that what you see is someone that will help you, be there for you, no matter what. And someone who will never, ever hurt you again."

He didn't know why she was asking, but he didn't need to. The vampire was there to reassure her, always, and be whatever it was she needed him to be in that moment. She was one of the few people she'd met since leaving his old life behind that he could say he would give his life to protect. "I see my best friend."

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@freyjaxcarter asked: [ bed ] my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before

He was awake before her, but he didn't want to move and risk waking her. Fangs were aching, knowing that he needed something to quench the thirst but when he attempted to finally get out of bed, Freyja finally stirred. "Hey there, sleepy head." Malcolm murmured softly, looking over the other. "Don't freak out, we were drinking and I brought you here as you said no to going home. Said I'd sleep on the couch but you didn't want to be alone. All we did was sleep, and I held you when you wanted me to. Nothing else happened." He wouldn't do that, not to Freyja or anyone else. He was shirtless, but he had pyjama pants on, and she was in a shirt of his and some sweats. "Are you okay? I can get you some water, I probably have some aspirin laying around."

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@freyjaxcarter - Waving Through A Window from Dear Evan Hansen

He had been away, well, not really. He'd still been in town, but it was vital that he focused on himself. Focused on his control, because whilst he had hated himself for what he had done to Freyja, gone to her and apologised, that was worth nothing if he couldn't back it up with action. So he did, he got help with his control and he's nowhere near perfect, or in control, but it's better and that's all he could ask for.

"I've learned to slam on the brake." He murmured softly, after pulling her to the side at Brewed Awakening. Malcolm knew she was working today, knew that if he went to get coffee she'd be there and he'd have the chance to talk to her, no matter how brief. "Before I make the mistake, I slam on the brake, before I lead with the worst of me. No slipping up. Not again, and never with you. I-- I've learned, I'm learning. I promise."

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@freyjaxcarter

"We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate. Autumn leaves falling down, and I can picture it after all these days." Malcolm speaks softly, sitting on the couch opposite Freyja with his hands intertwined tightly in his lap. "I know it's long gone, the days of me being human or even close to okay. And I might be okay but I just... I don't feel fine at all." Life before vampirism, it wasn't great for him either but there were good times. Like the times he was recounting with one of his lost loves along the way. Another that died due to his own hands, and he was just lucky that Kelly simply wanted out rather than facing the same end as the other. "Sometimes it's all I can think about and then..." Then the bloodlust hits, and nothing is the same anymore. It tears him away violently from the thoughts of before and sucks him straight back into the life he leads now. He doesn't miss it, being human. He wouldn't change it for the world, wouldn't take back being part of a vampire family even if he always felt like he was the puzzle piece that didn't quite fit. "What I'm saying is I understand what you're feeling, Freyja; that feeling of not belonging, of something not being right. I can see it in your eyes, and I remember it all too well." A pause, as he leans forward, "Talk to me."

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[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury - for freyja

late night wanderings sentence starters, accepting!  ˎˊ˗

      “ i’m sorry, i’m, like, really clumsy. ”  

      the other had her perched on a barstool, palms up. it had an odd vulnerability laced into it, like she were exposing parts of her that weren’t on display casually, everyday. and allie totally cannot stand gloves, so there’s no reason for her to be so anxious. except, of course, for the weight larger than her of being a burden to this poor barista. it’s not so much embarrassment, as it is shame. and not even that. i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to, how can i help? allie considers taking on a third job as brewed awakenings barista, just to make up for how hard she’d fumbled this dark haired, dark eyed ones’ time. the way she moves around the cuts on her hands is nothing short of tender expertise, which guides allie’s curiosity- and focus -away from the hurt and instead to start babbling questions. she keeps it to just one.  “ um, do you do this stuff a lot? not just for clumsy girls that drink coffee milkshakes. ”