#gxdscnd

[deliciouslyfilthytm]

          It had been a very productive day, and now Blaine was determined to do nothing else except relax. Mouth opened to relay the good news to Shay, but instantly closed once he noticed she was soundly sleeping on the couch. After a moment of consideration, he moved to sit at the piano. On one hand, he didn’t want to wake her... But on the other, the info he had would set her mind at ease. So, he would leave it up to how heavy of a sleeper she was, he figured, as sleeves were rolled up before fingertips were placed on the cool ivory keys.

          Music filled the room, soon followed by his vocals. Once Blaine got to the chorus, he couldn’t help the distinct feeling of eyes on him, which, yes, was the desired effect. “It’s a quarter after one, I’m all alone and I need you now...” Head tilted slightly, just enough where he could observe her as she... admired him. Normally, expression would have been a smartass smirk along with the usual sarcastic remark about her taking a picture as it would last longer... But instead, just a soft smile was given before finishing the song for her. If she wanted to pretend to be asleep, he’d allow her... but she was about to have to sit through an MCR song, if so.

          @gxdscnd​ // previously...

[bloodyimmortal]

          A whole long week Adam had watched this woman... tailed her, biding his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike up a conversation that would ensure her full attention. If the goal was a normal, everyday chat, then there wouldn’t have been a problem. But the immortal detested small talk. The plan was to get right to the point. But either the venue was too quiet, too loud, or too crowded for such a serious discussion. It was beyond annoying. Finally, there was a breakthrough...

          As desperate times called for desperate measures, Adam now found himself posing as her masseur. The actual employee was silently tranq’d and tied up in a nearby closet as his target got comfortable in the next room. With that little detail taken care of, he gave a cheerful knock of warning before walking into the room. “Miss Sloan, I’m Adam, and I’ll be servicing you today...” Okay, that didn’t sound quite right. “Performing your massage, that is,” he corrected in his best customer service voice as he prepared. This wouldn’t be tough, as he knew how to give a basic massage.

          @gxdscnd​ // for shay // plotted schemed~

[vyrulent]

dark christmas starter || @gxdscnd

They were men seeking revenge on such a joyous night. They were men in search of revenge thanks to Dr. Lecter and they’d believed she to be a weakness. They had believed her to be his -- with no thought to there being another serial killer with whom she’d found herself entangled with. 

What was to be a joyous night had ended in blood stained pajamas, a ruined carpet, and an overturned Christmas tree. No thought was given to any connection to the Verger estate or to the Cannibal for that fact.  What a great fucking Christmas Eve it had turned out to be. With the investigation finally halting, Clarice found herself alone -- surrounded in an empty, trashed home.

On instinct, born of having a maid for a mother, the agent made busy swigging down a bottle of the best whiskey money could buy and scrubbing until fingers burned red at the stained carpet, completely unaware of the silent intruder in her home...completely unaware of drunkenly, shed tears. It was all she needed -- a killing on top of holiday loneliness  -- yet she still scrubbed, hard and focused, not even noticing the half emptied bottle turning over, falling upon its side but not dumping what little contents remained inside its glass frame.

[scienceandalcohol]

          Gloved hands tested the give of the blade, crimson liquid oozing from the wound as Victor’s apprehension as well as curiosity mounted. What could possibly be learned by removing the dagger from the woman’s skull that wasn’t already apparent? The fiends had ruined a perfectly good maiden, was the initial conclusion.

          RECORD SCRATCH, freeze frame...

          Yes, that was Victor Frankenstein. One would probably wonder how he ended up in such a situation. Long story short, someone had made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. Currently on a quest to fully cure his brother, hopefully returning him to his old self, the scientist would stop at nothing to reach that goal. And apparently, that included striking deals with the shady and corrupt. They had heard of his plight as theirs was in the same vein. It was very simple — they would provide the missing piece to his puzzle so he could fix his brother, and in return, he would do the same for one of their loved ones who had recently passed.

          Victor should have known the deal sounded too good to be true. How was this woman the missing piece? She was dead! And the only instruction they gave before leaving was, after the dagger was removed, all would be clear. So there he was, gripping the hilt, mentally preparing himself for whatever was about to occur when he pulled the blade from her. She was tied up, but even so, this entire situation unnerved him. With a deep breath, he slowly withdrew the dagger from her head... and waited silently, eyes wide in anticipation.

          @gxdscnd​ wanted angst & i’ma try my best // claire // plotted...

[bloodyimmortal]

          At her question about having any bodies to hide, Adam gave her an amused expression. “Did you happen to see me fill the boot of the car with corpses, love?” No, she didn’t. The immortal was innocent of such things this evening. It was her second question that had his head tilting at her, eyes narrowing. “I was merely stating an observation. You make it sound as though I walk around just looking for people to take my revenge out on... Besides, I’ve already checked the guest list.” It’d been awhile since he’d been to a Halloween party. “So since we will not be murdering anyone tonight, that I know of at least, what would you care to do first, then?”

          @gxdscnd​ // previously...

[bloodyimmortal]

          Although technology had evolved by leaps and bounds by now — special effects turning fantasy into a seemless reality — as Adam replayed the footage, all signs pointed to authentic, unedited film. No strings. No soft landing spot hidden under the ground... Simply a woman that seemed to share his ability who had broadcasted that fact on live television. The immortal was silent, mind racing with all the possibilities, all the myriad wheels she had just set into motion. This... this couldn’t be good. Did she not know what despicable acts humans were capable of? Did she not know what they would do to her now?

          But this... wasn’t his problem. Adam had been hiding under the radar for so long. No reason to stick his neck out now, right? A long, drawn out sigh was given before his glass hit the wall with an explosive crash, the other hand going for the bottle to drink straight from it. She was one of his kind. She probably had no idea of the atrocities she was in for. The torture. The tests. The dying over and over as they scribbled notes on their little fucking clipboards as if life and death weren’t being used akin to a Yoyo right in front of their eyes. Like a toy.

          Adam couldn’t sit by and allow another to go through that, especially an evolved human like himself. Perhaps he could get to her before they did? And if he so happened to cross paths with the would-be torturers, the immortal would ensure they could never harm another ever again. And so, with the help of his laptop and underground contacts, he went to work finding out where exactly to find this Claire Bennet.

          The search didn’t take long, as money could hurry anything along, it seemed, and Adam eventually found himself a few feet from the woman, concealed by the shadows. This was a delicate moment, as he didn’t want to frighten her. But on the other hand, time was of the essence, as those who wished them harm could arrive at any moment. “Claire...? Please, do not be alarmed. I witnessed your spectacular jump on the news... You and I, we have the same ability, and I fear you are in danger.” Voice was calm as he stepped forward, allowing the light to wash over him, hands held up, revealing he was unarmed. Well, at least that she could see.

          @gxdscnd​ // claire bennet

[deliciouslyfilthytm]

          When Shay went to join Blaine at the pool, it would be tough for her to not immediately notice the strings of white lights leading her towards the small, dimly lit, one-man stage nearby. In front of that, there was a cozy table where, once she reached it, Don E. (dressed as a fancy waiter) would pull out her seat for her and pour her drink as the music began.

          Seeing as she probably would have expected a piano, Blaine instead borrowed the skills of a former guitarist for this particular performance. As the stage lights brightened, fingertips danced along the strings with such precision it was as if he’d been playing the instrument his whole life. The voice, though, was all natural, all his as he belted out a familiar tune. “Yeah, you drive me crazy, crazy, crazy for you, baby...” With a playful smirk, gaze never left her as the show went on, eventually signalling she could join him on the little stage, if she wanted.

          @gxdscnd​ // surprise nye starter 💖

[deliciouslyfilthytm]

          The cruise ship was supposed to have anything and everything one could want on a vacation and currently Blaine was checking out the most important amenity — the buffet! So far, everything wasn’t as fancy as he would have wanted for his and Shay’s first trip together, but as long as the food was delicious, he was sure they’d survive.

          Eyes narrowed as Blaine leaned down to inspect the caviar. There was something off about it, but as he was reaching for a plate, the warmth of a hand cupped his. Thinking it was Shay having returned from the restroom, he looked over with a bright smile. “Babe—” Brows raised. It was not Shay.

          The woman returned the smile that was not meant for her in the first place. “Oopsie. Seems we were reaching for a plate at the exact same moment, like in one of those romcoms,” she said with a very deliberate fluttering of lashes... And she was still touching his hand.

          Pulling his arm back from her, Blaine shook his head. “I got a girlfriend.” To that, she tilted her head as though that word didn’t exist in her vocabulary and actually stepped closer. “Yeah, my girlfriend’s crazy, she kills people.” Now that she seemed to understand, as her eyes widened and she began walking away. Phew. Hopefully, Shay hadn’t seen the little scene. That was the last thing they needed on this cruise — to have to hide a body.

          @gxdscnd​ // obligatory holiday thread // plotted...