#heartbetween

[onlyhoped-a]

@heartbetween​ said: Qui-Gon rests his hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder and gives a gentle squeeze. "I'm... proud of you." /son/

IC ASK || always accepting

    Such  rare  words  of  affection  caught  Obi-Wan  offguard.  There  had  normally  been  a  silent  understanding  between  them;  hardly  an  acknowledgement  of  the  bond  they  truly  shared.  The  strange  words  would  contort  his  expression,  sheepishly  shifting  his  weight  under  the  heavy  hand  on  his  shoulder.  “ I  haven’t  done  anything  to  deserve  such  praise, ”  he  claims,  his  gaze  timidly  dipping  to  their  feet.  Though,  he  feels  a  strengthen  of  his  resolve;  his  heart  warm  and  full  thanks  to  the  affirmation.   “ I  promise  to  work  harder,  Qui-Gon. ”  For  the  man  who  gave  him  a  chance.

[veratok]

@heartbetween​  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 :   Marduk says chomp chomp

𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 !   presence gone in a flash, a blur of black, alucard stands a meter behind, dodging the ancient one’s attempts at a bite. displeased, his lip is curled, fangs bared in malcontent, a frown tight across his face.   drink ?  from him ?   he’s a fool to think he would allow a single drop of such powerful ichor upon his tongue.   sooner that he would drain the one before him bone-dry.   eyes bore him down, a cold, icy stare: though golden.

❝ — you will take not a  single taste.  ❞

[nostlgic]

‘clearly,’ staring down at the woman from his throne, brow perks in curiosity. not many strayed into his world unnoticed, but there could be few who slipped through his fingers. or perhaps he’s brought her there through his own wishes and dreams. either way, consider the kind intrigued. ‘there are few who dare walk into goblin city on their own. i would be impressed- if you weren’t trespassing,’

i, myself, am strange and unusual.     @heartbetween​.

[dramatispcrsonae]

@heartbetween​ said: “you’re a fool.” - Rick to Evelyn

            she looked up sharply, her lips pursed into a thin, annoyed line. really, she ought to know better than to rise to the bait -- but where the swaggering american was concerned, she found her better judgement had long since abandoned her. damn him. lifting her chin, more petulant than the defiant air she’d hoped for, she reached for the manuscript she’d been poring over.    “  alright then, mr. o’connell,  ”    she said a touch too sweetly, sliding it towards him.    “  if you don’t care for my methods, i’ll leave the translation to you.  ”    she lifted one dark brow in challenge.    “  after all, i’m sure your grasp of hieratic is quite the envy of every scholar on the continent!  ”

[nostlgic]

staring dully at allison, bender’s gloved knuckles press firmly against the table in front of her. ‘counter question-’ he says, annoyed that his greeting was met by absolute nonsense. ‘how many times did your parents drop you on your head when you were a kid? rough ballpark,’

have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?     @heartbetween​.

[veratok]

@heartbetween​  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 :     🔴 - Marduk 😈 ( 16 - my  muse  accidentally  biting  yours  too  hard,  drawing  blood.  ) an accident.  SURE.

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝,   choosing instead to adopt his mortal lineage, and dispose of those monstrous desires of digging fangs into flesh for the sake of the hunt, only ever indulging to slake his thirst alone, it shocked alucard when such an affront caused an inhuman growl to rumble through his chest and throat with ferocity: loud enough to shake the chambers of his breast, his taut neck stretching tighter to resist the bite, even as stolen ichor bled from the wounds. even more, knowing that such precious life was now staining the lips, wetting the tongue of the other, released a darker hissing, ere gloved hands fall upon the shoulders of the villain.

wrenching him off, tearing pale flesh in the release of his fangs, torn wound bled as if stuck, staining down the front of a crisp blouse, and seeping into the lacey edges of the throat. the dhampir, as if enraged, lapsed between feral expression and a barely-contained temper, struggling to hide his teeth behind cold lips.   he would not be moved to such baseness.   swallowing his rage, pressing the corners of his mouth hard against his teeth, he rightened himself, eyes boring across at the ancient being. 

❝ — enough. ❞   perhaps he had known what consumption might bring: and it was that greed that turned alucard’s anger into disgust. marking him in his spot, taking one step back, gracefully, erecting himself to a stance that would allow him to rush the man at a moment, he spoke once more: short, sour.   ❝ ‘less you seek to see the true power of my blood. ❞

[murdcck]

SEND ME 🗣️ FOR INCORRECT QUOTES OF YOUR MUSE AND MINE. @heartb

[evermxre-a]

@heartbetween​ said :  Bill can't pretend that he's just Evermore's personal reporter. He can't pretend that the feeling blossoming in his chest is nothing more than after show jitters from their performances. Each concert, each interview opens a bit more of Bill up to the other and eventually, it bubbles out in a swell of emotion. Hands placed on either side of Adam's face, Bill pulls the other in a bruising kiss with hopes that everything he feels pours from him into the singer. Can he hear the song their colliding lips make the same way Bill does?

oh, bill denbrough. can you see the way that adam is enamoured by you? the way that he would answer any questions asked of him, not out of obligation but genuinely. they’re sat backstage following a show, just the two of them, on the sofa in adam’s dressing room. it’s supposed to be another interview ; bill is supposed to go talk to some of the other boys after this, but... that’s not happening tonight. not at all.            adam can’t help it, the way he moans against bill when his lips crash against his in such a manner. self-restraint... any bit of properity that they had been attempting to maintain is forgotten. it is all forgotten. adam haller’s every sense is overwhelmed by bill — by the taste of him, by the way that his hands feel on his skin. god. he wants more and more, wants to DROWN in him. he wants as much of him as bill will allow him to have. the singer finds himself moving closer to the reporter, lips never once detaching from his. body moves so that he’s sat in bill’s lap, hands moving to his hair. digits entangle with the locks, gently playing and tugging with them as adam returns the liplock with just as much vigour. bill denbrough : his new muse.