#heartcarved

[antvchrst]

@heartcarved​ asked: [ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc (to be more specific, Jackie fixes his shirt, buttoning the top button and smoothing the wrinkles)

               michael had awoken and much to his dismay, earlier than he expected to arouse; jackie had wandered into his room with the knowledge of venable and meade proposing devious ideas. eyes grappled to adjust before stirring to get out of bed, one thing he hadn't missed about hawthorne was how uncomfortable these beds were. it would take various attempts for him to completely wake up before he glanced at the clock, realizing he'd only fallen asleep in the last hour; "...fuck." he grumbled with sleep hanging heavy over his cords.

              jackie had made herself serviceable, seeing that michael had taken his time; she understood his position recently had taken a toll on even his sleep schedule. bringing him his dress shirt and blazer, she would slip off to his desk and wait for him to dress himself. jackie was one of few that would take michaels comforts into consideration, however, she knew the implications of his mission and the threats venable and meade posed on it.

              it wasn't long til he was ready, shirt mostly tucked, rings adorned, and shoes on. neither spoke too much, both still stagnant from slumber. jackie would take it upon herself to shift michael to face her, fingers smoothing out his blazer and shifting it to fit his form evenly. he'd watch as she picked at his appearance, even going as far as to fix his top button and tuck the remainder of his shirt; a mess he was. "--anything else?" his equivalent to 'thank you', shifting he waited for her approval.

                              "there." she simply said, her voice quiet and hushed.

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[pugionemarchive]

@heartcarved  ♡ ‘d for finn mikaelson 

            streets  of  new  orleans  were  empty  at  this  time  of  the  night  except  for  the  naive  tourists  and  some  of  the  residential  vampires.  the  french  quarter  however,  ran  by  his  own  family  , wasn’t  a  place  to  be  this  late .  dead  silence  .  not  always  a  good  thing  nor  a  bad  thing  but  their  sister  freya  could  sense  an  oncoming  storm  and  all  were  on  edge  over  it .  the  second  oldest  mikaelson  went  for  a  walk ,  escaping  the  constant  bickering  between  the others  within  the  large  home .  despite  being  use  to  it  and  being  the  prime  target  due  to  his  stances  ,  it  could  get  to  be  too  much  for  finn .  hands  tucked  into  his  coat  pockets  as  he  wondered  around  .  the  scent  of  blood  drawing  him  closer  to  a  certain  area  where  he  spotted  a  woman .  alone .  eyes  remained  on  her .  “  isn’t  it  a  tad  late  for  people  to  be  out  ?  or  did  you  have  the  same  idea  as  i  did ?  a  little  midnight  stroll .  “ 

[sempcranticus]

      He’d been flipping through some old articles about a murderer behind the cupid murders. “Hm.” Adam sat in the cafeteria, his toast left unattended as all his focus was on the passage he’s reading: “their son’s heart found in a box sent to their doorstep, the same happened to the parents a year or so later, this time, in chocolate boxes.” He grabbed his cup of black coffee and sipped at it. “Talk about an overachiever. Though, I gotta give them credit for their creative side.” He said to himself, though eyeing at a stranger who probably overheard him. 

      “Must be tough, y’know, hacking away at someone’s chest to get to their heart.”

starter call / @heartcarved​​

[antvchrst]

an aesthetic for you :

the jackie and mickie show ; people loath connections this deep

[antvchrst]

heartcarved asked:

❛  i broke my rules for you.  ❜

fights happened often in this small outpost, however, michael and jackie usually stayed away and were clear of it. except today, both seemed to have caught some type of agitation from their respective sides. since awaking michael had venable bitching about whatever he did, his clothes, interviews, his selection of words towards her -- whatever could be stated, was. had that not been enough gallant and coco were at his side, talking his ears off. he barely had any time to think to himself, however, upon getting away to his room he was bombarded by jackie and her bad mood.

"i didn't ask that of you did i?" he finally raised his voice, shifting out of his seat and round her, he ripped his door open. "your rules are yours, where did you give me any discloser of what you need jackie?" nevermind the people in the living room below, the antichrist was feeling the anger build in his chest. "you have the will to talk back to me at any moment of the day, playful or no, yet, im at fault for your broken rules that you have yet to speak to me about." fingers pushed through his hair, messying it; "make it make sense!"

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[antvchrst]

      heartcarved asked: ❛  can someone please be proud of me?  like fuck, i’m trying.  ❜

the words fell from her lips and traveled through his ears almost as if it were in slow time, he couldn't describe how often he'd felt those words. swallowing hard he tried to keep his eyes forward and on his work, brows would knit and upturn as he listened to her pained voice repeat in his thoughts. "jackie," michael lowered his head to her line of sight, "your work does not go unnoticed, it's seen and appreciated." his voice was quiet but gentle, something he'd only allow those closest to him hear. "just because it's not expressed how you think it should be, its seen. i promise." fingers would grasp her arm and tighten in reassurance, his pride was never one to express proudness but he'd find his way around it somehow; with a hope she'd understand.

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[antvchrst]

                         heartcarved asked:  ❛ hey, sometimes you gotta kill a guy.  ❜

he couldn't help but look at his bloodied hands, it'd been a moment since he had last used his hand against someone. the thickness of it disgusted him, flinging his hand out at his side he scrunched his face as if to get away from its trajectory. "sometimes..." he repeated, annoyed it had come to it. "not ideal, but sometimes. next time, i would prefer you to do the dirty work." fighting wasn't exactly his cup of tea, as much as he hated to admit it - he was more political and would dirty his hands if need be. "who was he again?"

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[kolamitous]

                              roommate power hour / @heartcarved​ .

            ❝   did   you   bring   me   lunch?   ❞   you   do   not   want   to   go   out   and   find   a   victim   yourself   this   evening.   besides,   rebekah   woke   you   at   noon   which   always   makes   you   a   very   cranky   vampire.   you   have   always   preferred   the   nocturnal   schedule   of   your   species   even   before   being   turned.   henrik   once   said   that   you   rose   with   the   moon.