#implsvly

[washeartsbreaking]

@implsvly sent how long have i known you?

"ages," alice sighed, leaning her elbow on the door of travis' car. hiding things from her friends was something alice consistently dabbled in even when she didn't entirely mean to. she was good at oversharing when things were easy and undersharing when it came to things getting tougher. she turned her attention from her friend in the driver's seat to the road passing by outside the window.

she sat in silence for a few moments, shifting again to pick at a piece of string hanging off the frayed edge of her jacket. "you've known me long enough to know when i'm feeding you bullshit." she didn't like being called out on it, but she supposed she appreciated it that he didn't let her get very far with it. "i'm sorry. force of habit. you know."

[cannibyl]

@implsvly sent: i think i’ve seen you around before .

THE JUKEBOX PLAYS A HAUNTING country tune  in  the  background,  punctuated  by  the  occasional  clinking  of  glasses  and  muffled  conversations—the  volume  lower  than  it  had  been  only  a  few  minutes  ago  after  a  fight  had  broken  out  between  him  and  some  drunken  fellow.  The  owner  of  the  bar  had  gotten  the  latter  kicked  out regardless of who was responsible for starting it,  as  Johnny  had  built  up  some  form  of  respect  from  the  owner  by  dealing  with  a  few  problematic  customers  for  him  in  the  past.  It  was  safe  to  say  they  had  some  sort  of  understanding  now,  though  he  had  received  a  warning  a  few  times  before  too for unfavorable behavior. He is allowed some leniency, but not outright invincibility.

Johnny  stands  at  the  bar,  wiping  the  blood  from  his  knuckles  after  the  recent  scuffle.  The  pain  is  nothing,  mild  in  comparison  to  the  previous deep  cuts  and  stab  wounds  that  left  a  hefty  number  of  scars  along  his  body, some raised and whitened, others still red and angry from being fresh.  As  he  finishes  off  his  drink  with  one  final  swig,  he  notices  a  figure  approaching  from  the  corner  of  his  eye.  Thus,  his  gaze  cuts  to  the  side  to  land  on  an  unfamiliar  male.  Tall,  strong,  displaying  a  build  somewhat similar  to  his  own.  Cocky  as  ever,  Johnny’s  first  thought  is  that  he  could  take  him.  It’s  fun  to  toy  with  the  ones  who  are  weaker  than  him,  but  he  enjoys  a  challenge  too  if  he’s  looking  to  pick  a  fight. 

The  statement  from  the  stranger  lingers  in  the  air  for  a  moment  before  Johnny  answers.  He  can’t  tell  if  it’s  a  threat  or  not  ;  if  he  recognizes  him  from  the  streets  or  from  something  more  sinister.  Drayton  always  did  call  him  careless,  claiming  he  was  gonna  get  the  family  into  a  whole  lot  of  trouble  one  day.  ❝ Y'know, that don't surprise me none. You might’a  seen  me  workin’  up  at  the  gas  station, ❞ he  answers  easily in his usual gravelly tone, his  body  angling  away  from  the  bar  to  face  the other.  Dark eyes lock onto bright blues, attempting to read his face and body language. Whoever he is, he doesn't appear to be immediately hostile. Or maybe he's looking to finish what the other man couldn't. ❝ It’s  a  small  town, but I sure as shit don't recognize you. What's it to ya anyway? ❞

[abyssurvived]

IMPLSVLY: " what was your plan ?? you could’ve gotten yourself killed !" from HERE ( accepting! but inbox closed )

          snorting scoff is almost dramatic enough to rear blend’s head back, hand not cradling against her heaving & tender chest ( no doubt earned some fractured ribs if not broken ), and covered in ichor dropping the makeshift stake to shove at @implsvly ( or, at least shove as much as she can without putting weight into it—- she may be stupid, but even blend knows not to mess with broken ribs potentially piercing lungs ), ❛ —-just shut the fuck up, put your damned strength t’use and lift the goddamned bastard. ❜

[abyssurvived]

IMPLSVLY: [ standing over a body ] " oops. " from HERE ( accepting! )

         blend will say to herself later on that considering it all, she reacted fairly calmly—- if by grabbing @implsvly and attempting to drag him from the crime scene ( naturally failing when she finds herself skidding back in the gore ) is anything close to calm. blend finds herself warring between the two halves of herself; the side that looks into this very shit, that knows with each beat of her racing heart that every second spent standing over the corpse ( god—-- with what’s left, can it even be considered a corpse anymore? ) is another knot in the hangman’s rope around their throats. the other part of her, the part buried deep that makes her scars pulse, can’t help but consider ( despite knowing through and through who travis truly is ), what would be left of travis had his claws and fangs not made quick work of the supernatural now laying in pieces at their very feet. 

       it’s thanks to years and years of instinct that blend swallows her rising gorge, that she even remains upright at all despite the burning stink of blood sinking into her, grip shifting from the chimera’s shirt to his arm in hopes this time he’ll follow ( even if it’s just out of the ichor, anything that lessens the evidence of them ever being here is enough ), ❛ —-I’ll scream at y’later for being’ so fuckin’ chicken-shit stupid, for now—, ❜ solid smack! is given to the back of his head, ❛ —-don’t you dare get blood in my car. ❜

[frayededges-archived]

@implsvly sent ❛ yeah, i can make you an omelet. ❜

normally, she wouldn't accept eggs as a food. she usually smothered them in salt, pepper, chili flakes and hot sauce. she didn't exactly het to be picky when she'd fallen asleep on his couch after their work out session and hadn't woken up until slater wanting to be fed woke her up. by then it was early morning. she'd already accidentally stayed over, so she tried to go back to sleep, but that didn't last long. alice had wandered into the kitchen when travis was making himself breakfast, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. she appreciated that he was willing to make a second omelet for her despite the imposition. "thanks, travis," she smiled over at him from across the kitchen. "sorry for crashing on your couch, it was a long day yesterday."

[pistolsister]

@implsvly sent you poor thing. from here! ( accepting! )

            there's blood ( for once not belonging to her own ) currently staining the pale of her calves and the red of her westerns even darker, pistol rattles in sweat slick grip, outlaw digging & digging into her gut in a veiled attempt to find the same courage that keeps her legs from trembling the moment she enters a bank or gas station, that kept her head straight & unbothered as mother superior pulled cigarette out of cigarette out from her bible, but akin to the very gun that near slips out of her grip, every attempt to pull that courage is lost. outlaw isn’t foolish, knows that things go bump in the night ( she’s had too many night drives between corn fields and endless woods to stay naive ), but that’s not to say that it doesn’t send her pulse hammering through her chest to be confronted by it. 

          swallow is dry and loud in the sudden still of the night, the crickets having ceased chirping the moment travis became— this. hand previously grasping at her chest, as if quelling her heart from beating right out of her ribcage, slapping over the other currently grasping the pistol like a lifeline—- the trusty mortar nearly vibrating out of her hands with the constant tremors that wrack her; there’s few & far between that properly scares the outlaw, and whilst she’d never claim to be an exorcist, she’d take a demon over this, ❛ —-w’wha— what are you? ❜

[frayededges-archived]

@implsvly sent ❛ did you just throw a fork at me? ❜

"no," alice brought a stack of dishes over to the sink and set it on the counter. "i gently tossed you a fork with the knowledge that you would catch it, and the assurance you wouldn't actually get hurt if i did a shitty job tossing it." she began rinsing the dishes she'd brought over, nudging him gently with her elbow. "you're fine, trav. don't get your ego bruised just because you forgot a couple forks out there." she was teasing of course, it was just something stupid to keep prodding him about.

[bludsiren]

@implsvly liked for a starter

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐖. constantly surrounded by her guards and other employees, delmaroe had to get creative in order to allow herself the freedom of her natural form. of course it wasn't all that hard, some extra pheromones and a couple sweet smiles usually had them willing to stay behind, and that's exactly what she had done tonight.

this deep in the wilderness she hadn't expected to see anyone else. especially someone that had a humanoid appearance. she had heard the footsteps when she had come up from beneath the surface of the lake, felt that beautiful little tingle the mother had gifted her with to recognize her children. those who weren't exactly human. keeping just her eyes out of the water, she stared in the direction of the noise, watching curiously as coyote emerged from the trees. no way it was simply a coyote. the mother's gifts were never wrong, and the tingle was most certainly there. she began to dip under the surface again when she witnessed the shift, watched as the creatures bones bent and snapped, the fur disappearing, until all that was left was a humanoid man. shapeshifter.

❝ are you lost, pup ? ❞ she called out as she lifted her head all the way out of the water, keeping her white eyes trained on him as she drifted closer to the edge of the lake.