#impossiblebynature

[malusangelus-archive-blog]

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thecoldheartedwolf

impossiblebynature​

obruentmortem​

bartenderxpistol​

avampiresredemption​

      "If you're here to waste my time, I suggest you leave before I start spilling blood."

[xnovissimus]

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impossiblebynature

thexclearwaters

salvatoresripper

child-of-fire-and-water

and thosecollegekxds

"Don't you people ever knock?" He snapped, crossing his arms and leaning against the console. "What do you want?"

[withinherheartdwellsawarrio-blog]

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     The elf clutched her side, struggling to move as the warm blood seeped through her clothing and dripped between her fingers. She stumbled, and nearly collapsed, blurry vision making out a silohette in the distance. "P-Please!" She attempted to call out, cringing at the pain that shot throughout her body and groaning. 

[immortalxsm]

 -- There's a moment of heedless loss of breath, as though he had walked into a glass door; There's no immediate explanation, however, only confusion and curiosity as hazel hues whirl frantically about the scene. Cathal turned on his heel once, again, and another time before he sighed heavily in defeat. In the midst of his momentary confusion, he had lost what could have been something -- important. That strange, haunting feeling had followed him weeks after, and in a bout of desperation for answers the Irishman found himself walking towards that same area again, yet to no avail. He didn't find solace in his desperation -- only more of it.

Eventually he had given up his search; he returned to his usual routine of running here and there between certain places. Cathal would run to the library, re-stack books and rearrange whatever needed rearranging; He would spend hours in the museum, switching between the archive and the tours, rehearsed acts taking over his mechanisms. There was a time, though, when the need to search returned.

-- It was her, standing there across the street of the museum. The same blonde hair that fell on her shoulders and reflecting what light the sun was giving that day; A radiant goddess who set Cathal's mind in a fury of confusion, causing him to stand still with an expression of utter wonder. It was not a feeling he was familiar with -- and he had been familiar with numerous kinds throughout his years of immortality -- it was completely new, completely alien that no word could describe it.

In a blink she was gone, but not entirely. Her figure had disappeared into the rush of employees making their way back after their break, but Cathal's eyes had spotted the golden crown of hair before she had gone completely --

"Miss, miss," A thick Irish accent said, a sheepish chuckle following. "You ah -- I think you dropped this?" And of course he ran after her, making sure to pick up some scrap paper - a blank one - from his pocket so that he wouldn't look like a complete fool.

[illholdemoff-blog]

Closed || Modern verse || impossiblebynature

Cillian sat at the bar, nursing a whisky. It had been a shit day, well, most days were shit days but this one had been shittier than usual. That goddam sonofawhore David hadn't given him the parts he'd promised him which meant he couldn't finish the job for that gang which meant he'd have to put it back, basically he was screwed because there was no money to be had until that job was done.

Enough money for whisky though. Always enough money for whisky. 

He looked around the rest of the pub with mild curiosity, his eyes coming to rest on the woman standing near him who had yet to drink anything. 

"What, ain't you good enough fer this place?"