#inexactexpiration

[truthpiety-blog]

divinity  /  in the form of long fingers  /  tangle in raven dark hair.  the night comes upon them in the slow rising of a half – moon and the awakening of the night life.  this night life coming to include the amazon as she awaits her companion to rise.

how far they have come in an equally long amount of time    (  courtship over the years  ,    chance meetings until it evolved into something more  )    no longer dreading the dawn  /  stuck on a timeline neither of them can deviate from.  now she is content to lay beside the other  /  watching the sun dip below the horizon  /  the moon brightening the night sky.     ❛  you look radiant as ever.  ❜     quite obvious she has been watching the vampire sleep  /  but shows no shame in it.

@inexactexpiration  .

[chooserofslain]

“ WHAT CAN I SAY I’M INCREDIBLY … OBSERVANT — ” the warrior smiled, a slow -- ARROGANT expression as she gave the vampire a long, amused look. Lingering across the darkness in her scowl, before the gaze refocused on said … cement butt hole. 

“ That little one -- was right to call me, ” the SWAGGER was gone now - although the Valkyrie always came across as being ... self - possessed, she wore it proudly - strapped across her back with her blade. Her expression hardened, a coldness settling in old, space - torn bones “ — this is no task for Midgardians — college students or otherwise. ”

*: ･ﾟ✧  ⚔ @inexactexpiration 

[cruelonlytobekindarchived]

@inexactexpiration (x)

“Carmilla.”

Soft.

A sigh breathed into a mouth, a mouth, a mouth. And eyes searching, some distance between, looking into black, black, black, black on blue. Such blue, soft blue, tender thing. Hands grasping arms, like for balance. Always seems to need balance where Carmilla is concerned.

Softer.

“Talk to me.”

 Imploring. Did you think she was here for the sex...? She thinks you are, but let it be known she isn’t. She’s here for all of it. Every inch. The blood included.

Softest.

“Let me see.”

[movedtoblackthumbed]

@inexactexpiration

    Before Clarke even opened her eyes she came to a very important realization. Approximately six buffalo were tap dancing on her head. She groaned, sitting up with her hands on her face to block the hated light.

    “Son of a bitch --”

    Vague memories of Mary Hall's retirement bar crawl. And something about her sense of self-preservation dying a brutal death when someone said 'bet you can't' about some drink. Said person was absolutely right because she nearly never drank. And –

    She remembered something else abruptly. Kisses. Hands. And –

    Clarke whipped her hands off her face. This wasn't her bed.

    Looking down she saw a rather pretty, very naked woman sleeping next to her. A woman. A – what? Her face began to fill with blood as more shreds of memory from the night before crept into her skull. Hungover mornings were not meant for revelations.

    Tentative, and not quite believing, she reached out to touch the stranger whose name escaped her.    She was cold.

    Afraid now Clarke got on her knees and leaned closer, placing two fingers over the woman's cardioid. Still as a mirror. DEAD.

     And apparently this wasn't changing the way it should have been! A sound like a teawhistle started somewhere in the middle of her throat, and came out as a breathy, quiet squeak.

    It absolutely fucking FIGURED that the first time she slept with a woman she KILLED HER!

     Clarke fumbled her way out of the bed, looking for her purse. She -- she had to call an ambulance. Also known as her coworkers... embarrassment began to mix in with the shock and horror.

     “Where the fuck is it --”

[ofherstory-blog]

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okay, now it’s time to talk about @inexactexpiration / @spxtted / @doomedclearly / whatever other blogs you have that are still active! binx is probably like, the biggest constant i’ve had on this site. we’ve been mutuals since my solo cordelia blog was a thing, which was like… 2014 or 2015? damn, fam. between carmilla, jewel, and rock (my fav wolf boy ever) we do so much cool shit on here – all of which eventually turns into ships, i swear to god. but i love it so much!! my time here would definitely be severely lacking without binx and all our great convos, and everything we’ve done here. <3

[lasiiurus-archived]

@inexactexpiration liked my starter call

           ❝ this is the narrows. you DON'T want to be here. ❞

      —— she seems peaceful. a paradoxical scenario for a wraith hovering above.

[higherintellect-blog]

&~.( STARTER CALL;                   @inexactexpiration​  ——    . )

         ❝  ’ Ah my apologies       I often forget other people have limitations. It’s so sad. ‘ ❞  

[truthpiety-blog]

it is an otherwise quiet night in the embassy  ,    a late night.  should be at home  ,    but she’s falling asleep at a desk covered in papers to sign and colourful pictures drawn by children.  but not quite so falling yet  ,    for she perks up at the smallest hint of noise.  a commotion that reminds the amazon of a similar time    ––– –    now with fewer unknowns and warm smile ‘pon argil features.  glad some things haven’t changed.     

but some things have.  no longer brief glimpses through time and place.  always wondering and a head full of questions.  had found more answers than diana knew she was seeking.     ❛  you know you needn’t sneak  ,    ferdinand knows your welcome.  in fact  ,    he might actually like to see you.  ❜

though perhaps not now.  for the arrival is unexpected and is not tempted to share just yet.

@inexactexpiration     /          starter call.