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Prelude // Rynn x Zane

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Zane’s manor, as always, was a welcoming place to her. These past ten months had all been rather pleasant for the fae, save for some unenjoyable interactions that had happened along the way. This bi-weekly routine, where she’d pick up her earnings from Zane, was always a highlight of her time. 

She’d grown rather fond of the vampire king - they seemed to have a sort of kinship, a friendship. She trusted him - a rare thing for the changeling.  And there he sat at his desk, waiting for her to sit down for their little catch-up.

It was a nice thing, earning wages - Zane paid quite fairly. Yet, she never could quite feel like those wages were hers. Obviously, the fae didn’t take a cut from her payment, they had their deal with Zane, and Rynn was simply on loan. 

On loan. Implying ownership. But she supposed that was true, it its way. The fae still held a key piece of the puzzle of Rynn’s life, and no matter how long she worked for Zane, she was still theirs, thanks to the true name she’d traded them. At least they were the ones that had it.

A shudder overtook her has the thought of Calien having her true name entered her mind. If he had that name - well she would belong to him. No one had heard from him in weeks, even months - and yet that offered her no comfort. Something told her he wasn’t the type to simply give up, and that time only made him want her more. 

Pushing that thought from her mind, Rynn took her seat in front of Zane and gave him a smile, focusing on the meeting for now. “How are you today, Zane?”

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“I’ve never had any one in my life want to sit in on one of my lectures before.” Lucy couldn’t help but smile at the other, excited but also terrified by the idea. “Are you sure you really want to come? You’re not going to be bored out of your mind?”

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Meta Meme thing, Ricky's stutter and his Australian accent!

send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

Okay here I go. So first I’ll start on the accent which, of course, comes from Ricky having grown up in Goolwa, Australia for a good chunk of his childhood. His father, his mother and all his family had one and despite him having come to the States when he was 9, the accent stuck with him. Though having an accent and being the new kid isn’t easy and Ricky often was picked on and teased for the way he talked so he eventually did his best to mimic the people around him and blend into the crowd rather than sticking out like a sore thumb. It worked well enough and now that he’s older he just keeps to a more Americanized accent rather than his true Australian one. 

However, if he’s highly emotional, tired or excited about something you’ll hear that Aussie lilt creep through and it’s honestly super cute. (Fun fact: he doesn’t say A-loo-min-um, he say A-loo-min-ee-um.)

Now for the stutter. The stutter is something that only comes out now and again and the main cause is when he’s highly nervous, dumbfounded or just overwhelmed in general. The stutter wasn’t so bad when he was little, it was just a subtle thing that happened when he was nervous on occasion but when he went through the One Bad Day™ with his dad it got substantially worse. Now when he’s confronted or put in a situation where he feels boxed in and cornered, his nerves get to him and he starts stumbling over his words and feels ridiculous because of it. 

He knows he’s a grown man, he knows he should be confident in himself, but his tongue seizes up and he has trouble getting his words out. It’s something he’s kind’ve embarrassed by but he also can’t help it and tries to deal with it by settling his breathing and thumbing his watch if he can.

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@intoxicatingxminds​ ♥‘d for a starter with silas | for michael

                             ❝ I want to break out and get away. ❞                 As much as he appreciated and enjoyed the life he got to live, there was a jsut amount of hatred for the lifestyle. Truthfully, he didn’t want to be a dealer, due to his situation at teh time Silas felt as if he had a debt to repay along with the belief he had nothing to lose. It wasn’t a decision he jumped on, it was one he spent days contemplating. 

                                       ❝ I want to just try and live for me, yknow man? ❞

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intoxicatingxminds replied to your post: irrational hatred of gaspard ulliel who is not and...

How pathetic of you :)

I amend it, Gaspard. I don’t hate you. I’ve just seen you ... so much ... and I’m tired. :)

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She had traced him down like a hawk would its prey. Everything about him had been a tricky find in spite of the multiple records under his name. Angela had first tried to locate him by relying on what little information the department had on his residence. The surprisingly minimal information they had had led her to the bad side of town which immediately made her regret attempting to find him alone. But it was urgent and she couldn’t afford to wait for her partner anyway - what more further test Chief’s patience. Thankfully, when she had decided that her search was getting nowhere, she turned to ask one of the fearsome-looking residents about her guy’s whereabouts. Only then was she made aware of the bar he worked at.

And there she found herself in a rundown bar that seemed to be functioning perfectly fine thanks to its regular customers. It didn’t seem like the kind of place a lone woman like her should be in. Her hand instinctively felt for the military knife inside her pocket which she brought along with her in case of anything. As she did so, her eyes landed on her target and she immediately made her way over whilst pulling out her police badge. 

“Officer Swan. Remember me?” She tilted her head as she slid the badge over for him to see.

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Last of Her Kind // Tehra x Zane

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She did not lead an easy life. 

For starters, women were not meant to know how to fight, and any woman that did was burned as a witch. While it was still up in the air on whether or not she could be burned at the stake, Tehra had little interest in finding out. And on top of that fear, there were very little resources available to help her do her work. 

She’d been in London for a few months now, able to be easily lost in the crowds that lived here. No where else seemed to have this many people, which meant it was a hub for vampires - and the perfect place for a huntress to make her home. 

Tehra was seldom seen during the day, choosing instead to only be out and about in the evening hours. The more people that knew her, the larger the risk of someone who didn’t understand what they were doing trying to kill her. She was a veritable phantom, and she liked it that way. 

And so the phantom hunted again tonight, on the outskirts of the seedier part of of town. Brothels and bars abound, which meant easy pickings for vampires. Though she had not quite yet reached her destination. Instead she was walking along the riverbank, darting from shadow to isolated shadow. It was better this way - she would find her way back to the busy streets once she was closer. Until then, she couldn’t risk being spotted

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When the Dark Falls// Rynn x Michael

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The downpour was oppressive - it was impossible to see and the redhead was soaked through. Her clothes stuck to her skin - a corseted top and a pair of fitted pants that she’d worn under her gown. Her heavy cloak billowed behind her, but it was useless now. 

There would two benefits to this downpour - she was difficult to track and her tears were immediately washed away. How could they have done this to her? Arranged a marriage with a man she hadn’t even courted, and instructed her to fake courting for several months so that there wouldn’t be a scandal. 

Arranged marriages were one thing - she’d considered it a possibility for much of her life, but the man they’d chosen. Rynn shuddered even now. He made her blood run cold, the way he looked at her and the way he spoke to her. She’d had to get away. The moment they’d gone to bed Rynn had taken her horse and taken off, into the woods.

She now had very little idea of where she was but it didn’t matter, she had to run. She’d think of a plan eventually, or perhaps she’d just never return home. Rynn didn’t know yet but she knew she’d - 

A loud clap of thunder and her horse reared back, whinnying loudly. The rain-slicked reins were difficult to hold onto, and before Rynn had time to react they’d slipped out of her hands. It took only a moment and she was on the ground, the air being knocked out of her as everything went black. The last thing she saw was her horse disappearing into the downpour.