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❝ klaus , i say this with love . i want a waffle . a real one this time , not an eggo. ❞
@kindeditor.
❛ your father would have berated you for such a big tattoo, you know ------ but don’t worry, i won’t. i quite like it. ❜ it’s always been her job to do what reginald said, but it was never her job to be like him. ❛ i think it looks very brave. ❜
@kindeditor - klaus !
kit lifted her head, and turned to fully face the baudelaires for the first time since they had entered the car. she had a kind face, but there were lines of worry across her brow, and it looked like she hadn't slept properly for quite some time. her hair was long and messy, and she had two pencils stuck into it at odd angles. she was wearing a very elegant black coat, buttoned up all the way to her chin, but tucked into the lapel was a flower that had seen better days, a phrase which here means ' had lost most of its petals and wilted considerably. ' If the baudelaires had been asked to guess kit's condition, they would have said she looked like a woman who had been through much hardship, and the baudelaires wondered if their own hardships were equally clear in their faces and clothes. " I'm distraught, " kit said, using a word which here means " sad and upset. " she opened the door of the taxi and sighed once more. " that's my condition. I'm distraught, and I'm pregnant. " // x
‘stop pretending life doesn’t terrify you.’ - from olaf
SOFT ANGST STARTERS.
“Oh, it does.” His tone was snippy, like a baby corn snake ready to bite. Harmless, but still ON EDGE. Being around Olaf always left him ON EDGE, for he was a dangerous man to associate with. But, so was Ernest. Judging by the turn in conversation, Olaf was ON EDGE, too.
They fueled each other’s metaphorical flame. Maybe that’s why people defect. Everyone VFD captures initiates kidnaps has a spark, but sometimes a spark grows destructive, to themselves and others. NO one on their side of the schism was safe. NO one was safe.
E. glanced at the count, keeping his expression blank. “I just don’t let it show.”
@kindeditor -- ;
each time i hear about god, i care for it less and less. must they all be so preoccupied, so haunted by the thought of him? by his possible existence? should it haunt me? had they, all of them – especially louis, dear louis with his tortuous right and wrong – not made me so fed up with his notion, it could be an amusing thought to entertain. but i answer to no one. i know i never have. even in my moments of deepest fear i’ve known, i’ve always known, there will be no simple end to me. no end at all. even those amongst us, the very few who could be stronger, wiser, have yet to inspire fear within me. fascination is all they’ve inspired. at times exquisite, at times morbid. this particular one maybe both (he is as beautiful as he is raging, and i am oh so bemused!).
he looks at me with such intensity, such pure anger, i can return to him nothing but an expression of my delight in it. a returned interest in my stare, a defiance in my subtle smile. why am i so intent on provoking him i do not know. all i know is that i am, and that as the damned creature i am, i shall do as i please. ‘why should i, should any of us have any need for his help?’
‘should he exist, why would we answer to us? aren’t we the creatures of the wicked and not the divine? you’d be wiser calling for me, not for him. our kind, one another is all we have’
“For fuck’s sake--will you stop waxing bloody poetic for one fucking second and speak English?”
Maybe that was a bit of unchecked irritation, but being as old as he was, it felt warranted. There was a youth about the vampire, old for their kind but still far younger than he. And of a different species, to boot. He’d heard of this Lestat fellow from the Parisian vampires he’d once encountered seeming eons ago, and again in this more modern era with a band--one he wasn’t sure if it was still active or not. While others in the vampiric community had been irate with how he’d been a vampire masquerading as a human pretending to be a vampire, and how he couldn’t give a shit. No one in this day and age believed it, anyhow. Not unless some savage display of prowess was given, braggart and offending to mortal sensibilities that rejected the very notion. And this encounter brokered something quite close to toeing over that line.
“Frankly, I rarely give a shit in these matters, but just because our kind has dissolved into the realm of fiction doesn’t mean hunters still exist. Blood thirsty little bastards who’d gladly bag a kill as prestigious as you, or some shit.”
Was this the moment he revealed himself, or no? Mm, no. There was no real need yet. Hell, plenty of their own kind even thought he was a fabrication, so why drop down that particular bit of information he gladly kept to himself.
“And if those bastards catch word of you being so flagrant, well--you can kiss your freedom on the ass good-bye. Let alone your life, for that matter.”
✦ & ✧ !
WHY AREN’T WE ROLEPLAYING ? ( ACCEPTING. )
✦ — I’m shy and/or horrible at approaching people!
✧ — I would like you to send me an IM so we can talk!
oh shy / horrible at approaching , that is .. a mood! & catch me hopping into ur ims v soon! :eyes:
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‘how are you holding up?’ since finding him in the MOTEL room and narrowly getting away, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of concern after seeing his bloodied face. maybe it was just for diego’s sake or maybe it was just her nature but either way the detective’s eyes softened as she watched him. he’d CLEANED up well enough, all things considered. ‘i can call your brother to come pick you up if you need a ride.’
@kindeditor / for klaus
❝ I’m not one to be judgemental, but you, sir, are an extremely disturbed man. ❞ klaus to luther
“I...me?!” Luther retorts, brow furrowing as he glances back toward his brother. Sapphire hues widen as he attempts to wrap his brain around Klaus’ statement; but just can’t seem to comprehend it. “Says the one who’s sober so few times a year it’s a wonder you don’t bleed chemicals.” He scoffs, giving a shake of his head.
