#labonheiraes

[duskwolf]

@labonheiraes SENT : "you're not a very convincing liar."

   His face was flushed with warmth that did not quite surface in colour, the hues of his cheeks a sufficient mask to the human eye, though he was sure his heart beat was more than telling to her attuned ear. She could read him so easily before, but now she had all the additional advantages that came with being a vampire, and none of the tact that came with having her humanity. He knew she used to feign ignorance or simply overlook a moment here or there, but this version of Hope, the Hope that was not his, had no inclination towards padding his feelings. All told, it wasn’t one of her worst qualities -- he took greater issue with her bottomless blood lust than with her bad attitude. 

   "But I’m not as dumb as you think I look,” he countered, taking a wide step sideways, putting himself directly in her path. Ease found its way back into his shoulders, his stance slackened but still ready. He always had to be on his guard around her now, no matter the situation. Her mood could flip in an instant, a red cloud coming over her eyes. If he could keep her like this, playful, if one could call murderous joy playful, he could keep her in check, if only for a little while. It was when she seemed pissed -- again, it was hard for him to accurately identify any of her emotions in this state -- that real trouble surfaced. 

   “Fine, okay? I admit it. Yeah, I’d do anything to get you to flip the switch back on. You said when you turned off your humanity that you’d have to leave. So? You came back. Which means you do care, whether you like it or not.”

[dhampirslays]

@labonheiraes​ sent;

                                       “ well, i guess that’s broken. ”             ( meme / accepting )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBroken was. . . an understatement. The item before them was so severely ruined that it took a good hot second to identify what it used to be before what she would assume to be a freaking ELEPHANT stepped on it; it was broken in pieces and said pieces were broken to several other, significantly smaller pieces. And yet, in view of Hope’s words, Jo turned to cast her a deadpan look, one that screamed; are you serious ? ❛ I’m going to add extremely perceptive in your list of tribrid talents. ❜

[dhampirslays]

@labonheiraes​ sent;

                                       “ oh, good, you’re here ! hold this. ”         ( meme / accepting )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤApproaching Hope, the slayer’s lips parted in order to voice that for which she had sought the tribrid out in the first place, but before she could, a wooden box was placed atop of her arms ― one that, despite its looks, was WAY HEAVIER than it appeared to be. It almost took all of her strength, a slayer’s and a dhampir’s alike to hold it still in her grasp without buckling over. Her gaze dropped down at the box with the weird carvings before it rose to meet the tribrid’s for yet again, this time with a puzzled expression. ❛  You know, I’m not a professional box holder. ❜  Grunted Jo, before casting the box another curious glance. ❛ And what the heck is THAT ? ❜

[dereliquitpactum]

@labonheiraes​

It wasn’t a hard concept for the guardian to grasp that there were other vampire forms out there, it made sense why they would keep separate from the Moroi world and the Dhampirs. In fact, Eddie wasn’t even surprised when he’d met one, a girl, she had seemed intense, but it differed from that of his own training. He’d noticed that he’d been tailed a few times, nearly impossible for the average human to detect but his training had taught him to watch for all movements around him.  ❝ We’ve got to stop meeting like this you know. ❞ Eddie spoke out to the empty area around him, eyes sharply checking his surroundings waiting for Hope to come into view.

[duskwolf]

@labonheiraes SENT : “you’re a terrible flirt you know.”

   The fresh sound of blade scraping ice, causing a dusting of snow to land at her feet, a pair of white skates in contrast to his black ones. It had always differentiated figure skating and hockey, polar opposites under one roof, which was how one might have described Jacob and the ice princess. The boys had warned her, she was standoffish, cold, and she’d proven them right. But he needed a bit of a distraction from the monotony of practice without the rigour of the regular season to break up the churn of thoughts in his mind. At first, she’d been an obvious target, coming in as he was supposed to be going out, and vice verse. She was way too cute for him to ignore for very long.

   "Aw, I’m not so bad,” he said swiftly, stick held across his front with a loose grip, like it was an extra limb. And for all the hours he’d held it ( and yes, even slept with it ) it pretty much was. “You’re talking to me, so I think that proves my point.”

[duskwolf]

@labonheiraes SENT : ( sms ) : so... last night was fun.

    [ TEXT MESSAGE → 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 ]  i cant tell if those dots are sarcastic or not     [ TEXT MESSAGE → 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 ]  i mean i thought you had fun, i definitely did

[duskwolf]

@labonheiraes SENT : She's no baker by any means and certainly can't call herself talented with gift wrapping but she's attempted. They're ( hopefully edible ) cupcakes and a gift wrapped present. Inside is a little 4x4 canvas painting of Jake's wolf silhouette against a hazy ocean view. Looks suspiciously like the cliffs of First Beach. "Happy birthday."

   Weaved in and out through his childhood were some wonderfully happy memories surrounding his birthday, and some less pleasant ones too. Coming in the wake of the holiday season, when everyone was rather tired of parties and gifts and the like, his birthday had some more demure celebrations, particularly in his teenage years, without his mother present. And then, when his sisters left, and it was just him and his dad at home ... Well, he kept his standards low. But truthfully, he loved to celebrate -- any reason for a party, really -- and his birthday with him at the centre? No objections from him. 

   With the pack around a party could always be counted on, especially when his aunt took over the organization and had a ten foot bonfire going by noon. He was bathed in the orange glow and warmth even from across the yard. 

   He wasn’t exactly sure what to expect from Hope. He’d seen their house, the furnishings, and knew that they’d inherited centuries worth of not only a legacy but a vampire family’s savings. Maybe no one in her family could predict the lottery as Alice Cullen could, but he was sure from the few things he’d heard about Klaus that the man had his own ways. But Jacob’s eyes land first on cupcakes, homemade by his guess. Which meant she’d spent time on this, on him. He couldn’t help but picture them in some frilly apron. He smiled in earnest, boyishly, and looked up to her with a brightness in his eyes, before reaching to take the wrapped gift from them. A finger tore into the paper easily, tossing it towards the tall flame to be gobbled up in an instant. When he turned the box like object over, he revealed the image, colour and lines that felt familiar, that he immediately recognized. "You did this? This is really good, Hope,” he commented, still absorbing it. He held it delicately around the edges, even though he knew the paint had long since dried. “I’ll forgive that you were spying on me if those cupcakes taste good too,” he teased before lowing her gift to his side and beckoning her into his side with a one armed hug. “Thank you, I love it.”

[duskwolf]

@labonheiraes SENT : "i never noticed your eyes were this pretty."

   Eyelids fell closed in response, charcoal and amber hues fleetingly out of sight from the blue pair that had settled their attention on him. The tips of their noses were only a few inches apart, resting where they were against their respective pillows. He had an arm tucked under his, and would until he felt his shoulder stiffen and seize, until he was forced to shift his large frame and jostle them both against the worn springs of the mattress beneath them. In that way, he was so utterly human -- unable to hold still for too long, not the way he’d seen vampires holding one position for what could be hours without so much as blinking. It had been strange, the time he’d spent around so many of them, once. And he was far happier to be surrounded by heartbeats and warmth, even if hers wasn’t quite on the same level as his.

   A satisfied but serene sort of smile found its way across his lips, or the beginning of it did before he tried to reign it in so as to not look too flattered by the simple compliment. He’d always heard that boys tended to look like their dad, and girls like their mom, but in his family things had been reversed. Every picture he had of his mother showed off the same dominant features as his -- the eyes, the cheekbones, the soft mouth. He had none of his dad’s more squared details, except perhaps in the jaw. “So much for them keen werewolf senses,” Jacob teased, looking at her again. Eyes flickered between hers. “You should really compliment me more.”