#macabrescribbler

[lightningandlegacy]

@macabrescribbler from here

She shook her head as she clutched her bag tighter. She had a gap between classes during the first semester of college and mid-terms were around the corner. There was no way what was being said was true. She refused to believe that her parents would do such a thing. But her father was deceased and her mother was always working, so it was hard to call either of them to verify such an outlandish thing.

Carefully, Liz took a step back her heart racing in her chest. Her eyes began to burn with tears after she took a moment to study the being. The redhead shook her head again, her voice cracking as she finally began to speak.

“No, fuck you, you’re lying.”

“Can’t, actually. Doubletalk, obfuscate, mislead. But outright lie?” Richard grimaced and then shrugged, he turned into smoke for a moment, twisting through her room and re solidifying onto her bed, lazing.

“You are mine. You were given. I may do with you as I please. Right now, however. I’d like to know about my human,” he said, his voice gentle as her eyes filled with tears. He very rarely knew how to handle human tears. Sometimes he laughed.

But she’d been given to him. It implied some kind of responsibility.

“No one had given me a child in a very long time. So at the moment, I have no plans to change much about your life,” he tried to reassure.

[weirdnightsisters-blog]

@macabrescribbler liked for a starter

Dorcas slid into the seat across from Liz. The two witches were in the lunch room, Liz with some books in front of her. Dorcas set aside the tray bearing her lunch in order to lean forward at what the other girl was doing. 

“Homework? Don’t you have other things to do during lunch?”

[shieldandcrown]

@macabrescribbler from here

“Ow,” Liz muttered under her breath as she bit her lip with her new found fangs for what seemed like the tenth time that hour. She was tired, hungry, and it didn’t take long to realize that her night vision has vastly improved as she let out a soft sigh and spat out the bit of blood that started to drip. She paid no mind to the color. Nor to how fast it seemed to heal.

She didn’t remember much, merely being attacked in a bar, then the next thing was she woke up in a nicer place than most hotel rooms or apartments she knew of.

Her fingers delicately ran across the side of her neck, only feeling two small bumps that were still healing. The blonde could hear voices in the next room which piqued her curiosity as the door began to turn.

“I told you, I’m offering her a place to stay. That’s final, some idiot just turned her and left her behind a bar. Clarus. You will find them, and end them. Permanently. And I’ll help her transition into this life,” Regis said, firmly as he opened the door. “Clarus. Go.” And then he was stepping inside, dressed in a fine suit, carrying a thermus heated to just the right temperature, sealed so she wouldn’t immediately go wild for the blood contained inside.

“Hello there, miss. I know it must be disorienting waking up here, but we found you freshly turned. I...do you know what’s been done to you?” he asked, carefully taking a chair on the opposite side of the room.

[agent-a-venom]

@macabrescribbler from here

Liz was awake and gone before he even rolled over, leaving her side of the bed empty. For a second, he just sprawled out there, breathing in the scent of fresh coffee and biscuits, smiling faintly. It was nice, waking up to that. Basking in it, it took him a little while to finally roll out of bed and get himself to the bathroom. 

After a shower, he got ready for the day then came out into the kitchen where he found Liz as she poured a cup of coffee. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled into her neck with a smile. “’s that for me?” he hummed.

[ardensaltius]

@macabrescribbler from here

Liz looked up from her phone while she was arranging to meet up with the friend she was staying with while in the city. After a moment, her eyes locked on the figure that passed her and the artificial redhead gave them a once over.

“You look really nice today and have a nice ass!” She called out cheerfully.

Only after a moment did she notice what actually came from her mouth. “Shouldn’t’ve said that,” the historian muttered under her breath.

Crowe’s head turned around lazily as she strolled down the street, the compliment unexpected. Well, at least so frank, and cheerful, and from another woman.

Not that she was objecting.

She looked appraisingly at the other, smirking. “Don’t look so bad yourself. Been a while since I took home a stranger but I could definitely make an exception,” she said, and then blinked, staring at the other.“Wait-”

That is not exactly what she’d meant to say, precisely. Though it was far more honest.  A chill ran down her spine, and she approached the redhead, tension suddenly between her shoulders. “You don’t normally compliment randoms on the street quite so explicitly about their ass, do you?” 

[powerofkings]

Unfortunate Soulmates

@macabrescribbler continued from here

There were many a days that she simply didn’t pay attention to her countdown as she went about her business. Though she did notice that it would get lower whenever she would go past or towards the city of Insomnia, even if she hardly stepped foot in the city limits less she was with a family member who was researching in the archives or she was going to her editor.

That was the only clue she had about the phenomena. Though it did not encourage her to go to the city more often. No, she would continue with her life, do her classes online, and go about her business.

Until she was given a manuscript by her mother to drop off in the city after she was set to meet with her professor in person. A task she would take to heart. Drop it off with whoever in the Citadel handled these matters and go home.

She spoke with the record keeper briefly, informing them that she wasn’t handling the royal family like her other family members did. No, instead her interests laid with something more historic, events of thousands of years ago that seemed to be heavily biased when the Founder King was on the throne.

Liz reached to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and noticed that the counter was lower than it ever would be. Five seconds.

“Well I uh, hope you have a good day. My lord,” she spoke quietly and gave brief bow of her head as she turned to make her leave.

3..2..1.

Her shoulder brushed against another as she was prepared to head down the stairs. Though as she was about to apologize, her eyes fell on the counter on her wrist and she quickly tugged her sleeve down to cover it.

“Apologies, your grace,” Liz muttered, her eyes diverting down.

Noctis has taken to his best friend’s habit of wearing a wrist band over his counter. Soulmates were a tricky business, with royalty. And he well-

Especially as the subject of his marriage came up in the ongoing negotiations for peace. But it didn’t bother the prince too much. He checked on it occasionally, and it rarely ticked down.

His soulmate must be somewhere relatively far away, and thankfully they didn’t come to Insomnia often. Well, that was until today, where he noticed it down to a few minutes and the prince started to panic-

He left some of his work with Ignis in a hurry as soon as he glanced down and noticed, wishing to do his best to avoid ever meeting them, and he took the stair well. He’d hide up on the records floor, doubting any soulmate of his would be there.

Noctis took the stairs too at a time, slowing only as he neared the top of the stair wells and he was brushing against a woman who made her polite apology, he took a breath as he brushed past her, nodding in acceptance of her apology and fixing his wrist band.

Only to see the 00s.

Eyes going wide, he turned.

“Wait...wait, miss. Um,” awkwardly he tugged the band on his wrist down, showing it to her, his heart pounding and hoping he’d somehow missed running past someone else. But...but needing to know.

He nodded towards her wrist, face blank except for a slight wrinkle of worry to his brow. “Did you...by any chance...” he said, tone drawn between hope and dread.

[lightningandlegacy]

@macabrescribbler from here

It didn’t take long for her to reach for the gun she kept under the pillow. It took even less time to aim it, even if her finger remained off the trigger. A moment passed as she tried to register what was going on. Her vision adjusted to the dark and she rose a brow while lowering the weapon.

“What the fuck? Could’ve just shot you.”

Richard went completely still as the gun slid under his chin, and he held himself as loose as he could even as his heart pounded.

And really, honestly, his sweet girl holding him at gun point shouldn’t have been actually arousing. “I meant to surprise you. I brought breakfast, was going to slip in with you. Till you were ready to get up. Just, dropping in to celebrate the new book. I admittedly thought you stirred and noticed me. You made some noises,” he said, gently, sheepish smile on his face.

[shieldandcrown]

@macabrescribbler from here

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her heart racing in her chest. It was a little overwhelming looking at how the flatware was set on the table and she had even less of an idea of which glass was which. But she would offer the older man a soft smile, a blush at her cheeks.

It didn’t help that Liz felt a little exposed in that little black dress that was cut a little deeper in a plunging neckline than she typically wore with a halter neck. At least she didn’t trip and fall in the heels on the way inside.

“Thank you, for bringing me here,” she spoke shyly

“Your companionship is more than thanks enough,” Regis said gently, smiling as he looked over her. He’d been glad they’d been able to arrange a discrete, quiet, date in a nice restaurant at all, tucked away at the back.

His magic still kept most people from noticing it was him, but it was hardly foolproof. “And you look beautiful tonight. Though I’m sorry if, this is all a bit too much,” he added that softly, his brow slightly furrowed. “I just, quite wanted to give you a nice night out.”