#milleansxmort

[firejugglinghobo]

"Are you okay?" - Dustfinger meeting my sunshine-y vampire lady?? 👀

Hurt/Comfort starters

Dustfinger snatched his hand back quickly from the shelf he was vaguely perusing. The gash and puncture wounds on his arm were well wrapped, but he was still jumpy at the thought of the injury being noticed or any attention being called to himself.

Completely ridiculous, seeing as what he really needed was help in reading all of the labels on the bottles and boxes lining the shelves, then then in understanding which would help him with the increasingly worrying symptoms of infection that he had stubbornly been ignoring. What had he thought would happen when he wandered into the chemist's shop? That he would just know the right medicine when he saw it? That he would find everything labeled with helpful pictures of the ailments they were meant to cure?

"Uh, fine, I'm fine," he mumbled, pulling his coat a bit more tightly around himself.

When had it gotten so cold? He should have still been sweating in this many layers at this time of year. And he supposed he was a bit.

His head spun as he turned away from the other customer without even taking in what she looked like, and he had to stop short when the corners of his vision went fuzzy, realizing as he did that he was not exactly projecting the nonchalant and low-profile appearance he'd been hoping for.

[alyafae]

"And who are you to say such things?" Serena asked, amused and curious at the same time. The people here were different than the people back home but she found that she was rather fascinated by their cultures. / @milleansxmort &. sc

[fablealyn]

@milleansxmort ❤'d for abaddon

Abaddon scurries across the floor, low to avoid being spotted. In his hand is a collection of jewelry — some belonging to the matriarch, but most from the new guest’s room. The new shining jewels had caught his attention, and Nathan had once promised him that the hotel is his domain, which of course means that everything inside it is also his.

[inktoivory]

The young child walked down the street. Arms wrapped around himself to try and keep warm. Had he thought about what he would do when the sun went down? Of course not. All he had thought about was that he wanted to fly away from that house just like the birds did. So he had taken his small backpack and stuffed it with his most important things. Mostly toys. And then snuck out.

Now he was scared, alone and cold. Sniffling quietly to himself. Couldn't even find his way back home if he tried. And despite having left them on his own, he couldn't help but miss his parents now.

What was he supposed to do?

@milleansxmort

[helreginn]

@milleansxmort asked:

you never mentioned this before.

The close of her eyelids is almost - but not quite - enough to mask the roll of firelight eyes as she turns her head to look directly at the other woman. She doesn't mean to reach for derision, but it's in her nature to be unserious first. Sincerity, a tongue she speaks in only broken lilt.

"Hardly surprising," She says, her tone one of flat affect, "The ghosts of my blood pluck truth from my words before they ever reach undying ears.."

[wastheheart]

Deneb  —  Sender  wraps  their  coat  around  Receiver’s  shoulders,  fingers  lingering  longer  than  necessary.

@milleansxmort (thank you!)

Esme's back is turned against Celeste, but she feels the climbing warmth of another layer. Most importantly, she feels the way Celeste's fingers linger against her shoulders, almost as if they're about to trail upwards against her neck before deciding against it.

It's a welcome distraction to the telegram she received that morning. The one that brought news she never wanted.

Her factory is winding down; she has weeks left if that. When the men return home, they will be expected to take those roles on once more. The propaganda machine she helped run will be turned into a canning factory. She supposes it makes sense for a state like Ohio.

For the first time today, Esme's shoulders drop with Celeste's touch. Part of her wishes to sob, smash things and scream, but she finds herself swallowing her grief. She's already rehearsing for his return.

It is with this lingering anguish that encourages Esme to turn and face Celeste. She gently, but pointedly takes the woman's face into her hands, her brown eyes briefly holding the woman's gaze before she presses her lips against hers, allowing Celeste's back to find the opposite wall before they're both stopped with a faint thud.

She can scream, but she can also take while she still has the opportunity to do so. Take the love Celeste has to offer as if it will form a barrier against Charles' hands. Take and hold on to the feeling like a balm.

Her hands tremble as she traces Celeste's curves, their journey pausing at Celeste's waist, fingers gripping at fabric as she wrestles with guilt but desperately kisses her harder— deeper.

And when she has to breathe, Esme pulls apart only to rest her forehead against Celeste's shoulder. Her breathing comes in pants, her mouth dry. "Tell me to stop and I will."

Her voice is a whisper, her eyes unable to meet Celeste's own.

"Please, Celeste."

[alfean]

@milleansxmort liked for a starter

Farah stares-it's not polite, but she can't help it. The history books Ben had dug out had said that the type of creature she had become had been eliminated over a thousand years ago. Yet here is one standing before her that had survived.

"I thought I was the only one."

[antioceas]

🌸 - can be for Cel, if you want, or any of my muses really :)

"You smell of blood... "It was sharp and metallic, like a knife, "Why do you smell like blood? Why does it seep off of you?!" The man stumbled back, nearly tripping over a nearby tree root. His people needed to be careful around hunters and predators, but she didn't look like either. Not at first, at least.

Graham was alone in the woods, which was a terrible thing to be. One might get lost or hurt. It might be days until you found your way out - if you ever did. Perhaps your blood would soak into the ground, feed the trees and the mushrooms. Even that was luckier than some of the worse alternatives.