#para:stefan

[dorian-ackerman-blog]

I Started A Joke || Pride & Wrath (Flashback)

Many had started to suffer alongside the Angel and the Lust Demon, the recent events surrounding them coming to a close with the promise of precious heartache and pain. While the two had been restricted to the beds, the rest of the Cirque members were left to their own devices of coping. Dorian used his time to mask emotion among cigarette buds and alcohol, drowning away sadness without the need to come face to face with reality. This time, he took to wandering the streets with half a bottle of Jack in one hand, and yet another cigarette between his dry lips. He passed familiar faces and ignored those who claimed to know him in their own ways, otherwise minding his business and avoiding conversation to the best of his abilities. 

His avoidance came to an abrupt stop as he caught sight of someone close, he could have sworn he was seeing things, though the sight of the Wrath Demon couldn’t be pushed to the side without worry. Dorian stumbled calmly towards Stefan, more or less to check to see if he was alright in light of the situation. Dorian could only assume he was still ridden with rage. He kept a safe distance for now, foolishly believing he could install some sort of pleasantry to act as a band-aid from pain and sadness. “I’ll admit, I didn’t expect to see you out here. Is all okay?” His words came with an unusual softness, as if unaffected by emotion or anything of ill-will. 

[xmisssalvatorex-blog]

{The Talk} - Stefan & Blair

Blair had snuck back into her own house after spending the night at a friends house and not at her uncle Elijah's home. She tried to sneak upstairs to her bedroom without being noticed by her family, "Blair..." it was her father calling her from the living room area. Mumbling a curse word she turned back around and walked down to the living room, to meet her father. "Yes daddy?" she batted her eyelashes, hoping to appear as innocent as possible; not wanting to talk with her father. Stefan began speaking, but with everything on her mind she zoned off missing everything. "Blair!" her fathers sudden tone snapped her out of her thoughts, "yes?" the blonde knew that her family was starting to catch onto the fact that something was wrong.

[chainedsoldier]

There's a Joke Here | Stefan & Jason

Jason cradled the mug of coffee in his hands like it was some kind of miracle. He didn't need coffee, simply craved and cherished every sip of the caffeinated gift from heaven. Enough so that bliss reflected on his features with the first drink and he forgot about the food waited on.

Habit had him noticing the man sitting nearby. Sculpted hair, sharp features, green eyes. A glance, a dismissal, and Jason sipped the coffee, ignoring his ringing phone.

[aconitum-alpha]

Coagulation and Confusion || Derek & Ripper

Pain always seemed to make him feel human, it reminded him he could bleed and die just like anyone else, but the anger, that's what forced his claws to retract, for his hues to fade to their normal state and the animal canines to vanish. There was a pain now, in his head, right behind his temple. It ached, shooting around to the back of his head every time he opened his eyes too wide. Blood trickled like tiny rivers down warm skin, it was cooling, refreshing him in a strange sort of way.

The wolf lifted a hand to wipe it away from his eyes as his vision blurred and he tried to remember what had happened. He'd been hit in the head, not just with something blunt, that would of healed almost instantly, but with something sharp, something that went in quite deep, something that was making it hard to think without hurting like a son of a bitch.

Daggers, fingers, fists, they all smashed into him. The attack came out of nowhere, fucking Croats. He managed to keep them at bay, holding them by their throats as he felt his skin tear. Two of them, strong, fast, evil black eyed fuckers were relentless. He held them tight, claws extending, digging, piercing into flesh, puncturing windpipe, hearing them choke, but it wasn’t enough. They kept on flailing, hurting, slicing at his flesh, drawing blood. Blood and death were familiar friends, murder was a way of life, and yet every time, it didn’t get easier. It was supposed to, people said it did, but it didn’t. You just learnt different ways to bury it and keep it down, but it nothing ever stays buried forever.

"Fuck!" he groaned, glancing down to his chest, the open wounds, deep scars of war. The blood stank, not just his, but theirs, the sulfur too, it filled the air around him as he tried to push himself to stand. "Fucking Croats!"he groaned, his hand cupping his head "What the hell happened?" he couldn't understand, how they'd managed to get this close, what he'd been doing, and now, now there was another scent in the air, something else to add to the wolf's confusion, vampire.