#perfectdespair

[pizzaforensics]

@perfectdespair​ (lizzy) asked:  ❝ I lie to everybody, what makes you so special? ❞

                         Brows arched before they were tugged down into a frown. The question stirred up nothing but mild confusion with a hint of anger. Jason knew he wasn’t anything special to anyone, least of all her, but he thought maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t pull the same damn stunts with him. “’Cause it’s me, Elizabeth!” he hissed, trying to keep his voice down. Hands raised and collide with the sides of his face before he scrubbed at his stubbly cheeks, letting out an annoyed growl. “Jesus woman...I-I thought ya wouldn’t pull yer shit with me ‘cause...us...” he muttered, hand waving back and forth between them.

[perfectanguish]

@perfectdespair​ gets a plotted starter!!

            Food had changed so much since the first time he was alive. He was finding that he enjoyed it more this time around. Cordelia was still working on getting him to try new things; sushi was his latest try and he wasn’t a fan of it. Unlike most people, Angel liked shopping and going to the farmers market that was a couple blocks from the hotel.

So today was no different as he walked past the different tents, stopping to take a look at what the venders had to offer. It was going fine, just a normal day for the once vampire...until it wasn’t. Though he was sure he didn’t have any residual senses, something was different in the air as a breeze passed over him. Turning his attention from the basket of fruit on the table, Angel looked around thinking he would find the source of disturbance.

What he saw or thought he saw caused alarm, his brows furrowing as he spotted her. It couldn’t be, it was impossible, and yet it wasn’t entirely impossible. After all, he was dead not even a year ago and now he had to breathe and function as a human. However with that bit of logic, the feeling didn’t go away as he continued to watch the blonde woman walk through the crowd. What he didn’t notice was that he was moving after her, abandoning the tote, gently he pushed his way through the crowd.

Once he was in the clear, his head whipped from side to side as he looked up and down the sidewalk. Then he spotted her again in the distances and something deep down--something familiar--was pulling at him, demanding that he followed. So he gave chase, eyes unwavering as he tried to catch up.

Here he thought it was going to be just another Tuesday evening.

[normallyxstrange]

@perfectdespair​ sent:  “I wasn’t lurking! I was standing around. It’s a whole different vibe.” [[ connor & vinnie ]]

memes || selectively accepting

     “No, same vibe,” but she said it dismissively, distractedly, trying to calm the thudding of her heart. “Godsdamn it, Connor--what the hell are you doing? Following me in the dark--does no one give a shit about privacy and space any more?” Her voice was just two decibels away from shrill.

     Leave it to him to catch her sneaking out. 

[hallowcrown]

@perfectdespair​ sent :  “don’t be a wuss.” [[ for jasper ]]

a  wuss  he  was  not  .  

eighty  years  of  SERVING  in  the  southern  army  wars  ,  killing  humans  &&  vampires  alike  on  a  nightly  basis  ,  bloodsoaked  &&  bloodied  &&  stained  with  death  .  jasper  was  not  a  wuss  .  perhaps  RESERVED  .  perhaps  quiet  .  perhaps  careful  .  but  not  a  wuss  .  not  that  it  HURT  his  pride  .  he  didn’t  have  much  left  .

his  amber  eyes  NARROWED  slightly  ,  staring  down  at  her  ,  then  spoke  carefully  .  “  i  don’t  know  how  you  got  that  impression  .  ”

[empaath-archived]

@perfectdespair​ sent :  “ i fucked up. ”

YES  .  he  could  see  that  .

red  ruby  lips  framed  by  smeared  blood  ,  hot  &&  sticky  &&  sweet  to  the  taste  ,  dripping  down  her  chin  &&  staining  her  pale  cream  blouse  .  a  VICIOUS  expression  resting  in  the  thorns  of  her  eyes  .  terrified  &&  terrifying  .  both  in  equal  measure  .  a  stomaching  curl  followed  .  a  guttural  reaction  that  was  only  way  he  could  process  what  she  had  done  .  a  decision  that  was  made  at  the  last  moment  .  something  that  couldn’t  be  seen  .  not  by  alice  .  not  by  anyone  .  waves  of  torment  &&  DISTRESS  washing  through  the  air  &&  it  made  his  entire  nerves  stand  on  edge  .  perhaps  he  would  be  the  only  one  who  would  empathize  &&  understand  .  

swallowing  hard  ,  ignoring  the  FIERY  burn  in  the  centre  of  his  throat  ,  jasper  reached  down  &&  nimble  fingers  found  her  elbows  .  pulling  her  up  to  her  feet  ,  he  stood  firm  .  “  ye’  you  did  .  ”  he  said  .  “  but  it’s  goin’  to  be  ALRIGHT  .  ”

[silencedsonatas]

@perfectdespair​ - connor sent in a meme for petra.

& (for my muse's reaction to yours tracing one of their scars) 

     She’d been half asleep, curled around him, her face burrowing into the crook of his neck, the warmth of his body luring her into a more relaxed state than she’d intended.   She hadn’t even meant to stay, not this long anyhow - he had things to do, and she had placed to be.  That was a lie, but she could pretend.   He was becoming a habit... and she didn’t like it when people became habits.  They were the only ones that ever got broken.   Her fingertips had been tapping, lightly, tapping out a melody against his chest before his hand had tangled with hers.  His thumb had traced against her palm, half moon traced back and forth, before his touch had slipped beneath the oversized sweater, its path changing when it found the bump along her forearm, sliding up to expose the edge of it.   She tensed, fingers tightening against his.    “It’s nothing --”   Her weight shifted, pulling herself upright, tugging her hand free from his, self consciously tugging down the ends of both sleeves, the frayed edges twisted together, her palms closing around them from the inside.   

[youbettermerc]

“oh, uh. i found a dead body.”

“‘Found’ and ‘made’ aren’t synonymous, baby, how many times do I have to tell you?” 

( @perfectdespair )

[murderousbitch]

ANGEL SEASON FOUR SENTENCE STARTERS

@perfectdespair​ (luke) asked: ❛ Evil doesn’t have to mean sloppy. ❜

THE CRITIQUE EARNED THE ELDER VAMPIRE A POINTED LOOK. “You know, being hit in the head with a brick still hurts an’ kinda throws someone off even when they’re dead,” Faith quipped back, arms defiantly folding across her chest as she peered up at Luke. Too often he sounded like Giles or even Wesley if Wesley had a backbone and it was getting on her nerves. But she bit her tongue, for the most part, to keep Darla pleased and not to be breathing down her back about listening to the other vampire.

“Oh and another thing?” she said taking a step towards him, head canting back to look him in the eyes. “Just ‘cause you’re older than dirt doesn’t mean you gotta have that stake lodged up your ass so far, dude.” With that, Faith moved around him, annoyed look still in place as she walked for home. She was sure there was more of the night he wanted to do, but she couldn’t be bothered.