#scripted: abel

[strongxsurvivors]

@diiatribes / continued from here.

[ TEXT FROM ABEL: ] perhaps you are a vampire — unrealized and uninitiated. cursed to live as a human until the dark hour tolls. [ TEXT FROM ABEL: ] you believe in cryptids? my dear, those are more unrealistic than the traditional creatures found throughout the world. [ TEXT FROM ABEL: ] why would they not be true? they must be based on some sort of truth. [ TEXT FROM ABEL: ] perhaps one day i shall convince you to believe.

[strongxsurvivors]

@diiatribes​ / continued from here.

abel let the girl hold onto his arms, heart aching painfully at the state of hollis. however, her words were what felt like he’d been hit by a train, stunned into silence. he had to quell his own emotions as he pulled the other in a tight yet careful hug. how could she remember? he almost wished she didn’t — she would have been free of any burden those memories brought with them. “hollis, my love. my sweet snowfall,” he soothed, running a hand through her hair. this couldn’t be real. but, it clearly was. he carefully slipped an arm under her legs, continuing to hold her close. “I won’t ever leave you if you wish me not to. but, we must leave this place. you need air, darling,” he said gently into her ear before walking toward one of the exits. “are you hurt at all? please don’t cry, love.”

[untimelytales]

event starter for @gvlesofsong ft. eden and abel

abel had managed to catch the other before she wandered out senselessly into the storm that was ravaging the town, the fast-moving and heavy flakes able to be seen from the windows — abel didn’t even need to step out to know it was harsh and bitter out there. luckily, one of the studies in the town hall building had a coffee machine and enough snacks to last. still, he was anxious as he stared out uselessly at the snow. he couldn’t stay cooped up with someone, especially when it was one relatively small person. his hands absentmindedly clawed at the fabric of the chair he sat in. “has this town done you any favours?” he asked, trying to distract his mind. “i feel like it’s only tortured us — a hell disguised as a simple, magical place. i am only waiting for the day i am sentenced to be stoned in the town square,” he said, his mood ruining his ability to keep conversation light.

[untimelytales]

masquerade starter for @antiifragiles ft. acacia and abel

only a few times previous had he come to parties with humans – the nights in his little village that were far from the full moon and open to all residents to attend. but, those instances didn’t disperse any sort of displacement he felt. though everyone’s identity was obscured by the masks affixed to their faces, their mixing scents did give him an inkling of who they could possibly be. that was how he found his roommate, careful and gentle as he took her hand. “you may not feel up to it with me, but you deserve a dance to shine brightly. you’re stunning,” he said softly into her ear. “just one dance? i’ve never met a princess before, but i know you will be the closest i could ever get to meeting someone like that. and, when the opportunity presents itself, you can’t let it slip from your fingers.”

[untimelytales]

masquerade starter for @uuponastarr ft. blaine and abel

abel sipped at his champagne flute, watching the crowd sway to the music. “so many people so tightly together – it’s a bit overwhelming, don’t you think?” he asked the other next to him as he scrunched up his nose. by smell alone, he could tell the other was just like him. “though it is cold, perhaps they could open the large doors? the snow outside his beautiful and the air could clear up better. though, i suppose that would defeat the purpose of the masks. at least, for those of us like us,” he continued to easily chat. he wasn’t necessarily an extroverted person, but he believed a great skill of his was being agreeable and created small talk whenever necessary.

[untimelytales]

closed starter for @gvlesofsong​ // ft. abel

the bright lights, the ever-moving crowd, the overwhelming scents – it was starting to become too much for abel. while he believed he would be able to handle himself considering there was no full moon out, the ache of the silver bullet forever lodged beneath his ribs was starting to act up. there was a wave of heat that ran through his body – the burning sensation a warning of a bout he was starting to become more and more used to. he stumbled, hand covering his face as if it were a shield between him and the rest of the world. he forced himself to shrink into the shadows between two booths. “sorry, but get away from me,” he practically hissed out at the one he’d been walking with. he knew what could happen when he got like this. the pain he could handle, but if it became more that was harder to keep in check.

[strongxsurvivors]

continued from here // @diiatribes​

abel shook his head, a chuckle escaping him. while the handkerchief was one he’d kept since his mortal days, it was an easy sacrifice to make for hollis. “no worries — a handkerchief is meant to be used. plus, i know some rather reliable methods when it comes to removing stains — including blood,” he reassured. he watched her as she tended to the bleeding, fangs threatening to expose themselves. it had been some time since he last fed considering it was something he tried to put off as much as possible since rumors of him being a vampire were still quite popular among the townsfolk. still, he attempted to keep his growing urges at bay as he offered an arm for hollis to hold as he made his way to the exit. “you needn’t wash it. i can take care of it,” he insisted as they stepped outside, the fresh air helping to alleviate some of the scent that was overwhelming abel. still, he could smell the blood even now. “i’m afraid i can’t stay long, hollis. i seem to be feeling rather unwell suddenly. but, i wish to stay with you as long as i am able,” he admitted, unable to look at her for the moment.

[strongxsurvivors]

continued from here // @diiatribes

a gentle smile graced abel’s lips as he listened and admired hollis. she truly was the flower that bloomed in the bleak winter. nothing could taint her spirits nor her beauty. he was truly thankful to fate for allowing him these simple and short moments with the other, cherishing every small memory. he put his hands over hers as he looked down at her. “you most certainly can have me, though i know many would consider me a rather rotten gift,” he teased. one of his hands found hollis’ waist, the other taking her hand. “perhaps we could dance here? in the snow and in the dim light may be unorthodox, but you shine brightly enough to outshine even the sun,” he suggested softly, beginning to carefully move his feet. “if you focus on only me, we can imagine we are anywhere — you and i. we can be dancing in a grand courtyard in paris, the large halls of german castle, the ballroom or a russian palace. we shall be anywhere you wish, my darling, as long as we are together.” his words were soft and soothing, hollis the only intended to hear them.