#silntfangs

[newfngs]

The Lost Boys.

@silntfangs ; i have to talk to you. can i come up?

Michael had been on the balcony that night, old, splintered wood creaking beneath his feet as he swept off various bits of debris. His family had long since left back to their temporary home and Michael was left entirely alone. He preferred it that way ever since their plan had backfired horribly. Michael was still a vampire, even more than he previously was. He could feel it, those last bits of humanity he so desperately clung to were fading away. It was only after the dust had settled did they theorize the 'no kill' rule meant no killing at all. Even other vampires were off the list. Some 'no killing your sire' fail safe or some other screwed up piece of vampire lore the 'Vampires Everywhere' book didn't think was necessary to mention. Not that it helped him anymore. Half-vampires could be cured. Full vampires were stuck as they are, ugly teeth and all. Thoughts like that put a bad taste in his mouth. Michael had tried to keep himself busy, fixing up broken walls and scrubbing the bathroom and kitchen still his hands were raw, in order to prevent himself from focusing too hard on that idea. Unfortunately sweeping didn't exactly require any higher brain function or much effort, so it gave his mind all the time in the world to wander. He thought about being a vampire, of course. What it meant now. He didn't feel like an animal. Didn't feel like a monster. Not at the moment, of course. Michael knew what hunger felt like. He knew what sort of shit he could do if he didn't keep himself in check. He knew what pain he'd be fearing for every day of his life- unlife? His death? " I have to talk to you. Can I come up ? "

The voice startled Michael, enough to pull him right from his thoughts and nearly drop the broom he was holding. He tensed, his grip around the wooden handle tightening - he didn't need to look over the railing to know who was calling up to him. Michael's jaws clenched, teeth locked together. He almost felt like a dog, bristling at an intruder. That voice shouldn't be here. Not after what happened to his house. Not after what happened to his family. To him. His hands shifted on the broom. It wasn't a stake. But he could fix that.

" No, " Michael's voice was tense, uncertain. Whatever Dwayne had to say to him, he wasn't sure he wanted to hear it. Michael finally peered down over the railing, his eyes narrowing at the figure below.

" You shouldn't be here, Dwayne, " There was a touch of malice in the way he said his name. Heated and angry.

[ofcerberus]

@silntfangs, cont'd.

"mm... no, not tired," is what she tells him, naturally, but the sleep in her voice says otherwise. a purr ticks low in her throat as his fingers comb into her hair and scratch her scalp. it feels good, makes her content and prompts her to nose against his throat, lips skimming over his jugular while she inhales the scent of him; leather, sea breeze, traces of motor oil and copper, and the rest of it that makes it dwayne.

when his earring catches in the way, she huffs softly and chuckles as she nudges the dangle in a different direction. she sinks back against him. the weight of her density is hardly a concern against his vampiric strength. "just wanted to say hi to you. hello."

[carnivorare]

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

'reasons to cup a face' prompts

"i--- didn't want 'em to touch you." her breathing is quick and shallow and her hands are trembling. her blood feels like it's on fire with the excess of adrenaline surging through her veins. moby can't remember the last time she entered a frenzy like this. she cradles the hunter's severed head in her hands. he's missing a huge chunk out of his cheek and the rest of his body lays surrounded by the rest of his men who are all as dead as he is. if any of them were innocent men, good men, or if they had waiting families and children didn't matter to her right now.

moby tries to take one deep breath as she looks dwayne in the eyes, focusing on the strength in his grip and how good it felt versus the euphoria of a wildly successful hunt. "i didn't want them to touch any of you."

[carnivorare]

@silntfangs sent: “ Currently considering becoming a bother and a nuisance, maybe even a menace or a rascal. ”

"bold of you to assume you're not already any of those things. or all of the above for that matter." she grins wide, showing her teeth. "but ESPECIALLY a rascal."

[carnivorare]

@silntfangs sent: “ If you’re short, simply get taller. ”

"yeah? just like that?" moby takes one step toward him, then another-- her gait is changing. she stands up straighter, taller than before as if she were correcting her posture for the first time. moby cages him in against the wall, both hands propped and splayed open on either side of his head. she leans close --down-- with a little smile playing on her lips, coy and PROUD. "just like this?" moby can't hold it in for long and erupts into a laugh, leaning further down to press her face into the crook of his neck to stifle the absurd giggling against his skin. as she laughs, her shoulders shake and she shrinks slowly back to her natural size. as her height dwindles back down, her head drags down until her face is against his chest. "ugh. i HAD to."

[carnivorare]

@silntfangs sent: Dwayne took a seat next to her, body warm for he just fed. And, for the first time in a while, he showed just how tired he was. He and Star just put Laddie to bed, and he had made sure she and the rest of the of the boys settled in for the night day. His body slumped, head falling to rest on Moby’s shoulder, “You should get some sleep.”

moby hums as he slumps against her, an arm immediately wrapping around him. she shifts slightly, that way he can tuck himself against her side and keep his head nestled comfortably on her shoulder. she cards her other hand through his hair and strokes his cheek with the back of her fingers. "oh, sweet bat, no," she coos under her breath, barely a whisper. she was tired, but not as much as dwayne. she could deal. "i'll take tonight. you sleep, you need it. i got you and the others. you can sleep right here."

[newfngs]

🕯️inner thoughts

@silntfangs ;🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

" Fuck. This guy wants to kill me. "

" This guy's... kind of cool. Really cool, actually. God, I must look stupid. Am I staring? Fuck, I am. "

" He looks nice when he smiles. "

Michael was sure Dwayne wanted to kill him the first time he saw him, Dwayne pulling out right in front of him with a look that could kill. It intimidated him, if he was going to be honest, but he put on a brave face and still tried to drive away with Star. If she picked to go with him, it's not like they could get mad, right? She was the one picking where she wanted to go and he wasn't going to let anyone try to change that. Besides Star, of course. He did think Dwayne was going to try and kick his ass, though.

Michael thinks Dwayne is really... cool. Nice, too, when he got to know him. It surprised him, he figured Dwayne hated him and might always hate him, but he saw how he laughed on their bike ride, how excited he got after he drank the wine, saw him on his skateboard and he just... really wanted to be Dwayne's friend, too.

[amberferris-a]

@silntfangs: ( 𝚋𝚎𝚍 ) - 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢 .

the first stirrings of the coming dawn pulled at the young vampire. eyelids heavy as she fought off sleep. by her estimations, there was less than a half hour before the light would break over the horizon. and though amber was safely cocooned within the blankets of their bed, she rebelled against the pull of slumber.

how could she, when half of her family was still out of the protection of their home. anna had been the first of them to drift off to bed, while star and herself had stayed up later before retreating to their respective sanctuaries. it was only the boys still unaccounted for. the girls having kicked them out so that they could have the night together.

sounds of laughter and hushed whispers echoing in the cave caused the worry in her chest to release. they were home. separating footfalls indicated that the boys were each splitting up to bed down for the day. everyone was home. safe within the walls of the cave.

soft rustling of the curtain that hid their small room came from behind her. mattress dipped and cover raised as she felt another body crawl into bed behind her. shifting backwards, her body moulded to his own. the last of the tension leaving her as strong arms pulled her in. taking the hand resting over her hip, amber pulled it up to cradle against her chest, head tilting to place a kiss to his knuckles. ❝  cutting it kind of close tonight. everything go okay?  ❞