#sinnbleds

[pxrolee]

@sinndbleds asked: "Oh, don't be like that." Unprompted

Fabian narrowed his eyes, shoving his hands into his pockets as embers teetered off the end of his cigarette.

"Be like what? I'm just havin' a smoke, man."

[leftdaggered]

@sinndbleds said: "This   is   getting   dangerous   now." From Blaise, from tension one liners | tension liner prompts (accepting)

A hum that could have been mistaken for a laugh escaped parted lips, as delicate fingers pressed firmly into her hips. Oceanic eyes glistening in amusement at the remark. "If you're trying to scare me, I'm afraid you're going to have to do much better than that." A momentary pause, as lips pressed together.

"Besides, if you knew anything about me and my family, then you'd know how dangerous we can truly be."

[devilsxminioned]

“ i don’t actually enjoy killing. it’s messy. the blood gets everywhere. it’s just necessary sometimes. ” From Blaise, from blood prompts

@sinndbleds // blood related prompts

A cramped room,a tape recorder between them,the air barely moves.The room is barely larger than a walk‑in closet—low ceiling, one flickering lamp, the walls stained with old nicotine, Daniel's motel is barely two rooms and yes, he needed a room for his interviews specifically, he wasn't going to chase stories in a makeshift bedroom. Daniel sits on a rickety chair, knees almost brushing Blaise’s. There’s nowhere to look but at each other, nowhere to run,nowhere to hide.

"I don’t actually enjoy killing.It’s messy. The blood gets everywhere. It’s just… necessary sometimes." the vampire stated and Daniel could swear he saw his eyes flicking to the recorder as though it might judge him.The silence that follows is thick enough to chew. Daniel leans back—not out of comfort, but to study him better. His pen hovers above the notebook, but he doesn’t write yet,he watched Blaise the way a man watches a lit fuse.

Daniel exhaled slowly the kind of breath that tries to steady itself and fails. "Necessary..." he repeated tasting the word. "That’s what they all say."His tone isn’t mocking—just tired, edged with the cynicism of someone who’s heard too many monsters justify themselves but Blaise doesn’t bristle. He only looks… wounded. Daniel notices that, and something in him softens.He leaned forward again, elbows on his knees, closing the distance until their faces are only a foot apart. The lamp casts Blaise’s eyes in amber shadows. "You don’t strike me as someone who kills easily...Or someone who sleeps well after."Daniel watches him for a long moment, then lowers his voice. "Tell me how you choose them-"Not accusatory. Not hostile.Just… curious. Hungry for truth.The room feels even smaller now, the air warmer, the tension a living thing between them.

[devilsloveeachother]

“Mind if I sit next to you?” From Blaise, unprompted

The camera lens shuttered as Louis captured a picture of the lake in front of him. The only distinct lighting behind those of the street lamps and the moonlight bouncing on the surface of the water. He was sat there on a bench, capturing the night life with his camera, though many of the pictures would not develop properly due to the low light. He'd tilt his head back, lowering the camera down just to get a look at Blaise. "Seats open." Louis would nod, place the cap back on the lens and adjust the way he was sitting, allowing for the male in front of him to take the spot.

[monstyrigone]

@sinndbleds came into the club !!

“You look like you could use a drinking buddy.”

"am i that obvious?" the ginger half chuckles as he raises up from the partial slouch he's taken in the stool seat that is way too small for his stature there at the bar counter in the black lotus, the bottle of walker pushed to his left while the other man sets to his right and the half empty, neat glass pinched between fingers to be tipped forward.

it had been a slower night, middle of the week sort of deal with the usual live music forgone for a dj that left an hour prior. it's almost closing time, and one of the tenders has taken over, playing songs that encourage people to leave, yet here the hulk of a creature-man remains, hunched over the bartop and now looking up to the other he hasn't seen here before.

"not much longer until close," pentele drawls a bit, but motions for the black-haired woman behind the bar to get blaise something to drink anyway, on him. "sure you wanna just get started now?"

[mcndieu]

“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…” From Blaise, from first time meeting prompts

❛ Then why start now? ❜ Hissed Lestat, crossing his legs in annoyance.

❛ Understandably, and without question, I am the most magnificent being one could lay eyes on. Of course you would wish to speak with me. So speak, and make it count, before I get bored. ❜

[wyldewoman]

“You’re so pretty!” From Siobhan, unprompted

                               ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ  &  ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ

                                                _ 𖤐 _

lilith's  smile  is  genuine.  lips  bloom  like  a  midnight  flower  as  she  cants  her  head  to   one   side,  regarding  siobhan  with   curiosity.  there   is  something  radiant,  she  finds,  about  those  who  are  willing  and  wanting  to  speak  their minds.  she  accepts   the   compliment,  letting  it  wrap  around  her  like  a  feathered  boa  and  hums.  a  small,   beckoning  motion  is  given  as  the  daemoness  offers  the  other  an  opportunity  to  come  closer.  ❛  come  forth;  let  me  see  you  properly.  surely  you  want  to  tell  me  your  name  so  i  might  thank  you  for  your  kindness?  ❜

[couriercat]

Rubs head. From Siobhan

he leans into the touch, bumping its head against her hand as he does his best imitation of a cat's purr. anyone who gives him pets is an instant friend in his book. in the spirit's mind, everyone should give him pets and attention.