#sort of a sequel

[madivandoren]

Regency vampire hunters and the vampire hunting >:]

[lettersofsky]

Soulless Sentence Starter #12

Kind of a sequel to this one. Ko-Fi 

Sometimes feelings aren’t all that great... ish

“Hate to say I told you so,” Cloud said, approaching the form curled up on his couch. He’d been expecting something like this to happen but not really like this, with Sephiroth curled as small as he could be on his couch with his eyes hidden from view and voice lost and sorrowful. “You want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know what I could even say,” Sephiroth answered, irritation leaking into his voice as his fists tightened in his hair. “I do not understand what these feelings are or how to explain them.”

Cloud stared at the other, pausing at the words he was saying. He had expected this as well, he’d known Sephiroth long enough to know how different the new addition of feelings and emotions would be for the other. To suddenly go from being an uncaring being to a mere human was a shock for the other, it would have been difficult even if Sephiroth had chosen this for himself instead of it being forced on him. “Let’s just talk,” he suggested, moving to sit on the other side of his couch from Sephiroth. “Try to figure some things out.”

Sephiroth lifted his face to fix him with a stare, his green, cat-like eyes pinning Cloud in place. Cloud was surprised that Sephiroth had been allowed to keep the inhuman looks of his eyes and hair when everything else that had set him apart from a human had been stripped away. The loss of his large feathered wing managed to somehow make the tall man appear smaller, not helped by the way he remained curled on the opposite side of the couch. “Do you believe that that will help?”

Cloud blinked at the other’s words, quickly dismissing the thought that Sephiroth knew the tone his voice had taken with his words. “It can’t hurt,” he responded, relaxing back against the side of the couch and stretching out across the length of it until his bare foot was just shy of brushing against the man. “I always feel at bit better after talking about things.”

Sephiroth stared at him for a moment, blinking at him slowly as he decided what he wanted to do. Cloud closed his own eyes, content to wait for the other to take the time he needed before he reached a decision. The tall man had always been thoughtful, slowly thinking through the pros and cons of a decision before he made them.

He kept his eyes closed when he felt the ouch shift under Sephiroth’s weight as the other moved, his breathing stuttering as he felt the other move to copy his position next to him. He cracked his eye open once he was sure that the other had finished moving, observing how close he was to his personal space before focusing on the way Sephiroth’s brow was furrowed as he returned his gaze.

“Is it alright if I do this?” He asked, still unaware of personal space and normal social conventions. Cloud shifted to his side until he could fix his whole gaze on the other, shifting to a position that he would be comfortable in for an extended amount of time.

“I’m fine with it,” Cloud answered with a shrug, watching the way Sephiroth’s whole frame relaxed next to him with his answer. “Other people might not be though, so be careful of that.”

Sephiroth nodded, storing the information away for later as he reached out for the familiar contact of Cloud’s small hand in his. “I understand,” he said, resting their clasped hands on the couch between them.

Cloud remained silent then, waiting for Sephiroth to arrange his thoughts until he was ready to start talking to him. He might not be able to do much for the man but he was determined to help him as much as he could with trying to adjust to life as a human.

[loveramento]

@livramentallynewcastle

clean up nice (but i still play dirty)

they haven’t really talked about it, it’s not surprising. sex is not easy to talk about because it always ends with getting handsy. serious discussions about it are off the table when tino’s got obvious tells for being turned on. lewis probably does too but that’s mortifying to acknowledge when he’s got a semi with so many people around.

he’s thought about it endlessly though. when tino puts something on and it hugs his body in a way that has lewis picturing expensive lace, straps and cut out panels. tino’s all smooth skin, lewis can imagine the waistbands with cute little jewels so clearly. he’s knocked out of his fantasy by tino moving, he stretches after he stands up and groans.

lewis has heard the same thing against his ear too many times to count. “your turn.” there’s no way lewis can stand up right now, these joggers don’t hide a thing. his eyes dart around the room in panic until he lands on dan. “nah dan can go next.” tino furrows his eyebrows at him and lewis tries not to stare too closely at his face.

[randomlittlestories]

“Hello. My name is Karkat Vantas. Today, my… Partner and I shall present to you on the issues… Dave why did you write issues here? Dave? Dave! Oh, for the love of god! Pay attention, you’re meant to be helping me! …The issues of love in William Shakespeare’s ‘Romeo and Juliet’. Many kinds of love are apparent in this work, such as friendship, infatuation, romantic – oh my god Dave, stop – and familial love.”

Your name is Karkat Vantas, and you are practicing your English presentation. It’s not going to plan.

“Dave, get down from there.” “Why?” “Because you’re not helping.” “Sure I am. This is the balcony scene, right?” “No. No its not. We are doing a report on the theme of love in ‘Romeo and Juliet’. Theme. I have no idea why you wrote issue here.” “Because it is an issue. She’s thirteen, and he’s, like, seventeen. Think of one of the grade eight girls making out with a senior.” “Ew Dave. I so did not need that image.” “See? It’s so messed up.” “But that’s not the point! The point is what our report is meant to be on! It’s due tomorrow, if you hadn’t noticed. And we barely have the structure down!” “So?” “So? You’re going to make us fail! We don’t have a powerpoint or anything!”

“Look,” Dave took the sheet from Karkat, “I’ll get it done for tomorrow, okay?” Karkat glared at Dave. “Yeah, sure you are. You haven’t been any help the past two weeks. Why should I believe you are suddenly going to do stuff?” “Uh, because it’s due tomorrow.” “Not a good reason.” “Dude, you look exhausted. Get some sleep. I’ll do it.” “But-“ “I’ll do it. All it needs is an edit.”

***

Your name is Dave Strider, and you and your partner have just delivered an A quality speech. That you wrote. Well, you wrote most [some] of it. Or at least Karkat wrote most of it.

Basically you managed to convince Rose to edit it.

And you convinced Roxy to help you with the powerpoint.

But Karkat doesn’t need to know that.

- Cataria