#st4nheight

[etxrnaleclipse]

Reunited @st4nheight said: ❝ i was afraid you wouldn’t be here. ❞ ( carsten + andy )

The motel room that they had been staying in had been a safe haven for them for the last three days, as they moved from place to place in pursuit of sanctuary. Andy was not used to this life, not this much at least. He had spent a lot of time moving around the country as he searched for somewhere to settle, but this was different. Fleeing from the authorities, from enemies, it was entirely new for him and he was still not quite used to it. But he was doing whatever he could to support Carsten, and that meant doing as he was told.

He had stayed in the room as instructed tonight, waiting for his partner to return after whatever business he had to deal with, not opening the door for anyone. But after waiting for two hours, he was beginning to get hungry, and that was something that he had not prepared for. He had taken every precaution he could as he moved out of their motel room towards the vending machine a few doors down, keeping his wits about him while he moved to purchase a chocolate bar and soda, and so far, everything had been ok.

Until it hadn't.

That was how he had wound up stood there when Carsten entered the motel room, staring at his partner with a look of fear in his eyes at the sound of the words. He wondered if someone had contacted the other man to make him fear his absence, but part of him thought that perhaps this was worse. He thought about warning Carsten, thought about telling him to run, but the gun that was pressing into the back of his head from behind the wall made him freeze.

"I... Carsten, I'm sorry." That was all he could manage to get out before the stranger behind him stepped out, revealing himself to Carsten, cool metal of the barrel now shoved into the side of his neck.

[hacksawcd]

It took four days. Four damn days. 88 hours. Lawrence knew he was as likely to be too late as he wasn't. The first two days, Lawrence had spent almost entirely unconscious. Useless. Then he'd stabilized enough to be lucid for sporadic stretches which were spent trying every angle he thought viable to get himself back here. He had every intention of making good on his promise and if that meant compromising himself, bending and stretching and twisting into something unrecognizable, to do so? Then so be it.

The heavy metal door of the bathroom groaned as he slid it open. It wasn't easy. His strength had not fully returned and his mobility was limited by the crutch he had to lean heavily into and the awkwardness of his hold on a duffle bag. But he managed. Lawrence flicked on the lights, the buzz of the florescent bulbs sounding far too loud, the smell of Zep's decaying body was suffocating. He felt the way his chest seized, heartrate spiking, muscles tightening defensively just from being back in the god forsaken bathroom. There wasn't time for any of that.

Lawrence pointedly kept his eyes locked onto Adam, ignoring everything else about the wretched place so he can focus. Easing down onto the floor beside the younger man was an uncoordinated process. The duffle bag was dropped to the floor unceremoniously, the crutch propped against the bathtub. His leg was far from healed. That'd come with months, maybe a year. The burn was still raw, but well enough bandaged that Lawrence wasn't thinking about it at the moment.

"Adam," He doesn't miss a beat, doesn't wait for an answer before fingers pressed into pulse points, exhausted blue eyes tracking indicators of responsiveness. Not too late, but far too close to that mark.

— starter for @st4nheight .

[litmoons-a]

“   i   thought   we   had   fun   the   other   night,   don’t   tell   me   you’re   having   regrets.   ”

[l4stlightleft]

𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫, søren's birthday ( @st4nheight ).         maybe   it   was...   silly   of   her   to   mark   the   days   off   in   her   diary   —   not   a   journal,   but   a   diary   that   she   used   to   (as   accurately   as   possible)   keep   track   of   days,   ages,   milestones   and   important   events.       søren   had   mentioned   that   his   birthday   was   the   third   of   march,   and   violet   had   immediately   decided   that   she   would   make   the   day   special   for   him.            at   the   time,   she   didn't   know   how   exactly.           first   she'd   decided   to   weave   him   a   basket   to   carry   when   he   gathered   herbs,   and   a   week   later   violet's   mind   worked   overtime   one   night,   tinkering   away   to   make   an   attachment   that   soren   could   clamp   to   the   side   of   a   piece   of   furniture,   a   metal   arm   stood   vertical,   and   then   a   second   arm   connect   horizontally   like   an   ‘L’   shape,   and   lastly   a   fabric   sling   was   hooked   in.       it   was   to   keep   søren's   leg   elevated   to   help   reduce   swelling.        and   then,   because   her   sister   also   wanted   to   gift   something,   sunny   put   charcoal   to   a   piece   of   home-made,   recycled   paper,   and   painstakingly   copied   out   tillykke   med   fødselsdagen,   mr.   søren!                   when,   earlier   in   the   day,   sunny   rushed   over   to   søren's   rv   and   signed   for   him   to   come   with   her,   he'd   walked   in   to   a   little   birthday   dinner   in   the   somewhat   cramped   living   space   of   the   baudelaire's   mobile   home.           sunny   insisted   on   putting   a   party   hat   on   him,   and   showed   søren   how   to   sign   happy   birthday,   violet   had   decided   a   few   days   ago   that   she   wanted   to   give   him   the   leg   sling   in   private,   but   the   woven   basket   and   letter   from   sunny   was   gifted   over   their   meal,   and   sunny   happy-jumped   to   squeeze   him   a   the   tightest   hug   her   little   arms   could   manage.   —   sunny   baudelaire   had   been   søren's   biggest   fan   since   he'd   nursed   her   to   health   that   first   night.   it   had   been   a   great   evening,   almost   normal.

𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫…   𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭   𝐡𝐚𝐝   𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧   𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐢𝐧   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭   the   whole   day,   and   in   fact   all   throughout   the   night   before.   because   that's   when   she'd   promised   herself   that   she'd   go   through   with   it.   after   he   left   violet   wrapped   a   blanket   around   the   small   armful   that   was   his   secondary   present,   and   set   sunny   up.   violet   told   her   sister   that   she   was   going   to   visit   søren   to   give   him   something   she'd   invented,   and   was   going   to   help   set   it   up   for   him.           sunny   was   independent,   enough   that   violet   felt   no   fear   about   leaving   her   there   for   a   little   while.           and   as   she   walked   the   short   path   to   søren's   rv,   her   heart   when   from   a   constant   flutter   to   pure   thunderous.   nervousness   was   swallowing   her   whole   —   she   was   rattled   in   a   way   she   had   never   been...   violet   was   always   the   expert;   but   in   this   realm,   she   was   not.        she   wasn't   even   a   novice,   but   an   eager   hunger   had   been   blossoming   in   her   stomach   for   weeks   now,   and   she   couldn't   ignore   it   anymore.           violet   ran   her   tongue   over   her   lips,   finding   her   mouth   a   little   dry   as   she   tucked   the   wrapped   bundle   under   her   arm,   stepped   up,   and   raised   her   hand   to   knock.        "hi,   again   —   i   have   something   i   want   to   give   you,"   she   could   actually   feel   her   own   nerves,   tingling   through   her   synapses,   making   her   feel   like   she'd   swallowed   bottled   lightning,   her   toes   wriggled   her   feet   in   her   boots.   søren   knew   her   well   enough,   surely,   to   notice   that   she   wasn't   her   usual   self.   having   her   arms   full   maybe   gave   her   an   excuse   to   not   embrace   him   as   she   usually   would,   but   part   of   her   was   half   worried   she'd   let   her   nerves   take   over,   that   if   she   touched   him   or   looked   at   him,   now   that   the   door   closed   behind   them   and   they   were   alone...   and   violet   didn't   want   to   run   from   this,   she   knew   what   she   wanted   —   that's   why   she   was   here.

"𝐢   𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝   𝐭𝐨   𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞   𝐢𝐭   𝐭𝐨   𝐲𝐨𝐮   𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞,       i   mean   —   well,   i   made   it   for   you.   i   thought   it   might   help,   with   your   leg."   she   set   the   small   bundle   down   with   a   small   metallic   clank,   noticing   her   hands   were   still   trembling   a   little,   her   palms   a   little   sweaty.   violet   felt   her   stomach   sort   of   flip(?)   as   she   followed   the   deep   urge   to   be   near   him,   she   —   somewhat   impulsively,   maybe   a   little   unexpectedly   —   approached   søren,   pushed   herself   up   on   the   tips   of   her   toes   to   wrap   her   arms   around   his   neck,   breath   catching   a   little   as   his   scent   enveloped   her   senses   and   heat   rushed   through   her;   chest   flushed   beneath   her   shirt   and   certainly   staining   her   cheeks.    perhaps   she   was   hypersensitive   to   him right now;   noticing   how   his   chest   pressed   against   hers, she   could   feel   the   muscles   of   his   pectorals,   the   rise   and   fall   of   his   breathing,   the   slight   scratch   of   his   facial   hair   against   her   cheek   and   the   broadness   of   his   arms   hugging   her   in   return.    she   shivered   ever   so,   a   curious   thrilling   wave   of   nervousness   washing   over   her   as   she   was   reminded   of   the   discrepancy   in,   not   only   their   age,   but   their   physical size.    "happy   birthday,   again."

[thegoodestwitch]

(       🫧       )       ⸻  kier  kisses  aurora  to  say  goodbye. / @st4nheight

the  kiss  was  unlike  the  ones  they  had  shared  through  the  night;  this  one  was  fleeting  and  solemn  ⸻  it  was  sad.  aurora's  hands  made  fists,  balling  the  fabric  of  his  tunic  up  in  them,  a  desperate  but  futile  attempt  to  keep  him  here.  the  fae  didn't  know  where  he  was  going,  what  he  was  going  to  do  or  who  he  was  going  to  go  see.  she  only  knew  that  her  heart  would  ache  until  he  returned.

“  you'll  come  back?  ”  she  murmured  softly,  barely  pulling  away  from  the  kiss  enough  to  utter  the  words.  “  promise  me  you'll  be  back.  ”

[pinkliqht-a]

closed starter : noah castillo & @st4nheight.

" you're choosing them? " she faltered, taking a step back. " over me? "

[lullabyhrt]

closed for @st4nheight

froggy's  hunched  over  the  tiny  ,  porcelain  sink  ,  splashing  cold  water  on  a  split  lip  that's  already  starting  to  throb  a  deep  ,  angry  maroon  .  he  gazes  at  his  reflection  in  the  cracked  mirror  of  the  medicine  cabinet  -  if  you  could  even  call  it  that  ,  housing  only  a  single  bandaid  and  empty  bottle  of  child  dose  acetaminophen  .  he  looks  dusty  ,  bloodied,  and  like  he’d  gone  ten  rounds  with  a  wood  chipper  .  he  lets  out  a  sharp  ,  pained  hiss  .  hearing  the  floorboards  groaning  under  the  weight  of  his  eldest  brother  behind  him  ,  froggy  doesn't  turn  around  and  instead  grabs  a  dirty  hand  towel  to  dab  at  his  face  .  ❝  save  the  lecture  , ❞  he  snaps  ,  voice  rough  and  defensive  from  the  jump  .  ❝  he  had  it  comin'  .  and  don't  you  dare  say  you  would've  handled  it  better  .  .  actually  ,  you  oughta  be  takin'  some  notes  .  i  know  it’s  been  a  minute  since  you  been  in  the  thick  of  it  ,  and  i’d  hate  for  you  to  forget  what  a  real  fight's  like  in  your  old  age  .  ❞

[graveracer]

closed starter for @st4nheight.

seeing how hard full moons were on jasper was always going to hurt miles, that was why he had made a promise to himself to always be there for them for the aftermath. his plans were made around them and if he happened to be touring during a full moon he'd fly home for a few days, because he conveniently never had tour stops during them. he stood in the forest, desperate to pick up his all too familiar scent. it didn't take him long, as it had become part of a routine now. he rushed to their side as fast as he could, he knew very well that seeing them like that was always going to hurt. miles hated that there wasn't more he could do for them during full moons, so instead he made sure to always be there after. " hey baby, " he greeted, wrapping them up in the blanket he brought before gently picking them up. " i'm right here. " he wasn't expecting much of a response, but he wasn't going to let that stop him from talking to him. he started running then, fortunately still with a lot of pent up energy from the night before. once they arrived at home he opened the door, a task made easy by both his vampire strength and the fact that his boyfriend just wasn't very heavy. it was unheard of, a vampire taking care of a werewolf the way miles did, but he didn't want it any other way. it didn't stop jasper from being the love of his life, he didn't think anything could. " let's get you cleaned up, you're covered in mud. "