#stake2heart

[malka-lisitsa]

❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞

"Why? Because I'm strong willed, witty, and a little mean? Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black right now?"

"I'm doing you a favour, I feel like if you want me to continue doing you a favour maybe cool it on the finger pointing captain judgey, I have a hundred other places I'd rather be right now too."

[godbrks]

✷ 𝄃 𝄃 𝄂 𝄂 𝄃 @stake2heart -> ⁽ 𝓑UFFY ₎ .ᐟ ཋ -> 🐺 ˚₊‧ -> ⁽ 𝘁𝘅𝘁. ⁾ can i crash at your place ?

⁽ 𝘁𝘅𝘁: 8:48ᴾᴹ ⁾ : well obviously ?? ⁽ 𝘁𝘅𝘁: 8:49ᴾᴹ ⁾ : tho if ur on the run i do request a heads up... ⁽ 𝘁𝘅𝘁: 8:49ᴾᴹ ⁾ : ( — not a dealbreaker btw )

[runhyde]

-- Incoming ... ❝ try anything and you’ll lose limbs. ❞ @stake2heart From, Currently accepting.

A SPLIT SECOND OF INDECISION, he grapples with his options. given the recently uncontrollable nature of his Hyde, there's no guarantee he could win any kind of fight in his condition. even with her.

small in stature, but Tyler knows better by now than to underestimate who or what is capable of packing a punch. (ENTER MEMORY : THE TASTE OF BLOOD, SKIN RIPPING & TEETH CLASHING -- AND THE FLASH OF COTTON CANDY HAIR) he won't be caught off guard like that again.

❝ No need for any kind of dismemberment, ❞ hands up as he steps forward into the light, mask firmly in place. WEARING THE FACE OF A SMALL TOWN BOY, only shadows remain of the monster that lurks beneath.

blink and you'll miss it, they always do. ❝ I didn't mean to scare you- ❞ not this time anyway — he'd actually been hoping to make it out of the tree line undetected, except she has a keen eye. ❝ But there's a reason people tend to steer clear of these woods, you know? ❞ NOT SO SUBTLE WARNING, but Tyler's careful not to frame it as a threat. familiar inflection of concern, will she buy it?

[gospul]

| | | ⁺‧˚ 𓂃 ཐ @stake2heart ⁽ BUFFY ₎ ཋ -> 🦇 ˚₊‧ 𝓠. " I'M GONNA NEED YOU TO SHOW SOME RESPECT. "

it's   as   if   VENOM   runs   through   her   veins,   permeating   towards   the   cold,   dead   cavity   of   her   ribs   –   &   then   further   still,   every   centimeter   of   cecily's   being   alight   with   a   hatred   like   liquid   BRIMSTONE.   she   makes   no   mistake   of   underestimating   buffy;   knowing   very   well   the   woman's   capabilities,   having   witnessed   them,   having   sent   off   the   corpses   of   her   kin   thanks   to   the   slayer.   all   the   same,   it   never   ceases   to   RATTLE   her   –   knowing   one   human   could   make   her   empire   tremble   so.   (   not   any   mere   human,   you   remind   yourself   –   yet   this   does   little   to   quench   your   rising   sense   of   injustice.   stake   in   buffy's   hand   could   put   an   end   to   your   EIGHT HUNDRED   year   reign;   such   power   as   one   person   should   never   hold.   )   vampire's   sharp - edged   sneer   contorts her   features,   lips   curling   like   a   displeased   feline   as   eyes   flash   dangerously.   ❛ ❛   for   YOU ?   not   likely.   ❜ ❜   she   tightens   her   grip   on   the   wrist   with   which   buffy   brandishes   her   weapon,     close   proximity   allowing   cecily   to   bite   out words of pure malice under her breath ;   ❛ ❛  — you're   a   fucking   PLAGUE.   ❜ ❜

[tueurloup]

@stake2heart liked !

curls of sun's rays bounce with each clinking step of the vampire's steel - heeled feet in a calm swagger across the shadowy parking garage, echoing loudly off of concrete walls. gait is perhaps too calm for one being hunted. he can sense them, smell them -- whoever it is, fool that they are -- looking on from a darkened corner . . . a car . . . somewhere.

outside of a shiny, new, emerald green car is where his footsteps stop, listening. ❝ are you so clever ? ❞ lestat calls out to his pursuer, turns to scan sea of vehicles through quick & calculating hues. ❝ come, now, you've followed me all the way here . . . are we too shy to ask for an autograph ? ❞ 

[gospul]

| | | 𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐ @stake2heart, ⁽ buffy ₎ ཐ -> 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒍. 𝓠. [ 2. ] NOCTURNE ( THE ABOVE ) ...

strangely   enough,   cecily   finds   herself   having   expected   that   buffy   would   be   down there   amidst   the   nightly   rabble   of   beasties   ...   not   here,   nursing   a   tonic   amidst   her   own   kind.   it's   for   the   better,   she   muses   to   herself   —   (   a   bloodbath   is   never   good   for   business.   )   palms   plant   themselves   atop   the   bar   directly   across   from   buffy,   cecily   huffing   out   an   exaggerated   sigh.   ❛ ❛ i'm surprised   to   find   you   up   top, ❜ ❜   she   remarks,   taking   a   pointed gander   at   the   blonde slayer's   half   -   empty   glass.   ❛ ❛ — are   you   as   miserable   as   you   look   from   over   here ? ❜ ❜

[k9es]

██▌ ⁽ ⏾ ⁾ ⋮ ⌗ 𝓑UFFY, ⁽ @stake2heart ⁾ ! ⤷ ❛ 𝓡eminds me of some creepy cult. ❜

𝓒huckle that topples forth is a shallow, humorless sound. the photo in buffy's hand evokes confusion above all else — not a mere hollow grief, anger nor peace, but a maddening sense of uncertainty. they had been his people. his blood. his roots. the faces staring back at the slayer in ancient newspaper article had once been riley's family, for all their perturbing strangeness. deep in the green mountains [ ... ] a community. mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, cousins, neighbors, friends. a poison lies there within, but riley hadn't had the foresight to recognize it — nor then, the courage to carve it out. he'd just ran. ❛ you're, uh ... not far off, i'm gonna be honest. ❜ admitted under a sigh, boy trying to shrug off the itchy discomfort arising with the topic. paper crinkles as riley moves to tap a wrinkle - lined face among the crowd — a family photo centered in an article about their self - sustaining lifestyle. ❛ — that's my nan. ❜ the root of the poison, yet this goes unsaid.

[pethrova]

“what, exactly, do you think you’re gonna accomplish with that thing?”

@stake2heart , starter.