#stinaaaaa

[greywindsports]

Blackstenius goal- REA vs ARS- October 16, 2022

[greywindsports]

Blackstenius goal- ARS vs BHA- September 16, 2022

[vikstenius]

❤💛

[David Price]

[greywindsports]

Blackstenius goal- ARS vs AVL- May 1, 2022

[mygoatisyourgoat]

stina is the stain of sparkly glitter on this life that is very bitter

how come I have such lovely friends

and dat butt

[tiefighter]

so instead of going to bed I wrote this thing for stina with Carver as a vampire

original wardens, go go go --- Carver watches him. Danny doesn’t notice, he thinks, too caught up in reacting to family, too caught up in the thrill of the hunt, too caught up in leaning against Andre’s shoulder like he belongs there, fussing with Gil’s arm, messing with Nasrin’s collar and treating Syrill and Bann like brothers, tugging them into games of war and chance. Carver watches from the fringes, hunger twisting in his chest and doesn’t say a word. He can feel Danny in his head. His moods don’t really fluctuate at all; happy, he spends his time going from content to ecstatic and back again, a constant thrumming presence that coils around his spinal cord and makes it hard to stand sometimes. He can feel the beginnings of connections with the others, all faint and gone and Andre’s is stronger but that makes sense, because he’s Danny’s sire, right? He brought him into the world they call theirs and kept him there and fed him and- Carver watches. Carver waits. “You are like nothing he’s ever seen before,” Andre says to him, behind and to the right of his elbow. Just out of striking range. Carver’s certain that the dark blue eyes on the back of his neck can see into his soul and Andre doesn’t change that opinion. “You’ll understand with time.” “Stop being cryptic,” he bites out, fingers curled against his elbows, arms crossed against his chest. He can feel his knuckles going white. “You’ll learn, one day, that not everyone is out to get you.” “Go away.”

Danny looks over at them, curious. Carver knows that the connection he has isn't unique and feels something close to loss.

--- Danny waits until he thinks Carver’s asleep before he walks into the room and closes the door. The sun coming up makes him drowsy and he curls his fingers against the covers, sprawls on the bed next to him and doesn’t touch. There’s no rise and fall of his chest, no way to judge if he’s awake or asleep but Danny finds he doesn’t care. Carver opens his eyes when Danny closes his own and follows the straight, narrow line of his nose, touches on the freckles with his mind and wonders if his eyes were a brighter or darker blue before he changed, or what his own look like now. He wakes with Danny’s arm thrown across his stomach and his face in his shoulder and finds he doesn’t have the energy to move.