#sunday threads

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closed starter for: @sarcasmpersonified181 based on: Hell Yes by Alkaline Trio

"I gave up on you a long time ago." Sunday stated calmly. "How can you blame me? We made plans to meet, and you never showed." So, it was true. She had given up on them. The vampire was still young in the eyes of immortality, a few decades shy of even reaching a century, but she lacked the volatility of fledglings. In her mortal life, she'd been just as calm and calculating. Getting overly emotional about anything didn't serve her. She thought through whatever she needed to and then let it go. They were no different. "You kept me waiting."

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closed starter for: @euphemoria based on: Be Still My Heart by Stellar Corpses

"I took the steps you wouldn't take. I made the moves you wouldn't make." The words were accusatory, but her voice was flat. Sunday didn't know how else she was supposed to deal with the ache in her chest rather than to just shut it out. She was a master of thinking through her feelings. Logic cut through the sting of everything until the sting wasn't even there at all. She never flinched. Now, she couldn't even look at them. This was why she never let anyone in. It was too dangerous. Case and point. "I wish someone would drive a stake into my godforsaken heart."

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closed starter for: @spicedcandi3s

"I'm not lonely." Sunday shot back a little too quickly. "I like being alone." It was usually true. If loneliness ever did hit, she always just thought her way out of it, intellectualizing the feelings until her walls were back in place. Maybe it stung more than usual tonight, but they didn't need to know that. "I think you're just projecting."

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closed starter for: @infinitebaths

based on: Damocles - Sleep Token

Sunday didn't know the exact moment the world had come crashing down. She just knew that it shouldn't have hit her like this. For years, she'd been untouchable. Her defenses were so expertly crafted that nothing ever got under her skin. She could think her way out of anything, but the gravity of eternity had hit her like a freight train. Being turned had done exactly what she'd hoped it would. It had saved her from a slow death due to genetics that had all but guaranteed to hit her and painstakingly take her apart. In return though, she'd committed to forever. Unyielding, unchanging- she would always be exactly as she was now. For once, she was terrified. "Nobody told me I'd get tired of myself when it all looks like heaven but it feels like hell." She choked on a breath she didn't need. "What if I can't get up and stand tall?"