#sunmad

[crypticcovenmom]

@sunmad

It was still a strange thing to walk into the home of her maker. While it was still abundantly clear she did not belong here among these recreated halls of a family long since shattered, she did find herself in the library once more, lost in the old reverie of selecting a book to spend the night on. She was unwelcome by almost every soul that walked these halls but a text in ancient Greek did not care for who carefully held it as it was meant to be.

Taking up residence on the couch, she slipped off her shoes to fold her legs together on the cushions and set the book upon her thigh to cradle it as she read. For some time, it was just as silent as it was on her first visit, a virtue Rhoshamandes had appreciated. This time, it appeared that there was another lurking just out of sight.

"You're quite young, aren't you?" Allesandra spoke as if she were simply reading the words on the page aloud to herself.

[everarddelanden]

@sunmad said: "It's funny. That's exactly what Rhoshamandes likes about me, too."

It took him a second or two to respond to that. "I hope I win on the 'more fun' department, then."

[tooth--ache]

✦✦✦ ─────── MELTING IN THE HEAT OF the balmy, summer-stricken parking lot was a vampire, leaning against a stolen car, suckling on an ice-lolly. He swore he could taste the sweet of it, or perhaps he had wished hard enough to be able to experience its flavour, but whatever it may be, the break was refreshing.

Howard was patiently waiting for Miriam to be done with all the things she needed from the nearby shops before they headed far away from civilisation once again, on a road trip that felt never-ending. They’d be called to a cell, manage a seriously backlogged blood delivery there, get in some form of trouble or another, and then off again. All part of Miriam’s probationary period and training, which perhaps had been going on for a bit, if he were honest.

He decided to look for her in one of the shops, her person rather easy to track even in the sweltering heat that made living bodies all around the retail park unbelievably distracting. There was just something gritty about @sunmad that he could pick out in a crowd.

“Y’alright? I’m not rushing you, by the way, just bored and it’s getting. Really hot. Out there.” Howard plucked a random object on the shelf to observe.

“I was wondering… since we’ve been at this for a while… if you’d like a short holiday. Just a nice break to relax somewhere. Anywhere. You can go on your own, or I can drive you there, whatever you feel like.”

[scondstar]

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[crosshairsdemon]

❓ okay hear me out. what if one woman's conviction is strong enough to recast a demon as an angel and she looks at him like he is a baseball bat she wants to swing at a hornets nest? what if there were mutual corruption, corrosion, mutation of self? what if he is the only force that makes sense to her old testament mind? what do we do then?

SIMPLE SHIPPING MEME || accepting!

WEIRD & FUCKED UP DYNAMIC (NOS)

HMM YES... WHAT IF...

And: what if he sees something truly ineffable and inexplicable in Miriam? Something that exists beyond even his reckoning? What if he steps easily--too easily--into the role she has written for him? What if that only feels like defiance at first? What if he encourages her worst impulses, lends her the power to execute her will, and this molds her into an inversion of the prophet she was intended to be? What if, in doing so, he further blurs the distinction between fate and free will for everyone involved, including himself? Between prophecy and apokàlypsis?

What if he shows her the open throat of a world denied to her by the circumstances of her birth, then shows her how to put her hands around it?

Lani, I am afraid there is only one thing we CAN do. We must ball. We have no choice.

[resisteence]

@sunmad sent: hm. i don't like the sound of that. ✉

SOMETHING WAS SHIMMERING IN THE AGAR ALL ON IT'S OWN, WHICH JAKE KNEW BECAUSE BOTH HE AND THE DOCTOR WERE LEFT GAPING IN FRONT OF IT. the sample ( taken from the hundred yard zone surrounding area x ) had been intended as part of a routine inspection. it was important, the email had said, to continue monitoring the acidity of the surrounding area; they were to keep logs of the erosion, and the plant life, and the health of the oyster beds. a new strategy and a new director, he guessed, revisiting the idea of containment as a viable option. funny, how sensible thoughts like that seemed to phase in-and-out with the seasons.

but jake was not a chairman, and he was not a scientist either. even as her hands enveloped his ── timid motions, asking ' do you need help? ' and ' may i? ' without so much as a word ── he could not say what he was looking at. only that it was alive, and beautiful, and likely dangerous.

it kind of reminded him of a sario rift for some reason. he also thought back, as he often did, to visions of earth as a star beneath a strange and alien sky.

          " ... IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE SOUND OF IT ── WE NEED TO FILE THIS, " he said. jake pulled away from her desk, but he still looked off toward the petri dish as he spoke, idly wondering what other surprises their last excursion had produced. " do you have any idea what it is? "

[sluaghter]

@sunmad asked: ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (accepting)

His door bangs, the sky bursts like a water balloon across the Sierra Nevada, and Miriam invades his nighttime rituals, the balance of the scale tipped.

One am, thunder rolls, his lights flickering. Yanked out of bed, or still in Purgatory, Nicholas stands eye-to-eye with the bird-legged Stikini, whom they say will eat his heart.

He doesn’t wear a collar.

“What’s following you, Miriam,” he says to her. His eyes are smeared, halfway here. “What are you bringing into my home. What did you bring to me.”

[surrenderedsoul-blog]

"See?" Her voice chimes brightly in Benedict's ear as she winds her hands around his arm to steer him away from the dance floor. The beach is drenched in wavering lights, reds and pinks twirling drunkenly across the sand where naked feet stomped it into an even plain. The scent of flesh, sweaty and perfumed, fills her lungs, at war with the rush of salt-watered wind from the breaking waves on the other side of the promenade. Miriam looks wild. Her hair is mussed and stiff with salt, pale blue eyes glinting with a myriad of fragmenting colors. She beams at him in the half-dark, with her sweet killing fangs on display.

"I told you no one would notice. You are such a good dancer!" To illustrate her point, she slides herself into his grip and pirouettes under his hand. She pauses only to appreciate the outfit she's picked out for her companion, then she tugs him forward with her play-pretend strength.

"I'm thirsty. Let's find someone!"

Her voice against his ear made Benedict giggle as she seemed to breathe life into him. Time had been spent with mortals welcoming him to join them some to dance with him and others just watch him at times. Even as he had been moved around as though he lacked the strength to fight against his eyes always seemed to find Miriam. Only now that her hands were on his arm guiding him away from the endless movements was Benedict free from it all. Scents blending together it was a miasma to the senses and yet intoxicating. Chocolate curls were no longer neatly tucked behind his ears as the movement and touching had worked it into a frenzy. Benedict couldn't hide the smile the energy making him want to be swallowed by it all and become one.

Pulled closed he gave small kisses against her cheek giving another giggle. "I must have learned from the best. Never thought I could blend in with them." Haven't ever lived a life that granted this freedom Benedict was almost fearful that Rhosh would not be able to sway him away from visiting again. Dragging the ancient along next time as though he could share in the enjoyment.

"I feel drained from all of that. There are a few people further down the beach or I'm certain we can draw a few from the crowd." They both were beautiful it was hardly a challenge to draw anyone to them even without using a gift.