#thiiirdborn

[voidpill-a]

@thiiirdborn​          *        continued    .

a    low    haze    of    smoke    floats    in    the    air    between    them    as    2D    puffs    eagerly    at    the    joint    between    stick    -    thin    fingers.            ❝    s'gotta    be    loads    more    exciting    than    anyf'ing    i've    got    goin'    on    today.    ❞            which    is    actually    mostly    true.        he    supposes    there's    always    something    to    do        ──────        another    instrument    to    pick    up    ,        another    party    to    stumble    into    ,        another    stranger    to    shag        ──────        but    the    honest    truth    is    that    he's    feeling    far    too    unmotivated    to    go    out    of    his    way    and    find    one.        this    option    ,        basically    offering    itself    up    on    a    silver    platter    ,        is    much    better    suited    for    his    current    drive.        or    ,        more    accurately    ,        his    lack    there    of.            ❝    an'    i've    never    been    on    the    other    end    of    a    deal    before.        s'like    ,        er        ...        i'm    jesse    an'    you're    heisenberg    ,        yeah    ?    ❞            a    self    -    satisfied    snicker    as    he    steals    another    drag    from    the    spliff    ,        passing    the    burning    roach    back    to    lennon    with    a    weak    cough.        the    potency    of    the    other's    stash    is    one    of    the    many    factors    that    keep    2D    coming    back        ──────        the    much    -    needed    company    another    added    bonus.            ❝    oh    ,        but    before    i    forget    ,        i've    got    to    pick    up        ...        i    brought    money    wiv'    me    an'    everyf'ing.    ❞            long    arms    move    to    dig    through    his    pockets    ,        finally    fishing    out    the    ratty    ,        worn    leather    of    his    wallet.                                                                

[witchaotics]

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People wanted favors for all kinds of things. Sometimes he felt like some sort of lender. His frustration mostly lied in the fact people often couldn’t see past their own desires. There were sometimes consequences that would follow after, but did they heed his warnings? Often times, no. 

“You call it hope. It is but agony of desire.” Other times, like in this case, the person wanted to cling onto some hope, the hope that things would improve, and as much as he admired his optimism, the situation was rather dire and not likely to change. “I’m sorry, but I can’t help you.”

@thiiirdborn 

[fanatiquee]

ʟᴇɴɴᴏɴ sᴀʏs ‘𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔.’                                               @thiiirdborn​​

    Expression began in the eyes, with Louis. At first, the perfectly round, distantly glowing emeraldine surface of them seemed to dull, and then burn a new, and then from the eyes it crept downward, until the corners of his full lips pulled upward, subtly, at each corner. His shoulders rose, and shook, just so, with a hint of laughter that he stiffed with a polite hand pressed momentarily to his mouth. Mortals never failed to surprise him, even after two hundred years keenly observing them. Lennon was no exception, and though, as a rule, Louis often preferred to make his observations at a distance, abhorred the vampire’s tendency to be drawn too near to mortals, to mistake themselves as equals among mortals, he could perhaps excuse this intrusion when it was so often incidental. If he had believed as strongly in fate now, as he once had, he might consider it thus, but jaded as he now was, he knew it was merely chance that their paths had crossed, again.

    Louis lowered his head a moment, his untidy, ebony curls falling forward to obscure his face, narrowing it to a pale streak, impossible to read, until he raised it again, and his gaze met Lennon’s directly. He wondered how much this young man understood, or guessed at. If he had wanted to, he could search his mind for the answer, but Louis had always found that habit profoundly rude. He resisted the urge, and began, instead, speaking in that ever-soft, accented voice of his. “And you? Do you mean to say that you belong in such places as this?” Louis’ long fingers spread, made a brief sweeping gesture. “Perhaps neither of us should be here,” he added, both conceding the point, and offering a playful retort. A vampire certainly had more reason to roam the back streets in search of prey than a mortal young man, but Louis could hardly argue the point. To a passer by, they would both seem out of place. Louis, after all, had been only twenty-four when he was born to darkness, and he had few of the tendencies other vampires possessed in terms of indulging their vanity; he dressed simply, plainly. His legs were long, dark, black spokes in their jeans, his sweater a shapeless, woollen mass. All the dignity of his person was contained in his unusually upright posture, and in the undeniable grace with which he thoughtlessly moved. He didn’t care for the velvet of the frills that, possessed by nostalgia, many of his kind wore. 

[m0nstrousneeds-a]

(  her  brows  raise  before  a  sputter  of  saccharine  laughter  floods  the  hollow  of  her  mouth.  )  it’s  true  that  blush  finds  the  apples  of  cheeks  now,  but  it’s  his  fumble  of  words  that  have  coaxed  it  there.  if  this  were  a  year  ago,  she  would  be  blushing  for  an  entirely  different  reason.  she’d  cut  out  those  words,  paste  them  in  an  order  she  likes  the  look  of  in  the  back  of  her  head  -  she’d  take  it  as  a  blundered  confession  of  how  he  really  feels.  (  now,  however,  she  doesn’t  allow  her  brain  to  move  in  that  direction.  )  their  relationship  is  platonic  in  it’s  purest  form.  @thiiirdborn​​,  though  gorgeous  and  still  bringing  blush  to  her  cheeks,  is  one  of  her  best  friends  in  the  world.          “i’ll  keep  that  in  mind  for  one  of  these  days  when  i  truly  lose  it.”        a  grin,          “you  know  how  some  people  have  dream  boards?  i’ve  got  one  of  those,  only  for  murder.    for  legal  reasons,  this  is  a  joke,  but,  i’m  saying  i  could  probably  do  with  a  little  legal  assistance  in  the  future.  you  know,  in  case.”

[hiveruled-moved]

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@thiiirdborn​

Kai pocketed the marijuana the other hands over to him, not taking the time to inspect it as he should, you could never be too careful but Kai was feeling lazier today. He didn't trust anyone in this line of work and he certainly wasn't in this to make friends, all he needed was the cash and Lennon provided that, plus a little extra for the trouble. 

" You don't need to convince me, man. When I run out of yours, the lower quality shit is incomparable. " The brunette shrugged his shoulders in a dismissive manner, though the vague compliment was genuine. As he takes out the small prescription slip pad and pen, he takes a quick scan around the area to make damn sure no one was witnessing their transaction taking place. After confirming the coast is clear, Kai writes his brother's signature in one perfect, smooth motion as if it's his very own. " You need me to up the dose at all? " Dark eyes curiously peer up at Lennon, pausing his hand movements on the piece of paper until he receives an answer.