#thread 4

[toa-masquerade]

You make sure to equip the mask even before stepping inside the illusionary portal. You are unsure if the mask's design is enough to mask your identity, but the bishops stationed promise that the rest of you will be unrecognizable. That is all you need to hear.

The sight ahead is simply dreamlike, comparable to the dream of being able to toss away the stresses of reality. You wonder if any other masked participants feel the same while wandering along this ballroom.

Well, merriment cannot ensue without someone making the first step. You know that all too well.

The natural start for you is to approach the selection of glasses and liquor. First pouring a separate glass, then one for yourself.

"Would anyone like to share an early drink?" you call out nearby, hoping your voice isn't drowned out in the trance-like crowd.

[lesliestedeman]

@sabrina-christiansen sent...

“Don’t carry it all.”

Leslie couldn't help but smile feeling the weight on his arm being lifted for just a moment as Sabrina attempted to take one of the large bags. But he was carrying two big bags of dog food as well, so getting the other large reusable grocery bags off his arm might be a problem.

"It's alright. I'm stronger than I look. If you wouldn't mind getting the door, though..."

As much as he hated the thought of being part demon, he had to admit the thought of having a tail was tempting. Provided it was prehensile enough to do things like grab a door when his hands were full. He decided to let Sabrina help and put down the dog food packages and shrug a few bags from his arms.

"Okay you win. Probably isn't the smartest thing to do, walking home with all this... But I'm pretty used to a long walk. I won't be offended if you don't want to carry it the whole way."

Once Sabrina had enough to carry, Leslie saddled up his arms with the other bags, then leaned one dog food bag against his shoulder and carried the other under his free arm. He hadn't seen Sabrina in quite a while. But that was his fault entirely. And now with Wilder gone, he had even less friends here... With Wild there was a short hand with his fellow Kiwi. Wilder was the one person he'd told his horrible secret to and the were-bear hadn't blinked. He hadn't cared a lamb for Leslie being part-demon. Leslie couldn't be so sure of the same of others. But Sabrina was dating a vampire... Maybe when they knew each other better...

[cherryblossomwilliams]

[ @skyler-campbell​ sent... “What did you want to tell me?” ]

“Oh, um...” Cherry shyly smiled to Skyler as she brushed down one of the horses in the stables. She hadn’t wanted to disturb her before her ride, Cherry knew how important that bit of bonding before hand could be, getting the horse ready to go. 

“I just wanted to say thank you for hanging out with me today. Being around horses... reminds me of home.” 

[watfletcher]

anything | daniel + wat

[ cont from here with @danielkrieg ]

Wat placed his hands on Daniel’s reddening cheeks with his cold hands. He stroked them with his thumb, obviously delighted in having Daniel confess to what he wanted. He felt the human was rather pent up in some ways. He was too nervous about himself, Wat felt. He sensed a darkness in him, too, and Wat was eager to have him let it out.

“Oh, I certainly would like that, too. What about calling you names? Humiliation, that kind of thing? Nothing’s off limits here, darling. Just tell me what you want...” Wat moved to kiss him, a hand snaking to the back of the slave’s head, “Anything you want.”

[dhanilyman]

Practice | Dhani/Dougal & Edmund

@edmund-elofsen

“I am glad that you have found your limit. In the future, try not to kill more than one person in the same area. One is a missing person. Two is a curiosity. Three is a pattern.” Especially with today’s technology, it was far more difficult to get rid of someone. “You were tasting their fear. It’s a spike of adrenaline in the blood. It’s also a power thing. Have you tried blood after sex?” 

Getting a text from Dougal wasn’t entirely surprising and Dhani was more than eager to get out of the cell. Especially to spend any time with Dougal. He wanted to talk anyway, more about his trip, more about what had gone on. But the fact that he told him to come to the clinic worried him.

He found his way through the clinic, dressed in his casual attire, tee shirt and shorts.

“Hey... What happened?”

@dougalmcleodthevampire  @edmund-elofsen

[captainxsaru]

@infiinitepossibilities

Saru was a Kelpien, and he was also loyal. Many of his traits neatly overlaid with that of his species: cautious, suspicious, perfectionist. Loyalty did not. It  was not that Kelpiens did not love, that they did not have friends, that they did not protect each other--it was that in a world of desperate survival, there was little to be gained by holding principles.

Saru was a Kelpien, but he was also the only Kelpien in Starfleet, and Starfleet officers were loyal. He would have died for Captain Georgiou, and followed every order up to it, even when he was afraid. So he would follow every order Captain Lorca gave him, too, even when he was afraid. 

Even when he was, in a carefully secret way, afraid of Captain Lorca.

“Sir,” he said, carefully, standing on the edge of the half-dark room. “What did you need from me?”

[halesmarshall]

It wasn’t that surprising, really, that things would end this way between Hayley and Elijah—with her running away. It’s what she did, it’s how she dealt with tough situations. She spent most of her life running away from the enemies she’d made along the way, but this time was different. For the first time in her life she wasn’t alone. She had someone who was looking out for her, who was making promises and making her feel like she belonged somewhere, to someone. It was only a matter of time before he realized she wasn’t worth the trouble, though. She was usually a go-getter, always took what she wanted, but she didn’t want to stick around for the moment he realized he could do better than an orphan werewolf with abandonment issues and a crazy psycho actively trying to murder her.

The second she got wind of Katherine coming after her, she started planning her escape. Within a matter of hours, her bag was packed and she had a bus ticket purchased to the next state. Katherine would catch up to her in no time, but she just wanted to put as much distance between the two of them for now. She didn’t say goodbye to Elijah, even though he was the only person who had cared for her in a long ass time, possibly ever, and she couldn’t face him and tell him she was leaving all that behind.

The train station was deserted, as it usually was at that time of the night, so the footsteps coming from behind her definitely set some alarms off for the brunette. She turned around suddenly, coming face to face with the person she was trying so hard to run away from. “Please, Katherine, I gave you what you wanted. I’m leaving, you won’t ever see me again,” she said quickly, holding her hands up in defeat. Her pleas didn’t help, not that she thought they would, and she was pined up on the wall next thing she knew. Her nails dug in the brunette’s hands, even though her strength wasn’t a match for the hundreds of years old vampire that was currently chocking the air out of her lungs.

[colpapabear]

@bossasbatch​

“I don’t have the willpower to go through another three weeks like the last again.”

He didn’t.  The Gestapo had come to pick him up only an hour after he had stepped out of Klink’s quarters. And he, like an idiot, had not taken it seriously enough. He knew that now.  Somehow, despite his direct orders to evacuate if he wasn’t back within a week, his men had managed to get him out. But the man they rescued wasn’t the same who had been taken by the secret state police. 

He was told he had been gone for almost three weeks. Oh, the irony. He had had to ask because time had stopped being a concept within hours of his arrival at the place they’d kept him; no windows, bright artificial light 24/7, damp freezing cold cells. They hadn’t managed to break him. But he had screamed in agony until his voice was gone as they had worked on him, until he just wanted to die. But they wouldn’t let him. They just kept torturing him until part of his soul was irrevocably dead. Yes, he had known what the Gestapo was capable of and always claimed he was aware of the danger he put himself in but had he actually, honestly, expected to be at the receiving end of it? No.

The day he returned to camp he looked like he always did. The Gestapo was too smart to work on his face. Yes, he was pale, thinned out with deep dark circles under his eyes but all visible marks of their abuse were hidden until his uniform. With a blank look on his face Hogan got out of the Gestapo car and gazed across the compound. Everything looked laughably normal, like nothing at all had happened. Without a word he followed Major Hochstetter up the stairs of Kommandantur and into the office where Klink was waiting for them.