#v: shift

[dauntlessdannylawrence]

;;devoted

{ @allwcundup } [@ Carmilla]

It’s an odd thing, knowing there’s a baby on the way. As Danny is learning, sometimes it causes you to do dumb things...

Like stay late at work multiple times this past week to pick up extra hours of detention supervising.

She knocks on the door frame that leads to the bedroom. In one hand she has a bouquet of wildflowers, and in the other, a fast food bag containing her wife’s recent craving fix. 

“Happy Nine Weeks?”

[goldpenmusings-blog]

{not alone}

Her brother’s watch reads a quarter to noon. Even so, she’s still so tired. Blue eyes bleary as she rolls over beneath the dark duvet. She doesn’t know what material it is, honestly. But it’s warm and it smells like iron and a silky coolness that she’s growing to associate with the vampire snoozing near her.

Her phone sits over on the nightstand; screen chipped in the top right corner. No notification lights flashing. No one trying to reach her....no one wondering where she is, if she’s okay. She tries to push the thought out of her head. She doesn’t want to check her phone, because she knows what will be right in front of her if she does.

‘any remnants of you? gone’ ‘she’s already moved on’ ‘she’s fine’

The ache is there in her chest. Harsh and biting and so deep she doesn’t know how she’s still breathing. Heart starts to hammer, but then she brushes her thigh against a colder one and she lets all her breath out.

“Hey.”

[huntressesofsilas]

( @giantblackcxt )

Hunger.

It’s all she’s felt for the past couple of hours. All she can think about. All she really is. Famished.

Her succubus is not happy. No mark, no other energy meals to replace it. Her eyes aren’t glowing anymore; instead, they’ve faded to a lavender. 

The puff of smoke and the familiar scent of leather and cocoa draws a growl from her chest. 

“Come to check on the mad dog?”

[canislawrence-blog]

;;

( @scnguis )

“-- And so I told Calypso to keep the shed locked, and I trusted the girl with a key. And you know what that got me? A nest full of flame salamanders, and half the training yard in singed chaos.”

....How long had she been ranting again? The redhead was lying on her back on the office sofa, tossing a green apple between hands. Her scowl on the ceiling still held, as if doing so would fix all of the fire damage and get rid of all her stress.

[canislawrence-blog]

sharing

{ @scnguis }

She doesn’t care who just strolled into her room. She just got out of practice, she’s starving. She’s going to devour the last of her King-Sized Reese’s stash if it kills-

A pause as she looks up, mouth full of one peanut butter cup. Looks to her mate. Hooman mate. Whose stomach just rumbled quietly. A puppy whine. 

...

Offers the last chocolate treat, because she is a good mate.

[huntressesofsilas]

gianna’s lover

She knows. She knows about all of it. Everything that happened first with Gianna, everything that happened a few days later with Danny.

She’s not speaking to either of them, really. Not after she had to barge into Danny’s room to find both girls at each other’s throats. But the least she can do is try to make up for whatever this poor girl’s been through. So she slides a tupperware container of brownies across the coffee table the next time she catches the girl in the Lodge common room.

“Carmilla, right?”

“I’m Claudia Bäer. I’m...pretty sure you’ve heard about me recently.”

[huntressesofsilas]

after dinner

“You sure you ate enough, Gianna?”

“Yes, mama. I’ll work my way up to three heaping plates instead of just two and a half.”

Some more lighthearted teasing between mother and daughter before Gianna makes her way into her room. It’s a pretty room made of mostly purple, maroon and black. She shuts the door behind herself and smiles at the vampire already occupying her california king-sized bed.

“Comfortable?” She asks as she strips down to a lace bra and panties. Carmilla looks paler, more like herself. The pills must be wearing off for today, and that’s just fine with her.

[huntressesofsilas]

relapse

She was bent down, rummaging around in her duffel bag when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

Straightening up and moving to see who was trying to get her attention is her worst mistake. She shouldn’t have turned around. Shouldn’t have.....shouldn’t.....

It’s impossible to tell what she’s looking at. Who. A ghost? A cruel hallucination from withdrawal? (God, the scar on her hip itches. Prickles, drives her crazy.)

“...Can I help you?” Her voice doesn’t sound like her own. Her brain is on autopilot, and she expects for the girl in front of her to just fade away.