#verse 04

[thenamesallison]

@wxrwounds // cont. from here

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"I came over to hang with my friend. The frozen peas are an added bonus." She should've guessed Jason would notice the way she was babying her arm, but if he hadn't noticed she wouldn't have brought it up. She pulled her sleeve up to slide the bag onto her shoulder, hissing at the cold, before she tugged her bra strap over the bag to keep it in place.

"I didn't hit my head. Seriously, this bruise is the worst of it." Ally had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. "Unless I'm really seriously injured, you don't have to call anyone ever. There's no need to bother Bruce."

[crystaliiize]

“Oh-- I’m so sorry-!”

Considering the large bouquet in his arms, it wasn’t surprising that G’raha hadn’t seen the other individual and had nearly collided with them. Still, the mistake had him lightly flushing before laughing. In a deft, smooth motion one of the flowers was plucked free and held out to the other. 

“Here, to make up for almost running you over~”

[thegreatvampirekiller]

@poor-unhappy-erika

People always asked Peter where he got the inspiration for the various strange and exotic (as much as Eastern Continental Europe could be called strange and exotic) locations he wrote about—whether he took the Bram Stoker approach and simply approximated what he assumed they’d be like from books and travelers’ tales or actually went exploring there himself. And he was always proud to say he chose the latter method.  Not that he didn’t trust Henry Irving’s judgement, but even in his acting days he found there were few substitutes as exciting as experiencing these places for yourself.  So when Peter told one of his old friends in the business he was hoping to set a story in one of Paris’s theaters, the next moment his train ticket and inn fare was paid for, and he was off to the first stop on his tour—the Palais Garnier, known to some of the locals as the Opera Populaire.

And dear God, did it live up to its name—the auditorium looked like it could seat a thousand people, not including the massive boxes for patrons and visiting royalty.  At his feet were still the wilted remains of cast members’ bouquets and past celebratory decorations.  This was the sort of place that almost breathed, like every soul ever to walk through it was taking a collective breath and exhaling the years gone by.  So Peter took out a pencil and paper from his coat and simply tried to record what he heard.

[baddecisionsandbourbon-arch-blog]

Continued from here @derekwithblueeyes

[Text | Moonman] No, that’s just my vampiric musk, it attracts the ladies~ [Text | Moonman] I hope you know I’m fucking with you, yes I did drop it, but not on purpose [Text | Moonman] Even if I did steal that bottle of colone, no one is happy about dropping a bottle of Oscar Velvet Eau de Parfum. 

[thenamesallison]

@ayoungeststark liked for a starter!

Ally was lucky to have several places where she felt at home. Some were her actual homes--her apartment in Manhattan or Pepper's lake house or Xavier's--but others were places that she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, she was safe. One of those places happened to be the gymnastics gym she frequented as a kid.

All the way on Long Island, Rolling Round Gymnastics was a huge warehouse space filled with gymnastics equipment all laid out on a bouncy, carpeted floor. It was early in the morning, before any of the proper classes started for the day, and Ally made her way inside, her brother in tow.

"I think you're gonna have fun," she said as she held the door for him. "Trust me."

[baddecisionsandbourbon-arch-blog]

Continued from here

@derekwithblueeyes

It wasn’t that Damon was unaware of how much he had consumed, he just didn’t care how much he had drank. As far as Damon was concerned, Derek was good company to keep, it was hard to break the bond of burying a body together. Damon rolled his eyes letting out a dry sarcastic laugh “Ha ha very funny, poke all the fun you like, I’ve been working this cut since the 80′s sir and it’s still good on me.” Damon smiled slightly at the werewolf as he took another swig from his glass, setting the empty glass on the bar top with a soft clink! “You know, you’ve made moving out here not seem like such a bad idea”

[vepalsa]

@hirasenshi

   Yuri knew the other was terrified of him right now, despite it he still kept close to him. If anyone understood him well enough - It would be Katsudon; as sad it was sometimes for him to painfully admitted it; because both male share a common thread. Siblings.

      “...I am not going to fucking bite your head off. I chose to come here because I have no one else I could turn to at this type of time.” he admitted quietly, looking away from the other, and sitting there, legs crossed and table in front of him. The other had even offer food yet the blonde young was not even remotely hungry. Just.. sad. Because it was officially his first initial fight with the one person he thought he could trust; yet his poor choosing of words made him think otherwise. 

  “...Sorry I didn’t.. mean to wake you so early; I am just..” frustrated, “Annoyed, and you would be right it was partly due to Mika the other half is part of Otabek.” and his fucking poor choosing of words. “...he said the word ‘Protect me’ and you know how I feel about that.” there was bitterness in his tone, and not once did he glance up at the other. Too afraid if he did.. he would break down into tears. 

      “I hate them both.” he lower his head.

[baddecisionsandbourbon-arch-blog]

Continued from here

@derekwithblueeyes

Damon tensed slightly at the sight of Derek’s claw, Damon resisted the urge to snort at the word breed as they continued their walk to their destination.  “Well, that’s Interesting to say the least,I know most werewolves are family members and all that, ” he said with a soft laugh. 

“Do you still live with them, or have you run off and started a pack of your own?” he asked.

“Well I have to say that’s a much better set up than Mystic falls,but no one wants to protect their enemies, so how can I blame them,” he said with a low chuckle. “The town has been killing vampires since it was founded.”

As they approached the cemetery gates, Damon frowned at the chain that kept the tall fence locked. “Mmm, looks like we’ve got ourselves a dilemma.” he said with a low chuckle, jingling the rusting metal.