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burning flesh, dripping sweat abusing them all, like the paralyzing snake charmed and enchanted by the babylon whore

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sebastianreininger: 

      His eyes focused to where she gestured in the dirt, trying to decipher the subtle tells and hints in a broken stem or a trampled leaf. There was a mental note that he should have paid more attention because the tells she referenced now he didn’t recognized when they set off or now. To him, it looked like dirt, and if he wanted to impr– hold that thought. No, that wasn’t how he should word it, not here and not with an open mind she could tap into at her rare discretion. He would enjoy having a similar skill set as her, even if he was lacking in the more refined senses that allowed her to smell pass the earthy tones filling the moisture in the air. Yet, to his defense of poor awareness, Clarity had intentionally, and effectively knocked him off guard in last few minutes.

But that smile he was holding back appeared on his lips without thought to stopping it, not for the game of words they were playing but by her demeanor, as if she was debating whether to be mad with him or move on. There was something about her rough edges he grew fond of with each interaction: unafraid to be cruel with a cruel world, even if it meant being angry over the smallest of things. Like everything and nothing mattered, or nothing mattered and she became displeased for things that tried to demand her attention or caring. That one. Of course he was a little proud, especially with her admitting she noticed… well. He clearly recalled her words ‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ and while he had no contemplation on it, there had been a reasoning that in her expanded lifetime Clarity had more endowed experiences. “Maybe a little,” he admitted. “I thought you weren’t impressed.”

         “So then you’re dumb.” It was more of a confirmation of something she was sure she already knew than a statement, even the nod of her head punctuated the statement better than a period could. The vampire straightened herself more fully and turned her back to Sebastian, shifting further into the forest as she adjusted the strap on her shoulder. “For someone who has a mental link to me forever you’re not the most intelligent of people, are you? Or at least ... you don’t really peek in. I suppose I shouldn’t be too upset that you give me my privacy.”

There was a moment of silence, some level of appreciation for the time he gave her alone in her head. The levee was still intact. He wasn’t always listening. And still, despite her footsteps away and how she wouldn’t ( and didn’t ) look back over her shoulder she continued speaking. “I’d be proud if I were you. But I wouldn’t let it get to either of your heads.”

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sebastianreininger: 

     By time she withdrew from him he had slumped into her, resting his head against hers until she pulled away knowing panicking and fighting would only incite more pain on his behalf to fall on the deaf ears of his bond. No, not quite deaf. Entranced, focused on the one sensation driving her on that he felt from the pit of her stomach, and twice over from his decreasing physical state. Of course, he could have fought more, yelled into her ear and protested with the same violent and forceful decree all forms of life declared. He had no death wish, yet this? This was worth it, and who was he to deny fate? When finally she peeled away, looked at him straight on, his head slacked forward like some doll without structure. But she had listened, long after he initially warned but she had stopped, and a faint smile lifted his lips at seeing how quickly she healed enough to move with such ease. If only he could say the same for himself.  

Drink, though he didn’t understand why, what it would do. Sebastian moved from her wrist, just enough to question with a confused stare that emitted how slowed and simple his thinking became over the passing minutes. Surely it wasn’t to become like her, she would never do something like that. Of their various conversations he knew she never intended to sire anyone and would stubbornly keep that record long past her bond mark turning black. But her blood must have held some benefit to him that he consented without any question or concern making it past his lips before her blood entered his mouth.

The metal tang was unusual, like a sore in his mouth broke open into a flood, mocking back the warmth that had been stolen from him and with a consistency he wasn’t accustomed to that the first mouthful was difficult to swallow. And then it wasn’t. There was an appeal to the peculiar taste, easier to consume after each take that Sebastian gave in to mindlessly drinking, unaware of how his heart quickened and his composure improved, a glimpse of her regenerative blood despite being weakened by a poison he hadn’t known been there or understood. He gave in, and he remained until she told him to stop.

         Worry pressed through her own poisoned blood, pumping it outward into his mouth as he drank, and her free hand came to clasp around the back of his shoulders. Where Sebastian had been cradling her in the initial meeting it seemed they switched: she steadied his slack head until he regained composure much like a mother would to their babe at the breast. Clarity had drained enough people to know what the ashen look to his face meant, knew that even another few swallows and he would have been too far gone. She chastised herself for clasping too long to the sore on his neck, and mindlessly her fingers stroked at the skin of his shoulder through his shirt. She wouldn’t kill him. She wouldn’t.

And as if there was an alarm bell in her head she snapped-to from her reverie and nudged at his body, a slow rock. “You have to stop, now.” Her voice felt foreign, hoarse, not her own, but the words were something she would certainly say. “Sebastian ...” Teeth worried at her lip, her wrist slowly slipping from his grasp. She knew all too well how addictive the blood of her kin could be. How the initial flavor was repugnant but after the first swallow it was desired. He’d feel high for the duration of the blood sifting through his body, hyper and renewed. His wounds would disappear, but for whatever the vervain and silver didn’t allow. He’d live.

“We have to get out of the forest. Just in case.” She was too tired to keep fighting, but she would if she had to. Slow and sluggish, dumb to the actions around her if someone else intruded. It was best they get home, bar the door, crawl into bed and sleep the rest away. Her body cried out for it.

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sabiines: 

She’d slid into the seat moments ago and was already nursing another shot of tequila, pinching a half-destroyed lime in two fingers, and she looked at the newcomer, shrugging one shoulder and sucking on the lime one more time to knock back the shot.  “I like it.”  she decided,  “like, sure, there’s something great about an ass-naked dude, I’ll admit, but I just feel comfortable with a naked woman.”

         “Probably for the better. I don’t think the proprietor hired any male dancers. Then again I don’t really know the guy. My brand does though, I think.” She didn’t ask, or hadn’t asked. She just knew that Sebastian had met with the man ( through means of eavesdropping into his head ). Clarity gave the smallest of shrugs on the matter and eyed the bartender ( though she wouldn’t, and couldn’t order anything ). “I’ll check it out. I’m not into chicks but I can appreciate a good dance.”

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warbled-dirge: 

     He’d perk a peppered brow, blue eyes briefly turning to the woman who began to speak. Robert had just settled in the (rather uncomfortable) stool, having ordered him a plate of the bar’s chilied fries from the aforementioned bartender. They were just the thing that early on in the evening, greasy but also with a crisp, and he had planned to take them home after paying.

A hand raised in a casual gesture before he finally spoke, attention kept on the back room for his ‘meal’.

“I personally would have preferred a bowling alley.”

         A bowling alley. The comment was more than amusing, though it took a moment for her expression to settle on the grin that stole her features. For that moment the gears in her head churned and she stared at the silvered man as if he had spoken some kind of atrocity against the statement in question. When he expression finally shifted she snorted, and allowed her fingers to drum on the wood counter of the bar top. “Suggest it to the mayor’s office. With all of the businesses coming in they might just put in some plans for one.”

And then she paused for a moment, tracing the outline of his profile with her gaze until she settled on his own eyes. “So you won’t be attending just once to see what they’ve got, then? I hear it’s run by an incubus.”

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sebastianreininger:

      Too often he felt like a child following around his crush, throwing sticks and stones her way to show his affection in the form of jibes and an insistent smile. If Clarity’s eyes could roll further into her head by the sheer force brought by each grin he shown, the gaping black holes in their place would convince anyone of the fear they should experience in her presence– anyone except him. But then infatuation blinded hearts from reason and faults, and despite the understanding of the creature that she was Sebastian couldn’t muster the concern he should have felt, save for when death began tugging at his strength. Instead, he was the little boy tugging on his crush’s hair and poking relentlessly for attention.

As her hand guided his, he was still the child but instead of following after the woman who always walked ahead, he was being led along with the promise of fun and a curious notion: We’re strangers, tonight. “What’s that supposed to mean?” It was pang in his chest at first, mistaking the anonymity for dismissal and distance when their shared history, its bizarre disaster, had brought them closer beneath the sheets. But were her digits laced into his there and no indication of space yet, the pain flourished into intrigue of where they were going and why they would be two strangers walking into a room together. “Where are we going? Are we somehow going on a blind date? Why wouldn’t I know you?”

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         Silence and pain. The weeks leading up to the attack were filled with silence, and the month or so after was filled with pain. Clarity had spent more than enough time dealing with both of them in her long lifetime to want to experience any more of it ... and yet there she was. The vampire had caused a good portion of it to the man who she shared a mind with. He was too kind too often, too full of eager smiles and trust to want to spend all of his time around her after she nearly drained him dry ... and yet he did. In the back of her mind, where Sebastian couldn’t read into her head and see or feel, Clarity clearly remembered slipping herself under the sheets of his bed when he finally slept after the ordeal and pulling herself closer to his body to ensure he was really still alive. Those moments of weakness made her stomach turn.

But now she was tired of walking on eggshells, desired some kind of difference in the daily vibe. It’d been suddenly and without warning that she’d announced their trip out of town, dragged him to her worn-down pickup truck and driven more than a few good miles out of Echo and through the vast blanket of forested roads. When they arrived at the warehouse she could feel the bass already pounding in her chest where a heart no longer beat, and by the time she had Sebastian’s hand in hers she was ready to lose herself in it. “Because tonight we’re not us. I’m not Clarity, you’re not Sebastian. We’re stranger who just so happened to meet in this parking lot right now. And we’re going to enjoy ourselves, got it?”

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        “So they opened a skin club.” Fingers tapped against her cheek, chin rested in the palm of that hand ... Clarity sat ( rather pointlessly ) at the counter of the bar and directed her very open comment toward whatever body was closest to her. Certainly not that scruffy bartender who spent most of his time drinking the stock, but the one that occupied the stool beside her ( even if it was momentary ). “I can’t even say that I’m mad. This town needed some excitement that didn’t include death in some fashion. Might as well be pretty ladies getting naked for strangers.”

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– Nikita Gill (requested by anon)

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Inner Universe, Origa

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Despite the obvious futuristic theme of Ghost in the Shell, the show carries an undercurrent of self-identity. In Standalone Complex the main character, Major, discovers who she was before she was turned into a military killing machine ... and why she became this thing. Clarity’s life has been a journey of self, discovering who she truly is and what made her that way. In many aspects the journey has yet to come to an end or an apex, as there’s still a lot of work that needs to be done on her as a person. Inner Universe covers this well with lyrics highlighting I am calling, calling, spirits I am calling to remain myself longer ... or the titular standalone ... where was life when it had a meaning? There’s an obvious loss, and search, of self and this is an overarching theme with Clarity.

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winniefletcher: 

Winnie tightened the string back in her bow, an arrow in her hand, and she aimed it down to the floor. She heard a wild flock of turkeys, the leaves rustling. She placed her back against a tree to keep herself steady, and waited. But all of a sudden, she heard leaves rustling behind her. All her right mind told her that she was perfectly safe, but her hunter instincts made her flinch and turn around instantly, pointing her arrow right at the intruder’s face. She sighed an exasperated sigh. “Jesus christ, have you never been taught not to sneak up on people?!” She said, putting it down once she had clearly seen they were no threat.

         The woods were her domain. As painfully aware as Clarity was that the town began to spread out around the perimeter again, that people were no longer as afraid of the foreboding trees as they had been weeks before with the attack, Clarity couldn’t get it out of her head. This was her thinking space, this was her hunting ground. She patrolled for any unfriendly faces attempting to breach the walls of Echo and she was quite stalwart in her duty. With her sniper rifle slung over her back she trudged through the leaves and branches, the soft autumn color beginning to fill into what was formerly a pleasant summer green. When the sharp point of the arrow faced her chest she smirked, maybe sneered, and fought the urge to bat the girl’s bow and arrow away. “People teach me a lot of things. Doesn’t mean they’re important enough to retain.” Eyes narrowed, harsh blues studying the small girl before her attention flickered off entirely. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, you know. Not after the nasty shit that went down a few weeks back.” Months, now. Time flew.

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Hey loves. I just wanted to explain the extension on my hiatus a little. I recently went through some personal changes and I’m trying to come to grips with it and better myself. I’ve been active on the main a little and I will continue to be, but I’m going to just extend my hiatus a little longer until I’m comfortable writing some of my babies again. I’m sorry to my partners for dipping out like this and I intend on coming back as soon as my head is in the right space.

Thanks loves <3

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theinsurgcnt: 

    There was always something amusing about talking to Clarity and knowing that she was so loving of the people she was close with. So loving with the people she claimed she wasn’t close with. Sebastian was annoying last time they really talked about him, and now she was telling Kris that she had to drag him to bed. He smiled just slightly, finding it hard to keep himself from touching her. He missed her. He was worried. Now, he was thankful for her. His hands kept cupping her cheek, playing with her hair, touching her shoulder. Every time he thought it was okay, he had a flash of ripping her throat out.  "So when’s the wedding?“  Of course he needed to tease her. This conversation was entirely too deep.

         “Eh? That’s not even a tasteful joke. Humans are so fucking squishy, you have to baby them after you almost kill them.” It took a while for her mind to wake up again, for the poison to fully flush itself from her system. A rush of memories came all at once in that time, hitting her like a brick in the head. The false Kris. His twisted smirk. The knife. The pain. Pulling his head off, his spine out of his body. But it wasn’t Kris. She wouldn’t do that to the real Kris. He wouldn’t make her. Clarity’s own fingers threaded against his arm, squeezed as if he were escorting her somewhere and she desperately wanted to go there. He was real. It was him. “You’d have liked my last wedding, though. It was rowdy.”

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I apologize for my character disappearance. I’ve got a medical procedure at the end of the week and my mind has been wrapped up with all that and the preparations and so on. I’m going to toss myself onto a semi hiatus until this Sunday but I’ll be around to plot if anyone would like to. Best bet is to message me on Clarity as she’s on my phone, but you can talk to me about: Clarity, Esme, Rider, Kane, or Rosaleigh!

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theinsurgcnt:

     "I’ve been looking for her. Not finding much of anything.“  He knew that Clarity was a lot better at the manhunt searches than he was, but he was looking for any sign of his girlfriend at all. It was keeping him busy, at least. Kris wasn’t staying still for very long, and had even considered moving out of their shared home– even if his new pair was considering if she would move in with him or vice versa. Then again, he didn’t see her much. At all. A hand lifted to cup his best friend’s cheek, looking at her face.  "I’m glad you two are safe. Though I wish I’d seen him go all psycho over your blood.”

         “I can check my channels anyway. See if there’s any noise there.” She had connections --- so much time in the business of hunting people garnered her a certain respect. There was a reason Clarity was a juggernaut: she was unstoppable, unwilling to relent. Still, she nodded in understanding. There was only so much that could be done. If someone didn’t want to be found bad enough ... “He cleaned a lot. He wouldn’t stop moving. I had to drag him to bed when I finally woke up. I don’t think he slept at all until I did.”

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audreysong: 

Rey nodded “yeah, my Mom is super picky about her appearance. She applied skincare like it’s a religion.” she pulled a face at the thought, she liked having a skincare routine but her mother took it to the extreme. A frown crossed her face as she tried to imagine what it would be like but she just couldn’t put herself in Clarity’s shoes. “Yeah, it sounds like it would be a pain… I have enough grief with my own voiced in my head let alone someone elses.” she thought about how inconvenient it would be, worrying about controlling your own thoughts that were supposed to be so private. she shook her head vaguely.

         “Does that shit even work?” Clarity supposed she died at a good time: young and with good skin, despite the era. The beauty regimens that existed today were just modified echoes of what she experienced as a girl --- though the poisons applied to the skin seemed to kill slower now. “I suppose it’s not all bad. You’re never alone, though that’s even when you want to be. And you can learn to block them out a little bit, though you still feel them there.” In fact she’d become a professional at blocking Sebastian out, though a small part of her felt more connected to him since the attack ... since she’d nearly ended his life herself.

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theinsurgcnt: 

    It was strange to see his best friend acting like this, but at the same time he was well aware how necessary it was. Nothing wrecked him more than watching himself rip out the throat of his closest friend. He saw it when he allowed himself to relax enough that memories brought forth what might have been considered a dream on a being that didn’t sleep.  "I’m alright. I’m not going anywhere, but yeah. Ally is gone. She disappeared. Doesn’t seem to be any signs of a struggle, so.. I don’t know where she went. What about you and Sebastian? Are you two alright?“  He didn’t want to let her go. He was afraid to.

         “I can help you look for her. I’m out there enough anyway on bounties.” She didn’t care at all for Ally, but she cared enough for Kris to offer her time to a prospect of cutting his worry. His question garnered a clipped nod, one that carried into her stepping back from her position against him. “I almost drained him to get the poison out of me. I had to give him some of my blood. Thankfully humans aren’t affected by silver and vervain. I imagine he was hyper for a while, but we both slept forever after.”

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How typical. A vampire that almost killed her pair. Why am I not surprised?

         “It’s a first for Echo and the program. You’ve got to give me points for originality at least, sugar.”

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sebastianreininger:

         She’d never imagined a baker to have a body made of pure muscle. Admittedly she’d never given him a sideways glance, not to anything other than the spare flesh rolled sleeves offered, or the occasional shirts that might have been just a touch too tight. He was handsome, she knew, but this was something entirely else. It seemed as if he was nothing but muscle, flesh stretched tight over it as if it was impossible to contain. What did a baker need to be so strong for? The thought rolled out of her mind as easily as it has come, too distracted with his return and the peppering of his lips. Her hands wasted no time in searching the hardness of his chest, the warmth it immediately provided.

When Sebastian tugged at her pants she smirked, amused with how demanding his thoughts were, though sporadic. Her jacket was easily shucked, followed by the backward motion of her hands to rid it entirely, to move for her stomach and peel her shirt upward. There was nothing beneath it, no gentle lace or frilly thing covering her chest, just the paleness of her skin and her petite chest laid bare. And yet she wanted him near, reached for his shoulders to pull him closer, to bring the warmth his body offered closer to the chill of her own. She’d swallow it whole like a proper meal if she could. With his closeness she nudged her nose into the curve of his neck, pressing her own harsh kiss to the flesh beneath his jaw, teasing it with the blunt edges of her teeth --- an idea that she might bite him but no intent to do so.