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Account is going on a bit of a hiatus. For now, you can find me on @diistelle !! I will try to follow as many of you back as I can. xx

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Account is going on a bit of a hiatus. For now, you can find me on @diistelle !! I will try to follow as many of you back as I can. xx

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D R I V E R:

“Nothing wrong with staying home and eating cheesecake,” Driver remarked with a small flicker of a smile. “Most people try to pretend that they’re perfect and have perfect lives. It seems to be an unfortunate part of what has become normal in society. I feel it’s much better to just do what you like and take no mind to what other’s think. It’s good you seem to have adopted that mindset. While it’s a shame what your father did to you, it seems to have tempered you like steel against other’s.” The rest of the information that she had shared he filed away for use later. It was interesting to hear her own perceptions about how her upbringing had shaped her. No doubt it was something he could utilize later on as well. He noticed the seemingly contemplative look on her face and was about to ask about what was on her mind when she answered his questions. 

He watched her curiously as he watched her hand come up to his face but he stayed still and unflinching. Her gentle touch sent a chill up his spine and left him wanting more. It was an interesting gesture on her part and he didn’t move as she recoiled, his mind working over what had just happened and how he might be able to use that. The corners of his lips quirk up into a small smile as she quickly changed the subject back. Yes, indeed he would use that. Perhaps no violence was necessary at all and she would come to him instead. “Steak it is then,” he assured her. Driver gently rest his hand on her arm, lingering just a moment longer than might be necessary as he encouraged her to step to the side so he could start dinner. “Sorry, the good pan is just under here,” he explained as he moved his hand away from her. Yes, this was going to be an interesting game indeed. 

   “Exactly!” She exclaims with excitement in her voice and a smile that matched. She brushes a few strands of hair from her face while he spoke, “Like I say, I’m tougher than I look. When you go through a lot it tends to change you...” Her words trailed off as she turns her head, so their gaze was no longer connected. Her face relaxed into an expression she didn’t realize. Her lips had a small pout and her brows had furrowed slightly giving a faint crease between her eyebrows. Her mind unwillingly brought back the memory of that time she was snatched up after work. She remembers being hungry, screaming, broken down until she was practically flesh and bone and she was almost certain she was going to die. She just knew her time was up! And then, whom she thought to be the angel of death was something completely different. Something worse.

      It took him resting his hand on her arm for her to snap out of her little daze. Her head quickly turns in his direction as she visibly perks up and a soft look of innocent confusion came to her face. But somehow staring into his eyes made her feel oddly relaxed. Interesting. When he mentions the good pan she immediately steps to the side, ‘Oh, right! I’m sorry.” She giggles lightly in embarrassment. She moves over to the corner between the fridge and the little bit of counter that separated the stove from the refrigerator. The lights faded in and out once again above their heads, “Seems like we may have to sit in the dark at some point.” She comments in a soft tone of voice.

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JER - BEAR:

     A measured breath swelled vacant lungs in a fertile effort to bestow life unto an equivocal murmur of mirth, its abstruse nature siding with neither the injudicious quality of the offer nor the  ardour  which audaciously readied a submissive visual as a tacit incentive. No manner of conscious exertion was required to maintain the voids of dilated pupils or the inhuman teeth that bolstered an otherwise pedestrian grin; the mere prospect and intimation of the passive gesture was more than sufficient enough to sate an imagination burdened with incorrigibility. Obstinate resilience secured the hand at the curve of her hip with directive force, a physical act indemnity to indicate  resolute  intent and a desire for further pledge. As magnanimous as the opportunity was in mere premise, the pernicious risk should’ve sobered any disillusions of romanticism but the temptation of vocal confirmation proved too great of an opportunity to neglect – surely she could spare a few words for the occasion.

     The answer to her question could be found everywhere but the realms of his own voice. Actions’ physicality spoke  so  much more, attested to  so  many more truths than the accomplishment of words. The act of inquiring itself was cordial, if not thoroughly redundant in light of the topic at hand. Dubiety didn’t prompt him for further deliberation or even warrant a second thought; a relentlessly carnal appetite would always guarantee an affirmative decision. The fingers collected at her chin eased their grip to hug the column of her neck, stilling once the flesh fitted his touch and the soft pad of his thumb idly grazed over her pulse point in lazy strokes. While a discernible foundation for compliance already existed, there was  ample  room for improvement from his willing volunteer.  

         “ If you want something, ask  for it. ”

   If she wants something, she should ask for it. That was so much easier said than done, especially with someone like her who is not really vocal on everything she wanted or desired. How could she say what she wanted without feeling the slightest bit embarrassed? How can she just outright ask for him to bury his fangs into every exposed part of her flesh? How can she ask to feel his nails drag along smooth skin? --How can she ask to be filled with every inch of him to add undesirable pleasure with the pain? The thought made her breath hitched for just a moment. Her tongue comes forth to gently lick her lips. No, she was not going to be shy now. He knew what she wanted, he just wanted to hear it out of her own mouth.

         Fine. --I’ll give you what you want.

   She thinks to herself before lips part to finally speak, “Fine. I am going to tell you what I want and it will be up to you to decide what to do. --I want you to bite me, however, I want you to bury your fangs into every part of my flesh leaving no place untouched. I want to wear the marks you will give me proudly..” Her right hand comes up to gently brush her fingertips along his lower lip before continuing in a soft whisper, “I want to taste you, I want to feel every inch of you inside of me. I want you to consume every single part of me; while I scream your name in the such a way that even God and the Devil himself would be jealous... that’s what I want...” She finished as her eyes slowly travel from his lips to his darkened eyes, a soft shade of pink arising to her cheeks.

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DRIVER:

“Why would he want to change you?” Driver questioned honestly. It always intrigued him when people, particularly parents, seemed keen to warp their children into better versions of themselves rather than building up the natural instincts of their offspring. It only served to reinforce Driver’s belief that people were far too conditioned to follow social pressures rather than just indulging in what they wanted. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be alone, or quiet,” he gestured a little to his own living space. This was the most he’d spoken in quite some time. It had taken him a long time and a lot of his own personal conditioning, mostly out of necessity for survival, to master the art of small talk. But he didn’t need it in his life, he didn’t make small talk because he didn’t want to.

“I apologize, usually I have a guest bedroom but it’s under renovation at the moment. I did buy a couch that was comfortable enough though, with the intention of falling asleep on it from time to time,” he smiled. Driver wondered if they would make it that far. When was he going to take action? Maybe it would be then, when the night was finally winding down. Maybe he’d see just how far he could push things. She was already his, she just didn’t know it yet. He’d let her reactions be the judge of when he decided to act, for now it was a bit of a game for him to see just how comfortable she would get with him. “Do you have any preferences? I was just going to cook up a steak for myself but it’ll keep until tomorrow if you’d like something else.”

“Two reasons; my father was mentally abusive so I had this mindset where I was not good enough and didn’t socialize. Another was because he liked to make it out to his superiors that his family is perfect when we’re not. --No one’s perfect. But, now I have a mindset of simply not caring what other people think about me... while staying at home and eating cheesecake.” The little joke made her giggle softly. As he spoke and gestured to his home she looks around with a soft smile - but he didn’t always live alone... she thought to herself, remembering he spoke of his now deceased wife. How hard that must have been for him. The thought of losing someone you are romantically involved with was both scary and heartbreaking. She hadn’t realized she was so deep into such a tragic thought until she realized her brows had furrowed and her lips had a faint frown. She pushes the thought to the back of her mind and smiles once again.

“Don’t stress yourself. Couches are fine. I sleep on mine a lot as it is.” She spoke reassuringly, “Steak is fine. I’m not a picky eater. I’ll eat anything as long as it tastes good.” She noticed a piece of hair, in particular, that was out of place, hesitantly her right hand comes up, “I’m just gonna..” She whispers softly as fingers softly brush through his damp scalp to lay down the strand of hair. Once it was done her hand quickly retreated and she looked away in embarrassment, “B-but yes, steak is totally fine. I love meat and stuff.” She mentally slapped herself for being so awkward.

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Ahmanet -The Mummy

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“A fight is going on inside me,” said an old man. “It is a terrible fight between two wolves. One wolf is EVIL. He is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other wolf is GOOD. He is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith. The same fight is going on inside you.” The other thought about it for a minute and then asked, “Which wolf will win?” The old man replied simply,

                           “The one you feed.”

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A very, very important psa.

I am going to make this short and brief. Well, as brief as possible. It’s no surprise I have not been around a lot and that has not only to do with work, but I generally lost muse for this character. So, I am putting her on a semi-hiatus. Why a semi-hiatus? Because, I still plan on replying to the threads I already have going on here but I will not be open to do anything else/new.

I did, however make Vera Mayfair and she can be found on @generousoul and she will now be my main blog. All interactions there will be strictly new, unless plotted out otherwise and if you want to plot then just message me on my other blog instead of this one. THANK YOU FOR READING!!! I LOVE YOU!!!

- Vee

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“A fight is going on inside me,” said an old man. “It is a terrible fight between two wolves. One wolf is EVIL. He is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other wolf is GOOD. He is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith. The same fight is going on inside you.” The other thought about it for a minute and then asked, “Which wolf will win?” The old man replied simply,

                                                         “The one you feed.”

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A very, very important psa.

I am going to make this short and brief. Well, as brief as possible. It’s no surprise I have not been around a lot and that has not only to do with work, but I generally lost muse for this character. So, I am putting her on a semi-hiatus. Why a semi-hiatus? Because, I still plan on replying to the threads I already have going on here but I will not be open to do anything else/new.

I did, however make Vera Mayfair and she can be found on @generousoul and she will now be my main blog. All interactions there will be strictly new, unless plotted out otherwise and if you want to plot then just message me on my other blog instead of this one. THANK YOU FOR READING!!! I LOVE YOU!!!

- Vee

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A very, very important psa.

I am going to make this short and brief. Well, as brief as possible. It’s no surprise I have not been around a lot and that has not only to do with work, but I generally lost muse for this character. So, I am putting her on a semi-hiatus. Why a semi-hiatus? Because, I still plan on replying to the threads I already have going on here but I will not be open to do anything else/new.

I did, however make Vera Mayfair and she can be found on @generousoul and she will now be my main blog. All interactions there will be strictly new, unless plotted out otherwise and if you want to plot then just message me on my other blog instead of this one. THANK YOU FOR READING!!! I LOVE YOU!!!

- Vee