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Sinful slumbers

Helion x reader

Your mate has been performing his duties as high lord all day. who can blame you for pulling him into bed as soon as he comes back to you...

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Requested: no

Warnings: smut, oral F receiving, language, fluff near the end, Helion being the most sexy high lord, Helion also being a sweet little shit to the reader, fingering, like one mention of spitting

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Author's note: holy crap this turned out waaaay better than I expected, it also took on a mind of it's own from what I originally wanted but whatever I think it turned out pretty good. Feel free to let me know if I missed any tags and as always, enjoy!

Author's note 2: hey so like I said in my last post this is most likely going to be the last spicy fic that I write. I just don't really feel comfortable writing smutty fics anymore and like I said yesterday, I'm just clearing my drafts. Im fine with writing like suggestive stuff but thats gonna be the line. Enjoy!

"hello my love" You sidle up to him and press your lips to his jaw lovingly.

Helion instantly smiles as you press you kiss him. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to his body, your smaller body pressing firmly into his toned one.

"Hello, My beloved." He murmurs, his voice a low growl as he bends down to press his lips against your forehead. "I missed you, the days get boring without you."

"I missed you too," You bring your hands up to rest on his lowered back, your fingers slipping under his robes, caressing the chocolate skin lovingly.

The touch sends a shiver up Helion's spine, his body instantly reacting to your loving hands. As your fingers caress his lower back in soft, slow circles, he leans down into you giving him access to your neck. He gently tilts his head to press his lips against your ear.

"you know, I'm starting to think," he whispers, "You're wearing too many clothes."

"I could say the same for you sweetheart..." You place another open mouthed kiss on his throat. Helion hums at the feel of your tongue tracing a line up his neck before you bite softly at his collar bone. His head tilts back and his eyes flutter shut. He moans out a soft, "Gods..."

His hand reaches up to cup the back of your head, his fingers slipping into your hair, gently squeezing at the roots. "You're teasing me, sweetling..." he groans.

"I might be, but can you blame me. Look at what your wearing today."

You retract your hand from his clothes to grip his wrist and pressing his fingers to your lips, kissing his hand delicately while holding his stare. Helion's eyes darkened with desire as he watches you press kisses to his knuckles, the delicate action causing him to bite down hard on his bottom lip.

"I was trying to look professional today, love..." he murmurs, his eyes glued to your mouth against his hand, his heartbeat quickening in his chest. "But you always see through me, don't you? You always know just how to get a rise out of me..."

"you know I've always appreciated when you let your arms see the sun..." You give him a mischievous look as you place a kiss on the inside of his wrist next. "I love it almost as much as when you were nothing at all."

Helion shudders as your mouth presses against the sensitive inside of his wrist, the action sending a spark of desire through his body. He lets out a soft, shaky moan as his eyes meet yours. He knows that look, that wicked look on your face.

"Have you been thinking about my arms, love?" He teases, a sly smirk crossing his lips. "Do they excite you?"

"yes but not as much as your hands do..." You let your grip on your wrist falter and your wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him fully. Helion lets out a deep, throaty chuckle as your arms circle his neck, your body pressing fully against him. His own arms automatically wrap around your waist, his large hands settling on your back.

"My hands, darling? My hands..." he murmurs, his smile widening. He slowly guides you back until your body is pressed against a nearby wall, his hips pinning your body between himself and the cold, smooth stone.

"well you are very good at using them." You kiss him tugging slightly on the individual locks on his hair. A deep, guttural growl escapes Helion's throat as you tug on his hair, a shiver running through his body. His hands, the very same hands you were just speaking about, slowly make their way down your body until they reach your hips. He grips your hips tightly and pulls you flush against him, his entire body pressing against yours.

"You have no idea, my love, The things I could do to you with my hands..." he purrs, his lips just millimeters away from your ear, before his teeth lock around your lobe gently.

"show me..." You push against his chest softly and grab the front of his draped, cream tunic. pulling him to the bad before wrapping your arms around his neck again and dragging him down onto the bed to hover over you. Helion growls low in his throat as you guide him towards the bed, his eyes darkening with desire.

He complies willingly, crawling onto the bed with you until he's hovering above, his body dwarfing yours. He positions himself between your legs, his hands slowly making their way to your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress higher and higher up your legs.

"Are you sure, love? Once I start, I'm not sure I'll be able to stop myself from keeping you here long into the morning... Again..." He chucked knowing that there are very few days where you both get a full night of sleep.

you wave your hand and a golden glow covers your clothing before dissipating the warm evening air blowing through the open windows and over your naked, heated skin. "My love, I've been your mate long enough to know that once you start something you won't stop until your satisfied with what ever it is your doing."

Helion smirks as you cast away your clothing, his eyes roaming over your bare body, his gaze hot and hungry as he takes you in. He groans quietly, his fingers slowly beginning to trail over your bare skin, leaving a trail of electricity in their wake.

"You're right, my love," he murmurs, his voice lower than ever. "Once I start, I won't stop until I have you begging to have me inside you, to have me fucking you until you melt. That's my favorite part," he adds, leaning down to press his lips to the pulse point on your neck. you hum in content as you gently grasp his hand and run it down your skin, starting at the swell of your breast all the way down to your pussy, a shiver overtaking you in result to the touch of the pads of his strong fingers.

Helion's hand follows the path you guide, his fingers sliding over your skin, tracing soft circles over your abdomen and hip bones, his touch leaving a trail of fire where ever he reaches. He feels you shiver under his touch and he smirks in response, his mouth never leaving your throat.

"You're sensitive today, love," he rasps against your skin, his lips finding a particularly sensitive spot on your neck and gently sucking on it.

"I've been waiting for you to finish with your duties all day... Mmm" His skilled fingers finally finding their mark and gently running through you sopping slit and pressing to curl inside you deliciously. You run your hands up the sides of his muscled arms as your eyes close happily. A small moan escapes Helion's lips at the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulders on the way down, his muscles tensing under your touch. He lets out a shaky breath as he continues his assault to your neck, nipping at the space behind your ear his lips and teeth leaving a trail of markings on your skin.

"You've been waiting for this all day, love? Were you thinking about this, darling? While I was out doing my duties? I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long, beloved."

"I dreamt about you this morning, and you didn't even stay long enough to fuck me even once..." You ground down and let out a light sound as your hand found his head, pulling his face down to your chest. Helion growls against your breast as you finally pull his face down, his hands pulling away from your pussy to grip your hips, stilling your movements.

"You dreamt about me this morning," He murmurs, his voice slightly strained. "I'm so sorry my love, did you get off to the memory in my absence? You poor thing..."

He gently nips at the sensitive flesh, as he buried his head between your breasts, his hot breath against your skin making your body throb as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. His hands slowly trail down your thighs, rubbing up and down your legs, as he spreads the wide exposing your naked heat to him.

"You must be so needy, love. All worked up and aching for me... Mhmm I didn't mean to leave you all alone for so long but I had so much to do. I'm sorry, lovely." you let him arrange your legs so he can lay between them, holding your thighs up to his waist as he returned to the peaked mound on your chest.

Helion takes his place between your legs, his muscular body towering over yours. He keeps your thighs spread gently under his weight, his hands gripping flesh of your legs, his fingers squeezing gently as he looks down at you with hunger in his eyes.

"That's it...spread for me, love," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "Spread for me so I can make you feel good." He continues his attention on your chest, his lips and tongue dancing over your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His lips then find their way down to the side of your hip, biting gently before swirling his tongue over the skin as he sucks gently. He then moves his body lower, gently kissing and sucking along your stomach as he moves, his hands roaming the outside of your thighs, massaging the skin, caressing it carfully as if you were made of glass.

"You are so beautiful, darling. So beautiful and mine... only mine," he whispers against your skin, his mouth moving lower. He shuffles down the bed gracefully until he's positioned between your legs, his head resting comfortably between your thighs. He looks up at you through hooded eyes, a sly smirk on his lips as he looks at you, his golden brown eyes almost completely darkened by lust and desire.

"Mhmm...look how perfect you are... just for me," he murmurs, his hands gripping, squeezing your your ass. He leans down and places a kiss on the inside of one of your thighs, his mouth gently nipping at the skin there as he looks at you, his eyes boring into yours.

"And you're all mine, my love," he growls, his voice low and rumbling. "All mine to touch...to taste...to fuck... All fucking mine..." His mouth moves closer to your center, and he blows a puff of cold air over your pussy causing you to shiver in his hold. as he looks at you with darkened eyes, his lips hovering over the sensitive flesh.

"And I'm going to take my time with you tonight, love. I'm going to take my time to make you feel so good, to make you scream for me," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours.

His mouth then descends, his tongue licking a wide stripe throughout folds. He pulled away and spit down onto you before his tongue flicked out to taste you, to tease you. He moans out softly as he does, his eyes rolling back for a moment at the taste of you, his hands gripping around your thighs to push your hips into the bad pinning you down completely.

"Mhmm...you taste so good, lovely, so sweet my love."

He begins to feast on you, his tongue delving into you, tasting you as much as he can, his body pressing you down into the bed, his hands holding you in place, preventing you from arching up to escape the assault of his tongue. helion lay stomach first on the bed and ground into the bed search for at least some relief for his aching cock.

It didn't take long at all for you to be a crying mess while pulling at his gold cuff adorned locks. Helion groans against you as you pull on his hair, loving the way you react to his ministrations. He loves how he can reduce you to a screaming, begging mess so quickly, his mouth and tongue working you higher and higher. he digs his hips into the bed, rutting harder than he'd like to admit and groans into you as you try to buck your hips up, but he holds them firm to the mattress.

Helion lets out a low, feral growl as you try to thrust your hips up to ride his tongue, his fingers holding your hips in place. his large body still keeping you trapped against the bed, unable to move much at all. He looks up from his position to glare at up you, his eyes dark eyes giving you a look of warning to behave, as he delves his tongue back into you... you voice wavers as you feel your stomach start to flip, the familiar burn in your core before you explode approaching quickly before...

"good morning my love."

The sound of morning birds chirping and sunlight showing through your closed lids. You felt lips on your forehead as you slowly open your sleep heavy eyes. Your mate helion was looking down at you smiling, already dressed for the day as he caressed your cheek lovingly.

"Did you sleep well? You sure sounded like you were sleeping well." Helion said a mischievous glint in his eyes as he smiled down at you. You groaned and lifted an arm to cover your eyes and you turned away from him slightly embarrassed.

"Where are you going so early, the sun hasn't even fully risen yet." You scooch up the bed so your sitting up under the covers. How it it that your mate is allowed to look like one of the gods themselves at the time of morning when you know that you look far worse for wear after helion had his way with you last night.

"I have an insane amount of meetings today, I most likely won't be back until after dinner." He stood planting another kiss to the top of your hair as you tried to lure him back to bed. You drop the sheet to expose your chest and try to tug at he's clothes but he grabs your hands gently and pulls them away from his clothes to kiss them both gently. "As much as I would love to stay in with you today, my love, I unfortunately do have important matters to attend to."

You watched intently as he left your bedroom after reming you to get some more rest. As much as you were aware today would be a very long one after such an unsatisfying morning, you had never been so glad that you just so happened to be a seer. A very long day indeed but at least now you know exactly what you have to look forward to once your mate returns home this evening.

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sashasedah · 1 day ago

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Here I am, hours later, still crying about Furiosa and Praetorian Jack. George Miller, Nico Lathouris, Anya Taylor-Joy and Tom Burke are geniuses. They completely sold me on just how much these characters loved each other.

Furiosa coming out of a nightmare, wielding a knife, to be caught by Jack. He doesn’t say it’s all right or that she’s safe, she doesn’t say it was just a bad dream. They don’t say anything. Jack eases her back down to her cot and they settle down, aware of each other.

Jack stitching up Furiosa’s shoulder in a hidden spot in the Citadel, Furiosa showing Jack the peach seed that she’s kept hidden in her hair for so long, proving that the Green Place is out there, asking him to come with her, pressing her forehead to his while cupping the back of his head, showing him her love in the manner of her people, and him returning the gesture. After fifteen years, she’s finally going home, and he’s coming with her.

And then...

Spoilers beyond here!!!

And then:

The battle of the Bullet Farm, which is where the strength and force of their love really started to batter me. Furiosa manages to avoid the ambush and get out of the Farm before the gate closes, and Jack could easily have slipped through the gate to join her, but he sees the enemy forces mustering and knows they’ll quickly be hunted down if there's nothing to stop their pursuers. He shoots off a green flare that clearly tells Furiosa to abandon him and get the hell out of there, intending to sacrifice himself so that she has a chance to escape and set off for the Green Place. Furiosa does drive off, but gets maybe five metres before she decides ‘fuck this’ and goes back in to try and save him. And she saves him from his pursuers and she saves him from falling to his death, and they get to their escape vehicle and drive off, with nary a word spoken or exchanged until they’re on the flat and heading for freedom. And even then, all that’s mentioned is what direction they should take to reach the Green Place. That's it. They don’t need anything else. They survived, they got out, they're together, they’re going to be all right.

And they almost make it. They almost get away.

When they’re captured by Dementus and forced onto their knees, there’s no special close up on them; mostly they’re on the edge of the shot while Dementus is ranting centre stage or screaming into their faces. They pay no heed to him. That love infuriates Dementus. He shrieks, he tears at them, but he can’t break them. He doesn’t matter. What matters is that they spend their last moments touching each other, leaning into each other, pressing their foreheads together, breathing deep, loving each other.

There are no parting words between Furiosa and Jack, no declarations or promises or screams of despair, but it hit me so hard and cut so deep that the second to last time we see Jack’s face, he’s craning desperately to see what’s happening to Furiosa, trying to get one final precious glimpse of her, before he’s quite literally dragged to his awful death.

We don’t see Furiosa’s reaction to her torture on multiple fronts, as she is strung up by her maimed arm and forced to watch Jack die. We’ve seen her scream and weep for her mother, but this moment is hers alone. It’s not for us.

How fitting it is that Jack saves Furiosa one last time, as his execution distracts Dementus and his crew from noticing that Furiosa has cut off her own arm to escape.

The last time we see Jack’s face is in Furiosa’s last nightmare.

Furiosa doesn’t mention Jack in her final showdown with Dementus, when she screams about her mother and her stolen childhood. But from what’s shown to us, I think that the spot in the Citadel when she imprisons Dementus and grows the peach tree in the midst of his emaciated, maggot-ridden body…is the same place where Jack stitched up her wounded shoulder, where she showed him the peach seed, where she asked him to come with her to the Green Place and he accepted, where she showed him her love in the manner of her people, where they embraced. Where she avenged herself and Jack, upon the man who destroyed their lives.

Where Furiosa now plucks the first fruit of the tree to bring to the Five Wives, whom she will bring with her to the Green Place.

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sashasedah · 27 days ago

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Starr ⭑ Cantrell

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sashasedah · 1 month ago

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When Alice in Chains' first bassist Mike Starr was hanging out with Staley the day before his death Layne revealed that he'd seen Demri recently in his apartment. Staley said:

"Demri was here last night. I don't give a f*ck if you f*cking believe me or not, dude. I'm telling you: Demri was here last night."

Layne was beyond devastated by Demri’s death, which makes sense because he blamed himself for getting her into the heroin that tragically killed her.

Mark Lanegan said: “He never recovered from Demri’s death. After that, I don’t think he wanted to go on.”

It was rumored that he asked Demri’s mom for a teddy bear of Demri’s to keep after she passed that was found in his apartment years later when he passed away.

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sashasedah · 1 month ago

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I’m so obsessed with random pictures of Layne and Demri’s decorating lol.

The photo booth pictures in the first image are so cute also

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sashasedah · 1 month ago

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A brief glimpse of a smiling Demri in the wild! This was filmed at The Offramp in Seattle, Washington on February 1st, 1991 by Jeff McEwen! *scroll*

During the performance, Layne also jokingly banters with who I assume is his friend, Boyd, about going home with him instead of Demri:“Thanks Boyd—does that mean I got a date tonight?! Hey Demri, I’m going home with Boyd! That’s it, I’m in love.”

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NEW ENTRY ON MY BLOG!

On October 29, 1996, Demri passed away of acute intoxication caused by the combined effects of opiate, meprobamate, and butalbital when she was only 27.

Demri and Layne in the Spring of 1990 by Krista Kay.

Her last few years, since around Thanksgiving 1993, her health began taking a turn for the worse. She told her mother she had been having fevers in excess of a hundred degrees. Austin told Demri the next time it happened, she should go to the hospital. The first of many hospitalizations happened shortly after. “She came in to the hospital for the first time at the end of November of ‘93. She was in until January of ‘94. She got out and was back in in March of ‘94 and at that time put on life support,” Austin recalled. “When she would be in, she would come in to the emergency room. They would admit her up into a medicine floor; then she’d go from the medicine floor to the Intensive Care Unit and life support, and then she wouldn’t die. So she’d go back to the medicine floor – she’d be on IV and antibiotics for a month. This went on and on and on. She had her lungs operated on twice. She had her heart operated on twice [she had a heart valve repaired and another replaced and the pacemaker implanted age 26]. She suffered miserably.” [1]

Jacque: “She was very sick in the end. She’d had open heart surgery and had nerve damage to her feet which were mostly numb. She had no body fat at all, and was cold all the time. Often the car’s heater would be on full blast, even on a nice day, everyone would be sweating and she’d be shivering and wearing a sweater.” [2]

According to Amber Ferrano, Dave Navarro was the one who brought up the endocarditis . They had the doctors check and found it on the back of Demri’s heart valve.

Demri with Dave Navarro ca. 1994 in a medical facility.

Amber Ferrano: “Dave was my go-to person as someone who had kicked to help Layne and Demri when various things came up with them regarding drugs because they had used with him in the past when Jane’s Addiction came through town and now clean. Dave was their inspiration. He was in AA, and though they didn’t believe in AA they loved him, he was non-jugemental and kind. They really wanted to show him they could get clean. Bob Timmins helped too. They thought if lifers could get clean because of him there was hope.

Dave was the one who brought up the endocarditis, asking if that is what she had. It was the first time we heard of it. All those times in the hospital. They ended up finding it on the back of her heart valve.”

While in the ICU, Austin said Demri was conscious but intubated – she had a tube inserted down her throat to help her breathe, which she despised. She would tell her mother, “I hate being fucking intubated. I can’t talk, and these people come and they ask me these fucking questions, and I can’t fucking talk, and I feel like a fucking fish in a fucking fishbowl.” She communicated by writing on a small blackboard with a piece of chalk. [1]

Despite the multiple hospitalizations and brushes with death, Demri continued using drugs. She had seemingly accepted that her addiction was going to kill her.

Amber Ferrano: “I brought mortuary books in to Demri at the hospital when Layne got back from New York in April of 1996. I, of course, shocked Demri and said I thought we could go coffin shopping. Of course when Layne got there she told on me. When she first saw them she was balling saying she didn’t want to die. Layne talked about all the issues. I said you have to be clean to fix those issues and they get less and less. The thing with them was people waiting outside their home with drugs as a way to befriend them or mailing it to them. It killed Layne when he got letters about people using. He didn’t write to glorify it, it was cathartic to work his way through it."

Barbara Dearaujo: “She was in and out of the hospital for months at a time before she actually passed away. I would go visit her and she had all the nurses going crazy. She put up all her drawings and flowers all over the walls and did things she wasn’t supposed to do like take off with her IV and go out and smoke. She was a wild child... My heart goes out to her mom. She was a good mother and she tried so hard to help Demri, but Demri was her own woman and she lived in the extreme always. She was a broken child. Grasping for something to relieve some deep pain that no one but her knew.”

One of the last photos of Demri alive, as far as her mum knew. Demri and her mum Kathleen on September 1996. Kathleen sent this photo to Memories of Demri instagram (no longer exists).

Donald John: “I was very close with Demri Parrott, knew her during her last year of life. I met her at the hospital through a friend and became very close to her. I used to visit her a lot while in the hospital, and we had some very deep spiritual conversations about everything, including her relationship with Layne from the start to the end. She even gave me a pair of sunglasses that was his. I used to read books to her and let her borrow a lot of my books, especially art books, to keep her busy. I used to hold her while she cried and watched her while she slept. I used to go outside with her when she wanted to smoke and when she was feeling better to walk, and met her mother. I even got to check out her mother’s home which had a lot of pictures of Demri of her modeling days and stuff. Sometimes on her breaks she would come to my apartment that was like 5 min walk away from the hospital. She would come over and we would do heroin together and paint pictures with my art supplies, sitting Indian style on the floor listening to music. Then when she was released from the hospital she stayed with me for a while in my place and even slept in the same bed with me, we never had sexual relations but were deep friends and something more. She and Layne at the time were pretty much over even though he visited her while in the hospital. Sometimes we would cuddle in bed and she was so skinny. When she would leave to do her errands around town she would sometimes come back with gifts, like one time I got a cool wallet from her and a necklace with an angel on it – at the time I had my first tattoo of an angel on my forearm. When me and Demri first met I was just smoking heroin, then I started shooting and when she found out she was very upset. Time had passed and I saw her frequently. Then I found out about her death.” [2]

The other of the last photos of Demri alive, as far as her mum knew. Demri and her mum Kathleen on September 1996. Kathleen sent this photo to Memories of Demri instagram (no longer exists).

Ryan Kalsbeck:“Demri was staying for a bit with me at my old apartment off 45th and Lake City Way, we had been friends for years by this point but her addiction was sad for me to see. We had long serious conversations about a lot of things. Personal, to say the least. But she always carried her Leather Modeling Portfolio with her everywhere she would go or where she was staying, but she made me promise to please hold on to this portfolio for her and don’t let anyone around it or in it and she would eventually have a solid place to bring it to and for safe keeping. I never let one picture wander off into anyone ever. I promised Demri I would guard it and I knew how important this was to her fading life. She was so afraid of loosing this or someone stealing it, probably swiping rare as f*ck photos of her and Layne, stacks of the two in different vintage clothing. But I had her portfolio in my possession for at least 1 year, and one day like normal she left my apartment and I was still sleeping. Said, ‘I’ll see you at the Off Ramp later tonight.’ I wasn’t surprised to not run into her that night, and this was one of the last times of her disappearing, no one hearing from her for months at a time. But she always popped up at someone’s place eventually. The story is deep, and thick, and personal for me to speak of.”

Terri Brannon: “Last time I saw her, I went over to Carolina Court to say goodbye because I was moving back to Arkansas. I had a very sad feeling when I hugged her. I knew in my heart I’d never see her again. She was so full of life back then. A wild gypsy child. Reminded me of myself many years before. It’s been years and years, but you never forget Demri. She is unforgettable.” [2]

Demri's graveyard at Miller-Woodlawn Memorial Park, Bremerton, Washington, USA

During her final days, Demri was staying with an older man named Tom, the father of a friend of hers, at his place in Bothell. According to Amber Ferrano, he was a drug dealer, Demri was staying with him because he had klonopin so she wouldn’t have seizures. Demri had lived something of a nomadic existence, staying with different people for periods of a few days to a few weeks at a time. Toward the end of her life, it became very difficult for her to find a place to stay.

On the afternoon of October 28, 1996, Tom drove Demri into Seattle. She told him she wanted a few things from a Fred Meyer grocery store. When he arrived at the store, Demri was unconscious, and he couldn’t wake her. He went into the store to pick up her things, leaving the car engine running so she wouldn’t get cold. He came out of the store, drove home, and still couldn’t wake her. He left her in the car unconscious so he could do his laundry. He eventually realized something was seriously wrong.

Demri was eventually brought in to the emergency room at Evergreen Hospital in Kirkland at 7:30 P.M. – two and a half hours after she first lost consciousness. Her mother got a phone call from the hospital, telling her Demri was there.

Kathleen asked the doctors if Demri could hear her. The doctors told her they thought she could. She clutched Demri’s hand and said, “Dem, if you have a choice to stay or to go, you don’t have to stay for me anymore.” During previous hospitalizations, she had always told her to fight, to to survive. This time was different. [1]

Jack Plasky: “The first time I met Layne was when he came by my studio after Demri passed. We hung out for about six or seven hours. We went through Demri’s pictures. We did not talk much, it was more like sharing with me his pain. He was not a rock god that day, just a regular person who wanted to share the loss with each other. We had a very strong bond based on our love and caring for Demri, and her feelings for us. I got a strong true feeling from him when he looked at Demri’s pictures, that life held nothing for him anymore.”

Ariel Layton: “Demri used to spend a lot of time with my girlfriend, Jana. She actually passed away in my friend Tom’s truck. I also ended up couch-surfing at Buddah’s around the same time as Layne shortly after she passed. He had photos of her everywhere, it was very sad.”

Kathleen Austin: “Derek loved Dem so much and nothing she did would ever change that. He spoke at her funeral, ‘If my sister got on the ferry in Seattle, she knew everyone on the boat by the time it reached Bremerton’.”

Clay: “Demri, it’s been 13 years [March, 2009] since you went to be with Jesus and I still miss you so much sweetie. I’m so glad we got to share all the time with each other before you left us. When we prayed and talked about Heaven and The Lord, it still makes me think about how I look forward to seeing you again and being with you forever. I hope all the world knows you are with Christ now and your faith in Him, so they can have the same hope we shared. I’ll always treasure your Bible your grandma gave me, until we are together again. Love you always, Clay.”

Brochure from Demri’s memorial service, which was held on November 2, 1996. Shared by Marisi Sojit and posted by “Comunidad Alice in Chains Chile” Facebook group. Found via Instagram: memoriesofdemri (no longer exists)

Carolyn Hart Gutierrez: “She was one of the most amazingly trusting, compassionate, openhearted persons I’ve ever known, albeit briefly. We went to the same high school, and she was a friend of my younger sister. I have often thought about her over the years. It broke my heart to hear that she was gone from this Earth. I always imagined that she grew up and became a happy little momma who would teach her children to believe in magic and that if you wish on a star your wish will come true, and to dance in the rain. That’s what I believe. Demri may be gone, but she is never forgotten.” [2]

Krisha Augerot: "She was like the sweetest, cutest, tiny hippie chick – just adorable and gorgeous. Never would I have ever imagined what happened to her happening".

Mara Whelan: “My dear soul sister, she extracted the truly beautiful parts of my soul and made me unafraid. She brought light into the depths of darkness from within. She loved all my ugliness and glorified my uniqueness.

Demri and I lived together, slept together as sister spoons, hitchhiked all up and down the coast and back and forth to Seattle from Everett a million times. We lived in Seattle together in multiple places. When we didn’t live together, even when the drugs came into play, we never lost each other.

She was the most beautiful soul that ever existed. What I would do to feel her hand in mine again.”

Barbara Dearaujo: “Demri was an artist herself, a model and someone who could always make you laugh. She was the type of person who when she entered a room full of people all eyes would be on her. She sucked the energy from the room and then blasted it back out at you and made you laugh and smile. She was so different than everyone else and everyone knew it who met her. Geeky, funny, caring, talented and unique girl who could of owned the world if she had not got caught up in what was going on around her. She was a star in her own right.”

*All the information has been collected from the "Memories of Demri" document shared on google drive*

Sources cited:

[1] Alice in Chains: The Untold Story by David de Sola

[2] Instagram: memoriesofdemri (no longer exists)

*VERY SPECIAL THANKS TO LITTLE QUEENIES AND MEMORIES OF DEMRI*

Some great Demri sites you MUST check:

Little Queenies tumblr blog - Demri info

Little Queenies' collection of Demri's photos hosted at Google Photos

Memories of Demri document hosted on Google Drive

Videos of Demri hosted on Google Drive

World of Demri on Instagram

World of Demri substack blog