blocdlust

[blocdlust]

there was something unsettling about calmer night shifts like these for dominik. being used to hectic environment and potentially high stake situations, this particular night proved the opposite. not that they weren't glad, of course. less people in the hospital, the better for everybody else. except the doctors. except them. perhaps this is exactly what an extended smoke break called for. rumination of their purpose. the prospect of it alone in dom's mind prompted their lips to slightly curl upward due to the irony of the current situation they found themselves in. perhaps they were exactly where they were supposed to be.

a tiny sigh left them as the physician hovered over the railing slightly, taking in the moment only for a specific scent to distract dom from their pondering. a painfully familiar sensation of itching gums denoting a possibility of fangs making its guest star appearance once more overwhelmed them a for short moment that was quickly cut off by the others sharp yet direct voice. ❝ hm? ❞ taking a slight turn towards the stranger, dom only then processed what was being asked of them in the process of their swift hand fishing out a lighter from the pocket of their coat. ❝ it seems like it might've lost the will to live. clearly is lacking that fire in them. ❞ dom pointed out with a certain playful glint in their eyes as a firm flame emerged at the top of their lighter which was already positioned right below the other's cigarette.

only then did they take a proper look at the person currently standing next to them and the evident damage they suffered to due circumstances and situation completely unknown to them. despite that though, there was a particular edge to them that suggested they were not on the losing end. ❝ let me guess [   ...   ] i should see the other guy? ❞

with dominik fletcher @ oldham general hospital , it's late at night ; a trip to the hospital calls for a smoke. naturally.

fresh  out  of  the  hospital  with  seven  stitches  above  their  left  brow  while  their  nose  and  upper  lip  are  stained  with  blood  , jag  pushes  into  the  night  air ,  almost  desperately.  hating  and even fearing everything  about  hospitals  ( the smell , the lights , the overbearingness of it all ) she  needed  to  get  out.  thankfully  it  wasn't  busy  tonight  so  the  visit  wasn't  long.  it  simply  annoyed  her  that  she  was  pushed  into  going in the first place.  they  could  have  done  the  stitches  themselves  but  after  the  scuffle  they  got  into  paramedics  wanted  to  make  sure  there  was  no  internal  bleeding  and  yadda ,  yadda ,  yadda.  holding  the  lighter  in  hand ,  they  flick  the  spark - wheel  and  ignition  button,  causing  a  small  flame  to  spark ,  yet  not  enough  to  light  the  cigarette  between  her  lips. ❛  shit  ,  motherfuckin'  —  fuck.  off.  ❜  she  groans with frustration while trying  again  and  again  and  again to get the lighter to work. it barley gives off a spark.  turning  sharply  ,  jag  moves  to  the  closest  person  they  spot.  ❛  y'have  a  lighter  i  can  use ? mine decided that right now was the perfect opportunity to die. ❜

[blocdlust]

things rarely went as one would expect. especially when it came to jisu's occasional temper. one the trainer struggled to take note of existing during their years back in military. it hasn't been that long and yet here they were, gradually changing into someone or rather ― something they barely recognized. it was the only logical explanation. well, as logical as one could be. it was the wolf's nature and with it came certain traits and qualities jisu was slowly adapting to. yet in the midst of it all, something, someone somewhere is going to inevitably slip through one's fingers. this time, it happened to be ducky ― a guest the trainer was not expecting to receive at such an hour.

the lack of a reply only registered in their brain after a couple more moments, thus jisu doing a double take after, now slightly intrigued whether the other even heard them or simply decided to ignore the trainers moody behavior. which, would've been more than fair. but then, they were met with someone who decided to put their hands to work in order to communicate instead of their voice, which was a change jisu did not see coming. the realization of the situation hit them like a truck and the fact that they did not know how to sign only added additional complications. that is, until a sight of hope appeared right in front of their eyes.

what looked like a tiny bat-like creature appeared right from under the other's leather jacket and soon enough jisu received their long awaited answer. or more like a nudge to repeat themselves. a quick glance towards the gym and back to the other, the trainer inhaled before ensuring clarity and proper eye-contact in the process of expressing their question one more time. ❝ are you just going to stand there? there's plenty of space inside if you'd like to check it out for yourself. ❞ it was a casual suggestion, one that did not add any unnecessary pressure on the other. normally they would've just approached the entrance to their gym at this point, yet jisu decided against it, given their last experience and how their previous statement did not land as successfully as they hoped for.

Ducky had been pushed to take a walk - leave the bed & breakfast without a destination in mind. Their employees often stated the hope that Ducky would find places they enjoyed as much as the bed & breakfast, but Ducky had yet to find the place that brought them as much comfort. They didn't want to leave their land - they felt connected to it -- they could feel what their father felt with the farm. They knew now why he hadn't given up the land to pay for his treatment.

They had walked to fists of fury with the idea of going inside - but when they stopped and looked in - they were struck with the memory of their brother learning - he had dedication to the art Aunt Grace had pushed him towards. He loved this place - though Ducky couldn't understand the allure. They didn't like a place they didn't know all the exits to.

Perhaps they'd still be standing there if their small gifted-familiar didn't pop out from her spot under Ducky's leather jacket. The creature nudged against their chin to draw their attention away from the memory they were re-living and back to the present. They followed where the bat-like furry creature flew -- she was doing her job by leading Ducky to the source of noise trying to get their attention. "I can't hear you," they signed to the other. "Want to talk louder?"

Their creature fluttered back to them and rested on their shoulder, her wings folding back against her back and preened before it telepathically broadcasted what Ducky was signing. The creature interpreted for them, which she did only when she thought that the person didn't know sign. (( Not everyone in Oldham knew sign, and Ducky knew they weren't being fair to the other person. ))

They pointed to the interior and then back over their shoulder. They had been considering going inside but then decided against it.

[blocdlust]

an unreachable itch existed within them. one that would nag at them from inside out and the intensity of it depended on simple criteria ― the opponent currently facing them. the intensity of which their tongue prompted jisu to push back, challenge and most importantly ― win, whenever lou was involved in some capacity, was indescribable. almost like a underlying need to prove themselves to the gorgon was one of their long-set goals. jisu did not have to prove themselves to anyone, let alone some gym regular. that very line repeatedly played in their mind like a broken record whenever lou would leave their line of sight and come to an abrupt stop upon the other's return. it was all very insufferable. lou was.

❝ don't you have anything better to do with your time than to show up here as often as you do? ❞ an unavoidable distraction. that's what lou was. one that jisu could use a break from. heck, the place they owned deserved to be properly looked after. instead, what it received in actuality was... an absent-minded and chaotic werewolf. one that was in desperate need to regain their discipline and solid footing. fast. ❝ as far as i'm concerned, there is no need for additional training hours to be a part of your daily agenda. ❞ they have sparred enough times for jisu to form a clear judgement on lou's skills and impeccable physique. a wonder would often cross their mind about the true intentions behind the gorgon's frequent visits.

and yet. the calmness that their body radiated whenever they'd show up never ceased to throw jisu off balance. not only that, though. it would get under their skin for some unknown reason or another. this time was not an exception. the stillness in lou's, from the first glance, delicate, yet swift and deadly motions could put practically anyone under the gorgon's spell. in jisu's case, that manifested in a clenched jaw and sharp intake of oxygen. lou was there to throw them off their game whatever chance they could muster to grasp. a sparring session in the middle of the street surrounded by dim lighting and breeze flowing between, allowing just enough room to prevent either of them from overheating sounded way too appealing to them now, yet there was a tiny, stubborn part of them that begged to differ. begged for a voice of reason. today was not the day of the trainer park's downfall. not today.

❝ is that so [   ...   ] ❞ the trainer trailed off as the pair settled into something that could mostly be compared to a staring contest. battle of wits. sparring session on the street. except, all physicality taken out of the equation. the sparring took place in the energetic field instead and oh, just how strongly it was felt. ❝ it's getting late. there are more appropriate places for us to practice. if that's what you're wishing to gain from this encounter. ❞ with that jisu turned on their heel and proceeded to unlock the main entrance of the gym not without a certain shiver running down their spine at the thought of lou's focused yet fiery gaze following their every step.

the plot twist came in the form of a knife: lou was the gorgon who had petrified many in their lifetime. the centuries of their years carved into their shoulders, in a snaking of tattoos now visible due to them being in their training attire — which was, for all intents and purposes, little more than loose joggers and a man's undershirt. ribbed in cotton, almost see through across their chest, over which their tattooed arms were crossed. they arched their brow at the steaming cup of coffee, unmoving except for the singular tendrils of hair spilling from their low bun, and even those only moved due to the wind unable to be controlled. there were some things in this life that lou could not freeze with their impenetrable gaze. nature was one. jisu was another.

jisu was always moving around. the whirling towards lou was of no different candour — except that it was. it trembled between them like something thrashing on the low ground. lou turned towards them as well, then approached. they kept their steps as slow and as measured as the stillness which had first garnered the annoyance. in a sense, perhaps there was some satisfaction in having done so. having had to deal with their annoying little sibling on his jet-ski, endangering half the population of the town on the beach alone, had placed lou in a mood that only a physicality of another kind could solve. they were here near opening. no crime had been committed.

"yes." spoken in the shortened tone of: now what? "until you unlock the door. then i'll head inside. that's how these things are supposed to go, isn't it?" they had come here even when the previous owner had been around. were known by name. it was highly intriguing to them that jisu took over. now lou saw them all the time. hm. "but if your afternoon has been the type of asshole i've been dealing with, we might as well have a spar right here. neither of us are going to make it."

[blocdlust]

❝ 'hello?' [   ...   ] we see each other any other day. i think we are way past formalities by now. ❞ the young werewolf stated matter of fact before turning back and over to the entrance and unlocking the doors swiftly, the muscle memory picking up the repetitive motions over the past several years.

❝ mind reminding me how long were you a life guru for? you definitely don't strike me as a life coach. no offence. ❞ usually jisu wouldn't stress over offending anyone with their blunt remarks, yet given the period of time the two of them knew each other, there was a certain nudge to explain themselves before altan took any of what they said to heart. the slightly bitter taste of the coffee kept jisu grounded in reality as they headed through the spacious training grounds, pondering on the piece of advice altan threw their way. ❝ so that's your lesson of the day? keep my distance from other wolves near midnight? [   ...   ] yeah i've learned that lesson the hard way roughly ten years ago, that is precisely why i prefer to stay indoors around this time. ❞ it was no light memory to look back to, that was for sure, yet it stayed intact, mainly by jisu's own choice to ensure that the same mistake wouldn't be made twice. ❝ would've been great to know this piece of information when i first moved here. perhaps that would've saved me from an unfortunate fate. ❞

patience has never been one of altan's strongest suites. but in the hundred and sixty years he's been alive, it's to no one's surprise that even he, the youngest and hungriest of the demirel children, has learned what it means to bide his time. approaching a wolf both older and much younger than him requires that patience he has long trained into himself. he can wait.

yet, he wastes no time to open his mouth as soon as the acknowledgment comes. despite the irritation prickling jisu's voice, altan stands his ground. "i was waiting for you to come to your senses and say hello," he says drily. "besides, you should know better than anyone that surprising a wolf so close to nightfall is only recipe for trouble. i couldn't tell if you'd realized i've been standing here." he moves from his perch against the pillar across the door, ready to follow them back into the boxing center they own. "consider my other options. to come into your gym unwelcomed, or to sneak behind you. both of which would have netted me a fist to my face, no doubt."

[blocdlust]

❝ and we both know very well that accidents do not happen multiple times in a row. ❞ there was zero hesitation when it came to dom's quick comebacks. the truth of the situation was known to the two of them, yet dominik continued to point it out and eve continued as they pleased pushing themsself closer and closer to their limit like a moth desperate to touch the light, disregarding all the potential dangers in the process. the stubborness or unconditional devotion ( or both ) that evie showed to all of their clients was as much admirable as it was frustrating at times for dom to witness, but there was no denying their infinite gratitude. and ensuring their dear friend understood and felt it was one of dom's top priorities on the list at all times.

a tiny playful eye roll made an appearance at eve's following statement as a set of two specific memories flashed before the vampire's eyes. ❝ okay, those two times you hadn't vocally forbidden me from using the back door so [   ...   ] ❞ a semi-innocent shrug came right after as dom averted their gaze to check out the rest of the apothecary. the feeling within it was somewhat different than the one they would receive during the day. not only was it darker outside, the place suffered the effects of it within its walls. like a constant shadow following each and every one of your movements. and yet it brought some odd sense of comfort for dominik. the type they missed each time they stepped out through the entrance doors. or was it actually connected to the mortal spending most of their time there? the thought had not crossed their mind before so there was no knowing at that very moment. the idea itself was worth taking note of, though. which is exactly what dom ended up doing mentally, storing one of the intriguing concepts in its appropriate box in their mind.

❝ hot vampire dates? oh no [   ...   ] you must've been thinking of someone else. ❞ given their long shifts at the hospital, countless of hours visiting and spending quality time with the few close friends that they had and taking time for themselves, there really was no additional window for anything else. not that dom didn't want to entertain the idea. it was a nice one to ponder about ― remember. there was, one precious love in their already long life time, after all. ❝ i'm no good at those, believe me. ❞ no good or rather not ready to take such a leap..? the answer must've gotten lost somewhere in the space filled between those two statements, but they weren't going to explore those now.

❝ i decided to lighten your load a bit and seek out a couple of your fellow colleagues, instead. and i am aware that it might not be the news you were expecting to hear but ― i'm doing this for your own good. ❞ it certainly was no easy task for anyone to break such news to their closest of friends and yet the guilt within them, or more like consciousness pressed them to do the right thing. it was either that or potentially having to lose eve forever. how could they ever even dare to take such a risk?!

in the half-hearted darkness of their back room, evie gritted their teeth. in this place, the happiness fell to the wayside, indicating more truth in their mannerisms than the countenance they portrayed for the most part. it wasn't that the eve in the daylight was the wrong kind; only that they came back even more wrong at night, and in that darkness was where they kept this version of themself. a single droplet of crimson, a needle in their other hand, attempting to get up the gumption for one more. because that was the true seeking of knowledge: wishing for one more, knowing that it won't ever be enough. and yet, the temptation. what if this time, it was. what if it offered the breakthrough upon which they and their clients had been waiting?

the knock at the front door drove them from this reverie. they twitched, shaking their shoulders like a great dragon, a huff of a breath, blinking from it. irritation flooded all their senses at first, before it ebbed into a gentle thrum of numbness. and then, that thrill chasing away the other sensations. because there was only one person it could be.

they sniffed, combing their curls back and away from their forehead, ambling towards the front door, fixing their kerchief where the silk had slipped down towards their temples in their concentration. squinting as though blinded by light, despite there not being any at this time besides the pale crescent moon, eve opened the door, the bell jangling harshly. "oof. sorry." they rubbed the back of their neck. but before the rest of it could spill out, they were moving backwards, falling into that familiar pattern of dom visiting them. something within their guts churned and ached; something that made them want to bite down on something. ( an unfortunate side effect, wasn't it. ) but regardless of this, they felt their expression draining into something serene at the sight of the gift. because it was thoughtful. and remarkable.

"dom, you're spoiling me. i know they're not required, but they keep happening. by accident, i swear." and that much was the truth. eve didn't ever intend to go late. but it happened. and kept. and kept. "you know i wouldn't be able to kick you out even if i tried. you'd just go around to the back door." it had happened before. "i thought maybe you'd found a sweetheart taking you out for hot vampire dates and that's why you stopped coming by." it was not really jealousy. it couldn't be. their inflection fell short of its usual vibrations, but that did not make it less than. or did it. "c'mon. spill the details. i wanna hear all the gossip."

[blocdlust]

reina's instant reaction to their unjust behavior towards them almost gave jisu a whiplash. and rightfully so ― it was one of the many duties of real friends. having to call out the other when things were getting out of hand. this was the exact case of it. ❝ look, i just ― fuck. ❞

a deep exhale and inhale came next when the trainer received a full picture of the situation. them snapping at one of their closest friends was so uncalled for and all jisu did these days is blame every little thing on their inner, still very much untamed, werewolf nature. ❝ i'm sorry. it's just [   ...   ] two pricks showed up without further notice demanding for classes that i had no additional time for. ❞ the complaint came more as a rough huff than an actual sentence but they were sure reina understood them alright. ❝ oh, and ― hi. ❞ jisu promply stopped as soon as they followed reina inside, turning so they couild fully face the other. ❝ so you'll just disappear into the ether for the rest of the day? and leave me to suffer deal with these dummies here? ❞ a groan of irritation escaped jisu then at the prospect of reina being able to let loose and roam the town, especially the woods, free and without any pressing matters on the back of their mind. ❝ you're such a tease, sometimes. simply unbelievable. ❞

            "  okay,  first  of  all,  jesus  fucking  christ  –  "  reina's  words  cut  through  the  air  in  immediate  reply,  colored  by  half-offense  and  half-bewilderment,  " this  ? "  a  tattooed  hand  comes  up  to  move  in  a  circle,  gesturing  to  whatever  aura  jisu's  got  going  on  right  now.  it's  fucking  reina's  own  up,  truly,  "  nuh  uh.  not  right  now.  the  hell's  up  with  you  today ? "  they  let  themselves  in  without  another  word  (  of  course  they  do,  that's  really  nothing  new  ).  a  quick  look  around  and  nobody's  here  yet,  good,  "  i'm  not  here  to  train,  you  know  i  don't  do  that  shit.  so  i'm  not  gonna  fuck  up  your  schedule.  just  wanted  to  come  say  hi  before  i  go  bear  for  the  rest  of  the  day.  "  a  pause,  "  so ? what's  got  you  all  edgy  n'shit ? because  certainly i didn't  do  something.  "

[blocdlust]

it took jisu a proper moment to come to their senses and hear the other retort back to them. oddly, the calmness that the other radiated caught them off guard, as they were simply itching for a fight sometimes and thankfully, not everyone seemed to lose their sense of surroundings and their composure to allow such reckless behavior. the trainer did take a look around as the words coming from the other provided them with the intel they needed to make the following decision. ❝ look ― it would be better if you waited inside. ❞ jisu suggested with a hint of determination in their gaze. although most of the residents living in oldham were of some supernatural kind, the dangers still lurked in the shadows, especially whenenver nighttime approached. and who else knew that to be true better than jisu themselves, having been unfortunately turned because of their late trip back home. ❝ it is getting dark and i wouldn't recommend staying outside at this hour. ❞ with that they proceeded to approach the entrance doors, unlocking them along with the sound that the rusty metal keys made upon gliding through the keyhole. ❝ besides, i'm sure your friend will have no problem locating you inside the building. ❞ using their last attempt to potentially persuade the other in entering the gym, jisu stepped inside, holding the door open for the following few moments.

ISAURA  WAITS  OUTSIDE  FISTS  OF  FURY  WITH  NOTHING  BUT  PATIENCE.  don't  get  her  wrong ,  she  could  be  just  as  shameful  when  it  came  to  watching. people  minding  their  own  business  while  working  out ,  but  the  shifter  didn't  feel  like  getting  the  stench  of  stale  sweat  in  her  hair.  she should have known better and should have been paying more attention to where she was situated. yet she wasn't. isaura  couldn't  help  but  jump  out of pure surprise when  the  piercing  sound  of  annoyance  was directed  at  her.  dark  eyes  find  an  irritated  person  staring her down and isaura  begins  to  shuffle  backward  after  realizing  she  has  caused  an  issue.  maybe  it  was  her  age ,  but  isaura  couldn't  handle  being  snapped  at  for  such  a  small  mistake.  ❛  no.  i'm  not  just  standing  here.  i'm  also  waiting  for  a  friend. ❜  she  tells the other with a light matter - of - fact tone. she looks  at  the  person  with  a  cocked  brow  despite  the  intimidation  that  begins  to  bubble  in  her  chest.  she  would  have  been  nicer  if  the  person  hadn't  used  such  a  tone  with  her.  call  her  old-fashioned ,  but  she  missed  the  days  when  people  were  less  irritated.  she blames the poisoning of social media and amazon on that specifically. when  there  wasn't  so  much  noise.   feeling  the  need  to  explain ,  she  continues.  ❛  he  forgot  his  wallet.  he  told  me  to  wait  at  the  entrance.  so ,  here  i  am.  ❜

[blocdlust]

it was incredibly easy to forget the speed of which time flew by as soon as one would enter oldham's general hospital. working there required precision, determination and speed. thankfully, dom possessed the qualities necessary yet that did nothing to prevent the sinister anxiety rising up within them like water, indicating an upcoming flooding. not to mention the rest of mortals moving about said hospital perfectly in their own elements. no signs of bother neither in their body language nor in the depths of the mirrors of their souls. dom held no desire to delve deeper in the rabbit hole of the uneasiness that the situation oftentimes engulfed them in, thus they chose the next best distraction that was available at all times ― averting their focus to the chaotic and hightly demanding workplace that simply did not allow their mind to wander when there were lives at stake at any given time. ❝ oh, hey. ❞ they spun on their heel to greet a very familiar face which visibly allowed dom to exhale the breath they were previously holding.

❝ ms. dalton? [   ...   ] oh yes, she went through surgery last night given the multiple fractures and all. ❞ the recollection process went smoothly enough knowing that these events took place in the rough span of two-to-three days. ❝ she's still in recovery, but i could take you to her if you'd like to see her. ❞ usually they weren't really allowed to offer such early visits to one of the recovering patients, however that did not apply to brooklyn. dom has always considered them to be a part of their big family of saviors reisiding at the hospital. that, of course, extended to the space outside hospital grounds, too. besides, this was the least they could do to potentially ease their mind regarding a patient the wyrm appeared to worry about.

       𓂅         CLOSED  STARTER         ˒         @blocdlust .

               "   WALLS  OF  WHITE  SURROUNDED  THEM  and  the  scent  of  recently  applied  sterilization  invaded  their  nostrils  as  they  made  their  way  to  the  ortho  wing  .  small  smiles  to  the  nurses  and  doctors  who  nodded  at  them  stretched  their  lips  ,  and  by  the  time  they  reached  their  destination  ,  exhaustion  was  already  seeping  through  their  bones .     “  hi  ,  dom  ,  ”     the  greeting  was  soft  yet  firm  ,  none  of  their  usual  shyness  perceived  in  it  .  it  was  easy  around  dom  —  they  were  authentic  ,  transparent  as  the  river’s  water  .  brooklyn  never  had  to  guess  with  them  ,  they  came  as  they  were  ,  and  that  made  them  feel  safe  ,  no  matter  how  terrifying  the  stories  behind  them  were  .  it’s  not  about  the  actions  sometimes  ,  but  about  what’s  here  mister  kuburagi  taught  her  once  ,  his  calloused  fingertips  hitting  his  chest  .  you  can  feel  the  essence  of  someone  and  see  it  through  their  eyes  ,  if  there’s  something  to  save  there  ,  then  there’s  nothing  to  fear  out  here .     “  i’m  here  to  ask  about  ms.  dalton  …  you  know  ,  the  middle - aged  dracoterra  that  broke  her  femur  in three  parts  in  a  bad  landing  the  other  day ? ”

[blocdlust]

JODIE COMER as WOMAN The End We Start From (2023/24) dir. Mahalia Belo

[blocdlust]

their focus now indefinitely set upon the horizon as dom tried to grasp the meanings behind abraham's monologue. those were supposed to serve them as lessons ― higher knowledge, if you will. he was sharing his 'life' experience with them and despite all of their mutual disagreements and former fights, a sense of recognition rested beneath the hardened foundation. time and time again did their sire prove to dom the authenticity of his teachings. the information he chose to share with them. that, among countless other things, was not an obligation the elder vampire had towards them. not in dominik's eyes, anyways. yet he willingly made the choice to pass on his wisdom in hopes of providing some kind of clarity for them. there was only one catch. dom hadn't fully settled on a particular pattern on how they'd show the gratitude towards abra. they've given him things, items he usually enjoyed, such as umbrellas. they had tried to voice that gratitude out loud. tried spending more time in his company. yet none of those seemed the appropriate way to showcase the respect they were starting to feel for the man. almost like there was a lack of something... lack of value, to him, anyways. at the end of the day, what value did some vague words and few ordinary items brought him? there had to be another way. more appropriate way to treat such a situation and that became dom's next goal. especially now that abraham was sharing his inner thoughts and beliefs in such an intimate way dominik was sure he wouldn't just open up about to anyone else.

❝ pieces of art made eternal [   ...   ] it sounds nice. ❞ dom parroted back as their train of thought shifted towards the field of art. art has always been eternal in a way, be it paintings, music, fashion. it was documented and remembered, brought back as time passed. there was always something or someone that refused it to be forgotten. and perhaps that was the only difference between them and actual art forms so many were entertaining themselves in. ❝ art lives on as we do, though i wonder... when time comes and we come to meet our end, there won't be anybody else to remember us in that way. ❞ it carried a bittersweet sensation now that dom had said it out loud. after all, it was just them and their small yet dysfunctional vampire family. doomed to keep each other company when no one else would.

❝ that's one hell of a way out [   ...   ] ❞ they mused in agreement as their eyes rose to take a closer glance at the sky above. ❝ an ending fitting the one who had lived hundreds of years and has seen the best and the worst of humanity. ❞ it almost sounded like a title or a short description that would one day be engraved on abraham's tombstone. dom had to admit, abra's depicted last journey sounded just as fascinating and epic, if not more, as theirs. while they had their sights fixed on the water, their sire had his somewhere higher. somewhere reaching the edge of every limit this planet possessed. he was aiming for something greater than the earth they were temporary occupying. was it unethical of them to feel admiration towards their maker in such a situation? wishing for a decent end ― one that would hopefully be remembered by many. or no one at all.

lost in their thoughts once more, dom wasn't aware of how much time had passed and for how long they were sitting there with only waves as their witnesses. it was only when the youngster felt the other's gentle yet firm grip over their shoulder, dom tilted their head towards abraham, taking in his following remark which indicated their initial question. right. dom's gaze shifted away from abra's while processing of the question took place in their brain. there was one, more recent suspicion that dom held within regarding the subject. one no one was aware of it taking root within their mind. some things were better left unsaid as there was no guarantee your compainion will be able to comprehend them. in this case? there was no one more equipped to deal with such internal conflicts as abraham milton.

mind already made up, dom stared back at the endless space ahead filled with nothing but salty liquid. something inside dom prompted them to speak up, yet no clear words came out. it's like... an additional moment was required for an appropriate response to be formed. one that actually made sense. and putting certain sensations into words was no easy task. ❝ i've been having this feeling [   ...   ] perhaps some refer to it as intuition... a certain nudge that my end would've been something else entirely had it not been for the crash my maker inflicted. ❞ dom shared out loud, allowing a pause while the rest of their thoughts settled. ❝ something tells me that i would've ended up here. the depths of the ocean claiming my corpse as its newest addition to the shelf. one more piece of a grand puzzle. ❞ they muttered as their tone gradually lowered with each following word eventually their thoughts became nothing more than a gentle whisper in the midst of restless wind. ❝ do you think that's true? us being able to feel an alternative ending to a path yet unexplored. ❞ they hoped at least some sense lied underneath it all. that they were not rambling about something that no longer mattered. ❝ or is it something only a mad one would bring up? ❞

His two children were always there in the back of his mind. He may not agonize over the loss of connection the way that he does with the child that died, but it doesn't mean that he has stopped thinking about them. While Rylan had been turned for one reason -- Dom had been turned for another. They were similar only in the way that two rivers were similar. He had traveled with Dom for a much shorter amount of time than he had with Rylan, and his sense of responsibility towards them runs deeper. Rylan is a reminder of his failures. Dom is a reminder of his penance.

No matter where they are, he can get the sense of their emotions. The deeper the emotion, the greater the feeling. Most decades, he can ignore them completely. Paying as little mind to them as he does to the change of seasons or the arrival of a new neighbor. He knows that their emotions change as readily as the tides. He had not been kind in the manner in which he turned Dom. There was no promise of eternal life, of friendship stretching across history. There was only the single-minded drive to hurt and destroy because -- unfortunately -- Dom had reminded them of the child.

Dom was not the only person he had seen the dead child in -- he saw them in many. He saw them in most. To lose the incarnation of a god is the truest, deepest form of torture.

Yet, over time - his sense of Dom had grown closer. He could no longer deny that the young vampire was within his territory, and while he had put off meeting with them -- finally the call (their need for his presence) was too great.

"Each vampire has a different sense of responsibility for the ones they sire. Some view them as children - others view them as an extension of themselves. Others see them as toys. Weapons. Pieces of art now made eternal." He murmured as he came up alongside them and sat down. "I've always thought that when someone is afflicted with the damnation bite - their strongest emotions become the driving force of the demon they now house. As our humanity is gone, so in its place is a simulacrum fueled only by our base instincts and what little ember of our human lives we have managed to keep."

He sighed and cast his gaze out over the ocean. Far older than he was, and it would - in all likelihood - outlive him. The life beneath was ancient and magnificent - and he took comfort in the beach due to its rhythm. "I have always wanted to be among the stars," he admitted. "Ray Bradbury wrote a short story - Kalediscope and it's remained with me since I first read it. I come out to the beach and look at the stars and hope that when I die - I will be useful for the first time in what will be a very long and ill-begotten life. I wish to die among the diamonds and emeralds of the Myrmidone cluster - and if that were to happen, it would be a dream realized for me. And I recognize it would be another selfish wish granted. Instead, I should be cast to space and fall back to Earth, and as I'm falling and breaking apart, I'll wonder if anyone will see me -- and if the universe is kind, someone will see my corpse falling and perceive it a shooting star -- and they'll make a wish. If the universe has a sense of humor, they'll make that wish come true as well."

Finally, he reached out to them and set a hand onto their shoulder. Rylan and Dom were different in so many ways - yet with all the children he had - they formed a kaleidoscope together - all different colors and shapes, telling different stories. Dom's story was the closest to his - and he hoped that he could change it for them. He owed them that much. "You're too young to be seeking your own Myrmidone cluster ... so tell me, antasurra, why are you wishing to be part of the ocean?"

[blocdlust]

locating difficult for humans to reach areas and secret spots used to be dom's speciality. they took great pride in exploring untouched territories. of course, not without proper evidence. the details usually would be displayed in their journal or some form of a polaroid picture would provide the visuals of the secrets the selected places withheld from most of mortals. although from a first glance, oldham did not retain too many of such mysterious areas, dom managed to locate one in particular that spiked their interest quite a bit. the cove of the niebla beach as dom now refers to it in their writings. it was an extremely exciting finding to them, however it was definitely not for everybody's eyes to witness. then again, for the longest of time since they moved to oldham, dom felt the absence of a specific spot they could personally call their secret haven. a place they could always retreat to whenever a need would arise, a spot only they were aware of. until a certain cove was located. until they decided to turn it into their safe haven.

another realization hit them soon after, during the exploration of the cove itself. not only had the cove been pretty secluded, the luminescence made an occasional appearance which naturally added an incredible amount of charm to the place. before you knew it, dom had formed a habit of coming down there at least once any other day. the night time was when the vampire aimed their visits for as the view itself was mesmerizing enough for dom to feel an indescribable pull towards the location. the water has been calling them ever since they moved to the town, so this magical-like place only served as additional confirmation of dominik's inevitable emergence.

now preoccupied with the subtle dance moves of the luminescence and past memories of a certain loved one dom couldn't shake, they must've missed the appearance of someone else because their attention only shifted due to the voice that called out to them. a voice, so distinct it immediately triggered countless of memories throughout one specific decade they were never able to forget or let go off fully. a voice wielding the power to shatter their whole undead being with only a single syllable. a voice that caused the inner vibrations within dom so great that for the first time they were concerned about losing their footing. the vampire found themselves unable to move a muscle as certain liquid started prickling their eyes. how come they were able to hear that voice again? it belonged to the body of someone they witnessed be lowered ten feet into the ground. then, was it the cove? magical cove? is this the type of madness they were going to be plagued with...?

❝ uhm [   ...   ] ❞ the clearing of the throat followed suit, although to their dismay, the knot stuck there refused to budge. a wave of bricks were dumped on them pinning them to the ground so harshly there was no oxygen left in their lungs to breathe. thankfully dom didn't see her, as the voice came from behind them. it was quiet for now as only the motions and slight echoes of the water remained. it couldn't be real... that much was certain. it just couldn't. she was gone... and so happened to be their sanity. ❝ no one ever comes here. ❞ a decision was made to reply to the said voice, unsure whether they even will receive an answer back. ❝ i wasn't aware the spot was already occupied [   ...   ] ❞ another moment passed, the attempt to regain their composure wasn't too successful, however they couldn't avoid the voice forever. if they had indeed lost it, what was the harm in taking one more glance at someone they dreamed of laying their eyes on one last time?

possessing the speed that of a snail rather than a vampire, dom turned to the side spotting slightly messy yet stunning black curls accompanying a familiar face that was long drilled into dominik's brain. a splitting image of the one they once promised to love and protect till the end of days now was happily chasing after the algae that captured the curious mind. that scene alone forced out a bittersweet smile out of them as dom could no longer fight the reaction that the woman nearby evoked in them. ❝ you came.. all this way by yourself? ❞ that really shouldn't be a surprise to them, given how things ended for the two of them long ago, yet the question remained. perhaps it was dom's way of clinging to the last bits of hope that this time she had been more careful... though the sight before them clearly told them otherwise.

Title: The Cove of Lights For: Dom || @blocdlust Character: Tamsyn "Amalthea" Grey Location: Secret Cove, Nightfall

The cove itself wasn't truly a secret, but labeling something a secret adds a layer of mystery that adds to the allure of the adventure (effort) that it takes to get there. Uncle will have her head if he finds out she's been sneaking down to the cove again. "Won't you ever learn, Amalthea? You and heights do not get along," he'd bark more like a seal than what she thinks a nymph would sound like. She parrots him out loud, as she kicks a pebble off of the path, sending it bouncing back to its kind on the rough path. "Gosh, a girl dies once from falling and suddenly it's all -- don't do this, 'Thea -- don't do that, 'Thea. One accident and he gets all ..." she growls and sets her hands into claws as she throttles the empty air, she in the role of her uncle and the invisible person herself.

She slips off the path and heads towards the sound of the ocean. Here, the hills are growing into craggy cliffs, the sort of places you bet your best friend they wouldn't be brave enough to jump from. She sighs at the thought - it sound like fun to have a best friend willing to have those kind of games and challenges. Here, the path resumes, just four hundred feet away from the main path, and she follows it, minding the bramble bushes that have blackberries in the summer and under a dense crop of plants that offer deceptive shade (ground wasps like to house here - but they're sleeping if she remembers properly.) She follows the path down a craggy ledge that gets smaller and thinner as she progresses until she has to dig her fingers into the rock face and shuffle further down until she can hop from that ledge to the one below it and down until she's at sea level. During low tide, she can get to this cove by following the beach - but she wants to see the cove at high tide, when there's an island big enough to run around on but not big enough to be connected to the beach proper. Here, water shifters sometimes frolic and she swears she saw a dolphin plunge in the water and hide when it realized it had been perceived. Finally back on solid ground, as solid as wet sand can be, she heads towards her island - its hers because she wants it and so it is... - but then stops as she sees someone there. "Hi!" she calls out though with her hands on her hips it may not appear as welcoming as she intends it to be. "Are you here to see the water? Not -- I mean ..." she sees the blue luminescence start to come in. She claps her hands happily, "the algae," she says, hurrying to the edge to see if she can capture some of the algae in a jar.

[blocdlust]

closed for: @mythsblud characters: dom & elle location: the sweetest tooth time: closing hours

the doorstep leading to the sweetest tooth was the last location in oldham dom expected to find themselves at this evening. or any evening, for that matter. having eloise on the top of the recommendation list of witches for potential assistance they received did not help the situation one bit. and, perhaps, the few remarks which originally were intended as harmless teasing that dom ended up throwing the baker's way as they were headed to the hospital, were indeed taken as a form of offence by the owner. there was no doubt that the unfortunate irony of dominik naively thinking they'd never have to visit this bakery and not minding their tongue during those few crucial moments has caught up with them to bite them in the arse.

❝ okay [   ...   ] ❞ a tiny breathless sigh gave away their slight impatience mixed with nervousness as the last client has left the bakery, leaving dom the only one standing by the counter. surely the place has not closed just yet, so not receiving any signs of life within it was gradually getting under the vampire's skin. ❝ hiya! what would one have to do to get a minute of the owner's attention? ❞ there it was. the intense cringe that overflowed dom in that moment at just how desperate they sounded, at least according to their own perception, has completely stripped away the last bits of self respect they thought they still possessed. what else did they have to lose at this point..? dom received the answer to their question in the following seconds as they were left to their own devices. ❝ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you're taking extra long to come out only to torture me some more. excellent customer service, by the way. ❞ dom pointed out now in a somewhat raised voice in case they were not being heard. whether their statement was the case or only their distorted point of view, remains to be seen.

[blocdlust]

closed for: @spellbcnders characters: dom & evie location: lady hyacinth's apothecary time: ~ 11pm

despite being the creature of the night for quite some time now, dom was hesitant about bothering anyone, let alone their loved ones, at such an hour. given the inconsistency in their shift hours and anxiety that kept building up within, there was a need ― permanent pressure that continued to prompt them to act. the longer they pushed it off, the more time passed... the more danger the situation promised. besides, they knew themselves enough to know that sooner rather than later the tap would open up by itself and there would be no going back. they'd go with the flow of things and as previous experiences had shown... those led to nothing but extreme bloodshed and a pile of corpses left behind. it was now or never, as they repeatedly and mentally noted to themselves. it had to happen this night.

the gap between the ending of dom's shift and them practically manifesting right in front of the apothecary did not properly register in their usually preocuppied brain. the dim light that shone through the windows of the apothecary was a clear contradiction of the 'closed' sign currently loosely hanging on the door.

that served as good enough invitation for dom to grab a hold of the doorknob, announcing their presence within the store. ❝ hi! ❞ a voice slightly muffled by the doorbell, sounded in a slightly higher pitch in hopes of catching the owner's attention. ❝ it's me. ❞ again. dom's visits weren't too frequent, yet guilt found its way to plague them regardless. that's when dom realized it and decided to start bringing tiny offerings of good faith for their friend in order to feel helpful and make up for literally being the energetic vampire by witnessing evie become physically and mentally exhausted each time they agreed to help them out with the use of their magic.

❝ now before you kick me out, i have come bearing gifts. ❞ the vampire pointed out as a swift hand fished out a metal tea can of chamomile tea from their bag, placing it on the counter for evie to inspect. ❝ for high quality sleep, given your late hours spend out here. which, i must remind you, yet again, are not required of you. ❞

[blocdlust]

open for: anyone cap of 5/5 ― will close after five writers reply location: entrance @ fists of fury time: 6pm-ish

jisu didn't really consider themselves a person of caffeine. alternative ways were found to keep themselves energized throughout the lengthy parts of any day, given their excessive amount of consistent training. these past couple of weeks, however, proven to be quite a hassle. new clients coming in any other day, some registered in advance, some seemingly out of nowhere had flipped jisu's entire schedule on it's head. that by itself wasn't actually an obstacle in their eyes given their experience in military, but... in combination with groginess since early that morning and an irritating headache persistently seeping through their barriers of patience...? that was not a successful recipe for survival.

if it was just that though, perhaps they would've managed the rest of the night at the center. but nothing had prepared them for the scene they were met with while on their way back to the center with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. an unmoving frame stood at the entrance to the center, seemingly in trance or whatever. the closer jisu got to the spot, the more inner social anxiety increased. they were used to communicating with clients, but this was outside of the center. this could be anyone from the town and a slight cloud of doubt now was howering over the trainer's head. with an instant and brilliant (at that time) plan to ignore the person, jisu headed towards the door of the center only to realize the lack of sound behind them. aside from a subtle whispering of an evening breeze, nothing else could be heard. were they petrified by a damn gorgon?!

❝ are you going to just stand there? ❞ the trainer turned on their heel upon piping up all out of sudden with a tone slightly tainted with certain annoyance. for someone who usually didn't lack patience and consideration, this monday evening was not theirs, to put it lightly.

[blocdlust]

closed for: @wxckedway characters: dom & abra location: niebla beach time: dawn of a random tuesday ── 《 currently playing 》

the waves have always been relentless as they were in dominik's collection of memories extending to the past seventy or so years. ever since they stepped their foot into oldham, the beach had called them. the water. waves. a welcoming gesture, perhaps? a warning? or maybe just a kind yet quite intense hello. the idea of ending up being tied to a particular location did not spike dom's interest. they considered themselves a traveller ― a free spirit of sorts. an explorer. and explorers moved places, either for work, hobbies or doing so out of duty to oneself. a higher power. the reasoning behind it did not really matter that much in the end. it's the action, the activity that mattered in this moment. they were there, at the niebla beach, right this very moment, finding themselves drifting along the tides, being subtly lulled by the repetitive motions of the waves, despite their harsh exterior.

the thoughts of eventually giving into the ocean's temptation in becoming one and the same matter did visit them time and time again. the more time was spent near any body of water, dom could not deny the pull the nature had over them. like their being ― their soul or whatever, had been connected to it from the very beginning. a part of the same tribe? was that quite a bit of a stretch? the undead one could not confirm nor deny. for the most part, everything came as a sensation, a certain nudge they had to decipher like some mad hacker's code. it irked dom a bit, them having to go an extra mile for such silly things as intuition when there was a high chance of everything previously mentioned being nothing more than smoke and mirrors. they did, unfortunately, have an eternity to figure that out...

cool morning breeze showed no mercy in ruffling their hair meanwhile the vampire had their eyes closed, seemingly at utter peace from an outsider's perspective. not a single muscle captured by tension, rather engulfed by an odd form of acceptance. there was no other place to run to, no place else to hide from having to face oneself. the ocean was where dom felt the bravest in facing their darkness. like a spirit of a long lost loved one kept them company and provided them a solid grounding foundation they so often lacked. it was a comfort so many were in need of and even fewer received. it was a gift, after all it was never required of nature to give. it simply... was. that was more than enough to fill dom's half-empty cup.

❝ you've found yourself a jackpot. this place is truly the haven for the wounded. ❞ such as myself, they added the last addition in the solitude of their own mind. there was no need for dom to turn around, given the subtle shift in energies around them. the scent. the sound of his foosteps which probably would not be a clear indication to regular human's hearing.

the possibility of abraham manifesting besides them was pretty high, given how close the lighthouse was located. perhaps their inner knowing prompted dom to seek the comfort of the beach as subconsciously they were looking for something else entirely. someone else. despite the years that had passed, the struggle of voicing certain things remained. almost like their vocal cords were blocked, tangled up so much they couldn't find the beginning nor the end. it was a clear obstacle and those were meant to be overcome. were they not..? ❝ ever wished to become one with the ocean? [   ...   ] just cease existing and be a part of something bigger? something that just... is. ❞ the thought finished had turned into a mumble in the end, providing anything but confidence in their own questions / statements. maybe it was time for much needed rest, after all.

[blocdlust]

(  jung eun chae  .  agender  .  they & them  )       ✧       entering through oldham’s shore,  we’ve spotted  park jisu,  as usual carrying their INHERITED CUSTOM LEATHER FINGERLESS GLOVES.  the tides had let us know they’re a  thirty-two  year old  werewolf  with their sun in capricorn,  and their day mostly occupied by  managing and training @ fists of fury.  the spring breeze whispered they quite enjoy  the soreness of muscles after a long day of training; a cool spring breeze at the crack of dawn; the cause of ripples due to stones coming into contact with still water,  which might or might not be responsible for their  considerate, perfectionist, headstrong, reclusive  nature.  jisu  is  an oldham local,  yet the ocean’s waves brought us tales about them regardless,  about how they  were bit soon after swift return to oldham to look after their grandma, struggle in taming their inner beast during full moons despite their self-control, constantly spend after hours at their traning center in pursuit of unreachable perfection.  although we can never know for sure when it comes to oldham,  in the end,  it could be only rumors,  right ?

     dossier. ( carrd ) visage. threads. musings.

──── 𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺 .

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. park jisu 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒. j. 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄 & 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇. thirty two / december 28th, 1982 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐀𝐆𝐄. ten years ( 10 ) 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇. oldham, haventown 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. oldham haventown 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. owner & trainer @ fists of fury 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄. capricorn ☼ virgo ☾ leo ↑ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. agender 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒. they & them 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘. baby gay (closeted) 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒. werewolf

──── 𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 .

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌. jung eun chae 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑. brown 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑. black 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 5’7 / 170 cm 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂(𝐒) calloused hands due to excessive training / fighting, a pile of drenched shirts in the washing bin resting next to the washing machine, occasional bruises in various parts of the body, displeased frown acoompanied by focused, sharp analytical gaze. custom made leather fingerless gloves adjusted around one's hand for a perfect fit. 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄. as most of the time jisu spends at the training center, the regular outfit one would see them wear would be sleeveless sports shirts and black leggings. if those were not the case, they'd just find anything that would not restrict too much of body movements. outside of the gym jisu preferred loose shirts with the sleeves rolled back, all kinds of jackets, especially denim and bomber jackets. during colder days, they wouldn't shy away from picking out a turtleneck as well.

──── 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑺 .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. park daehyun (father - alive), park jimin (mother - alive) 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. park mari (grandma - alive) 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. n/a. 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑(𝐒). tba. 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑(𝐒). tba. 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. tba.

──── 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 .

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆. burn by 2wei & edda hayes 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒. considerate, headstrong, loyal, responsible 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒. perfectionist, reclusive, self-critical, detached 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄. quality time, acts of service 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. neutral good 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈. ISFJ

──── 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺 .

- tba !

──── 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

trigger warning for: mention of mental disease (alzheimers)

you were born on a quiet chilly december morning to a family of fighters. being the only child, you soon realized the humongous responsibility and a sense of duty that would come with in a position such as this. you did not feel any resentment towards your parents because of it. fairness was something that was instilled in you from the very early days. it's like a particular moral compass software was installed right from the get-go, allowing you to master swift decision making when it came to sorting rights and wrongs in appropriate boxes. barely a couple of years following your birth, your parents decided to move from oldham to the closest city, the only explanation being the parents' concern for their child and wish for better opportunities when it came to studies and eventually a sustainable career. you didn't really have a say in that matter given your age at the time, but as you grew older, the only thing that felt off for you was the fact that your parents decided to leave grandma mari in oldham where she has been living her entire life. being the caring and responsible child, you raised your concerns, but the only response you received from your mother was a low mutter about some rumors and how supposedly oldham was not the right place for children. despite your better efforts to dig deeper, you were not able to get anything out of your mother aside from that cryptic statement. so you ended up letting the subject go. there was so much to do and the entire world was in front of you. it would really be a shame to not make the best out your time here. right after your sixth birthday, you started showing interest towards a variety of martial arts. your father, daehyun, did not find it odd at all, given his notable past as a famous taekwondo fighter. although he and your mother wished for you to follow your father's footsteps, a different field called your name. boxing. it was something about the activity that captured your attention like nothing else had at that time. you have seen other people box while watching television. it reminded you a lot of the video games that many of your friends played at the time. if you were to fight like one of those characters in those video games everyone kept so gushing about, who would be able to stop you once you became a master of such craft...? so, the following year your parents assisted you in finding the best boxing coach in the city, allowing you to train with them for five days a week. with a clear destination in mind, you eventually finished school with honors, however by then a unique opportunity arose and it just happened to be one you couldn't miss out on. as soon as high school became a memory of the past, you volunteered to join military forces. fighting for a cause and protecting those you love has always been your primary goal and it just so happened that becoming a soldier was a combination of both. as expected, without any hesitation you took up the offer which indicated the beginning of the 'real world'. you were about to learn just how brutal and tough real world looked like and that was going to serve you as a testament of your grounded and disciplined nature. this was your life for many years. too many, perhaps. you did not have a specific serving duration in mind once you enlisted, but looking back to it now, one thing had led to another and so twelve years later you found yourself a captain and second in command of a sub-unit of up to a hundred and twenty soldiers. at this point the military base was your second home. you thrived there. you were recognized and respected. you had a noble purpose. and most importantly, you did what you did best. fight.

a sudden call from a hospital came as a surprise one morning. the doctor had informed you about your grandma's illness and how your parents had refused to return to the town to care for mari. instead, they had provided your number in case anyone would come looking for assistance. a deep disappointed sigh had slipped your lips. cowards were what they were. they were always the ones preaching about duty to one's family, responsibility. discipline. and look at them now. a couple of mice hiding under a broom. so terrified the broom threatened to fall due to all the shaking caused. it seemed as though it was time for you to return home. one you sadly did not remember. not from your own experience, at least. there was a photo album that your parents brought during the moving so you had an idea of what the town looked like. and where to get there. so, that was a solid start. you delved into the unknown once more as there was no telling for how long you'd be staying there. as long as it was necesary, you thought to yourself. if everyone else refused to do what was right, the duty now rested upon your shoulders to restore the uneven balance. besides, it has been a long long time and you have missed your dear grandma. the town looked exactly like in the pictures of the family album. from the looks of it, it had not aged a day which by itself was quite bizarre. then again, tiny details like these did not stop you from achieving your current goal. you had always wondered why your grandma was living near the mountains at a distance from the locals of the town. perhaps she flourished in her hermit nature like yourself, taking every chance of solitude she could. knowing this, how could you possibly judge her for it? better yet, judge her at all? alzheimers is a nasty disease as you soon learned upon your arrival. there was gratefulness for the doctor who had reached out when they did as your support now was a crucial part of mari's survival. you spent entire two weeks with her, making sure she was eating well, taking her meds and was in high spirits. you'd be lying if you said you did not enjoy caring for someone as dear to you as mari. it made you realize how much you have missed out when it came to your actual family. although a tiny whisper deep down told you that it might just be too late now, but you'll try to make the most of this given time regardless. somehow, you always did. the first month went smoothly. you escorted mari outside and even took her to explore the town. what took you off guard was bumping into a family friend, as he had introduced himself. a friend of mari's, who was now about to retire and had a boxing & training center that needed managing. a certain sparkle in your eyes returned at the thought of boxing and your fond childhood memories. could this be... a sign? was this how your story would conclude? you did not get a chance to offer yourself as a candidate when mari mentioned just how brilliant you were at boxing back in a day. and just like that... it was a done deal. an owner and trainer of a boxing & training center... the titles sounded strange on your tongue, like it was not the reality you were expecting. nonetheless, a fire was brewing within you. many plans, goals to achieve. you were pretty rusty when it came to boxing, but it was yet another excuse to get down there and make that place your own. that's exactly what you did the following day, spending all of your time setting up equippment that was already there, checking out the building itself, the layout, reviewing potential training plans. it was a perfect beginning. an almost perfect beginning, that is.

that same late evening you were making your way back to mari's which was surrounded by the woods on one side and the mountains on the other. it wasn't the most comforting place to be at the time, but it did not scare you enough for you to stop. that did end up being one major mistake on your part. you had not even traveled half-way when odd sounds coming from the woods reached you. it was a matter of time and your flight or fight response. the soldier in you commanded you to stand your ground. on the other hand, whatever was left of logic in your brain told you to leave. in the end it wouldn't have mattered. because the speed of the animal had overtaken you quicker than your muscle memory could ever catch up. a humongous wolf jumped out of the woods tackling you to the ground as a sharp pain of a bite was inflicted upon your body. simply unbelievable. an article title popped up in your mind. park jisu, thirty-two, military captain found dead in he middle of remote road covered in wolf bites. yeah... no. that was not happening. a terrifying realization hit you. for once, you were not in control of the situation and of your own condition. were you to perish on this road, you had no say in it. fated birth, fated death. that's as pretty ironic as it is fitting. good news. or rather, bad. you did not pass away. quite the opposite. strange sensations had overtaken your body and your spirit, one you did not recognize. it scared you to no end, but you hid the bite from mari once you returned. there was no point in worrying her. you'll manage. you did not. the first year, of whatever the hell that wicked transformation was, was nothing more than agony. the wolf that had bit you eventually tracked you down, offering an apology and a spot in their pack. of course you refused. refused everything in fact, given your stubborn stupid nature. you did not wish to do anything with them. yet you could not stand nor control your inner beast especially when full moon came around the corner. you did what you were capable of doing best in such scenario. you locked yourself up in a basement of some abandoned house whenever full moon popped up in the sky. it was a miracle how you'd end up in the same basement after the effects of the moon would fade. barely no collection of what on earth the beast did each time. were people hurt? were you? it was one big mystery, but it worked for some time. so that was your new normal. your main focus being the training center and mari, you spent almost all of your time busying yourself and minding your own business. you did not have to meet a lot of people aside from your clients. but it was nice from time to time to be reminded you were not the only person creature in the town. you noted how time seemed to slow down after your transformation and that brought you some peace. perhaps that was the worst of it. maybe it was finally time to have a proper start. or was it...? surely things couldn't get any worse than they already were... right?

──── 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

― mentor [ 1/1 ] serious support is necessary. and fast. yet you aren't doing anything about it. is it obvious to others? you can't tell. but the fact remains ― you are a lost cause and it's only a matter of time until you reach the point you cannot come back from. | taken by altan demirel ― employees @ fist of fury [ 0/3 ] there is so much one person can do. supernatural or not. managing the training center is one thing, training is another. multitasting is not a true obstacle for you, though seeing more and more potential clients coming in one by one does nothing to decrease that rapidly building anxiety. ― confidants [ 0/2 ] due to your extremely reserved nature, it is incredibly hard for anyone to get close to you. however, it is not impossible with some effort invested. who knows who you might meet along the way, perhaps these two will completely change not only your life but your outlook on what potential friendships could look like. ― rivals [ 0/3 ] as grounded and levelheaded as you'd like to think you are, these always gets on your nerves despite your best efforts to ignore them. there is this raging need to prove them wrong, put them in their place and remind them of the harsh reality of this world. who are they to revel in luxuries of this town without moving as much as a finger? ― gym regulars / drinking buddies [ 0/2 ] there is so much you can take on excruciatingly long monday morning. or any morning, really. these are the ones you actually are looking forward to meeting and hanging out with, as odd as it may sound. it is chill, both of you have your own space. it is calm, at last. no wonder you keep wanting to repeat those moments at the bar or the comfort of your own homes. why shouldn't you allow yourself a moment of relaxation after all your consistent efforts? ― clients @ fist of fury [ 0/5 ] you want them to succeed. they believe in you, thus they show up several times a week for you to show them a trick or two so they could punish their partner for not doing the dishes the previous night. some actually want to feel safe in the streets late at night and self-defence is solely the reason they are here for. whatever the reason, your level of determination and mastery of skill remains the same. ― thanks for the bloody nose, arsehole! [ 0/1 ] the classic bad influence. as strategic and grounded as you are... whenever they show up, all of that suddenly vanishes in the thin air. they are the inspiration and the cause of the best or the worst of ideas and yet you two will commit to them anyways. because who are you if not a determined stubborn kinda mean brawler at heart? ― the damsel in distress [ 1/2 ] you are no true fighter if you haven't saved at least one life. military training is all fun and nice practice, however it is not the actuality of the real world. what happens when someone gets cornered in a dark alleyway of a bar? what happens when someone is being subtly bullied into submission without anyone noticing or caring enough to do something about it? you step up. you step up and put them in their place in such a way that the culprits would not dare repeat the same mistakes twice. | partially taken by sarai notchaiya

― younger sibling figure [ 0/1 ] you've always wondered what it would've felt like to have a sibling. a part of you feels it is quite fitting for you to be the only child. it is how you operate best, after all. you started buying into your own statements, seeing yourself as less than, not being worthy of an older sibling title. but what if fate granted you another chance to prove yourself capable of not only taking care of someone perhaps younger or smaller than yourself, but to start believing in your own ablities once more. ― gay panic intensified [ 1/1 ] you've never really paid much thought to the prospect of having a partner. there just wasn't anyone who captured your attention in that specific way. no one who had gotten under your skin in the right of moments. no one who pushed you to your limits so shamelessly you've begun loosing your footing. a soldier like yourself did not waver. not because of anyone. that is until they showed up at your traning center, ready to prove you wrong every chance they got which in turn only ended up riling you up even more. as talented and as gorgeous as they might appear, you weren't going to let them ruin this place. ruin you and leave you in pieces. or... were you? bold statements required bold actions and thus far... you haven't even gotten the courage necessary to make eye contact with them. talk about strategic play. oh, wait. that has already went out the window the second they stepped foot inside this center. | taken by louison "lou" mhasalkar

[blocdlust]

(  jodie comer  .  nonbinary  .  they & them  )       ✧       entering through oldham’s shore,  we’ve spotted  dominik 'dom' fletcher,  as usual carrying their ONYX SIGNET GOLDEN RING & SELF-MADE BRAIDED LEATHER BRACELET WITH THE NAMES OF THEIR LOVED ONES ENGRAVED ON IT .  the tides had let us know they’re a thirty ( alive for a hundred and ten )  year old  vampire  with their sun in aries,  and their day mostly occupied by carrying out their duties as an emergency physician @ oldham general hospital.  the spring breeze whispered they quite enjoy  the sound of stabilization of patients heart rates; the rush that a certain red tainted liquid they despise the most provides them; deep exploration of nature due to long-distance hiking sessions which might or might not be responsible for their  charismatic, obssessive, protective, vindictive  nature.  dom  isnt an oldham local,  yet the ocean’s waves brought us tales about them regardless,  about how they  bid farewell to their human form after getting involved in an abrupt car crash; deeply long for the warmth their body once possessed; oftentimes battle with their greatest foe ― the unholy thirst that accompanies their new form.  although we can never know for sure when it comes to oldham,  in the end,  it could be only rumors,  right ?

    dossier. ( carrd ) visage. threads. musings.

──── 𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺 .

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. dominik fletcher 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒. dom (used by everyone except their parents) 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄 & 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇. thirty / april 6th, 1883 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑. a hundred and ten years ( 110 ) 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇. tromsø, norway 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. oldham town 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. emergency physician @ oldham general hospital 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄. aries ☼ capricorn ☾ scorpio ↑ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. nonbinary 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒. they & them 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘. homosexual, demiromantic 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒. vampire

──── 𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 .

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌. jodie comer 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑. hazel 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑. dark blonde (dyed) 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 5′ 8 / 1.73 m 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂(𝐒). messy bun often accompanied by lazy soft smile / playful amused smirk & eyes tainted with subtle hints of melancholy-like sensation. fidgety fingers usually wrapped around a fidget spinner or stress ball due to recurring restlessness. lean physique with occasional appearance of vintage waxed canvas travel rucksack firmly attached to the shoulders. several receipts thrown in a trash bin indicating reoccuring orders of black coffee & mini dark chocolate bars. 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄. during their shifts @ oldham general hospital, dom can be seen wearing scrubs and a white coat, maintaining their professional appearance. outside of hospital, they prefer to wear casual, baggy & comfortable clothing that allows excessive movement as they often prefer travelling long distances. additionally, due to their vampiric nature, dom oftentimes wears vintage baseball caps whenever they embark on a longer journey outdoors. sunglasses also come into play during most of the time spent outside. 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒. a hand holding a candle on their right inner forearm

──── 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑺 .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. ethan fletcher (father - deceased), lily dahl (mother - deceased) 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. eli fletcher (younger brother - deceased) 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑(𝐒). tba. 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑(𝐒). tba. 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. tba.

──── 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 .

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆. house of balloons by the weeknd 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒. loyal, charismatic, driven, generous, protective. 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒. self-destructive, private, vindictive, obssessive 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄. physical touch, acts of service 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. chaotic good 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈. ISFP

──── 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺 .

- tba !

──── 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

trigger warning for: mentions of death, murder, blood & anxiety

you've always been keen on travelling, seeing and exploring new places. the interest, or, as your parents liked to call it, life style, ran in the family. by the time you were five years old, you have had the pleasure of witnessing aurora borealis in it's full glory in multiple skandinavian countries. baltic countries and the rest of the europe soon followed next. this way, childhood and most of your teenage years ended up being one huge adventure you'd always hold dear to your heart. the adventurous and spontaneous life style was placed on hold when you enrolled at the med school the same year you turned eighteen. your primary focus was on the studies and working part-time at animal shelter to save up money for upcoming semesters of school. those turned into long years at med school filled with theory and hands-on practice which, as you realized along the way, was your favorite way of learning. the end of your residency years as an emergency physician was marked by a completely new adventure you decided to reward yourself and your family with by taking your first trip oversees. you could still remember the proud and approving looks you received from your beloved parents and the bright shining eyes of your younger brother eli. everybody overly excited about the potential of exploring new unseen and untouched lands by the fletcher family. north america happened to be the first continent on your bucket list of broad places to explore and while you lacked the clear direction in the list of cities and/or towns that were to be explored, the whole family decided to start with smaller towns and more remote areas. that could only indicate one thing ― a peaceful and enjoyable excursion that everyone were so dying to experience. to the family's great dismay, this could not be further from the truth. the week long trip had drastically cut in half as by the fourth day, the family's car drive across the countryside ended in an abrupt car crash. who would've thought that was even possible in a remote place such as they were travelling through? barely no houses or people living nearby, scarcity of vehicles besides that one that seemed to manifest out of thin air. no nightmares of yours has ever had such a terrible fate as that day which had left deeply rooted scars for the rest of your miserable immortal life. the impact being so great had taken the lives of your family within first moments leaving you witness the horrors caused by the seemingly innnocent distractions that had temporarily captured your attention at the worst time imaginable. there was no doubt you'd follow your loved ones to the other side as excruciating pain had paralyzed your body rendering you completely motionless, only perceptions of mind left to further remind you of your greatest failure. the darkness that engulfed you then was supposed to be the end of it all. you wished it to be the end as in your shattered spirit there was no place for redemption nor continuation of any form beyond this point. that was, indeed your ideal scenerio for the end credits, however, there was someone else ― something else that had decided your fate for you. and, as it will be established eventually by time itself, that alternative path was going to serve as the punishment you truly deserved instead of going down as easily as you'd hoped.

next time you awoke, neither your body nor your mind were your own. it's like some malicious virus had taken over and now was in charge of all your senses, dictating your new needs, desires, likes and dislikes. worst of it all, you had lost the pleasure of enjoying the rays of sun on your skin, the food you used to love indulging yourself in was no longer of interest. however, nothing compared to horrifying realization that these nightmares of losing your family will not cease to torment you no matter the amount of attempts and effort put into distracting yourself from them. a curse was bestowed upon you and there was nothing you could do about it. despite the teachings of the elder that had turned you in order to 'save' your life, you had never learned to truly control your thirst. for one, you distanced yourself as much as you could from the one that created you in a poor attempt to disconnect from him entirely with no luck. the connection between the two of you remained all these years, however the bond on your end was still pretty sour. you had never managed to forgive him, or more like yourself, for the tragic end that met your loved ones on that fateful day, thus moving forward you did everything that was in your power to rebel against your new nature, knowing full well that the attempts will only work temporarily, but that was enough to keep your anxiety and guilt in check. for the time being, anyways. for many upcoming years you wandered different countries and states in hopes of finally satiating your thirst only for it to grow with each drop that landed your now modified tastebuds. no amount of special substance was enough for you as it resulted in many victims left behind completely drained and even more names and/or faces added to a private journal of yours you dared not share with anybody else but yourself as a living proof of the monster that you became all these years ago. that was your new reality now. until it wasn't. time tracking was no longer of any value to you as years flew by anyway at that point, but something ― a memorable meeting had made a significant difference in your being. a destined encounter with a certain witch who ended up being your savior for whatever future held for you. they brought light and hope of potentially surpressing the beast within you and satiating your thirst enough for you to forget the taste and the smell of blood whenever you were in considerable distance to any human or living being. a ring was created for you to be able to tolerate the sun and actually spend additional time outside without any discomfort as well as certain spells were cast on the blood you brough to them which resulted in prolonging your thirst which had been your primary concern and struggle. you were able to focus on being a person again. one with interests, aspirations and vision for the future. you had one person to thank for that and thank them you would as ever since meeting them, you started providing them with rare herbs and other potentially valuable rare items brought from mysterious lands you liked to explore during your days off and your occasional vacations. it was a fair exchange, you always told yourself. they did something for you and you returned the favor with something more tanbigble than just plain words. and as that continued, the more professional bond of trading between two species became something more. something deeper. a connection was formed and although you swore to never get this close to anyone else again, this one person had managed to seamlessly slip through all of your walls and shields previously firmly put in place. they were your anchor, your safe haven and for this you were willing to risk your immortal life for them.

time did pass unbelievably quickly for you and by the time you knew it, it was time to return to your witch confidant for a new set of spells and due to such usual visits it was apparent that you could not wander too far away from where the other was located. on the other hand, there was something about this town... something that called for you. it felt welcoming. right. perhaps it wouldn't hurt to try and settle for at least a little bit? it was not a decision you had to wonder about for too long. after your latest visit you decided to move to oldham and see what this place had to offer. strange as it may be, oldham's general hospital appeared to be looking for additional emergency physician which only affirmed your choice of staying there. your primary focus now was to help the rest of oldham's residents in any way possible rather than diverting attention to yourself and the struggles you were currently facing due to incredibly small amount of blood you allowed yourself to consume. the ever growing exhaustion, anxiety, restlessness and aggression did cause quite a bit of a stir within, however your fearless determination had prevailed time and time again. nontheless, the issue in the background was only growing and the thirst could only be suppressed for so long. suddenly the sunshine over your skin did not feel as pleasant as it used to and the little taste you received by consuming regular human food was close to nonexistent. the culprit? unknown. reason? unknown. was it finally time for you to truly meet your grusome end? or is it another cruel challenge the fate decided to throw your way?

──── 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

― mentor / creator [ 1/1 ] you never asked for it. you'd never wish this upon anyone and yet it happened. someone else stole this crucial decision from you and you were expected to simply accept it? accept that your newest reality was the hell you deserved to be living in? fate truly had a really interesting way of showing it... | taken by abraham “ abra ” milton ― confidants [ 2/4 ] there was no place in your heart after the tragic accident that had changed everything for you. letting someone in ― letting anyone in only brought anguish and intensified a prominent longing for something that was long lost. then again, nothing ever meant to stay the same forever, right...? | taken by eve "evie" adair, sarai notchaiya ― trusted witch & warlock contacts [ 1/3 ] there was so much you could do without the help of your magic wielding friends. there was no denying it ― you couldn't enjoy your time outdoors in peace if it weren't for their assistance. there is a high chance you wouldn't even be where you were right now without them. being dependent on someone else was never in your bucket list, but did you really have a different choice? | partially taken by eve "evie" adair ― the curse of immortality [ 1/5 ] who said you couldn't relate to someone else who just happened to be stuck in this damned place for eternity? there is much to be shared, learned and experienced together after all. so at this point, why should you suffer alone? | partially taken by abraham “ abra ” milton ― hey, got a ciggie? [ 0/2 ] working in the emergency room is not for the faint of hearts. although you love the spontaneity and the unknown that comes with each patient that will be in need of different treatments, the shifts can easily get pretty hectic and next thing you know the axiety has reached the roof of your tolerance, threatening to breach your limits. that's where your dear co-workers come into play, distracting you enough with their small talk and lunch/smoking/coffee breaks for you to catch your breath again. there is gratitude there, although it is not often expressed out loud. still, you make sure to bring that to their attention in any way you possibly can. ― don't i know you...? [ 1/2 ] what's that wonderful face that just left the coffee shop moments ago...? there is no doubt you have seen them somewhere before, but when you try to trace back a potential name, your memory decides to shut down. surely there must be a reason for that? you were never the forgetful type, so why each time you'd like to address them, call out to them, nothing comes out? perhaps the issue was never about their current name... after all, we all do have to start our journey somewhere. who knows which name they'll be using in this lifetime. | partially taken by tamsyn "amalthea/'thea" grey ― my other annoying half [ 0/2 ] each time you are met with their face it forces a new set of snappy combacks out of you. you don't sugarcoat. you aren't holding back one bit. everything you say is meant to get on their nerves, push their buttons, drive them towards madness itself. yet neither of you seem to give up. no. they won't get the pleasure of witnessing you lose your last proper braincells. the clownery has just begun and you'll be the last one to put on your makeup. ― safe haven [ 0/1 ] the fierce streak of protectiveness has always been in your blood. there was never place of tolerance for any form of injustice in your eyes. so when your paths crossed a certain knowing was established within your being. no harm of any kind was to come to this person. you weren't always able to protect those you loved the most, but protecting one... that you can do.

― it's all your damn fault [ 0/2 ] it can take very little for you to become your messy self, especially when it comes to new ruthless nature you aren't proud of. and these two just know how to get under your skin, push the right buttons to unleash the inner beast whether for something as fucked up as for fun or any other reason that's unknow to you. nonetheless, one is clear from the start ― they do not have pure intentions at heart when it comes to you nor care about the consequences that will end up accompanying their foolish actions. ― i'll see you around, then? [ 0/3 ] messy is what most of your relationships could be described as. or hook-ups, rather, would be more fitting in this case. you try your best to keep it as casual as it can be, yet it doesn't always go according to the plan, does it? ― so... are we friends or? ( potential slow-burn ) [ 0/1 ] you could easily identify and count the same main emotions that happen to be a part of your agenda at least once a day on your fingers. this, however, you cannot label. has it been too long of a time for you to recall the proper name and meaning of this feeling? deep appreciation is what has to be. you are sure of it. besides, they must be feeling the same if that playful grin and a particular glint in their eyes whenever you meet is of any indication. when has some harmless teasing ever been a culprit of any kind..?