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CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help.

“at least let me clean the wound!” “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” “i really think you need to see a doctor.” “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” “..i’m here if you need anything, okay?” “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” “i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.” “how long has it last been since you slept?” “have you even been taking your medicine?” “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” “let me take care of you, for once.” “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.” “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!” “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” “oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”

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random sentence starters: the third

change around as you see fit!

“ i want to be like you. “

“ that is … literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. “

“ what’s the plan here ? “

“ please just … come home. “

“ all i’m saying is that jurassic park could happen ! “

“ jeez , who pissed in your cornflakes this morning ? “

“ i’m a simple person. i see a cool rock , i pick it up. “

“ you’re so cute and i literally can not handle it right now , so i have to go— “

“ hey , uh , what do you got there ? “

“ we’re not friends. “

“ so , do you come here often or … ? “

“ slow down , i just want to get to know you … “

“ i’m angry at you ! i’m upset ! and you … you don’t even care ! “

“ will you promise to marry me in the future ? “

“ what are your thoughts on having kids ? “

“ oh , come on ! they were literally holding hands and becoming self aware of their own mortality ! it was a sad moment— stop laughing at me ! toy story 3 didn’t have to do us like that ! “

“ you’re my best friend. i’ll always have your back. “

“ … do you want to do something stupid with me ? “

“ you don’t have to be jealous , you know~ “

“ sing me a song. “

“ did you do this ? “

“ for once can you please be honest with me ? “

“ lets run away together. anywhere. i’m tired of this life. “

“ are you binge watching that show on netflix again ? “

“ how much britney spears i’ve listened to in the last 72 hours is none of your business ! “

“ god … i can’t look away , it’s like my eyes are drawn to it. “

“ why are you leaving ? “

“ admit it … i drive you wild. “

“ you’re so infuriating. “

“ i hate this town. “

“ i’m one call away , okay ? just one call. “

“ you want me so bad , don’t you ? “

“ i’ll just live in the forest as a goblin. “

“ you don’t know what i’m capable of. “

“ you want a tattoo of what now ? “

“ i can’t believe i’m confessing this but … i really really like you. “

“ look me in the eye when you’re breaking my heart ! you don’t get to look away , dammit ! “

“ i can’t believe we’ve just sat here for four hours and have done nothing. “

“ hey , hey , hey … guess what ? “

“ you are my platonic soulmate. “

“ someone thought we were a couple so like , we totally just hit best friend goals. “

“ the bigger the boobs , the stronger they are. that’s anime logic , at least. “

“ i can’t believe i fell in love … like an idiot. “

“ i’ve never fallen in love before … what’s it like ? “

“ hello ? 911 ? i’d like to report a murder of my remaining brain cells …. “

“ wow , look who remembered my existence. “

“ you want to hear a story ? oh uh … well … uh … l — let me tell you all about how this boy’s life got flipped turned upside down— “

“ ��� not many people really talk to me … “

“ tell me all about you. anything. everything. “

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  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

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primordias​:

* / 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛

●︎ when: june 2020.    ●︎ where: pride, downtown deadwood.  ●︎ with: open thread, any muse.

bram was a curious soul. one who never shied away from understanding the truth and how things worked in this world. all he cared about was exploring this world for all that it was worth and making certain that he took all the risks. abraham was a silent hedonist, one who easily caved to carnal attractions and who didn’t believe in labels. those in which he was intimate with, were always beautiful in their own way and that small detail was what most respected most about him. abraham was body positive, didn’t give a damn about skin color, and gender didn’t mean shit to him. each person had their own beauty assigned to them and he took great pleasure in uncovering that within them. there was something special about pulling away the layers and making someone feel special. as he danced on dance floor - abraham had already shared a dance with about a dozen individuals and even made out with a few of them. as the club grew hot and overwhelming, bram pushed his way through the crowded nightclub and over to the bar. “can i get a shot of tequila and a water please?” he asked as he cast a smile over at the person sitting next to him. “excuse, also get them whatever they want as well…” he smiled and winked in their direction. 

HER FIRST PRIDE.   so far it consisted of her dancing and kissing pretty girls, which, she couldn’t complain about. except the fact that none of them were selene. still, when it was time to sit down, it was simply time to sit down. she had become comfortable in her bubble of party silence. no conversation, just music. at least, until someone appeared in the spot next to her, catching her attention. free drink. and a pretty smile. she’d never been able to pass on pretty smiles, after all. a grin grew on her lips, eyes flicking to the bartender, “ i’ll have the same, thanks. “ she was already on her second ( fourth ) zombie drink, water would probably help her enjoy her buzz a bit longer before she had to retreat to the safety of her room. her body turned, fingers holding the cup her drink was in, other hand idly swirling. “ this means you have to let me buy you one of these, “ her hand shimmied, showing off the drink, grinning at him with pearly white teeth. “ it definitely will go down smoother than that tequila shot. “

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luciusbelmonte​:

where:  utp

when:  July.

may the crowned princes of hell grant him the strength not to commit another murder. would that imbecile ever stop? lucius mentally counts to twenty while the other person keeps producing noise. it couldn´t count as a conversation if one of the parts only says rubbish.making use of his only virtue ( patience)  he places the phone near his ear again. brings down his annoyance to an acceptable level and speaks.“  of course, cousin. I know how important family gatherings are. I will be there. now if you excuse me I have to hang up.” without waiting for a reply lucius ends the call.“ for sure that I will never go to the christian heaven, but hell I could attain sainthood via my patience.”

VALERIA HAD NEVER   been a fan of catching the tail end of conversations   ---   too many questions, not enough answers usually. yet, she couldn’t help but be amused at the words to follow the conversation. an amused giggle fell from red painted lips, eyebrow arching ever so slightly as the young witched paused her steps. “ family members really do test their boundaries, don’t they? “ she mused, lips quirking upwards ever so slightly. “ perhaps you’ll ascend to the heavens after that gathering, if you make it through it. “

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@skeletonites​ said: ⏳

VALERIA HAS RUN AWAY   a total of three times in her life. they go as follow:

ONE   ---   the first time was when she was six years old. her mother had screamed at her for a good hour, and after overhearing how it would be so much easier if she was completely different, she’d ran away. after escaping the giant home in the middle of the night, she fled deep into the town, where she’d hid herself away under the slide in the park. six hours later, the barnes family finally realized their daughter was missing. of course, as any parent, panic settled in initially. more so for her father than her mother, who ‘had a feeling’ it was just another one of valeria’s ‘games’. silas found her at 9:05 AM, twenty minutes after getting the call that they couldn’t find her. he brought her to a restaurant and bribed her with pancakes and ice cream to go back home.

TWO   ---   the second was when she was sixteen. the cops had announced the end of their search for justin. his parents never gave up hope, but she could see in his mothers eyes that she thought the worst. justin was involved with some bad people, we think he’s in danger. that was what the cops had told her. the idea that they’d just given up, knowing that he could be out there, hurting, drove her wild. so instead of going to school, valeria searched the entire town for him. and then she searched the next town over. and the one next to that. with not a single hint of justin’s existence in the area other than the posters with his face plastered on every inch of the town, she returned home before her parents had even noticed her missing.

THREE   ---   the third, and final time, was a month before she’d gotten her acceptance letter for the university. fed up with the controlling reigns her parents had on her, and the lonely existence she had in their home, feeling hopeless whenever thinking about the future... valeria had to escape. so she’d stolen her mothers benz and drove it to her grandfathers cabin. she spent a day there, claiming she was on a school related trip when she was questioned about her whereabouts. although she should’ve expected it, she was shocked and disappointed to find the cabin oddly empty, spare for the basic furniture   ---   and a locket with a picture of her and her grandfather, hanging from the wind chimes outside. overwhelmed by being there, valeria erupted. when she got home, her father got a call notifying him that silas’ cabin had been ‘vandalized’.

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@astartemyers​ said: ⏳

AS A CHILD, VALERIA    thought that she was adopted. in fact, she desperately wanted to believe she was. she hoped that some day that her real family would show up on her doorstep, and they’d love her to pieces, no matter the things that were wrong with her. and god, there was plenty wrong with her. or at least, she thought so, given the way her parents acted. when she was eight, after a particularily bad fight with her mother, she tore apart the whole house searching for any proof that she wasn’t theirs. the barnes’ returned to find their daughter sitting in the center of the living room with all the scattered papers floating in the air. by the time they’d sorted through it all, they’d realized she’d burned her birth certificate. she lost hope of ever being apart of a family that cared for her after that.

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luciusbelmonte said: secrets : my muse sharing/confiding their deepest, darkest secret with your muse.

IT WASN’T OFTEN THAT   valeria actually shared things regarding her past. in fact, her inability to open up about the trauma’s she’d experienced under the hand of her monstrous parents had been the exact thing to end her and selene’s relationship. if she’d just said something, anything about justin.... thinking such thoughts did no good for her. those thoughts were the exact reason she’d wound up drinking again anyway. consistently mauling over the many several ways she constantly ruined her closest relationships. how everyone left   ---   but in reality, she made them leave. her loneliness was to be blamed on nobody but herself, though, when the sun peaked through her curtains in a few hours, these mangled, messy truths would be veiled once again by her sobriety, her inability to accept.

her eyes remained downcast into the drink she held close to her face, watching as the alcohol swirled in her cup with the lightest movements of her fingers. “ one time, “ the words come as a shock, even to her, but at this point... why stop? “ after my mother no doubt drove the love of my life out of town, i had a bender. a bad one, and i can remember... breaking back into the house at three-o-five am. i went upstairs, and i stood in my parents room. i watched them as they slept. but all i could keep thinking about was that... justin was clean. and because my mother was a foul human being, now he probably wasn’t. if he was even still alive. and i just... kept getting angrier and angrier... “ even now, she could picture it vividly. the swaying of the room, staring at her mothers peaceful appearing face. scary how angelic a demon could look when resting, she found herself thinking. “ i thought about how easy it would be. to kill her. to be done with her. i thought i could do it. “

and if she had her time back now, she would have. in a heart beat. granted, there’s nothing stopping her now. “ i didn’t have much control over my magic but somehow i... i managed to pick up their dresser, and i had it hovering over the bed. directly above her. all i had to do was let it go. “ she had stayed there like it for a good ten minutes, staring at the woman who gave her life, wondering how much trouble she’d be in if she woke up at that exact moment, to find her ‘perfect daughter’ standing in their room in the middle of the night. hovering a dresser above her head while sipping on a half empty bottle of jack daniels. she almost wished she would. “ but in the end i knew there would be no way to explain how she died if i did that. so i didn’t. but i had her there. and i was ready to do it. i could’ve, and i don’t think i would’ve felt bad. “ and the perfect facade is gone, the broken shell of a twisted girl left in its wake, sipping at her vodka with distant, empty chocolate eyes. 

“ i just didn’t want to be caught. “

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PERFECT GIRL   /   FAILURE

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cheryl blossom + those goddamned red pants

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Behind the scenes of Madelaine Petsch as ‘Cheryl Blossom’ in Riverdale’s Heathers Musical episode.

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For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.

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“Shit I Overheard at my Law Firm” Sentence Starters

“Just read this fucker and take it to court.”

“Tone down your depositions, A-hole.” 

“He may be a buffoon and a fool, but by God he was innocent.”

*grumble grumble* “Sexist bastards.” 

“I don’t want to come into work without teeth!”

“That asshole better stop fucking with my client or else I’m gonna…”

“There are only two pears left. I’m naming them Adam and Eve.”

“Organic seaweed? What the hell is organic seaweed?”

“You asking me fishing?… fuck YES I’m there!”

“When the weather gets hot, I just step out on my back porch and pour water over my head for an hour or two. Works every time.”

“He is an artist. Use of Comic Sans in legal documents is his creative outlet.”

“Throw some Wingdings on that shit.”

“What does a person have to do to get a fucking cob salad around here?” 

“I’m trying to decide if I should go insane and body-pump or go home and sleep.”

“You can’t just ring a bell, un-ring it, and then ring it again.”

“We lost. We lost big time. But it’s okay. I’m good. It’s cool. I’ve got whiskey. I’m good.”

*applying lipstick to go to the gym* “What kind of a crazy woman wears lipstick to the gym??”

“Are you going to shut up and FISH today?” 

“Do you know of any pet friendly cafes? I’m meeting an attorney tomorrow and he’ll have his non-service hunting dog along. Don’t ask why.”

“Publicly, I agree. Personally, I think it’s chickenshit.”

“Keto diet? Is that like for chemo? Ohmygod do you have cancer?!??”

“I don’t have a circle on mine. Where’s my circle?”

“Don’t judge my printouts. Paper is a renewable resource.”

“The stapler has been compromised.” 

“You know that one case? The one with the person from the company whose doing some crazy stuff?”

“I wasn’t fishing. I was lawyer-ing. Much less exciting.”

“For a priest, he’s kind of an asshole.”

“Brownies and bourbon? Sounds like my kinda party!”

“I got a bottle of whiskey calling my name so I may not be back here tomorrow morning or ever.”

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  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

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Sentence Starters

“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

MISC

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.” 

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

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luciusbelmonte‌:

a girl in heeled biker boots sighs next to him. she had the appearance of a girl but was far from being one. truth to be told, lucius spoils her rotten. a fitting reward for his loyal companion since childhood. his drink disappears from within his reach and is in her hands.“ you don’t like what’s inside, so why try to steal it?” her answer is a devilish smile. the belmonte heir rolls his eyes at her shenanigans and takes off his gloves. using leather gloves makes him appear more of a self-absorbed asshole than he already is. there was nothing that he hated more than someone touching him by surprise. the siphoner  inside him would find any breach of concentration and leap out at the minimal contact with magic.besides some magic was just too untasteful. thus, he preferred to use gloves and unwind without having to worry with killing or hurting someone accidentally. the act itself has no weight on his conscience. hiding it was time consuming. shit needed to get done. dealing with clean ups was beneath him. his biggest blessing was his lack of morals

.his familiar interlaces her hand with his and he feeds her with some of the magic he stole. bottling up all inside was unnecessary and painful for his mortal carcass.as they were about to leave the place, THE ORPHAN, already disappearing in the sea of party goers leaves lucius alone. he places his gloves back and turns to the side when someone catches his gloved hand. valeria barnes. he knows of her from one of the many nights he spends in the sorority house at the QUEEN BEE´s room.the last thing they do is talk.  but lucius keeps himself informed about the sorority girls.

“ I  have two left feet, unless you are up to give me some dancing lessons?”he can be charming as the devil and twice as convincing while playing that role.

SHE RECOGNIZED WHO HE   was now, and perhaps it would’ve been better to let him go about his night, wherever he’d been headed, and for her to return home and get some much needed rest. but the last two shots of tequila had long since numbed any and all common sense and rational thought. instead of retracting the offer, valeria smiled instead, a beautiful, wide thing that stretched her lips further than they’d been in a while. 

“ personally, i think talent is overrated anyway, fun is the important part of anything you do. “ except, valeria barnes was almost perfect in every single thing she did, ever. the only time that flawed facade would drop, was in recent weeks when she found herself at a bar of some kind, sipping away her stress and sorrows. “ but, luckily for you i just happen to be an amazing dancer, “ at least that was the truth. the girl slid off the chair she was on, dropping his hand long enough to smooth her red skirt against milky thighs.

as quick as it left, her hand returned to his, and she found herself tugging him towards the dance floor, grinning wide when she stopped in the nearest open spot, twirling herself around when she does. “ and as you can clearly see, it’s not that hard. most of these people just bob back and forth. “