#— heartofasoldier.

[oculiaperticlausi]

closed — @heartofasoldier

Adaline tucks her leg underneath herself on the couch at Mateo's place. As he's working outside, her and Brooklyn are inside with some hot coca in between their hands. Pressing her lips together, the brunette glances up to look at her friend. "I slept with Zachary." She clears her throat. "Not once but twice," she chews on her lower lip as she taps her fingers against her mug. "And I know it's stupid because…" She's been there, she's done it… with Viktor. "But… And don't tell him I said this but he's not so bad." She glances down to her mug, pressing her lips together as she waits for her best friend to say something.

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location: grand manan hospital time: early morning status: @moravitris​ @postremorisu​ @heartofasoldier​

Perhaps it’s what the layman refers to as ‘avoidance’, but whatever the inspiration for that particular brand of stupidity that coursed through her, it doesn’t stop the fact that she can’t seem to get the image of it out of her mind. Material possessions aren’t important, she has to remind herself, or else give in to the flood of emotions welling up that she’d suppressed all those years ago, and steals herself out of the school. A blur of events occurred that were not only predictable, but also cliched in its likelihood. A storm. Followed by unreasonably chaotic road conditions. Soaked to the bone as she tries to manoeuvre the turns she’s spent an eternity mapping out in that same car. The rain blurs her vision, or is it something else, and she’s catching the car in its slips and slides, the only destination in mind being the garage at the old Williams home. The only place she’s sure is fortified enough to weather the storm, or the only place appropriate to house a wreckage. 

It’s a slip that she doesn’t catch, feeling the ground beneath them slide from beneath her, and there’s nothing she can do but brace for it, in the rain that’s threatening to drown, and she doesn’t even scream, not having the capacity for it. Shaking hands find her phone to call and wait. Her eyes are blown wide and breath leaving her in pants and sobs when the paramedics arrive, help her into the awaiting ambulance. Her eyes find the bright red hood of the car broken by the lone tree that stands in the way between ground and cliff and water. Her terrified eyes train on that spot as they drive away.

Her tongue loosens in the hospital chaos. As expected, numbers in emergency are high and she’s insistent that she’s fine. Time passing makes no register, as she’s shoving her feet into her boots, shouts and panting alert her to the arrival of no other than her brother, and she doesn’t register the others. Her head pounds in agitation. A spot in her side weeps in pain. She cuts the nurse a glare. “I told you not to fucking call anyone,” she ignores the words like ‘concussion’ and ‘monitoring’ and ‘internal bleeding’ and turns to the others. A worried blonde catches her eyes and she softens visibly. “Sammy. I’m fine. Get me out of here.”

[brightstvrlights]

closed for @heartofasoldier

"Is this seriously all you have in your fridge? how do you survive?"

[eclvpses]

for: @heartofasoldier location: trinity

“See this line here?” For nearly five minutes now, Quinn had been cooing over Jackson’s open palm. Merely just so she could flirt, making up everything as she went along, a pointer finger running along the creases in his hand. “That’s, like, really good! It’s long - your life line, see? Which is good, given the circumstances. You might just make it out of town alive. Take me with you?”

[tcintedsvcrets]

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[demidevildiva]

Closed Starter: @heartofasoldier

She'd waited a good while trying to see if Brooklyn would reach for the last piece. Had stared at it a couple of times, but not said much regarding it as they were engrossed in conversation... at least some form of it anyways. "Are you going to-" Juno didn't bother finishing the sentence, instead pointing at it with her finger. "The bacon. It's... taunting me." The poor piece of bacon screaming for her to consume it in its entirety; to savor the salty crunchy delicacy. "I just didn't wanna get it if you planned on it first, you know?"

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( @heartofasoldier )

A worrier at heart - it felt like that was all Eden was capable of anymore; there wasn't any room left in her for any other emotions, except anger, maybe - at the situation they found themselves in. Months of no answers, of shoddy arrests and then releases - several steps back with every new murder, and none forward. It felt - hopeless, and Eden hadn't felt that way in a very long time. But she could control the small things, maybe - spotting Alara in front of the counter at Rise n' Shine - her body moving before her mind could to saddle up besides her and extend her card out to the barista first. "That's on me." Said with a small smile, Eden glanced down at Alara with her usual worry, "How have you been holding up?"

[passingfaces]

closed starter: utp @heartofasoldier location: rise and shine

Iris was a few coffees, and what felt like a handful of Advil, in when she finally noticed that someone else had taken a seat across from her. Was the coffee shop busy? Were they sitting here first? Did she care? "Do I look as bad as I feel?" she asked, although she knew that the hangover this morning still wasn't bad enough to keep her from doing it all again tonight.

[intothevnkncwn]

Tagged: @heartofasoldier

Location: On the way to Emre's house

"I need you to steal my house key back from Hazal," spoken as if he'd asked her to simply pick up a package off the porch. "But she can't know that I told you to do it." Incurring the wrath of his sisters was daunting enough, but Hazal in particular? Nightmarish and she'd no doubt find some way to playfully spite him as a result. Either by climbing through a window regardless or scrawling something obscene on his bathroom mirror in lipstick, whatever sprung to her brilliant yet terrifying mind that day.

[daemxnium]

for: leo sutton / @heartofasoldier​

“Careful now,” Sebiorn voiced, stepping silently behind the figure in the alley. His steps were silent, a practice that had come from years of chasing behind another who tended to be more wily than most— but the bent head was brushed golden like a crown, even if he had been doused in macabre. He kept his tone low, as if he was approaching a wild animal that was prone to startle at the crash of sudden movement or light. “If you keep going, you’ll have to find a place to bury him.” Keen ears picked up the sound of a pulse, weak but ebbing, desperately grasping for life in the same way that the sun starved to slice through the dark. “You’re new at this, aren’t you?” It was a quiet observation, paired with his hand reaching for the younger vampire’s shoulder.

[postremorisu]

GRAND MANAN HALLOWEEN  w/ @heartofasoldier​

Jesse knows he took a little longer for someone who was supposed to be getting two spooky themed drinks and he didn’t really know how he was going to explain the good chunk of time he went missing for but he figured if his mother noticed her alone that she would find ways to entertain her plus he could always use the excuse of being someone that others liked talking to. It wasn’t shocking to find the only Whittaker man mingling at these sorts of things. He walks over toward the brunette, stepping in front of her and spinning to see her. “I’m sorry that took so long... You’d be surprised how many people love to talk to my ears off.” He chuckles softly, extending her drink out to her.

[oculiaperticlausi]

closed — @heartofasoldier

Mateo lays next to her, his fingers brushing through the strands of her hair. He's been practically attached to her hip and since he only has the farm to take care of along with some in house therapy appointments he goes wherever she does. He knows they are supposed to be taking this slow but he hasn't been able to let her out of his sight after his friend Stefan died. He leans in, placing his forehead against hers as he moves his fingers down to her exposed back. "Move back in," he whispers. "Please."

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location: ozdemir street party time: early evening status: closed @heartofasoldier​

As the late afternoon sun begins to dip beneath the horizon, the atmosphere at the stalls of the street seems to pick up in excitement. There’s something about the whole affair that sets him on edge, and Vasili can’t quite define what sets it off. There’s a general unease that’s crimped the edges of his consciousness for the past few weeks now, since the drowning perhaps even, and though he has no tangible evidence, something feels like it’s coming. And somehow, the one touch that seems to calm the hubbub of noise that plagues him is also someone he knows he shouldn’t be getting involved with.

He spots her, because of course he does, across the street with Alison, someone he’s not even dared breathe a word of the whole thing to; best not to overcomplicate things, he tells himself. An advantageous alliance, is all his father had said, and he has to convince himself that it’s where the line has to be drawn. But the feel of a heartbeat against his hollow chest creeps beyond that line, the smile that’s a refreshing summer rain surges past that line, and he watches as she makes her way down the street smiling. Before he can stop himself, he’s sending her a text message, despite the week of radio silence. It’s not fair, his behaviour and the way she looks, but both of those things exist and he’s too weak to stop himself pressing send.

You look lovely tonight. Want some fairy floss? 

[brightstvrlights]

closed for: @heartofasoldier

location: Marina General Hospital

"Hey you, I brought you a coffee and some snacks from the cafe," Zara greets as she approaches the tired-looking frame of Matthew. "I hope the coffee is still hot enough, it took a while to find you. I think I walked around in a circle a few times... How do you not constantly get lost?" She offers a warm smile, hopeful she can lift his spirits just a little. "When does your shift end?"

[eclvpses]

closed for - @heartofasoldier

“God - can you move it, gigantor?” Rosa didn’t bother trying to get along with Jackson when she was in a good mood. Today, she felt like she was rotting on the inside out, and they’d played a back and forth game of trying to move out of each other’s way for one too many steps now. “You practically reach the ceiling and yet you still manage to just - be impossible to avoid. I should see you coming a mile away, how do you just. Still get in the way.”

[tcintedsvcrets]

@heartofasoldier - matthew

"You should know," Sera started, setting the take away coffee she'd gotten for him - already knowing exactly what his order was after months of hearing it over and over again. A fact that still didn't lose it's touch when she thought about how much they'd learned about each other in such a short amount of time, "You're quite the topic in the nurses lounge at the moment." Her own cup lifted to her lips as she offered a small smile - one that perhaps covered up how she felt about it all, after their relationship had been discovered.