#bryce's threads

[bcbliophile]

[midnightblosm]

( six feet under the stars, )

--//-;; closed starter for @dcymcres --//-;; eva + bryce

Breathe. 1, 2, 3... Her internal monologue almost drowned amongst the buzz of the coffee shop. Eva's eyes had fallen shut in an attempt to re-align her mind and focus on just herself, her half-finished latte, and the laptop that currently sat open on the little table in front of her. Business had been a little thin as of late, and she was trying to talk herself into replying yes to an email request from the morgue. Their usual makeup artist was on vacation, and her coverage was out sick. They needed help with two bodies that should be prepared for burial soon, but Eva had never worked on someone... not alive.

Her eyes opened back up when she managed to slow her racing heart, now staring at quite the long line forming at the order counter. Damn, just as she was about to get up and get another coffee. She looked back at the email before she shut her laptop and shoved it into her bag. Her mug was picked up before she took her place in line, right behind a very tall, very... intimidating looking man.

[scienceknewmynightmares]

who: bryce and salem where: tattoo shop @crwnofthcrns

bryce didn't have a lot of tattoo's, in fact he had only one but that didn't stop him from going into the shop to try and talk to salem. he wasn't sure if he'd get something from her given their history but maybe it was also just an excuse to be able to talk to her. truthfully he missed her but he knew it was his fault the relationship had ended and that was something he was going to regret for who knew how long. he'd take anything he could get from her though even if it was just friendship. "so i was thinking of maybe getting another tattoo soon. thoughts on what i should get?"

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

I’ve been thinking a lot about the photography for the album (as I am wont to do) and once again am amazed at how Taylor and Beth Garrabant came to work together by happenstance and it has unlocked yet another visual medium through which Taylor can tell the story of her work.

The fact that Taylor initially reached out to Beth for the folklore photoshoot in 2020 not just because she admired her work, but most importantly because she worked solo which was important during the initial Covid lockdown and adhering to safety protocols, and she liked the 35mm aesthetic. This could have easily been a one-off venture like I think most of her other shoots were, but something about Beth and her approach made Taylor feel safe enough to not only keep working with her, but expose herself with each one to more vulnerability and storytelling through the photos. They’ve captured lightning in a bottle together and I think it must speak to Beth’s talent as an artist and compassion as a person that Taylor has trusted her with this incredibly vulnerable side of herself she hasn’t really explored much until their partnership began.

Not to be all cupcake-y, but in some ways it feels like the universe took 2020 Taylor and said “I’m going to put you in the orbit of these creative collaborators who are going to throw a blanket on you and keep you warm” and that just catapulted her into the creative supernova we’ve seen since then. The collective she is part of now is just something to behold.

[littlequeens]

@sunsetstained danika to bryce: [ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .

the  music  pumped  through  bryce's  blood,  reverberating  through  her  bones  and  down  into  her  soul.  head  tips  back,  auburn  hair  spilling  down  her  back  as  she  moves  in  tune  with  the  beat.  sweat  beaded  along  her  spine  and  between  her  breasts,  all  the  bodies  of  fae  and  shifters  alike  crowding  the  club.  a  broad  smile  spreads  across  her  face  as  she  meets  danika's  gaze,  pulling  her  best  friend  away  from  the  group  of  males  surrounding  her  so  they  could  dance  together  instead.    ❛ hold  still! ❜    she  sees  danika  mouth,  the  music  too  loud  for  her  to  actually  hear  the  words.  she  watches  as  the  wolf  licks  the  pad  of  her  thumb  before  gripping  bryce's  chin  and  rubbing  a  smudge  of  lipstick  from  under  her  bottom  lip.     ❛ thanks!  that  lion  shifter  was  a  real  sloppy  kisser! ❜

[staeryed]

the club is loud,   deafening almost, but the words were spoken loud and clear. the drink in my hands was taken and poured out behind the bar before i was even aware on what was happening.   had i really drank that much or had i been drugged?   blinking my hazel, yet blurry, eyes rapidly, i tried to gain vision on the female in front of me.  

“so ,  sue me .  i didn’t want you to die .”  @jvstsaywhen

    " die? " i question,  wondering exactly what she meant.   had i honestly been drugged ? at my size, it should be out of my system fairly quickly but losing control is the last thing i want. especially here, where there are far too many people and people i don't know.  i had never thought this was a bad idea and i've been in lots of . . . odd yet violent situations, but i've never lost control.  this better not be one of those fucking times.   clearing my throat, i question again,  " what do you mean? " 

[bittcrsuite]

continued from here ♡ ( @honeyhour )

“okay, i’ve done much more embarrassing things than believe a rumor, so i wouldn’t say it’s really embarrassing.” bryce defends herself, a scoff following. “what does that mean, then? you’re not back together?”

[inkshadow]

continued for @bittcrsuite from the source

he bites back a playfully sassy comment, one that would've started a bit between them like they did in the old days but now he's left standing there a bit too awkwardly. even in such simple clothes, bryce looked great and he's having to force his gaze down to a random corner of the rug that stretches along the hallway. ❝ o-oh, yeah that sounds like a good idea. best way to pass time and still relax. what movie were you planning on putting on? ❞ as if this was the best time to have this conversation but he felt the interaction would be far more awkward if he just cut it off and left.

[etdraconis]

//ball or something to welcome Rig as governor 👀. Also I added in some half-demon children because CC would have been amazing with them. Rioben, Ethine, & Nephamael - tripet children of Jesiba and Eldrin. For Bryce!!//

Eldrin held his position, watching at Apollion turned away the priestess didn't fall. She held herself, watching her sisters burn.

He slid eyes to his king, Apollion remembered the Dark Days when the Asteri had come to Helheihm and subjugated them.

When Orcus, Mantyx, and Erawan had rose up and rallied their people and overthrew them.

Those memories were faint for him, so many generations removed from that. He met Apollion's eyes as he passed him.

His voice, the voice of ancestors in his mind.

"You're welcome. You'll be weaker with something like that."

Eldrin didn't comment, simply watched Jesiba as they were called to turn away.

Eldrin slipped out of the camp, his brothers waiting. They dissapered into the dark.

The landspace was ravaged with death and bodies. Was this what his ancestors faced during the Asteri Civil War? When titants made the skies bleed?

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Jesiba stared at Eldrin as the fire crackled in front of them. His brothers moved silently around the camp.

"I thought Valg couldn't rebel."

Eldrin tilted his head and slowly shook his head.

"No. We - we do not need mates to reproduce. Valg reproduce asexually, forming children from our energy. Children are always born in clusters of 2 to 6. Apollion is the progenitor of my line, stretching back to the first Kings we ever had after the Asteri tried to take our world. It's not that we can't rebel, many choose to follow their last living ancestor, we venerate our ancestors."

He looked to his hands, flexing them.

"He was trying to kill you, break you because -"

"We're mates, I know. I felt the bond snap when you looked to me."

Jesiba stared at the fire, did any of her witch magic remain? What was she now?

She exhaled, nails digging into the sand. She didn't have the luxury to wallow. She needed to understand this, use it to her advantage and keep going. That's what she owed her sisters, her coven and books.

A thought formed and even now, even knowing so little about this male - she recoiled at the mere idea.

"It's why he ate Sirius didn't he?"

Eldrin gave a grave nod.

"His mate, she was a threat. But perhaps he didn't want to kill her but keep her for himself."

"Jesiba do you have a plan?"

Lykos walked to him, his voice soft gentle. A healer's voice, patient. Jesiba swallowed the tears, the pain and stared at the fire.

"Protect the books, survive long enough to kill them all."

Eldrin's other brothers Noxtis and Faelan snickered.

"Suits us, I've always wanted to taste an Asteri's heart."

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Rioben gritted his teeth he'd drank far too much last night. And these events were best enjoyed sober.

He gravitated to where Danika and Bryce stood. He thankfully hadn't seen either of his parents yet - he didn't much need their looks of disapproval. Not everyone was as doom and gloom as them.

"You seen the new hotshot governor yet?"

His brother Nephamael snorted and gestured to the doors with his chin. Rigelus has stepped through, he cut an imposing figure in black. His eyes flickered to them and away as people he seemed to know reached him.

He smiled leaning down to whisper something in the female's near him. Silarial, she was beautiful Rioben thought. She glittered and glowed like the Asteri she was.

He felt Nephamael's irritation in their psychic bond.

"Please don't start mooning over someone too. I can barely stand it when Ethine gets all starry eyed about Talathain."

Danika rolled her eyes sipping at her drink.

"So he's going to pretend he doesn't know us? Alright then."

Rioben and his siblings had come to visit their mother antiques shop soon after Bryce had started. They'd all clicked with her quickly, becoming fast friends with Danika, and Bryce. Ethine in particular was always excited to do girls night to get away from her brothers.

On cue, she came to their side. Her fingers intertwined with her fiance's. Talathain was downright kind for a fae knight. Chivalrous and devoted. He and Ethine had been together since they'd met during his Ordeal in the Underkingdom.

Ethine's eyes glowed with excitement, a sharp contrast to her parents and brothers more reserved nature.

"Bryce! Danika! Hi! Oh you both look gorgeous! Sorry we're late -"

"Talathain isn't."

Nephamael murmured earning him a glare from Ethine.

"I told you to stop reading his emotions Neph."

"I would if he didn't broadcast them so loudly."

Talathain watched in amusement as they began to bicker. He was used to this, especially when all 3 of them could read emotions, must be the demon blood in them. He didn't care, Ethine was it for him - he didn't want anyone else.

He looked to Bryce, reaching to give her and Danika quick hugs.

"Where's Connor? He's coming right?"

Bryce had strongly considered not coming to the ball. Learning that Rigelus, of all the people in the world, was going to be the new Governor of Lunathian had been hard enough. Knowing that he was going to be there in the city again, so close to her physically yet so far away in every other sense, had been hard enough. She had never gotten over him; not really. The thought of their kiss before he had left her always lingered in the back of her mind.

Even after the dreams had started, when she was so sure she had started speaking to her mate.

But, Danika had convinced her she needed to go. It was expected of her, of course, but it was also a way to make sure Rigelus didn't know how much power he held over her. She had even talked Connor into being her "date" for the evening, just to fuck with Rig a beat. As far as she knew, the male didn't know that Connor already had a mate and that he and Bryce hadn't been a thing since just after college. She was more than happy to make Rig think they were dating - and Theresa, Connor's mate, had thought it a hilarious idea. She was more than happy to agree, and Bryce was more than happy to treat her to a spa day in return.

Now she was watching as the new Governor entered and immediately started whispering to a gorgeous female Bryce could only assume was an Asteri. The two of them seemed so... close. So intimate. The wave of jealousy that washed over her was almost overwhelming, and she was surprised that she didn't break the stem of her champagne flute with how tightly she gripped it.

He barely even looked at me, that bastard...

Her friend's words pulled her out of her sulking and she forced a smile to her face as she returned Talathain's hug.

"Hey! Yeah, Connor's coming tonight; he should be here any minute, actually. We were supposed to come together but we couldn't convince him to let his mate go just yet," she replied, rolling her eyes with an affectionate smile.

[n0chanxes]

The Best Policy: Bryce & Alex

Not a clue. He hadn't had a single idea what to say in response to.. to so much sudden, visceral honesty. So the young heir just sniffed once and willed his tears to stop, too spent from a too long day to think through those words and come up with a good reply, let alone an honest one. He'd settled instead on shaking his head, and a weak, muttered 'I'd like.. to go home now, please' when all other words failed him. It would be a long ride home, and his long day would turn into an even longer night if they didn't return soon. His head was foggy from tears he was so under to holding back; foggy enough that the heir found himself sitting in the front seat, not liking how.. alone.. sitting in the back felt. He remained silent, tired eyes watching the world pass as the car slowly began rocking him to sleep.

"W...wake me up.. before we arrive? I'll need t... to fix my makeup before entering.." It was the last coherent, worried thought he voiced before fully nodding off, entirely unaware as his head lolled to the side, and eventually came to rest in Alex's lap. He slept.. soundly.. Maybe for the first time in years. And a small, thoughtless mutter left him.

"W..... I want to... to trust you..so badly.. I just.. don't want to see you die.. Don't want to see anybody die...Not again" The words were punctuated with a small whimper, before the heir slipped back into sleep for the rest of the ride, a single line of tears trailing down the bridge of his nose.

@midncghts

[virghosuna]

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[ange1s]

༉‧₊˚.           |     |     |           it's     all     right.     i     have     no     friends     …            HEATHER      &.     BRYCE     FT.     @gothurt

heather   had   always   been   a   magnet.   she   had   never   been   alone.   of   course,   with   all   the   blur   that’s   happened   in   highschool,   &.   now   having   to   be   at   college,   these   things   change.   suddenly,   no   one   gives   a   shit   &.    you're   now   a   nobody.   these   things   shouldn't   matter,   yet   …   she   feels   so   alone   more   than   ever   in   this   new   town   &.    she   hates   it.    ❝  neither   do   i,     ❞    she   says   this   almost   too   quickly.    ❝ i   mean,   i   used   to,   well,   maybe   i   still   do.   but   they're   far   far   away   now.    ❞ 

[knightsxfhell]

with Rosaline Peake @knightsmc

As the curse slipped out under his breath at the sight of the 'Out of Order' strung haphazardly across his building's one elevator, Bryce found himself vowing not for the first time that he'd find himself somewhere new to live. Usually his words were practically promises, so few of them spoken that they carried their own weight, never saying something he didn't plan on following through with. But this was a promise he was almost certain he would break. Attachment lingered to the place even though he knew he could afford better, it had been the first place he'd found when he'd moved back to Reno after the deaths of his family, tour finished but any sense of accomplishment overshadowed by his grief. He hadn't been picky then, simply taking the first place that looked passable. So even though as he trudged up the stairs he regretted the decision he knew as soon as he opened his door the resolve to move would evaporate.

His exasperation, though, that would last a little longer.

Realising that he'd not checked his mailbox he made his way back down the stairs he'd just climbed. There was always a silent prayer to a god he didn't believe in that he'd be lucky enough to avoid all his fellow residents. But just as he began to put his key in the lock the sight of someone approaching caught his peripherals, silhouette outlined in the frosted glass. Sigh fell from his lips before he studied the figure a little more close to discern if he should try to make a sharp exit. He knew everyone who lived in the building, committing them all to memory somewhat obsessively just so he could quickly identify them all. For most he would have kept his head down and feigned ignorance, pretending to be too engrossed in his task to see them coming. Played at being anything but the painfully observant man he knew he was. But the petite stature and strawberry blonde hair meant that he'd found one of his few exceptions, with him hitting pause on his task so he could close the distance between himself and the door.

Door was held open for her wordlessly, only waiting until she was just over the threshold before he went back to his mailbox. "Elevator's out again." Words were spoken without looking up from the mail in his hands, flicking through the envelopes before deciding that there was nothing truly important contained within them. It was only then that he glanced up, immediately catching sight of the brown paper bags in her arms. A slight nod is given in their direction knowing that there were still several flights of stairs between her and her apartment. "You want a hand with those?" He often felt that there was too much blood staining him and too much grief darkening his soul for him to ever be a true knight in shinning armour. He's under no illusion that small acts of courtesy will do anything to undo what he'd already done but his mother had raised him to be polite and it seemed rude not to offer. 

[porternevaeh]

availability : closed ( for @buiralplot ) location : the corner

nevaeh was typing furiously in her notes app. she normally didn't write in public but there was a strike of inspiration. while she was more of an artist than a writer, sometimes there were thoughts that she needed to get out and the only thing she had was her phone, not a sketchbook or canvas in sight. when she saw bryce, she waved him over. "do you think you can read this and tell me if it makes sense or if it's just a bunch of shit?" she was always doing that, talking herself down.

[littlequeens]

@sunsetstained lele said to bryce: ❝ pretending you don't need people doesn't make you strong it just makes you a jackass. ❞

the  glare  bryce  shoots  lehabah  is  as  fiery  as  the  female  herself.  it  was  amazing  how  the  little  fire  sprite  always  knew  what  to  say,  even  if  bryce  didn't  want  to  hear  it.  she  resumes  her  typing,  at  least  trying  to  get  some  work  done  today,  if  only  to  distract  from  the  never  ending  aching  in  her  heart.     ❛   I'm  not  pretending,  lele.  I  don't  need  anyone.  including  you  bothering  me.  now  go  finish  cataloging  the  tomes  jesiba  brought  in  last  week  before  she  turns  you  into  a  candle.   ❜

[tiffsmanuscript]

starter : bryce warren 🎸

status: open location: the plaza hotel - elevator outside the rose club

it had been twelve hundred days since bryce warren had any use for his name, not that he was counting. the days all seemed to bleed together as he remained tethered to the monotony of his assigned tasks, often seeing the same work and same people in his day to day. luckily, he was asked to abandoned his bellhop duties to assist room service today, granting him reprieve from a usually mundane routine. he had just delivered towels to the carnegie suite when he found himself in front of the rose club, wishing he could just sit down for a moment. he considered it when he noticed he wasn't alone.

" you ever wonder what they would do if we took a break ? "