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@gro2esq​ ASKED,  24 .   a  kiss  on  the  neck . / riley

       𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. smells of cooking food, splashed with spices  &&  the smell of onion, hit her senses—body still dressed in business cloths after a long day of teaching college students about the paranormal.    the echos of questions asked, her responses, still linger in the back of her mind as do the obvious stacks of essays to be graded before next week on kitchen table.    a gentle hum leaves her lips, hips swaying side to side in time with the music she had going in the background.     ;      ears don’t pick up on the door being opened, the jingle of keys, nor the soft call cain had made to   𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓮   himself.     when she feels arms wrap around her, woman gives a little jump before realizes who it was:   ❝  jesus, fuck !  you nearly gave me a heart attack.  ❞  words normally would be laced with irritation, but riley manages a laugh to herself.   hand works on moving around food, eyes checking time for what’s in the oven.   another quiet hum, not one of content but something else, leaves lips at the sensual press of lips against the side of her neck.   body has made quick work of leaning into cain like it always does when they have their arms around her from behind:  ❝  are you trying to get to   𝙰𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙽   the food or ?  ❞   a gentle chuckle, another kiss.  ❝  because it might be working.  ❞

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@gro2esq​ ASKED,   𝒊  𝒂𝒎  𝒏𝒐𝒕  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒐𝒏𝒆  𝒐𝒇  𝒖𝒔  𝒘𝒉𝒐  𝒉𝒂𝒔  𝒏𝒐  𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 . ( 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒚 )

       𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍, 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓   from behind lips.   eyes narrow, hand placed on her hip where pointed nails dig into the fabric of her top.    did he mean to insult her with that statement, teach her a lesson, or show how much it a better person he is  ?   it was almost laughable to wednesday just like the way people change up on you at the drop of a hat.   she’s always been more than   𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃   with who she is  &&  no moral coddling will change that . . she’s over a hundred years old  &&  she likes who she is  !     lips downturn in a mockery smile,   ❝  so, you wanna play the bigger person trope ?  ❞   brow arches for a moment, a unneeded breath being drawn into her chest. he was no human—something the vampire could smell from a mile away.   he stunk of something else, something not entirely appetizing.    (    lucky for him, she says in the back of her mind.   I’ve missed draining someone. . .  )    ❝  get over yourself  !  ❞   voice raises a little, tone verging on being   𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭.    ❝  I am who i am  &&  you’ve always know that. too late to cry about it now, cain.  ❞   dark locks give a shake with movement of her head. a step toward them:   ❝  don’t stand there  &&  act like you don’t do damn near the same as me . d raining humans, no matter the species,  is still murder.   you, cain, are a murderer just like me.  ❞

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@gro2esq​  ASKED,  𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 :   𝒄𝒂𝒊𝒏  𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒕𝒐  𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚'𝒔 𝒂𝒊𝒅  𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏  𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚  𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆  𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎  𝒂  𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆

        𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒  sleep at all.   pleading whispered in her ear, the distant sound of a scream, or the ghostly touch of a hand near her foot at bottom of bed.   ever since she was little environment has been plagued by things such as these—a gift her mother called it, but riley has never been so inclined to see it as such.   the whispers of ghosts in your head doesn’t make for much of a happy life when death trails behind in your   𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙳𝙾𝚆  !    (   she tries to help them in all honesty. she listens to them, gives their message to a loved one if near by. she feels them leave when request is granted . . . off into some light or sense of warmth or whatever happens after. but, at the same time, her “gift” is taxing  &&  she’s never seemed to recover completely from that.    )      ;       another nightmare has taken grip on her soul while flashes of death, a very distinct snap,  &&  then nothing overtake her.   it has brows furrowed in the dead of sleep, a light shine of sweat on her forehead  &&  a  𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶   ripping out of her throat as she wakes ! eyes look frantically in the dark as moonlight shines through curtains &&  then hands—hands on her arms, hand against the side of her face. eyes, deep with dark circle, finds him:  ❝  cain. . . cain. . .  ❞  a deep breath to follow, head following the exhale. a hand runs through messy hair,  ❝  fuck, I’m sorry. . . i woke you up didn’t I ?   god, that always happens  !   god damn nightmares !  ❞  palms cover her face as chest exhales a deep groan.

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@gro2esq​ ASKED,  ❝ 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒚. ❞ ( 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂 )

   𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 to speak on as it brought up traumatizing, bad memories.   those even not of her own—those of her mothers who inadvertently passed them onto an equally as grief ridden daughter  !   wanda didn’t know that would happen or that pietra’s own grief would be magnified because of it. mother  &&  daughter two sides of one coin &&  one half a whole soul. . . the question remains:   what does she do with all of it now? that ever present, heavy grief  &&  guilt ?   she wants   𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶  at the heavens, she wants to reunite herself with her loved ones sometimes even at the cost of someone else.   that wouldn’t be very ‘hero’ of her, would it ?  yet can you blame her completely . . .     ;      eyes, multi colored  &&  darkened with her emotion, stare at cain with an expression of stillness that searched for leaning in what he said.     ❝  if that’s true, then why must I mourn so deeply ?  ❞  brow arches, tone verging on as if she is asking for legitimate answers.  ❝  my brothers are gone, my home, my father,  &&  now this ?   I am alone with my own grief, my memories of my mothers.  ❞   jaw clenched as if she were momentarily   𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚁𝚈   about that sad, simple truth no one would really want to hurt.    ❝   I want someone to be there for me, but nuh-no one understands !  ❞   tears well in her eyes as they downcast  &&  teeth bite into lower lip like she does when trying not to cry.  ❝  I am tired of suffering on my own, of dealing with it on my own, I can’t do it !  ❞  head gives a sharp shake.