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.like for a starter from my bloodthirsty boi

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.like for a starter from my bloodthirsty boi

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being human uk → annie, alex, hal, and tom + the honolulu heights b&b

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anonymous asked: hal/alex or nick/jess

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dracoiignis:

        ❛ hal, we all know y’ can’t stay mad at me —- don’t even  TRY  t’ pretend. ❜ he says as he leans closer to his friend, throwing an arm around his shoulders, ignoring the way people were looking at them as he presses a kiss to the man’s cheek. ❛ it’s not like  WE  were disruptin’ your beauty sleep or anythin’, c’mon  LIGHTEN UP  babe. ❜ a small part of him does feel bad for making moves on zach that morning, which may have woken hal up, but at that moment, he had been to busy paying attention zach than to what his roommate was doing across the room. ❛ c’mon hal, it’s not gonna work an’ ya know it. ❜

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      ❝ i think you’re GREATLY overestimating my affection for you, you incorrigible idiot.  ❞  he affects a nonplussed expression, eyebrows rising as he carefully keeps his face blank, despite the small flutter of warmth the kiss leaves against his cheek. leo is incredibly lucky his ire is easily bought off, heavy sigh passing lips, shoulders sagging beneath the comforting weight of his roommate’s arm.   ❝   perhaps next time you decide to cause a ruckus so EARLY in the morning, you’ll remember i’m still very much there. and not above smothering you quietly in the night.  ❞  it’s wry, leaves him in a murmur as dry as the sun baked soil outside as dark gaze flickers over the book in his hands.

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                                            you tell yourself ’BE BRAVE’                                             –   to   put   on   that   f a c e                                                                      &                                             { CREATE }   that    f a c a d e                                             because      if      you     don’t,                                             you’re  afraid  you’ll  b r e a k.

                                            this is your cacophony of lies.

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💔 { phcntasmic }

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27 - Your muse breaks up with mine.

                       ❝ You can’t be SERIOUS ? ❞ disbelief clouds rational thought, mutes the sting that burrows into his heart as sure as if she’d staked him ( recoils even ; shoulders curl inwards in abortive attempt to shield from the BLOW of the words ). already he feels the gaping maw of loneliness rising behind him, ready and willing to fill the gap she carves into his chest ------- but it’s not unexpected. he’s known, for as long as they’ve entertained this notion of a relationship, that she’d realize he was still a MONSTER at his core, would wise up and leave while she still could. but preparation does nothing to stem the ache, the slow spread of NUMB in his system. he wants to laugh ; breach that edge of hysteria and his lips curve in a mockery of a smile ( broken and pathetic, as hollow as he feels ). 

                  and he loves her still, most likely always will. has always admired the fire of her spirit ; the steel to her spine, the never back down confidence that screams from every pore. the gentle smile she’d grace him, the way her fingers danced across the keys of her piano ---- let him sit by and listen as she played. would laugh at the bickering that he and Tom fell into. it hits him that’s she become his world ( filled the gap left behind by the lose of his BEST friend ; the two people constant in his half a century of sobriety ), and the fear of losing that once more leaves his chest tight, breathing hard. ❝ Alex please, don’t do this. Not NOW, not after everything. ❞

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its okay, I got you

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                fingers shake even as they wind their way into the thick dark locks of the hair at his temple, causes yet more disarray to the normally perfect style ( and there’s a liquid there ; sticky and dark and heady where he runs it through strands without real thought ). he’s been doing so well, avoiding temptation, dodging INTOXICATING ambrosia of blood —–- yet here he was, bottle smashed at his feet, metal of the flask bent and twisted by the fear-tight grip he’d held of it. thought the last of the blood had gone, forgotten about the gift from Rook before the man left him be. ❝ I didn’t mean to - I thought, I’d thought I’d thrown it I’m sorry. ❞   gasps leave in quick succession, strain through the tightness of his throat as FEVERISH dark gaze rises to meet the steadfast comfort of the wolf’s. of Tom. but the relief doesn’t come, the panic doesn’t fade —– makes him sick, stomach coiling uncomfortably ( twists cruelly as red flashes in the corner of his vision ).

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            the one ability he’s never managed to master despite his years ----- art in all it’s forms ( still greatly appreciates those that can however ). he straightens in his seat, forearms pressing against tabletop as he leans closer in interest,    ❝ of COURSE. ❞

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he’s sitting across from the other,       ipad turned away …  ( toward himself )        so that hal couldn’t see the content that was on the screen.     ❛     ALL   DONE..    you wanna see ?    ❛      

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                     ❝CLEARLY ----- I’m sure you could have killed them all and made a clean escape without my intervention, I’m terribly sorry for ruining your crowning glory. Do you still want to do a victory dance ? I promise to clap. ❞ perhaps a step to far, with the drawling commentary ( but FEAR for her safety overrides the need to be civil ; temper and composure thrown to the wind in the face of it ). eyes roll heavenward, a brief moment to gather himself, a chance to ignore the irksome glare still being leveled by the woman before him.

                             ❝ Sadly we don’t always get what we want, do we ? ❞

She rolls her eyes in response, but does rise to her feet, Even though she’d fully expected the sarcasm (what was Hal without it, really), it still irked her. Crossing her arms, she sends a scathing glare in the vampire’s direction.

“How’s about a ‘Thank you, Alex! You just saved my skin, Alex! That guy was going to take my head off, ALEX!’ ”

Despite the argument, she does look around for any stragglers, and check the last of her supplies. Damn. She hadn’t meant to use as many wooden bullets as she had. That could be a problem later. 

“I didn’t even ask you to come along! I had it handled!” She concludes, trying not to sound every bit of the pouty child she feels like.

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                    ❝ I’m not even going to ask WHY you still have a stake back there ------ but yes, brilliant plan. Go up to the suspicious looking van, have a good chat with the potential assailants, invite them round for tea. ❞ sarcasm dripping behind every words that leaves his lips, gaze upon the wolf turning incredulous at the mere thought of such an action. perhaps the most logical ( considering it WAS a Greggs van at the end of the day ) solution, but hal has been around long enough to know blind actions lead to disaster. ❝ Of course I’m not going to go up and KNOCK on their window, are you completely crazy ? No ---- this requires a more delicate approach. ❞   

                             Tom thinks about the vampire’s observation for a moment. His initial thoughts are that if there was ever to be a van that should earn the title of ‘suspect’, he wouldn’t have thought it would be a Greggs van and then he decided that monsters come in all shapes and sizes. “Why don’t yer go ‘nd knock on the window or somethin’? See if there’s anythin’ weird goin’ on. I’ve got a stake out the back if yer wanna borrow it?”

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                   ❝ This whole conversation is tangential. ❞ perhaps the sentence carries a weight of childishness to it, ire rising in a short SPIKE at the accusatory gesture he receives for his trouble even entering into the conversation in the first place ( feels the numbing pain of a headache threatening behind his eyes ). though the question is interesting at the very least, attention focusing on the cat with a new perspective,  ❝ We never tested anything before ----- but perhaps animals can see ghosts ? Anything else non-human pay you PARTICULAR attention ? ❞

                ❝ Listen, you used ‘tangentially’ enough in the past for me to know what it means. I’m right, ❞    air quoting the word underscores her faintly miffed tone and an accusing finger wags in his direction, although her brow  (  furrowed in MILD irritation at their current predicament  )  remains turned towards the offending creature which lets out a faint meow.  ❝  How am I meant to know that ? More importantly, why the HELL can that thing see me ?  ❞

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He’s toxic. His smile will poison you. His boyish charm dangerous. The glint in his eyes as he challenges you to do something devious is lethal.

(via hellothisistruth)

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"It's okay, I've got you." ( hope this is okay c: ) ;

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                            ❝ I- I’m sorry ------ please- ❞

              wants to vocalize the real root of his problem, but vocal chords rebel and fail him, stutters syllables into the tense air around him ( hears the bone deep NEED to run ; to hide ; to feed ). this girl, however good her intentions, only drew more panic into the coil of his rib cage ------- fight or flight instinct threatening to collapse around his ears. because all he can see, all he can hear, all he can SMELL - is the slow well of blood over her hand, shards of reddened glass at their feet the culprit. he needs to escape. feels the never ceasing hunger clawing up his throat, tearing into his veins. 

                          ❝ I’m fine just ----- keep back ! ❞

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"It's okay, I've got you." { yolo }

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                breaths shuddering through parted lips, but it’s not enough ----- can’t get enough oxygen into his lungs, into his blood. sweat cakes his skin, an oily layer of GRIME and sheen under the kitchen light that highlights the pale pallor of him ( almost sickly ; far whiter than vampirism would truly dictate ). there’s panic lodged in his chest, like an anchor drawing him ever further under the waves of it - darkens, narrows vision to a pinprick at his feet. can’t even truly hear the call of his friend beneath the roar of it, but instinct has him turning, hazy dark gaze frantically searching for the comfort her voice SCREAMS. there’s a tremor to his hands, blindly seeking out her own to grip fingers between his, grasp onto the solidarity of her amidst the black ( knows he must look a mess ; trembling mouth, wheezing chest, wet eyes ). 

                               ❝ ALEX ? ❞

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dont ever talk to me or my 47 destructive tendencies again

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