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[bontempsboy]

southernbredwaitress​:

Arlene watched as he poured the drinks and wondered what was going through his mind. She was relieved that this was going in a direction different than how it did with her ex-husband. Maybe she did get lucky with Rene. She took a glass from him and took a sip as she moved to sit at the table. Her head tilted some at his comment. “That isn’t my type of magic.” She responded. There was a kind of relief with Rene knowing and she wanted to be as honest as she could. “Is that what you think of witches?” Arlene asked curious as to what his understanding was

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He paused. “So... that type exists?” he questioned instead, offering a small smile to indicate he was being playful---although his surprise was honest. Moving to sit with Arlene,  René chuckled when she asked if that was really what he thought of witches. “I don’t know what to think, me,” he admitted, sipping his glass of wine. “For what I done seen you do... I think witches was like... Jean Grey,” he jested, remembering the floating objects and referencing an X-Men character. “But now you say there’s sacrifices, you,” he stated in jest, finishing his glass of wine. 

“I need me some more wine, me.” It wasn’t a completely false interaction. In fact, it was the most honest  René had been with Arlene since they had met... Of course, there were exaggerated mannerisms to try to make her laugh and feel more at ease and accepted. Grabbing the wine, he refilled his glass and brought the bottle back with him. “I swear, though, me. If your... witchness coulda gotten ‘em dollies and ya always make me go get ‘em anyway, I will be angry, yah?” he joked. 

[bontempsboy]

Handyman [René||Sookie]

@adangerwhore​

Having heard some oddities from Mrs. Adele Stackhouse, René had offered to pass by and fix up some leaks after greasing up some windows she said kept getting stuck. Arriving at the Stackhouse home,  René parked his truck by the entrance before exiting his vehicle with a toolbox in hand. He wondered if Jason was there, not at all minding a beer or two with a friend---and maybe a helping hand even. 

Mentally judging Jason for not taking initiative and fixing things up for his grandmother himself,  René knocked on the front door. Smiling as the door opened, he was surprised to see Sookie. “Hey, Sook. How you’ve been, you? Your grandma asked me to come by and check out some leaks yall been havin’ issues with, yah?” 

[bontempsboy]

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René pretended not to eavesdropped as he also listening to the elite in the room make their little plans. Either a scam or a distraction as far as  René was concerned... Especially when he was at the morgue to identify a friend of his. Being asked his thoughts on it surely fanned the flames of wrath burning within him, but he managed to keep his wit about it. “I’d skip it, me... Rather they give us cake and leave us the fuck alone, yah?”

     It had been the busiest week for her given the death toll of the town . Nevertheless nikki quite enjoyed her work and didnt mind doing it . Overhearing some people talk that worked with the mayor and them preparing for next week’s memorial , nikki wondered if that was even a good idea . “ Thoughts on the whole remembering the dead memorial the town wants to have ?” She asked the one next to her. 

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southernbredwaitress​:

Arlene allowed a bit of hope to form at his words. She believed him and it helped ease some of her own insecurities. Letting his words sink in she allowed him to come inside. “Come in.” Once he walked in she closed the door and moved towards the stairs. “Give me a moment, I’ll be back down.” She went to her bedroom and threw on some shorts and a t-shirt. When she came back down she looked at Rene. “I am glad you’re here though.”

The knot in his chest loosen as a smile seemed to form in Arlene’s features. Suddenly, his inner battle and contradicting thoughts meant nothing. Suddenly, he was simply reminded that he was very lucky. He felt normal. Stepping into her home, he nodded as she asked him to wait for her. Moving to the kitchen, he left the flowers on the counter before going for two glasses. Seeing Arlene had changed as she came into the room,  René smiled as he poured her a glass and offered it to her. “So am I, Cher.” 

For a while, he’d actually planned to admit to his own dark secret. In fact, that moment in the kitchen---in hindsight---was the best moment for him to bring it up. Instead, however, his gaze went back to the empty glass before him as he proceeded to pour the wine in for himself. As if he didn’t have specific needs that made him a monster. Maybe that was part of her witch charm---the ability to tame the monster that lived in a man’s skin. “I did tell ya I was a little slow, yah?” he tried to jest, taking her hand to place a kiss on it. “But... I don’t see myself goin’ through life without you, yah?” he admitted. Pulling away to grab his glass of wine before taking a seat, he looks back to casually comment: “Just don’t sacrifice me or nothin’, yah? I’ll find ya someone else, me.” It was a joke, although his features usually betrayed him and made his statements sound dry and perhaps that specific one an offering... Which also mused him if he had to be honest. 

[bontempsboy]

southernbredwaitress​:

Calm had finally settled in Arlene’s mind and her control was back in her hands. Now that her biggest problem was situated Arlene could worry about other things like the status of her relationship. At the moment she was suppose to be relaxing in the bath but she couldn’t help the fact that her mind kept wondering to Rene. She hadn’t heard from him since he dropped her off that night and she couldn’t help but wonder if this was his subtle way of dumping her. Her mind had been divided, on one hand she was trying to be understanding and give him time to process but she couldn’t shake the insecurities that she had.

The bath that was meant to relax her only wound her up more so she decided to get out and get dressed. Just as she wrapped the towel around her body she heard someone knocking at her door. She headed downstairs to answer it and was surprised to see Rene on the other side. Inside she was hopeful with his appearance but she wouldnt let it show on her face. Instead she let him talk and wondered where this conversation would go.“A little late??” Arlene glanced between him and the items in his hand. “You’re calling two weeks a little late?” She shifted in the doorway some about to let him in but she paused. “Do you really wanna be here Rene?” 

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When Arlene repeated his statement, René visibly recoiled. Maybe he was a little too late... “I’m sorry, Arlene,” he stated truthfully, biting down his own insecurities and the defensive accusations that tried to exit his lips. He couldn’t fuck this up, he couldn’t lose Arlene...

When it seemed like she was letting him in, René perked up. However, as he went to step in, he was abruptly stopped by her and a new question. “There’s no place in this world I’d rather be, me,”  René repeated lowly---almost a plea. “I’m sorry, Cher... I’m so sorry.” He reached out for her hand, fearful it’d be the last time he’d have the chance to.

[bontempsboy]

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René watched the interaction between the familiar bartender and the two morons that liked to loiter around Merlotte’s while spending as little money as they could. If  René remembered correctly, there were rumors circulating that the two of them were addicted to some hard drugs, and Maxine Fortenberry had swore she’d seen them ingesting something that could’ve been V. 

It wasn’t until he saw one of the two go over the bar and grab a bottle while the other seemed to think he could distract Oz that René actually focused on the trio, however. Finishing his mug in a sip, he pushed it to his left before standing. His phone went in his jacket’s pocket before he began to slid it off to leave it on the bar. “Ya’ll wanna dance, yah? I’ll cut it even, me.”

𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 @bontempsboy​​

“ that  was  my  sarcastic  voice. ”  oz  blinked,  frowning  slightly  as  he  was  misunderstood,  "it’s  alright  though,  it  sounds  a  lot  like  my  regular  voice  so  i  can  understand  the  confusion.“  he  added,  flashing  a  kind  smile  at  the  other,  hoping  they  were  comforted  by  the  fact  that  they  hadn’t  actually  offended  him.

[bontempsboy]

carebearforeva​:

 she figured he was a local so he was probably used to it all. “My momma told me never to take a drink that you don’t make yourself.” She said with a nod.

“Why you so worried about the sunset?” She asked him. “I will say though they are beautiful from up here. Sometimes the sun catches the water just right.” She said with a soft smile.

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René paused at her words. Not that they were bad, but he pondered on them as if he had never heard them before. Turning back to his bag, René pulled a sealed beer bottle and offered that one instead. “I’ll remember that advice,” he promised teasingly with a small smile.

“Fangers,” he answered shamelessly when asked why he worried about the sun setting. “They been outta control, them. Ya might wanna get home before the sun sets too, yah?” he advised, sipping his own drink. “But you ain’t wrong, you... About the way the sun catches the water,” he tried to remain in a positive mood.

[bontempsboy]

bluemocn:

“    i’m sorry .      i don’t want to scare you .    i never want to scare anyone …    ”     she is a pale sheet dancing in the dark ,     calling for vanished faces.       her voice a murmur of wind carried by the clouds ,       her eyes sweet and subtle ,   weary and sleepy ;   crowned by amtheyst  .      they are cast low and averted from the havens ,    anchored to the soil below .

her tiny fists clench like a vice ,      furling and unfurling into her palm ,  and her heart  ,    though meek ,    stomps    like a giant in its cursed temple .         "     no ,    no …      i hate hospitals .       they’re too loud .     ”       too loud .      all that screamig  ,      wailing  ——    it feels like a wolf tearing into her :        that agony overflowing from lost souls  ,    cracking their nails bloodied trying to climb back through the veil .  just the thought alone makes her stomach churn .       

wherever there is grief she is sure to follow  ,       sleepless from suffering .    she will stand besides a queen ,    and hold her hand as they travel through the valley of shadows ,       just as she’ll stand beside a beggar who yearns for the light .    death does not discriminate  ,      so neither can she .      they are all children through its hollowed eyes .        “    listen …     there’s someone standing beside you .     ”      she whispers through a thousand voices scratching at her throat  ,     dark mane spilling over the ghastly canvas of her face like black ink .      “         she’s very angry with you .       she can’t let go .        she wants to …     but you did something very bad ,     and she can’t let go .       ”

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The panic in her voice and demeanor at the mention of hospitals do not go unnoticed as René paused---phone still in his hand with the emergency services’ number on the screen. “Alright, you... But, then what? What’s wrong with ya, Miss?” he questioned, unamused with her odd behavior. However, perhaps  René should’ve never asked. As she began to speak, René furrowed his brow, looking both of his sides with a puzzled look on his face.

“she’s very angry with you.”

The words freeze him in place as his belt seemed to tighten around his waist. As his mouth went dry, René waged an inner battle to make himself believe Pandora was speaking about his current relationship issues... But as the accusatory words left her lips, his breathing became erratic. “The fuck you talkin’ about, you?” René asked. “My relationship issues----” he paused abruptly as her question about belief in ghosts came to mind. “Now, you gon’ listen to me, you: shut your breathing hole ‘bout shit you know nothin’ about. An exgirlfriend sent ya to harass me or somethin’?”

[bontempsboy]

The Scorpion’s Tale [René||Arlene]

@southernbredwaitress

Finally working up the courage to face his girlfriend again, René showered after a short day at work and picked up roses, a bottle of the most expensive wine in the parish and a spare key of his home. Parking his truck across her home,  René exited his vehicle and knocked on her door.

“I know I’m a lil late, me,” he started when the front door opened, offering the flowers and wine to her. “But I’m here if you’ll have me, Cher... and, for the life of me, I can't think of a place I'd rather be, yah? ...Can I come in?”

[bontempsboy]

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Work felt pointless, and soon... René found himself using up the excessive amount of vacation and PTOs he’d accumulated since he’d started working. Thankfully, they rolled over. Blowing a hundred dollars on beer, tackle and bait, René went towards the Falls. Not that there was anything good biting, but pretending to fish was as therapeutic as fishing to him. 

Already a few bottles in, René deposited an empty bottle in a bag. Opening another with a lighter, a voice startled him. “You scared the shit outta me, you,” René admitted, watching her wearily for a moment before offering the ghost of a smile. “Gotta try to relax some ‘fore the sun sets, yah?” he jested, although it was very much his reality. A little normalcy before terror ensued and humans were hunted like game. Grabbing for his rod as something miraculously bit, he sighed and mouthed a silent curse.

“Care for a drink? Still cold,” he offered politely out of an instinctive need to keep his mask of normalcy. 

Who: Open

Where:  The Falls

Caroline was determined to make the day a good day. The sun was shining and seeing as she had her daylight ring firmly on her finger, she was determined to enjoy it. She made sure to eat before she went out, things had been haywire lately and she wasn’t taking any chances. She made her way out deciding to take a hike to the falls. She spent a lot of time there, before she became what she was now, but probably enjoyed it even more now than then. Somedays she struggled with shutting out the voices of the others around her and yesterday had been one of those days. Her music in her ears she walked the path, enjoying the solitude. 

So it was a surprise when she reached the top and saw someone sitting in her favorite spot. She stopped short when she saw the other person up there. “Oh, and here I thought I was the only one that came up here in the middle of the day.” 

[bontempsboy]

gxannc​:

“It does, can’t help but keep waiting to see what’s coming next,” she said as she got in the car and muttered a quiet thank you before getting herself settled. If he knew she was a shapeshifter what would he do? Would she be in danger? It wasn’t like she was scared but more curious to know how someone’s personality changed once knowing they were something they didn’t like. “Yeah I’m moving back, so y’all are stuck with me,” she joked, looking over at him

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Once settled, he sipped his coffee again before leaving it on the drink caddy and started the truck. “Play the lotto,” René jested as the young woman stated she couldn’t wait for whatever came next. Better a few hundred thousand dollars than the looming threat of nighttime and the feral fangers it brought along with it. 

Easing onto the road and heading to Merlotte’s, René smiled when she jested about returning to the town he presumed she was born in. “Pretty sure Bon Temps’ big enough for one of her children, yah? I’ll let ya know if they kick me out to make room for you, me,” he jested.

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René awkwardly watched the woman sitting a table away from his. He knew a hungover when he saw one, but giving her his secret to cure it seemed... odd. With the way things were in Bon Temps, she’d probably get spooked. 

He couldn’t see any marks on her neck, but then again, her neck was obscured by her hair. She didn’t give him fanger vibes though. Before René knew it, he was approaching her. “Pardon me,” was all he could reply as she attempted to shoo him off. The papers on the table, even her tone, reminded René of the people he’d seen on the streets standing up to the murderous vampires the last few nights. “My mama always said a sip of beer was the cure to hangovers, yah? Words that helped me and I hope they help you...”

STATUS:  open.   SETTING: big patty’s pie house. 

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃  𝐈𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐀  𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄  ,  she’s  got  it  bowed  over  the  array  of  notes  haphazardly  spread  out  in  front  of  her,  like  some  messed  up  collage.  notes  on  demons  of  all  things.  she’s  consumed  approximately  two  cups  of  coffee  so  far,  and  she’s  DEFINITELY  going  to  get  a  third.  (  probably  should  have  laid  off  the  vodka  last  night,  but  it’s  the  only  way  she  can  keep  the  terrors  that  find  her  at  night,  at  bay.  )  she’d  been  slacking,  and  gabriella  had  no  one  to  blame  but  herself,  she’d  given  up  this  search  so  many  times  and  focused  on  the  monsters  she  could  find.  but  they  never  quenched  the  heaviness  of how  hollow  she  felt  at  her  middle,  how  at  her  very  core  she  knew  she’d  let  her  DAD  down.  had  let  her  mother  get  away  with  the  entire  thing,  she’d  gotten  away  with  taking  a  sledge  hammer  to  her  life  and  gabby  had  never  recovered.  survived?  sure,  but  it’s  not  the  same  thing.  there’s  crazed  fury  living  within  her,  it  holds  her  entirety  hostage  and  fills  her  chest  with  sharp,  bitter  ice.  the  frost  never  does  melt,  she  just  distracts  her  mind  with  yet  ANOTHER  hunt.  the  hot  coffee  helps  too,  she  can  take  her  mind  off  how  cold  she  feels,  or  how  her  failing  heart  is  struggling  to  beat  under  such  pain.  she  brings  the  cup  to  her  lips,  and  it’s  then  that  she  notices  the  eyes  on  her,  it’s  put  down  and  she  lets  russet  gaze  scans  up  to  meet  the  person,  and  she’s  quirking  a  brow.  “  i  don’t  know  what  you  want,  i’m  sure  it’s  REALLY  interesting  but  i’m  BUSY  …  i  wasn’t  exactly  seeking  an  audience,  or  company  or  whatever.  ”

[bontempsboy]

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It was the spider lady. She’d been quite nice---the unhappy moments before his world crumbled causing his encounter with her to be the best part of that dreadful night. As he’d approach her to say hello and maybe walk with her for a few blocks. Instead, after a greeting, he lost her. For a moment, René even worried that he’d have to call an ambulance as she seemed utterly out of it while standing right across from him.  

However, as he began to dig in his pocket for his phone, Pandora spoke. “Could’ve fooled me, you,” he sighed, his heart racing as his panic morphed into irritation. “Stop lookin’ at me like that... We should take you to see a doctor, yah?” There’s nothing but silence and her stare---one that made him think of a short story he’d read long before by Edgar Allan Poe. He now understood why the main character killed the old man. “Ghosts?” her question freaks him out as much as her behavior. 

“My mama always said we should fear the livin’, not the dead.” To her credit, she didn’t know about vampires. “I don’t. Let’s get you to the hospital, yah? Ya blood sugar might be low or... somethin’.”

closed starter for : @bontempsboy​​

“   what? …      no .   what?   i’m …      peachy .    it’s just …       ”      he caught her    off guard  —-  and that uneasy feeling spreads like rust throughout her body .    pandora doesn’t mean to   stare    but she does ;       that burrowing stare that beckons men into corners ,       as if staring past the skin and the bone ,     straight into   that stain :    that damned stain .    that stain of blood they try so hard to scrub off their hands  ,      but try as they might ,    it can never be cleansed by water  .      that figure hunched over his shoulder has becames more and more restless ,    less and less unwilling to be silenced :   it unhinges its maw  ,   begging to be heard .     “    rené …      do you believe in ghosts?   ”

[bontempsboy]

gxannc​:

“Nope, I’m not a vampire,” she replied with a chuckle, wondering if this guy had it out for supernatural’s or just vampires in general. Vampires got a poor rep - sure there were a bunch of murderous jackasses but if you looked at humans there were also a lot of murderous jackasses. One was just a little scarier and more unknown, maybe that’s why people hated them. “Looks like it’s divine intervention we met, huh?” she joked with a growing smile, “you from here?”

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She chuckled, and René mirrored her---although his own chuckle came out more doubtful than he’d meant to. Once at his truck, René opened the door for her. “The Lord works in mysterious ways,” he repeated the saying he’d heard one too many times as if in agreement. “I am now, me. Came up from a smaller town in Lafayette Parish. This is home now though, yah?” he added with a smile, unable to keep Arlene from his mind. “Ya passin’ through, you? Or... Unless I just ain’t seen ya before,” he jested, rounding the truck to get on the driver’s seat. “Guess Bon Temps wasn’t as small as I thought.”

[bontempsboy]

Calm Before the Storm [René||Nico]

@ofincendium​

Although there was still tension in the air, the days were expected to be ran through as if all was ok. The way René saw it: he was missing something... Until he was able to figure out what it was, it was digging holes while in the road crew for him. 

His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of aluminum hitting his helmet, causing René to pause his equipment and look back over his shoulder---he knew what a beer can sounded like. “What’s wrong with you? I could’ve lost a foot, me,” he protested, putting aside the breaker hammer, René turned back to face Nico. 

[bontempsboy]

gxannc​:

“You hesitated for a second and I don’t know whether to be worried or not,” she mused jokingly as she walked besides him - knowing that if anything happened to her she could easily handle herself. “Born and raised actually,” she said, “just left for a bit and finally got back, I’m heading to Merlotte’s”

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René was still on edge from the tension in town----the recent murders and the panic at the little event Mrs. Lockwood had put on. He found it hard to see the amusement as easily as she seemed to. “Don’t blame you, yah? Been a hard couple a’ days... At least, I don’t have to worry about you being a vampire, right?” he jested, managing a chckle before drowning it with a sip of his coffee. Opening the passenger door for her, René nodded politely. “Ah, well... Welcome home.” He offered a nod. “Perfect, I’m on my way there too,” he admitted.

[bontempsboy]

redandundead​:

Jessica was new to this whole “Vampire” thing, but she was really enjoying certain aspects of her new life. Or perhaps it was technically an “after life.” She wasn’t exactly clear on that part, or any part really. Bill had given her a few basic instructions, but had left much to her imagination. Oh, what an imagination it was!

She wasn’t “allowed” to feed on humans, even though she’d already met a few who didn’t seem to have such limits placed on them. Why did she have to get stuck with such a boring maker? It hardly seemed fair. There was one type of true blood she could stand (albeit, barely) but after having the real thing? There was no comparison. Jess wanted to follow Bill’s rules, but her impulse control was practically non existent. He hadn’t said anything about feeding on animals, right? Surely this would count as a compromise.

Jessica was now more adept than ever at remaining still, silent. Like the dead. But every time a rabbit or deer made it’s presence known, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. They were true innocents, like children. “Fuck.” She whispered, accepting that this endeavor was a lost cause and begun making her way back home. She’d only made it a few steps when she heard the commotion. Using her much beloved new ability of super speed, she bolted her way into the center of the action in less than a blink of an eye.

Vampires, against one human. Why the hell should they get to have human blood, when she was forbidden. “Hey!” She called out, a mischievous smile spreading wide across her features. “You wanna play with someone a little more your speed?” She challenged, fire in her eyes. She didn’t know this human, but if she saved him maybe she would win some much needed points with her oft disappointed maker.

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René did pretty well, all his disadvantages considered---even managed to knock out one of the four fangs bared at him. Their speed, however, was more than he could handle. Massive built and towering height did nothing to prepare him when his legs were swiped from under him. Falling with a dry thud, he found the air knocked out his lungs as his vision blurred. His body was on autopilot, silver covered hand gripping at a neck. 

René didn’t have the time to register that there was someone else there until his sight cleared and he saw only one of two vampires atop of him. Realizing he hadn’t take hold of a neck but a shoulder, René tried to grab the stake that had fallen under him when he was thrown on the ground. There must have been another human who’d come to help, or so he thought, the idea lighting a fire under him. After his free hand gripped the stake, René swiftly pushed it through the vampire’s chest. What he had not expected was the mess. After a moment of chaos, panic and confusion, René was left sitting on his ass, bloodied stake in hand and some godforsaken good on his lap. 

He didn’t gag out of shock, looking up in a daze to see his second attacker. What pulled him out of the haze was the fact that his aid had come in the form of another fanger. Adrenaline pumping through his body, René didn’t even realize the had a deep cut along his arms and his left ankle had been gnawed on. Charging at his second attacker, René stuffed his silver chain down the other’s mouth before kicking him off. Before he knew what was happening, his attacker scurried off yelping and hissing.. Leaving him with the newcomer. “I ain’t nobody’s dinner, me,” he warned spitefully, baring the used stake between them.