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We can defeat death !! We can achieve every doctor’s dream !! indie herbert west rp. written by eden. minors & non-rp blogs dni.

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💞💘🌸 VALENTINE'S DAY PROMPTS ; some prompts for muses to send to celebrate the holiday! Specify muse if you're a multi!

{ FIRST KISS 💋 } --- Sender gives receiver their first kiss (of the relationship, of a special occasion etc.) { DATE NIGHT 🌆 } --- Sender asks out receiver for a special Valentine's Day date! { DANCE 🪩} --- Sender and receiver go out dancing/start to dance. { CHOCOLATE HEARTS 🍫 } --- Sender gives receiver some chocolates/candy as a gift! { PLATONIC DATE 🤗 } --- Receiver decides to give platonic love to Sender (friendship date, gift, etc!) { NOTE 💌 } --- Sender confesses to receiver, either verbally or through a note, about their feelings. { WOW 😍 } --- Receiver reacts to Sender dressing up for Valentine's Day. (Describe what Sender is wearing!) { GIFT EXCHANGE 🎁 } --- Sender and receiver exchange gifts. { DINNER 🥩 } --- Sender and receiver go out to a restaurant as a date. { FLOWERS 🌹 } --- Sender brings flowers to receiver. { LOVE 💝 } --- Receiver expresses how much they love Sender. { MOVIE NIGHT 🎞️ } --- Sender and receiver go see a movie together. { MAKE-OUT 😘 } --- Sender and receiver start making out. { CUDDLE 🧸 } --- Sender and receiver cuddle with each other. { SPICY 👅 } --- Sender initiates sex with receiver. { FLIRT 😉 } --- Sender or receiver flirts with the other. { ANTI-VALENTINE'S DAY ❌ } --- Sender and receiver decide to boycott the holiday together.

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>:] Postedddd. I know the poll isnt up but Im impaitent.

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Its been 2 days. He hasnt even looked at me. Touched me. All he can do is sit in his office and write. If I sit with him, he asks me to go away and give him space. I say I miss him and he should come out and interact but he just brushes me off. So much work he says.

Our anniversary is today. Our 2 year anniversary of being married and I dont feel anything. I should be happy, running around and getting gifts and preparing to make it special for him but its pointless. Last year I slaved over a stove for hours with a new recipe, something chic that would fit his pallet. Baked a cake, frosted it and decorated it with all of the prettiest things I could find. I dont even know how to bake but somehow I figured out how.

He didnt even eat it. 'I ate alot at work. I dont have an appetite.' He said. All of that hard work for nothing. Now I just grow pessimistic on days like this, will he have anything planned? Will he take me anywhere? Will he do anything besides sit in that damned office of his?

"Rockelle."

His voice made me flinch. I was so deep in thought, I didnt hear him come in.

"Yes dear?"

"Today is our anniversary. I have a big day planned for us."

He then comes over and finally touches me. Embraces me with his large arms, his hands clasped around my hips. His touch made he forget how much I worry and for a moment, I was at peace.

"What did you have planned?"

"I am not telling you. Go on and get dressed, we will be heading out soon." He said, pressing a kiss to my forehead before picking me up and carrying me to the bedroom. My laughs filled the air as I began to fall for the man who seemed to forget me all of the time. All is forgiven, he finally planned something!

My mind was finally at ease. Maybe he doesnt hate me as much as I think. Hes just distant, always having to think about things and prepare. For what, I never know. I just wait until hes ready to give me attention again, just like today. He remembered my existance after what felt like weeks.

How can I be sitting here with him? Trusting him to drive me to who knows where and do who knows what? All because he finally rememebered I live in the shared home we have. Here I go again, thinking about the worst. I am just overreacting.

"We are here." He pulls into this big house, driveway filled to the brim with cars and people were just everywhere. Drinking, standing around, socializing. It had to be hundreds if not thousands of people here. I felt my heart drop, too many people. Too many people.

"I wanted to throw a party for our anniversary. It was the best I can do for you since I know you and I havent been seeing each other as much. I am so busy with work these days that-" All of his words fell on deaf ears because my heart was pounding out of my chest. I hate parties. He knows I hate parties. Anytime we go outside in a big social setting I require notice, crowds make me nervous, people who I dont know make me nervous, why did he subject me to this?

Finally he stopped talking. The only thing I could muster was "Okay. Thank you dear." As I swallowed my frustration and anxiety for now. No point in arguing, just shut up and try to enjoy yourself. He worked so hard planning it.

He escorted me out of the car, my arm wrapped around his as I plastered a smile on my face. People congratulating us on our milestone, the voices began to bleed together like some broken record. The sound was muddled as all I could hear was my heart beat. Bum. Bum. Bum.

Then the party decorations werent any better. They were red. The banners, the table cloths, the streamers, the floor, the walls. Everything was red. Red. Red. Red. I hate the color red with a passion. He knew this. HE KNEW THIS.

The night was a blur. I dont remember anything since all I could think of was how numb I felt to his antics now. Nothing was ever for me, it was always for him. And then to sit on the pile, he wasnt even NEAR me for the entire night. He socialized with HIS friends, he drank with HIS friends, he only hung out with HIS friends, I just sat at our shared table that was decorated with those stupid fucking red flowers all alone.

Some approached to speak, say hello and congratulate us. I thanked them for the kind words and tried to push down my anger farther. Someone I knew came in, my coworker, someone to elevate some of the anger I felt within my stomach. She and I began chatting, talking about a variety of things. I laughed for the first time that night, happily clapping and chirping away at my words, feeling myself start to enjoy this hell he curated for me.

It was almost perfect until he remembered my existence once again. He came to sit next to me, my coworker and I still chatting with one another. He then leans closer to me, pulling me into another embrace. I kept talking, ignoring his touch for now as it wasnt going to ruin my night farther. "Stop embarassing me." He said with gritted teeth, smiling to those who seen but couldnt hear the venom that left his lips. He was always good at pretending.

He lets me go once again, to tap a glass to bring attention to the table. My coworker and I were confused but she excused herself for the moment, your husband wants to give an announcement. Great. Just fucking great. He then gives a notice about a slow dance that he planned for us. A what? In front of all these people? He gave a speech about how I was the most loving and doting wife he ever had. Someone who he cares deeply for.

I didnt see a single word of what he was talking about. I felt like a ghost in our home but cant let these lovely people know right? I look over at my coworker and shes smiling and clapping at the speech. She believes his lies. Then every claps. Everyone always believes his lies that he delivers on a silver platter and feeds them to you. I did too.

He then motions for me to stand so I do. I begrudingly smile and swallow my anger once again as he leads me down to the main floor. The music clicks on, some classical garbage he picked out, the tune I dont even remember. He then asks how Im feeling about the party, I turn my head and smile, giving the illusion he told me something doting. His hand tightens on my hip as he repeats the question. "Its fine." I tell him shortly, promptly being dipped and spun around then held again close in his embrace.

"I worked hard on this you know. I always knew you loved parties and being the center of attention. Im happy you like it." He didnt even know his own wife. The days I would spend talking with him about my anxiety and how bad it can get if I am sprung into a situation to talking to him about how I loathe being the center of attention without notice didnt seem to stick. Then I wondered if he mixed me up with anyone else. Someone else who wasnt me and hes gotten the details mixed up.

I look up at him for the first time all night and his eyes are fixed on another person in the crowd. He seemed to know I noticed, so he dips me again and the music stops. Its like the DJ knew how I felt, my entire world stopped.

"Sebastian." I called, happy to finally be home but now fully boiling with anger.

He kept walking and went to open the door. I know he heard me. I know that fucking music didnt blast out his eardrums.

"SEBASTIAN! I KNOW YOU HEAR ME!" I grab his sleeve and he turns to look down at me, no expression on his face. Just a raised brow. "Quit yelling, you will wake the neighbors." He calmly said and I scoff.

"Wake them up?! Do you think I give a single damn about waking them up?! I am so SO upset with you right now! What were you thinking?!" I fuss as he practically snatches me into the house and closes the door. "You need to calm down. You said the party was fine."

"Are you delusional?! I tell you I dont like parties and I dont like being the center of attention and you throw me a party with a bunch of people who I dont know AND didnt bother to even tell me about it! I was pretending to be fine! You dont remember how you said I was 'embarassing you' the moment I showed an ounce of happiness and you-" He then grabs my arm and pulls me closer to him, he smashes our lips together. Not out of passion, not even out of desperation. He just wanted to shut me up.

I bit his lip and push him off. "You havent kissed me in over 2 days and the first time you do it, its to shut me up." The expression on his face was hard to read. It was cold with a subtle hint of care. His stature was so much bigger than mine, his face just looked unamused to me. Like he didnt even care. "Anything I do you complain. The first time I plan something, you get upset with me. Where do you get off Rockelle?"

"Where do I get off?! How fucking dare you! You pick one of THE MOST traumatic colors possible! You knew what you were doing! You didnt even look at me for our dance! You werent even NEAR me for most of the night! Im tired of just being a damn decoration to you!" I fussed, he then reaches for my arm and I back away from him. "You are so ungrateful. I spent months planning this and you yell at me as if I am a child!"

"You didnt look at me for our one year anniversary NOR did you eat anything I made you!"

"I told you I was full from work."

"For 3 days?!"

"Yes. Whats so bad about that? The boss had catering brought in."

"And you managed to eat that over your lovers cooking?"

"Look what are you trying to say?"

"I am trying to say you should quit trying to step out of our marriage if you arent going to keep the details straight."

Finally he broke. His expression was no longer cold, it was a look of surprise. Then anger, then nervousness. "What did you just say?" He asks, stepping closer to me and now backing me into a wall. I was shaking from anger and fear and at this point I was too far to back down.

"I said, if you are going to step out of our marriage, get your fucking details straight." My eyes didnt leave his. I could almost feel how hot he was with anger, his brows curled down, his lip turned upwards and his hair falling over his face.

"Is that what you think this is? Did that speech mean nothing to you? How much I appreciate and care for you? Why would I want to step out of our marriage when you do so much for me?" He asks, almost fishing for answers to gaslight me into thinking otherwise. "You never appreciate it." I plainly respond.

"I am a demon. We have our ways of expressing our love and being gentle isn't one of them. You knew this since we first got together." Of course he used this age old excuse. "That doesnt excuse you from being shitty or doing things for your benefit. Just like this party today. You KNEW it would make me miserable, which is why you claimed I was embarrassing you when I finally did smile. Have you no shame Sebastian?" I respond and narrow my gaze at him.

A silence fell through the air. He knew I was right. He takes a step back and scoffs at me. "Im going to be in my office." He mumbles, rushing up the stairs and closing the door, leaving me in the living room.

I just sat on the floor, fully dissociating from the situation. I couldnt even bring myself to cry, I was too tired. I heard those stupid papers shuffle, I felt the coldness of the wall on my back and all I can replay in my head was his eyes glued to another. Did he even love me?

All I could think about was the perfume that he smelled so strongly of that wasnt mine. All I could think about was how he was practically glued to someone else the entire night. All I could think of is how he always forgot me until it was for his own benefit.

What do I do with this information? Do I leave? Yell from the rooftops and hope someone listens? Could I handle the embarassment of another botched marriage? Is this what love is supposed to be?

Why is it always so painful to feel?

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Death nods and sighs, knowing how bad this can be for a kid. Having to take care of themselves for days and days on end. They deserve to be kids, not worry about anything. As he talked to the officer, they told him to go to the station and file a formal report so theres record of him taking custody of the kid for a bit. He comes over to Ren and goes to gently wake Dee but she makes a small 'uh ah!' noise.

"Come on honey, we have to go to the police station." Death said, making Ren shake her head and scoot closer to Dee. He let out a sigh and nods. "I will have Chris come by to sit with you both for a bit. Just stay here okay?" He presses a kiss to her forehead and she smiles before waving when he leaves. Renelle gathered the trash Dee left from eating the food and tosses it before sitting back with her.

Christopher comes by and sits with them both. "Whose the kid?" He asks and Renelle goes through the bag Death left behind, pulling out a notepad. She scribbles on it and slides it over to Chris. He snickers at the letter D on the paper. "Oh. Thats cute. Hes asleep?" He asks, Renelle nodding and holding up 3 fingers.

"Hes been here for 3 days? God damn. Poor kid. Is he hungry?" He asks, then Ren shakes his head. "Okay. I guess we will all wait for dad to get back." He stretches and Renelle keeps close to Dee, as if keeping an eye on the kid.

His eyes widened at the idea of the poor kid being here for 3 days. He still has to do the right thing even if it means getting police involved. "You have been on your own for that long? Oh no...Why didnt you ask for assistance sooner?" He asks, not out of judgement but genuine confusion. Renelle then tugs Deaths sleeve, making him look down at her as she points to the cop that was sitting and having lunch with his family.

"Thats fine. You dont have to do anything you dont want too." He then puts a hand on Renelle's back and sighs. "Look. I know you want to come home with me however, I would rather file a report first before agreeing to anything. I will look after you in the mean time but if your mom decides to come back and look for you in my care, I can get in trouble. Then Renelle here, with her siblings, wont have anyone to watch them. I wont let anything happen to you but I want to have a trail first okay?" He reassures, then holds up a finger and walks over to the cop near by, talking to them for a bit.

Renelle on the other hand looked over at Dee, rustling through a bag on the chair Death was sitting in. She passes him a bag of sliced apples and some water he packed for them. She then eats a slice to show that its safe for him to eat, then hands it over to Dee.

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His eyes widened at the idea of the poor kid being here for 3 days. He still has to do the right thing even if it means getting police involved. "You have been on your own for that long? Oh no...Why didnt you ask for assistance sooner?" He asks, not out of judgement but genuine confusion. Renelle then tugs Deaths sleeve, making him look down at her as she points to the cop that was sitting and having lunch with his family.

"Thats fine. You dont have to do anything you dont want too." He then puts a hand on Renelle's back and sighs. "Look. I know you want to come home with me however, I would rather file a report first before agreeing to anything. I will look after you in the mean time but if your mom decides to come back and look for you in my care, I can get in trouble. Then Renelle here, with her siblings, wont have anyone to watch them. I wont let anything happen to you but I want to have a trail first okay?" He reassures, then holds up a finger and walks over to the cop near by, talking to them for a bit.

Renelle on the other hand looked over at Dee, rustling through a bag on the chair Death was sitting in. She passes him a bag of sliced apples and some water he packed for them. She then eats a slice to show that its safe for him to eat, then hands it over to Dee.

Renelle kept her hand on her dads sleeve, to hopefully let some of the fear go for Dee. "Oh. Um..." Death looked down at Renelle who had a look on her face that could only be described as 'well? what do you think?' then he turned his attention back to Dee.

"Now...I cant just take you from here. That wouldnt be good for both me and you. How...How did you get here? Where is your mother or guardian? Have you been on your own all this time?" He asks, trying to get more details as he cant just agree to this kind of thing. He hates to see children in need however he isnt stupid. Whose to say his mother wasnt going to report him missing and if something happened to him, his kids wouldnt have anyone.

"I would feel more comfortable letting the police investigate first. If you genuinely have nowhere to go and your mother agrees to it, I will see what I can do." He reassures, crouching down to his height and opening a hand for him.

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HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING.

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Renelle kept her hand on her dads sleeve, to hopefully let some of the fear go for Dee. "Oh. Um..." Death looked down at Renelle who had a look on her face that could only be described as 'well? what do you think?' then he turned his attention back to Dee.

"Now...I cant just take you from here. That wouldnt be good for both me and you. How...How did you get here? Where is your mother or guardian? Have you been on your own all this time?" He asks, trying to get more details as he cant just agree to this kind of thing. He hates to see children in need however he isnt stupid. Whose to say his mother wasnt going to report him missing and if something happened to him, his kids wouldnt have anyone.

"I would feel more comfortable letting the police investigate first. If you genuinely have nowhere to go and your mother agrees to it, I will see what I can do." He reassures, crouching down to his height and opening a hand for him.

Renelle blinks a bit at his words, looking around then tilting her head. While she couldnt vocalize it, she wanted to know how he got here. As in to the location without parents. Did he walk? Did he ask someone else to bring him here? She was so confused.

Seeing it was pointless to keep talking with him as she cant, nor did she feel comfortable doing so, she gently takes his sleeve and leads him her father. He was a giant, standing at 6'10 with long brown hair. He was leaning back in his chair, looking down at a book. Renelle then holds up one finger at Dee and walks over to her dad, tugging at his sleeve.

"Hey sugarplum. Whats wrong?" He asks, she points to Dee, making Death raise a brow. "Is he bothering you?" She shakes her head. "Is he making you uncomfortable?" She shakes her head again. "Does he need help with something?" She nods and beckons him to come over.

"Hey kiddo. Whats going on with you? Someone messing with you?" He asks, keeping his tone soft to not scare him off.

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COLORFUL SUN CATCHERS

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he needs enrichment

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— Daphne du Maurier

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I am not meant for casual love. I was born for soul consuming love and obsession.

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Renelle blinks a bit at his words, looking around then tilting her head. While she couldnt vocalize it, she wanted to know how he got here. As in to the location without parents. Did he walk? Did he ask someone else to bring him here? She was so confused.

Seeing it was pointless to keep talking with him as she cant, nor did she feel comfortable doing so, she gently takes his sleeve and leads him her father. He was a giant, standing at 6'10 with long brown hair. He was leaning back in his chair, looking down at a book. Renelle then holds up one finger at Dee and walks over to her dad, tugging at his sleeve.

"Hey sugarplum. Whats wrong?" He asks, she points to Dee, making Death raise a brow. "Is he bothering you?" She shakes her head. "Is he making you uncomfortable?" She shakes her head again. "Does he need help with something?" She nods and beckons him to come over.

"Hey kiddo. Whats going on with you? Someone messing with you?" He asks, keeping his tone soft to not scare him off.

Renelle heard him call for her but she wanted to make sure she threw away the fuzzies. She knew she would hate for them to get stuck on her. So after throwing them away, she gently tugs Derward's sleeve as if to say 'what is it?' with a tilted head. The girl seemed to understand what he was saying but didnt want to speak.

It wasnt the first time she confused someone or made someone upset with her staring. She didnt want to just mess with his hair and move to touch him without acknowledgement first, that much she knew. So she waited for Derward to notice her again.

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"Dad, Im worried for Ren. I mean, shes so quiet."

"Chris it will happen in due time. Shes young and wont immediately come around." Death kneels down to Christopher's height, rubbing his head. "Besides, you didnt talk much growing up either."

"All you ever do is dismiss me! Its always something that cant be fixed with you! Im tired of her always staring at me or following me around! Its annoying dad! Fix her!"

"Christopher. You will go in time out if you keep talking to me like that." Death sternly responded then turned to the doorway to see Renelle listening in. She had tears in her eyes and she runs off, Death promptly glaring at Chris.

Christopher, feeling heartbroken that he hurt his sisters feelings. His anger subsiding for now. He ran after her and followed her outside to the woods that surrounded their family home. "Ren! Ren wait Im sorry! I am so sorry!" He calls after her as Renelle stops by Rockelle, who was sitting by a lake, tossing pebbles in.

Rockelle whips her head around to see Chris running toward her and Renelle who just clamped onto her. "Whats gotten into you both? What did you do?" Rockelle hugs a crying Renelle, Christopher stopping and panting from being out of breath.

"I...I just was telling dad Im sick...of her not...talking. She needs to say...something." He said panting and wheezing. "Christopher why would you say that?! That isnt nice! You cant expect her to talk on your time! Shes still young and finding her voice! I know you are frustrated but you cant just yell at her to talk if she doesnt want too!"

"Rockelle you cannot be serious! Shes 4 years old now! 4! We havent heard her utter a single word! How do you know she even understands us?!"

"Well she understood you enough to come running to me because you made her sad!"

"Oh thats rich, you are taking her side! Everyone always does!"

"Maybe quit being an idiot and strong arming things to get your way! Somethings happen when you have paitence!"

"I BEEN PAITENT FOR 4 YEARS!"

"YOU WERENT WITH HER FOR THE FIRST TWO!"

"STOP ARGUING!"

They both pause and look down at Renelle, whose now fully sobbing into Rockelles chest, gripping her shirt tightly. "Oh..." Rockelle said, holding onto her. "Shit." Christopher exclaimed, putting his hands on his head then started to pace.

"So sad that her first few words were her telling us to stop arguing. Im sorry sis." Rockelle gently lifts Renelle's head and wipes her tears away, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Im sorry too...I...Im just upset you cant play with us the same way." Christopher admits and Rockelle nods, going back to holding Renelle.

"I forgive you." Renelle softly responds and Rockelle tears up. "Im so proud of you." Rocky praises, looking up at Chris and motioning for him to come closer. They all share a hug as Christopher apologized profusely.

That was the day he learned to never direct his anger at his sisters. He learned how to paitent from that day on.

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Renelle heard him call for her but she wanted to make sure she threw away the fuzzies. She knew she would hate for them to get stuck on her. So after throwing them away, she gently tugs Derward's sleeve as if to say 'what is it?' with a tilted head. The girl seemed to understand what he was saying but didnt want to speak.

It wasnt the first time she confused someone or made someone upset with her staring. She didnt want to just mess with his hair and move to touch him without acknowledgement first, that much she knew. So she waited for Derward to notice her again.

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Derward was quick to assume the worst in people; even other kids. Sometimes other kids especially. That said, he was also quick to feel badly when it turned out he was wrong.

"Tha—Wait—" He put his hand up but she was already turning from the trashcan. "I just wanted to—" Should he go after her? He felt a thanks was in order, but... well, they'd probably never see each other again so was it really necessary? he asked himself. Darned if it wasn't the only kind thing someone had done for him, lately.

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