#& unheald.

[hechose]

i'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free. // @unheald ( daniel ) //

brows comes together-- intensity in those vibrant eyes and a kind of hurt that runs through armand. is that all daniel saw this as? some great, wasted time? as if... as if it were all for nothing? all those years, a pointless endeavour? as if they hadn't been some of the best, some of the most alive he'd ever felt?

maybe it was true. maybe, after all, armand had truly only been the drug of choice of the addict. maybe... it was never truly love, but a means to get what daniel craved above all else.

jaw trembles with the weight of it all, and armand curses the tears that slip from his eyes as he looks at daniel. looks at him and knows... this was it. this would be the final time...

"for free, was it? what, as if this were some mediocre, cheap love affair?" he laughs-- laughs a bitter and terrible sound. advances on daniel as he does with that look-- what was it louis had called it? half blank, half apocalyptic. he never once imagined looking at daniel like this. "as if there were never a cost for me, for you either. as if--"

cuts himself off, heart hammering inside his chest like some great, ugly, wild beast. teeth are grit and armand... knows. he knows what has to come next. knows that... there would be no way for daniel to find a life after this if he did not...

"do come closer, love. let me erase the mistake."

[aranostra]

@unheald asked: 🔁 (daniel)

“ whatever it is you think was going on between us, you’re wrong. ”

[neverburied]

❛   i can see why louis was so taken with you. ❜ an amused smirk curves the vampire's lips as he leans forward , elbows propped on the table between them. his head is perched in palms , childish in demeanor. the light in his eyes does not quite fit the boyish pose. the smallest quirk of his head is given as bright blues flicker across the creases of @unheald's face. ❛ though you did not look like this then , hm ? a shame. seems you were quite the ----- ehm . . . how do you say . . . LOOKER ?  ❜

[bledbetrayl]

@unheald asked: "Watch me strike a match on all my wasted time." - from claudia

the dramatic eye roll is matched with a grin, one that curls up his lips and leaves flashes of fangs in the wake of the grin. " always forget how much of the dramatics you get from me. " daughter wasn't a term used for claudia, not to her face; and definitely not to louis. but times like this, inside his own brain when lestat saw so much of himself in claudia.

" do i have to hide away the matches , mon petit démon naissant. "

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

@unheald

               ❝   did   you   enjoy   your   pathetic   tantrum   out   on   the   town?   ❞      there   are   dark   circles   under   her   eyes,   indicating   she   hasn’t   had   even   a   second   of   sleep.      it   always   ends   up   like   this,   after   an   argument   between   them.      cassie   runs   and   jolene   worries.      this   was   a   big   city   after   all,   cassie   could’ve   been   anywhere.      jolene   always   worries   about   the   possibility   of   her   not   coming   home,   of   something   awful   happening   to   her.      the   blonde   may   be   an   adult,   but   to   jo?      she   would   always   see   that   helpless   little   girl   who   desperately   needed   a   mom.      ❝   you   could   have   at   least   sent   a   fucking   text   that   you   were   alive.      do   you   have   any   idea   what   can   fucking   happen   in   a   few   hours?      i   mean   jesus   christ   cassie,   think   for   a   fucking   second!   ❞

[leschanceux]

@unheald asked ❛ what are you smiling at? ❜ -

"you," druig answers simply, his smile growing unabashedly larger when makkari notices him lingering in the doorway, "you make such a cozy picture."

[murkyhazed]

LIKED : select muses starter call / @unheald

featuring: hannah booker and sophia peletier

               ❝   would   you   stop   looking   like   that?   ❞      the   worry   is   written   so   clearly   on   sophia’s   face.      it   can’t   be   blamed   given   the   circumstances,   but   surely   sophia   knows   this   is   not   the   last   they   will   see   of   carol.      ❝   your   mom   is   a   force   of   nature.      if   anyone   can   find   daryl   and   get   back   here   in   one   piece?      it’s   her.   ❞      hannah   sits   next   to   sophia   on   the   step,   a   hand   brushing   soothingly   down   her   sandy   colored   hair.      ❝   i   know   it’s   scary,   but…      this   time?      she’s   not   running   away   from   something.      she   will   be   doing   everything   in   her   power   to   make   it   back   home.   ❞

[careol]

@unheald said: ❛ the only thing i do know is we have to be kind. be kind. especially, when we don't know what's going on. ❜ - from sophia

               sophia   should   know   her   by   now,   and   know   that   that’s   not   how   she   operates.      they’ve   been   kind   before,   and   look   where   it’s   gotten   them?      no,   carol   doesn’t   believe   she   can   be   kind   towards   strangers   right   off   the   bat.      in   carol’s   eyes   everyone   is   a   threat   until   they   prove   themselves   otherwise.      ❝   you’re   old   enough   to   know   that   we   can’t   be   so   naive   anymore.      you’ve   seen   how   everything   has   happened   over   the   years,   you’ve   watched   people   betray   us,   attack   us.      we   may   finally   be   in   a   better   place   after   nearly   fourteen   years,   but   we   can’t   just   blindly   trust.      that’s   a   sure   fire   way   to   lose   all   that   we’ve   strived   to   build.   ❞

[servire]

@unheald ❛ you’ve broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜ - from young daniel bc its giving 70s vibes -

Armand traces the pattern of Daniel's hair with is fingernail in the lamplight. Little details to memorize. Textures and shapes.

He already knows he'll give Daniel up. Because he cares. Because he's bad for Daniel. If a drug was sentient, would it shrink away from the one who loves it even as it's killing him? Flush itself down the drain? Throw itself in the fire?

Well, this drug will, if it means Daniel will survive and live his life.

So, is it wrong? To steal little moments for himself that Daniel will soon forget? "Tell me what you think about, when you think about me," he whispers.

[devourcr]

( @unheald asked: " why didn't you tell me about this? " - from daniel about the night island properties :3 )

armand considers a shrug of his shoulders might be an adequate response to the question. the opportunity to tell him hadn't arose in decades. should he have passed along details in the conversation about paris and claudia? perhaps a note alongside of a well-mixed martini? oh, he's well aware that those aren't the only ways he could have delivered the information. he knows there's a defensiveness in him — because daniel's name on the properties matters. it unwraps a genuine feeling that he's protective over.

he doesn't shrug, however. instead, he breathes a sigh, eyes lowered to observe the shape of his nails as if they might change. honestly, he didn't expect him to come with this information, even though he'd always known it was possible for him to discover it. armand lifts his eyes, hands seeking the comfort of his pockets instead.

❝ it wasn't the right time. what good would it have done me in dubai? or before, when you wouldn't have remembered my name? ❞ he'd meant it to be theirs, and remembering the intent behind it, remembering those times shared — it makes his chest ache. maybe he could have told him now, now that he'd stopped hiding from his only fledgling.

❝ did you find out about it on your own? or was this information handed to you? ❞

[dr-foster]

@unheald sent "10) one muse has been brainwashed and the other one refuses to hurt them, trying to bring them back with a gentle touch. - from loki " -- prompts for specific scenarios

The portal was shut down, that was Jane's contribution. Fighting the alien invasion on the street wasn't for the likes of her. Tiny. Untrained. Weak. Even so she had refused Thor's suggestion to be shunted off to the middle of nowhere, even if he and SHEILD claimed it was for her safety. Forget that. Jane wanted to help and on this roof was where she had been needed, where she was of use.

It had not occurred to her that Loki himself would show up when her job was done. In a violent flash of green, the God appeared on the edge of the roof stalking towards her with menace in every heavy step. Jane had never met Loki before, but he looked like he had in the news footage. No...worse. Loki's eyes were wild and unnaturally bright, circled with purplish bruises that had not been earn while fighting in the city below. He appeared to be naturally paler than Thor, Loki was adopted as Thor mentioned, but standing before the doctor now she couldn't help but note unhealthy pallor of his face.

'He is not well.' The realization hit hard, freezing the doctor's feet in place even as she had hastily begun to shuffle away from Loki's advance. Jane swallowed hard, rooted to the spot even as he closed the distance and towered over her, the curling horns of his helmet adding to his impressive height. He stopped just a hands breadth away, but he didn't hurt her. Jane kept her eyes on his face and found that the madness in his eyes looked conflicted. Like maybe he was trying not to hurt her. What happened next had nothing to do with self-preservation, it was probably the opposite, or because he was Thor's little brother. Jane simply couldn't ignore a person in pain. Do no harm. That was the oath.

"Loki-" She took a shaking breath and lifted a hand up passively. "It's okay." The hand crossed the gap between them, rested against the chest plate of Loki's armor. Her brown eyes stayed locked on his. It was easier to speak if she thought of him as a patient rather than a mad man leading the invasion against her home. "I'm Doctor Foster. Jane....how can I help you?"

[hechose]

"i'd be perfect for it -" // @unheald ( daniel ) //

armand had tried, he really had tried to keep daniel distracted from all of... this. typically, he did a good job of it. their lives were a whirlwind, even since... settling somewhat more on the night island, it was still a constant flow of activity and learning from one another, exploring, excitement that kept them both constantly busy.

but it always circled back to this eventually, didn't it? there would always come a time, where, eventually, daniel wouldn't be able to focus on anything else. and no amount of drugs, not even a teasing taste of armand's blood could distract him enough.

even armand's hands now, working daniel over, scratching against the skin bare and flush-- even that apparently isn't enough.

would he ever be enough for daniel? would this ever be enough?

he sighs as he pulls his lips away from daniel's neck and instead, he moves to grab his wrists-- pinning them above his head, pressing daniel firmly into the mattress.

"stop it." it's a firm command, though, he knows daniel. he knows that once he latches onto something, there wasn't much that would make him let go. and apparently, tonight was a night for playing with desire. for pulling at the threads of armand's adoration for him. it made the vampire weak, it was pathetic really. "you are perfect." he says then, sealing the words with an equally firm, biting kiss. he needed it to be enough. it had to be.

[aranostra]

@unheald // "Another kiss like that and I won't be held responsible for my actions."

The kiss hadn't been his intention. It had not even been in his mind to do it, only... He was so alone. Louis had said he needed time to think away from him, and Armand had become obsessed with understanding this mortal because he didn't know what else to do until Louis finally let him near again.

And then, at some point that Armand could not determine, it had become something else.

He pressed his lips together, his eyes slightly glazed as he watched the blood pumping in Daniel's jugular. His pulse was quicker now than it had been before the kiss, and it made Armand feel something indescribable in his chest.

Slowly, he looked up to meet Daniel's gaze. "What actions, do you think, you might commit?" he asked, his voice distant yet rapt.

[corignem]

last dbd game of the night and it's just me & alice barking at myers--

[multiesmuses]

* @unheald liked ! — lyric starter .

⠀ " will you take a moment? pomise me this : that you'll stand by me forever, but if, god forbid, fate should step in and force us into a goodbye, If you have children someday, when they point to the pictures... please tell them my name. tell them how the crowds went wild, tell them how I hope they shine. "

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

❤️ + murkyhazed / careol

Send ❤️ + a URL and I’ll write something nice about them/their blog! - @unheald

I absolutely adore Stephy. We've been partners for a long time. Back when I had single muse blogs so we've been through a lot of plots and ships and all that good stuff. She's a sweetheart, and her Carol was one of my first Carol blogs that interacted with my Daryl (and my Rick if I remember correctly). So she's just adorable and the best and if she ever quit roleplaying in The Walking Dead, I'd have to go and drag her ass back because she's not allowed to leave. Ever. - @careol || @murkyhazed