#〚 𝗏: 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 〛

[choserage]

OBSERVE (( soulmate au 🥺 ))

@flappervcmp send  “OBSERVE” for a mini-drabble of how MY MUSE sees and/or thinks about YOUR MUSE while they do something completely ordinary

                he  often finds himself wondering  if  she  could  feel  it  when  his  eyes  are  on  her.  ravenous.  taking  in  every  detail  and  committing  them  to  memory.  the  way  she  smiles.  the  soft  sound  of  her�� voice.  all  the  obvious  things  that  anyone  would  notice  at  a  glance.  it's  not  enough  —  he  wants  so  much  more  than  his  usual  detached  indifference.  he  starts  to  see  the  less  obvious  things instead.  the  small  furrow  of  her  brow  when  she's  deep  in  thought.  the  animated  way  she  talks  when  she's  passionate  about  something.  the  tilt  of  her  chin  and  fire  in  her  gaze  in  the  middle  of  an  argument.  her  hand  reaching  for  his  to  pull  him  closer.  it'd  break  him  in  two  if  it  ever  pushed  him  away.  he  won't  apologize  for  his  hunger,  or  make  excuses.  after  a  few  centuries,  he's  just  happy  to  have  found  her  at  all.  he'll  make  their  lunch  in  his  kitchen  and  enjoy  their  lighthearted  banter,  soaking  in  as  much  of  her  presence  as  possible.  cherish  these  little  moments  of  normalcy.  they  were  few  and  far  between  and  he  doesn't  intend  to  waste  a single one of them if he can avoid it.  if  she  catches  him  looking  he'll  just tell  her  the  truth  that  he can't resist: to  him  everything  about  her  was beautiful.

[choserage]

              he watches the vampire's back until he's alone, listening to make sure he'd gone. maybe next time he would offer a taste of demon blood. a dangerous gamble but if it works then isn't it worth it? gaze is drawn to the figure on the bed, moving closer at a small whimper. nightmares again, like he'd figured. a mental block should take care of them, and he raises one with a few muttered words. the sigils would hold for awhile and he had business to tend to before Elijah returned.            messy business it turns out and he's left to watch over her once more, speaking aloud words he never thought he would say. he's always been one to own his flaws and shortcomings, using them as a warning to anyone who crossed him. to admit that some things are out of his control wounded his pride severely. he lets Elijah lead him from the room, a heavy sigh let out as he sank into the couch. wallowing in his despair will solve nothing.        "i figured," he replies. the words a little ragged due to fatigue. why else would he still be here? caught in a battle he had no part in that was unlikely to end with a winner. he has a point, though. his knowledge of demons was from being surrounded by them most of his life while the ancient vampire didn't have the same advantage. a book tucked between the shelves pulls out with a small gesture from him, a tired nod given in it's direction.         "read that, it will tell you most of what you need to know. preventions to keep them out, exorcisms, devil's traps; etc." another slight gesture and the glamour that kept the wards he'd placed from being seen were revealed, the symbols glowing faintly on every surface of the room. "even these which keeps us from being detected. you can learn how to make them and she knows how to activate them if i'm not here to do it myself."

@choserage aks: "you look tired. should i take over? // caleb i.e. keeping an eye on her" + blood stains his clothes and hands yet he pays no mind to either. it wasn't his and he hadn't stopped to change when he'd heard about her recent run-in with hunters. he'd gone to her to make sure she was alright to find her sleeping, though not peacefully. it's there that Elijah finds him, lingering in the doorway. "i'm failing her," he said softly. "i can keep her safe from demons and angels or other monsters but there's nothing i can do about the hunters." they won't stop until they're eradicated yet he'd made sure that nothing could kill them. he can't be here 24/7 and it ate him up inside. he's fully aware of the debt he owes Elijah and it's that which he addresses now. "thank you for being there."

The vampire nodded briefly. He was tired. He hadn't really slept for a few days and even if it wasn't absolutely necessary for vampires, he could feel the strength leaving him. Human blood helped, but not everything was possible to compensate for and Elijah didn't know the last time he'd been hunting... should he dare?

„Please call me if you have any problems. I can be back here right away.“ He and Caleb were whispering, so the man slowly rose from his chair and took one last look at Ana. Her breathing was calm, she was fast asleep. Then he left the room with Caleb. Elijah said goodbye and walked out of the door. He desperately needed blood. 

It was like a thunderstorm that broke over him when he got back to the flat. Caleb was covered in blood, his clothes literally sticking to him. Since Ana was safe, even if her sleep was restless, the vampire took care of Caleb for the time being. The blood that was on him didn't belong to him, so that was secondary. The vampire helped the other to his feet and helped him to the sofa. It could be reupholstered if the blood didn't come out. He sank down next to him.

„She means something to me,“ Elijah confessed. When he was with Ana, it was nice. It was different. It helped him. But even he was powerless over what had happened here. Demons and other creatures that he first had to get to know. „You have to teach me the weaknesses of demons. If you're not here, I need to be able to take them out.“ His voice was quiet, but sounded serious.

[choserage]

“i know what kind of crazy i am, and this isn’t that kind of crazy.”

@ Caleb

@emburns | meme.

                      he  wants  to  ask.  in  this  morbidly  curious  burning  desire  to  understand  kind  of  way.  countless  times  he's  tried  to  follow  his  friend's  train  of  thought,  always  without  success.  it  baffles  him.  annoys  him.  amuses  him.  right  now  he's  torn  between  poking  fun  at  the  vampire's  expense  or  shrugging  it  off.  they  do  that  a  lot.  an  nice  routine  to  settle  into  that  he  doesn't  have  to  put  much  effort  into  maintaining.  "how  can  you  tell?"  a  simple  question,  without  mockery.  "i  didn't  think  there  was  much  of  a  difference  but  if  there  is  then  i'll  be  sure  to  keep  it  in  mind  for  later."  after  all,  the  whole  reason  they're  friends  is  because  they're  a  similar  kind  of  crazy.

[choserage]

@mikaels0n-elijah-writing | cont. Elijah grinned slightly at Caleb's statement. He hadn't commented on his words, but that didn't matter. He probably didn't want to show himself vulnerable, as the two of them kept circling each other. Sniffing each other, you could say. They were acting together because of Ana and had become closer, but so far they had kept their distance. Elijah tried to bridge this distance, he wanted to know who he was travelling with and where it would take him. "As long as I've been on Earth, it's obvious that I know the feeling,“ he grinned in response. Every ancient being knew the feeling of finding out what they wanted and what they didn't want. What their deepest desires were. "But if you're secretive, so am I,“ he winked at him and leaned back, relaxed. This wasn't about power, but Elijah wouldn't pull any punches if the other didn't. "A wish against a wish.“ Simple, but effective. If you needed/wanted to get to know each other, you would have to reveal yourself.

     he knew it was a reasonable response to give and yet he felt uneasy upon hearing it. that question hadn't been answered and he wasn't certain asking it would achieve that end. if the vampire and his sister are intimate then it wasn't truly any of his business and he did his best not to involve himself in her life too much.       what right did he have to play big brother when he spent most of his time away from her? he could tell himself that it was to keep her safe all he wanted but when it really came down to it, it wasn't a fight he wished to have. in the end regardless of how badly he wanted to know, if the trouble she's found herself in had gotten worse he should trust in her ability to look after herself without his supervision.      at best he could hope for a truce with Elijah, or something similar to it that wouldn't be on shaky ground for as long as the two were in each other's company. no hard feelings against him, he's simply unclear on what his motives were and only time will tell if they were malicious. he didn't think they were and that judgment would have to be enough for now. ideally they could even form a friendship.      he'd never been good at those, though.        "being secretive is one of the things demons are best at," he gives his own crooked grin. he had many talents but as far as being secretive, Ana held the trophy. he'd always been an open book kind of person, preferring to lay it all on the table than keep his cards hidden. that trait's served him well over the years, even saved his life.      how far would it get him now?        "wishes are dangerous things. i've seen them backfire too many times and all too quickly you find yourself with more than you bargained for if you aren't careful." he saw it every day in the deals he made. despite that, he decides to offer some kind of a peace offering. "if you could have anything, what would it be?" 

[choserage]

" night and day, i dream of you. " (( for caleb, soulmate au! <3 ))

@flappervcmp | meme.

     he's been doing the same thing for a long time. before he knew whose face it was, he'd seen it in his mind. in every dream and moment he'd been alive, he's seen it. committed the features to memory while wondering what her voice would sound like.      if it was as soft and sweet as he'd imagined.       every moment spent in hell he'd loathed the distance between them, left to wonder if he would ever meet the one he kept seeing. he'd even imagined what that first meeting would be like. if there would be a sense of recognition when their eyes met.               would she know him too?         would she want him?                what would his first words to her be?        there were so many questions that he couldn't find the answers to and there's still more that he hasn't even begun to ask.      she'd haunted him when he was in the pit, left on his own to survive or die. he'd carried on imaginary conversations with an image of her, a silent promise made to himself that one day he would break out from his imprisonment to look for her. as long as he remained in Hell, that day wouldn't come and he was impatient for it to happen.      he'd felt fear too, if he let it in at the idea that he wouldn't be able to. or that he'd be too late. those were his nightmares: that she would live a human life that he wouldn't be a part of and they would remain separated. he can't find the words to tell her how much he'd dreaded the thought that it would always be just a dream.      facing her now and he can barely bring himself to touch her, some part of him clinging to the fear that she might reject him. it would truly destroy something in him if she did. he wouldn't blame her for it of course, all that it would do was reinforce what he already knew to be the truth.       given all he's seen and done he doesn't deserve her, whether it was the vision of her he'd known for longer than she'd been alive or the reality of having her in his life now. flesh and blood and so close to him that it almost hurt.       a different kind of pain settles in his chest as he hears her words and searches for a response to them that won't send her running from him. they sound sweeter than he'd ever believed possible and so is she, he thinks as he smiles. gaze tracing every contour of her face as she looks back at him and he's reluctant to look away from her.          as if doing so will make her vanish.

   "so have i. i've spent a few thousand years waiting to meet you and here we are." he cocks his head then, cracking a crooked smile. "it's funny, i feel like i should apologize. it must've been a shock when they turned out to be more than dreams."

[choserage]

          he  slips  an  arm  around  her  shoulders,  pulling  her  closer  to  him.  debates  how  to  respond  and  what  she  needed  to  hear  from  him,  thinking  back  to  his  own  desire  to  kill  his  father.  he  hadn't  wrestled  with  the  decision  much,  given  all  the  demon  had  done.  he  won't  feel  any  guilt  when  that  day  came.  Payne  wasn't  him  though,  she  had  more  humanity  in  her  than  most  and  he  wanted  to  make  sure  she'd  come  out  of  it  alright  in  the  end.         "it's  hard  to  say  what  you  should  or  shouldn't  feel  in  this  situation.  it  may  be  healthier  to  move  on  but  with  him  still  out  there,  it  gets  complicated."  he  wanted  to  be  the  one  to  end  it  for  her.  nearly  did  once.  he'd  kicked  a  few  hornet's  nests  and  they  traded  blows  but  ultimately  he  knew  it  wasn't  something  she'd  be  able  to  forgive  him  for  if  he  took  it  that  far.  he  offers  a  smile  at  the  nickname.  "well  if  that's  what  you  need  then  i  think  we  can  fix  that.  i  heard  there's  some  hunters  in  town  if  you're really  itching  to  kill something."

          ❛   what if it's myself telling me i shouldn't be feeling something. that i should move on .....   ❜   she murmurs softly. her head was a mess, it was on a given day but when it came to shit regarding her brother, she ended up tangled in knots. unable to know which way was up, and what she should be thinking. she just felt like a little girl. ❛   as much as i complain you help keep my mind level. and truly Cay, i'm not sure what i need. ither then to commit spousal murder !   ❜ 

[choserage]

" i have a habit of being rather direct. " - For Caleb

@mictlanreina | meme.

            so does he at times.      especially when it would be better to keep his mouth shut and his opinions to himself. it didn't stop him very often since he didn't really care what the reaction was. he'd rather wear his flaws on his sleeve than waste time trying to hide behind them. he had even less patience for excusing them yet it was a trait few seemed to possess.        one reason among many why he dislikes humans. this one doesn't feel like the usual kind he came across and it does little to faze him.        "same here. you don't make a lot of friends by doing that and i have plenty of enemies so if you're going to add yourself to that list then get in line." 

[choserage]

❝ i know what you're thinking. ❞

for Caleb lmao he's not slick

@telepaethy

    “at least one of us does.”

[choserage]

@mikaels0n-elijah-writing | cont.

Elijah smirked slightly at Caleb's words. He wouldn't have expected anything else. "Otherwise I'd be disappointed,"he replied, looking at the man's wounds from a distance. What had happened to make him look like that? Who had dared to get so close to him and for what reason exactly? Elijah had to know. "Are you alright or do you need healing?" His gaze fell on his face.

     he was actually feeling pretty good about that last fight. the odds hadn't been in his favor but then again, they never were. naturally he'd expected as much and had used it to gain the upper hand, exactly as he'd been taught to.        it was how he'd thrived in hell and occasionally he found himself missing the violence in a ring when all that mattered was who was going to come out the winner. he can't die so what does it matter if he was a bit reckless?       fingertips lift to the small abrasion on his cheek, giving a hoarse laugh. the concern was appreciated yet wasted in this instance.           "nah, i'll be fine. what's one more scar to add to my collection, right? it keeps things interesting and i hate being bored."

[choserage]

         he doesn't usually frequent places like this, especially when he's working, but he had some time to kill until midnight. why not enjoy the atmosphere? it had to be better than what he was used to.          he smiles, thinking about what exactly he's in the mood for right then. "well given the hour, a burger and a bourbon sounds good."

( @choserage liked for a starter from Camille O'Connell )

"Welcome to Rousseau's," she announced as she moved to stand in front of the newcomer. "You look like you need a drink --- what can I get you?"

[choserage]

@mikaels0n-elijah A resigned expression was on his face as Elijah listened to the other man and looked directly at him. "Of course you did." He shook his head briefly. "I thought we were past the point of telling each other half-truths like that?" His voice sounded half amused.

    attention fixed on the vampire, head cocked, considering.    were they? while he knew Elijah was an acquaintance of Ana's, he can't say he knew all that much about him. a few interactions hardly counts as a friendship so maybe this was as good a time as any to bridge the gap.     "force of habit." it's as close to an apology as the other's going to get. partial truths are something the twins lean on heavily, ana more so than him. "what do you want to know? i'll give you an honest answer to make up for it."

[choserage]

i would kill myself before helping in such a task .

for Caleb lmao

@burninq | meme.

    "i'll remember that the next time you need my help."

[choserage]

that looks like it's gotta hurt. well, i say that like i'm speculating or something. i know it hurts.

@brokenthimbles | meme.

    "nah, it's not that bad. compared to what i'm used to, it barely counts as a flesh wound. give me a few hours of R & R and i'll be right as rain..whatever that means."

[choserage]

the angry, reckless vigilante bit is my thing.

for Caleb

@burninq | meme.

   "oh please. i've been pulling it off a lot longer than you."

[choserage]

@burninq | cont.

      it was one of those nights when being around others wore at his nerves, the instinct to seek solace by himself leading him outside and away from the crowd. cigarette between two fingers, taking his time with it.     his greeting, if it could be called that, was less than welcoming yet he didn’t protest the unexpected company. as long as he didn't have to be sociable he didn't really care whose company he found himself in.     the silence doesn’t last very long and once again he has no objection to the offer, putting the cigarette out on the gravel beneath him. drinking was as good an activity as any and he gets to his feet with that thought in mind.

      “bad mood or not, i’d never say no to a drink.”

[choserage]

@anoddbunch​ | rebekah

    throat clears. doesn't look at her directly because he can't. she wants more from him and he knows it but he doesn't know how to give her that. which hurts. he wanted to give her everything. he's always wanted to give her everything. but how can he when he has nothing to offer? just words. and those weren't enough.       "i don't expect it to mean much but.." a pause. tries not to fumble because he needs to say this. she needs to hear it. to know without a doubt that it was the truth. "you're the best part of coming back."