"I don't know if I can ever trust you again. You've shattered everything we had." @ Klaus
didn't he always find some way to cause about an END to things ?? that anything good that came his way was either taken , or remained long enough for him to fall into old habits and PUSH them away from him . it was an endless cycle , one he knew too well , and he'd heard those words before , only this time he knew there was no CRAWLING back when lucien was concerned . if he walked away right there and then that would simply be it - and no APOLOGY could bring back any trust that had once been there between them , a line had been made in the sand and klaus had cross it , kicked it to dust and expected everything to go back to their kind of NORMAL .
❛ if the TRUST is gone then why are you here ?? why haven't you left ?? ❜
klaus didn't want him to go , he couldn't say those words outright , he refused to let himself , he wouldn't crumble or BREAK against any weight that came down onto him . but it was clear from his words , from the fact that he wasn't grasping onto lucien with both hands , that he wasn't trying to FORCE his way back in , that he understood the weight of his actions and the consequences that were going to follow . words hurt the most . that was the DAGGER he'd used against lucien where he'd used physical ones against his family , the connection he'd held , someone that made the world seem not so lonely - he'd RUINED that and it made him was to claw at his own hair .
but he didn't , he simply stood , simply let it consume . because he wasn't in control of where things went from there , and he HATED that.
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send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse
I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.
“Mmmm, a life without my Morningstar, my Luci, how horrid and unbearably dull”
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“ i always expect people to hurt me. because they usually do. ” - Jim
"People are usually boring," he commented as he sat in his office chair, laid back and absently looking outside the window at the rainy clouds; feeling in the mood to dissolve in the sky.
"It's the only way to justify their own pain, by seeing the hurt in someone else's eyes," he added, somewhat bored and the moment passed.
"That'll be 50 quid for your therapy session." he licked his lips as he let a subtle smile slip on his otherwise unbothered expression.
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'I'm not falling for it, yanno? Your act.' His words were quiet, cigarette lifted to his lips. He had a tendency to do that; drop in, unexpected. 'I see right through you; you're drowning everyday. It takes one, to know one.' He paused, head dropping back. 'That's we fight and fuck, cause we're running from something. Yet no matter how much alcohol and sex, it's never enough is it? Still the waves are rising. The tide won't turn.' A drag and he let out a light laugh. 'It's fucking bullshit. All of it and you know what? You can't run forever. You can't run from yourself.'
He has a habit of being really fucking annoying is what he has a habit of.
The fucking audacity of him spawning in like some NPC triggered by an event. And to talk to her, like he knows anything about her, like he can understand anything shes been through, like they're the same. Fuck him.
The anger rises through her core and settles in her chest, making her feel like she could explode at any moment. Every single word that follows the first pushes and pushes her. Rage building like a volcano getting ready to erupt. Will it be explosive? Or will she calmly tear him apart while she does her nails? Which ones worse? Her cold anger? Or her fiery rage?
Katherine's dangerous either way when shes angry, when she's hurt. She is both right now, angry AND hurt- Why? Because he's right. Because she's done everything she has for the past 500 years either running from something, or chasing something, or BOTH.
She doesn't remember who she was, she doesn't know who she IS.
All she knows is that she's ALONE and she HATES IT.
Finally her control breaks and she speaks, unable to help the impulse to lash out any longer. He hasn't done anything wrong, he hasn't harmed her, but he's seen her- and in a lot of ways that's the worst thing you can do to Katherine Pierce.
"I'm not putting on an act, and if I was, it sure as shit wouldn't be for your entertainment, so quite frankly? You don't have to buy it. I don't care."
"You don't know the first thing about how I feel, or what goes on in my head. You can act like you do all day, and you can even pull that astrology bullshit and vaguely describe anyone whos ever dealt with trauma ever and it will sure sound like you know what you're talking about."
"But you don't fucking know me. And you never fucking will. I'm not interested in being your trauma buddy, I'm not interested in patching up each others wounds, I'm not interested in drowning my sorrows with you, or being friends, or whatever else you hope these little heart to hearts turn into. I don't care."
"I'm not your wife. So stop pretending you fucking care about me, because we both know its only out of some fucked up guilt you're projecting on to me."
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( @fangsforhire asked for Bucky )
Dreams of familiar corridors stretching into a maze was maybe his most common kind. Those corridors were always there, even if their location didn't matter. That was the sort of nightmare for that night, the sort where the setting could have been anywhere but those damned corridors were there.
That was what made him creep out of bed and into the kitchen; he needed to move around, needed to do something before he drowned in the memories, and so he grabbed a glass and filled it with cold water before almost chugging it in an attempt at swallowing down the nausea. It didn't help, though the chill did; it was something to focus on.
Getting another glass of cold water, he sat at the kitchen table and sighed out a deep breath, closing his eyes and tipping his head back in a determined attempt at relaxing.
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fangsforhire asked:
"I'm not gonna beg for my life." ~ for Meph
WASN'T HE NOW? How interesting, considering the position in which they were both in. Time and again, Lucien had attempted to escape from his clutches and time and again, Mephistopheles had dragged him right back to his captivity, kicking and screaming. Mercy was beyond the demon that owned him; there was no compassion or softness about any of his actions, they were all callous and filed with mallice. Purpose was his main drive; Lucien needed to learn, he needed to learn that life was neither fair or nice to anyone, especially ones like him.
Rinse and repeat was the way that lessons were taught when it came to the brat. His reluctance to comply with Mephistopheles angered the demon, driving him to further condition the boy to believe the ideals that he was coercing him to follow. Number one, him being his true father. Number two, kill to survive. Number three, compassion equalled weakness. Right now, Mephistopheles saw him as weak. He always did.
Lucien was so easy to get to and break. It was a matter of overpowering with both word and action and that was exactly what Mephistopheles had been doing. Right up until the point that Lucien spat out the defiant words to him. " I would think twice about those words that you have just spat at me, BOY... You know fully well that I am more than capable of putting your life in the balance --- " It would not be the first time, either. Mephistopheles had tortured him to the point of near dismemberment on several occasions; had mutilated him; severed limbs nearly entirely; broken him beyond coherent measure mentally and physically, and yet the boy still tried to defy him. " You would do well to remember who your father is, Lucien. Respect of your elders goes a long way and manners cost nothing. "
He reinforced his words with the driving of a blade into Lucien's diaphragm, plunging it up under his twelfth rib on the left as he hung, restrained by his wrists and the collar around his neck. Aside from the evident anger and disapproval behind Mephistopheles's eyes, his features were void of any emotion ~ showing emotion seemed to be far beyond the demon's capabilities, and he far from cared, either.
@fangsforhire CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE III / ACCEPTING
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@fangsforhire crying thank you for this 😂😂
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@fangsforhire asked: 'Did you bring back Charles?'
An unamused look swept across the mutant's expression, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he took his time to answer. Instead, those piercing eyes wandered over the beer bottle in his hand, his head tilted to the side just momentarily before his neck straightened again to take a hefty gulp of his drink. "I did." Was all that followed when he lowered the bottle again, finally trailing his gaze to meet the other. "Are you pleased or disheartened by the fact?" His eyes hardened, barely even blinking. "What happens next relies heavily on your answer."
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‘there are worse ways to die. and worse things to do than die.’
The Irishman paused mid pluck between taut string and cable pulley, peeling it aligned between oak and what looked to be brass metal wedges custom to the weaponry ; the crossbow twanged in protest, the idle wheel stiffening. Canting his gaze to spy the opposite male while partially averting from the task , his brow spiking attuned to the topic at hand. Muddling his expression in sheer defiance. Yet hues peered ruminatively at the individual.
" Ya over 'ere preachin' ta tha' choir , " he tipped onto exasperating aloud. " Still .. " His nose crinkled the further he thought upon it. He hadn't known this man long, if he could even recall at all. Yet he was never one to trust someone who butted their nose into another man's business so presumptuously. His demeanor shifted wary suddenly, shoulders tensing despite the confidence he clung into wearing.
" Ta die .. they say, woul'be an awfully big adventure. " Humor no doubt lilted the reply, yet crested beneath it's presentation rumbled sarcasm.
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@fangsforhire ∣ ✖
Whenever Charles was out on his own, or even with others, while he didn't pry into the minds of the people around him, he did remain aware of his surroundings. He could keep an eye on people without needing to step inside their heads. So, when he noticed the steps of someone close by, a literal barrier blocking him from even sensing them, he was both on wide alert and curious when he stopped on the spot. "I'm not looking for any unpleasantness." The Englishman calmly stated. "I'm simply passing through, that's all."
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~ @fangsforhire || 'What the hell is this?' ~
Jim's head tilted, silent for a moment as he looked at the man sitting before him. Hand lifted, dismissing his sniper to the back of the room so that they can have a little privacy. Not that Sebastian will go far. His over-protectiveness is quite sweet.
"It's a kidnapping. O b v i o u s l y." The words fall out in a soft purr. "Welcome to my humble abode." A pause. "Well - One of them. This is -" His lips pursed before he turned to look over his shoulder. "Which safe house is this, Sebby?" There was a grunt of 'Number Five' in return. James's eyes turned back to Lucien. "Forgive me. After the third safe house they all just seem to -" Hand gestured, waving around dismissively. "- blur into one. Anyway -" He dusted his hands off as he moved to sit, crossing his legs. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm James Moriarty and I'm quite the fan of your work."
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Smash or pass ;)
“Did Lucien really get you to send this in? Smash, smash smash any day, I'll send him my schedule for the week.”
“Oh! And tell my morning star I said hello!”
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“🔥?”
“Lucien is very very… hot! Struggled to breath when I first saw him. I just wish he was more open but I won't judge him, I kinda get why he doesn't as I don't open up either. As much as I find Lucien really hot, I think I'd like to spend more time with Adrian. No offence to Lucien, I want to spend more time with him too its just… there is something about Adrian that I can't quite put my finger on. I have to say I find Adrian’s voice very soothing as well as um…. Exciting. I'm not going into that but you can put together what I mean.” Trying to prevent a shade of red spreading across his face he grabs a beer from the fridge and makes quick work of sinking the can.
@fangsforhire
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Would you join forces with someone capable of eventually wiping out HYDRA? ~ Rumlow and Bucky - from Lucien cause fuck being anonymous.
Brock & Bucky! 🖤
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" Having a daughter makes you see things in a different way. This is my only girl. So I don't care what it takes to protect her. You can call it what you want to call it. As long as you treat her the same way as I treat her, like a princess, I don't mind. " --- Tracy Morgan.
Lucien & Lily Morningstar. Found at @fangsforhire & @fortitudina
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~ @fangsforhire || Liked for a short starter || From Frank ~
Frank looked down, foot turning the guy over so that he could see his face. Damn it. Not the one he'd been looking for. A short grunt of annoyance rose in his chest. Ears pricked at a noise behind him, turning with his gun raised, pointing at the person standing there. "Oh - It's you." He muttered, turning away and moving back to focus his attention on the dead guy. "What do you want? If you're here for him, you're too late."
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