@oeshun / @warlcks .
meeting the parents , it was such a mundane concept. nothing he ever thought that he would have to experience. perhaps especially given that their blood parents were centuries dead. nerves are a bundle in the pit of stomach such an unusual sensation. he arrives at provided address, large bouquet of flowers gripped tightly in hand. it was something seen in a mortal made romantic comedy. some sort of rule to not arrive empty handed. knuckles knock firmly against the door and spine straightens upon it opening. two pairs of eyes greet him. one providing familiar warmth, and the other unfamiliar but just as inviting. “ hello. “ charm is usually so easy to turn on, like a switch, but he actually cares about making a fool of himself. throat is cleared before lips form into a hesitant smile, flowers offered towards her. “ these are for you, señora. “
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" i'm too old to start again. "
@oeshun : 💬
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❝ sometimes i think there has to be something better out there for me. ❞ she says, nibbling on the inside of her cheek. ❝ and then sometimes, i think this is all there is. emptiness inside. ❞ // @oeshun
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hands raised in a placating manner. “ he was unconscious when i found him. ” his confession was sudden and intent ; unwilling to let any doubt set in. he had nothing to do with the man slumped on the ground.
💬 ft. ana / @oeshun
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@oeshun : lyrics starter .
“ i don’t really know a lot about love ... “ too much time spent on the run from his dad, afraid that if he found him that it wouldn’t take much to convince him to come home. it was easy to miss the warmth of a home and a family. he hadn’t thought that he would find that here with the pack, with her. they lay on a rooftop, starry sky as the backdrop, but his attention is focused solely on her. “ but you’re in my head, you’re in MY BLOOD and it feels so good, it hurts so much. “
about love by MARINA
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she is youthful , a future filled with endless possibility ahead. and yet, here she was, begging for that to all just end. so much tragedy and death could have been avoided if only he had been given a choice. this was a mistake. if only she could see that. he is determined to make her see that. “ i’m not going to turn you. “ stern tone is unyielding, mind made up. “ it’s dangerous. not just for you, but for everyone. “ that blood would not be on his hands. so much of it already was.
@oeshun / clara parker .
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“i’m in love with you.” ( rowan ) / @oeshun
she’s on the floor of the bedroom they used to share, tears rolling down her cheeks and heart beating so fast inside her chest that it’s all she hears. “ you’re not real, you’re not real, you’re not real. “ riley repeats to herself. despite her gift, she’s never seen a ghost she’s known before, it has to be impossible that this is him. she’s suddenly grateful that their son is with his grandmother so she can properly grieve without worrying him [ what would he think if he saw his mess of a mother? ]
eyes open again and HE’S STILL THERE, a muffled sob escapes against the hand that covers her mouth and riley shakes her head, finds strength god-knows-where to push herself onto her feet. instinctively, she picks up a lamp. “ you’re dead !! “ she shouts, throws the lamp in his general direction . . . he’s still there. “ i’m losing my fuckin’ mind, that’s what this is. “
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𝑶𝑪𝑬𝑨𝑵 𝑺𝑾𝑨𝒀 ━ it has been so long since sea salt has lingered on his lips, sunlight stream reaching through the darkness of his cloak. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗. days of travel have left them in meager shape ( & though the monk has washed the blood from his face , the wounds he bears will last . ) squirrel sits alone atop goliath now, weary and no doubt hungry. he needs to rest. it is with caution that they approach her, lancelot leading his gelding tentatively forward .
❝ pardon, my lady . . . ❞ low rasp and bent head, a tool to hide as much as a courtesy to the brightness yet in her eyes. ❝ have you seen ships along these shores ? ❞
| | | | | 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 : @oeshun , for marina !
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UNREQUITED LOVE STARTERS
"well, if you mean by helping me finish the ending of my book, then by all means." dan offers the seat next to him to nate with a small smile on his face, his fingers soon pressing down on the letters of his keyboard as he hums to himself. "y'know, i haven't written anything since i wrote inside, kinda feels good." he glances over at the other, then focusing on the screen, looking at the words he was typing out. of course, if anyone knew anything related to writing and whatnot, it would be nate, considering his chops with his own company; whilst dan wasn't jealous, he was fortunate to know that he had some upper ground if he wanted his writing to be published, like he had set on before he met serena and all of them. "should i fix the wording? add in more words --- i mean, i need your discretion here, man. you know me better than most people do." / @oeshun
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‘ 𝙸 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 𝚂𝙾 𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙺. ’ / 𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.
@oeshun / philippe de lorraine.
𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙴 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙷𝙴’𝚂 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙺𝙴: what right does a thing with demonic blood and power coursing through his veins have to pursue happiness, acceptance, love amongst the ranks of humankind ? Every moment spent fooling himself has been glorious and golden, a warm rush whenever eyes had the good fortune to land upon the other but it was TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE, love a beautiful and sacred thing meant for worthier creatures than him. There’s no masking the AGONY that glazes brown eyes with a glassy sheen of unshed tears; he’s never been any good at hiding what he feels, and the enormity of anguish pulling heart apart bit by bit is too overwhelming.
“ I - I’m sorry. ” Stammered apology is heartfelt and it’s hard to say which he’s trying to excuse; keeping demonic origins a secret or simply existing at all. He’s always despised what he is, hated the HELLFIRE that runs through his veins, gives him his power and no moment has ever mocked him for it as cruelly as this one. Love at last - but not for you, monster. Never for you. Tentative step forward, and eyes are imploring, pleading, BEGGING for even just a slither of understanding, for some clue that Philippe is not entirely repulsed by what he is. Hands reach out, are grasping at straws, are seeking support but also to steady - if revelation has made the other as queasy as he states, he doesn’t want to let him fall. “ I won’t tell you I’m not monstrous because it’s... it’s not true. But I’m trying to be GOOD - I want to be. And I would never hurt you. If you believe anything I say, believe that. Please. ”
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❛ ▌┊𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 : philippe de lorraine ( @oeshun ) .
❝ Give me one good reason why I should wear this dress. ❞
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❛ can i kiss you ? ❜ ---- @oeshun
amusement lined the vampires face at the question, one that he was certain she should’ve already known the answer to. which, of course, meant that he had to tease her. as he lay on the bed, blanket pulled up just to his navel, he raised a brow.
“ now why would i want that ? you kiss like a sucker fish, “ he said, managing to keep his face relaxed && biting back the smirk.
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"𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒕 & 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅, 𝒎𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅."
a little something something for my bb @oeshun and the love of jace’s life xoxo
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you guys! find me @oeshun for the time being!
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he sat down across from her, taking her hands and gently squeezing them in his own. he brought them to his lips, pressing a soft kiss one each one. “ i've been waiting a long time for you. ”
💬 ft. marina / @oeshun
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@oeshun sent, “ every time i touch you, there’s a moment where you look like you think it will hurt. ”
WAR & VIOLENCE had become common in his afterlife. sweet farm boy, with little ambitions beyond providing for his mom and sister, had been transformed into a general practically overnight. maria had molded him to fit her purpose, to win her territory. innocence practically stamped out. those years spent as part of her coven left a stain against his soul. both cornelius and alice had helped in healing the broken parts, but perhaps this isn’t something that could ever be fully fixed. intimacy would always be difficult. this, what was forming between them, was quite new. no matter how much he wanted it, wanted her, his mind and body still had reservations. “ you uh.. y’ noticed that, huh? “ shoulders and jaw are locked. form appearing like a marble statue right before loosening slightly to speak. “ i don’t mean to. it’s not like i think you’d hurt me. i’m just not used t’ being like this ... with anyone. “ this is something he had been avoiding for as long as possible, talking about his past. for he was afraid that she would turn away if she knew how much pain his two hands have actually caused. “ i told you ‘bout alice and the cullens, but i wasn’t always with them. “ tongue hesitates as confession forms. “ i used t’ be something like A GENERAL for a vampire army. for a long time... all i knew was war. “
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