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“You do realise you have to walk a dog right? And feed it?” It had to be a joke. Although she could probably afford staff to take care of the dog, it would be spoiled. Some kind of canine nanny system.

He sighs and rolls his eyes at the thought of her lathered up surrounded by loubiton boxes but her next question was a little more presssing.

“Well, my lease is coming up. And I’m pretty sure my mother might kill me if Ilet that money sit in a bank uninsured. What’s the point in paying a landlord when we could own it?” He sounds like such a romantic when it’s put like that, but Amy is practical too. She has some inheritance tucked away and he’s got several years of nomadic earnings eating a hole in his pocket.

“We’re… there’s no wedding bells just yet. Don’t give this lot another reason to gossip.” He’s got one eye on the other side of the desk, knowing anything is grounds for a good scandal.

“Do I want to know why that’s a tally you keep?” She does have a point, it feels like every week there’s another baby shower. Yet his smile fades and he leans in a bit to lower his voice. Children isn’t something he’s shy about discussing but there’s a baby elephant that still seems to love being present when it comes to him and Cee. “We’ve not… I haven’t mentioned that yet.”

The childlike joy is soft, comforting. A home fire to welcome him if only he let it. No- no that’s not the point. Moving on, sorting shit out.

Moving indeed.

“Yeah- yeah.” He isn’t sure if this is kinder, to let the rumour mill do the hard work or to hear it from the source. Maybe she genuinely doesn’t care. Maybe this is what real moving on looks like. “Pretty sure I’d have to be in a different tax bracket to make that one work. You realise we work for the NHS- right?” He probably could afford it. If they slowly ate cereal and r their lives away but what was the point? Even Amy wasn’t home enough to fully enjoy it. No, a 3 bed flat would be perfect. Even two, as a real push if the school catchment area was worth it.

“Get bored of the flat in Mayfair? Where are you now? I shouldn’t ask, but is the wardrobe still an entire room?”

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The childlike joy is soft, comforting. A home fire to welcome him if only he let it. No- no that’s not the point. Moving on, sorting shit out.

Moving indeed.

“Yeah- yeah.” He isn’t sure if this is kinder, to let the rumour mill do the hard work or to hear it from the source. Maybe she genuinely doesn’t care. Maybe this is what real moving on looks like. “Pretty sure I’d have to be in a different tax bracket to make that one work. You realise we work for the NHS- right?” He probably could afford it. If they slowly ate cereal and r their lives away but what was the point? Even Amy wasn’t home enough to fully enjoy it. No, a 3 bed flat would be perfect. Even two, as a real push if the school catchment area was worth it.

“Get bored of the flat in Mayfair? Where are you now? I shouldn’t ask, but is the wardrobe still an entire room?”

The little yellow note doesn’t hang around, falling off onto the floor where it stops between them. A little for when you forget x stuck between their feet and in the middle of their conversation.

“What? The apple ones are the best. But if you’re being that bloody fussy…” He smiles at her in a way he shouldn’t, opening the top drawer beneath he ward computer that is absolutely off bounds. He presents back a packet of chocolate hobnobs.

“Cee-“ it’s the immediate shift in tone, the slight whine in his voice that gives him away. She can’t pull this shit now he’s supposed to be her direct line manager. “We can talk about it. We are grown ups. Well, the one of us who doesn’t live off of caffeine and e numbers is.”

[gunmetalgrey]

𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑   𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒   :   𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒   𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  .

some   lyrics   modified   for   comprehension  .  part   one   of   fearless   album   . 

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔.

there’s something about the way the street looks when it’s just rainted.

you know, i wanna ask you to dance right there.

i wonder if you know.

i’m trying to so hard not to get caught up.

i don’t know how it gets better than this.

you take my hand & drag me headfirst, fearless!

baby, drive slow. til we run out of road in this one hourse town.

i wanna stay right here in this passenger’s seat.

i’m not usually like this.

𝒇𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏.

take a deep breath, and you walk through those doors. try and stay out of everybody’s way.

somebody tells you they love you, you’re gonna believe them.

wish you could go back…tell yourself what you know now.

don’t forget to look before you fall.

i’ve found time can heal most anything.

you might just find who you’re supposed to be.

i didn’t know who i was supposed to be.

you’ll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team.

𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚.

we were both young when i first saw you.

i close my eyes and the flashbacks start.

i was crying on the staircase, begging you not to go.

i’ll be waiting, all there’s left to do is run.

we’re dead if they knew.

my faith in you was fading.

i keep waiting for you, but you never ome.

is this in my head? i don’t know what to think.

i love you, & that’s all i really know.

they’re trying to tell me how to feel.

𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒏.

i know looks can be deceiving, but i know i saw a light in you.

i’ll be the one waiting there, even when it’s cold.

you might have me believing i don’t always have to be alone.

i can’t help it if you look like an angel.

can’t help it if i wanna kiss you in the rain.

i’ve been holding back this feeling.

i’ve got some things to say to you.

i’ve never seen nobody shine the way you do.

i can give you fifty reasons why i should be the one you choose. come feel this magic i’ve been feeling since i met you.

𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆.

that face of an angel comes out just when you need it too.

i honestly believed in you.

i should have known.

i was a dreamer before you went & let me down.

maybe i was naive.

i got lost in your eyes & never really had chance.

i had so many dreams about you & me.

try & catch me now.

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆.

she’s going off about something that you said.

she/he/they don’t get your humor like i do.

what you’re looking for has been here the whole time.

if you could see that i’m the one who understand you…

i’ve been here all along, so why can’t you see?

you belong with me.

you’ve got a smile that could light up this whole town.

i’m the one who makes you laugh when you know you’re about to cry. how could you not know, baby? you belong with me.

𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆.

none of us thought it was gonna end that way.

it’s killing me to see you go after all this time.

people are people, & sometimes… we change our minds.

it’s never simple, never easy.

I can’t breathe without you, but i have.

never wanted this, never wanna see you hurt.

people are people, & sometimes it doesn’t work.

you’re the only thing i know like the back of hand.

it’s two am, feeling like i just lost a friend.

hope you know this ain’t easy for me.

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The little yellow note doesn’t hang around, falling off onto the floor where it stops between them. A little for when you forget x stuck between their feet and in the middle of their conversation.

“What? The apple ones are the best. But if you’re being that bloody fussy…” He smiles at her in a way he shouldn’t, opening the top drawer beneath he ward computer that is absolutely off bounds. He presents back a packet of chocolate hobnobs.

“Cee-“ it’s the immediate shift in tone, the slight whine in his voice that gives him away. She can’t pull this shit now he’s supposed to be her direct line manager. “We can talk about it. We are grown ups. Well, the one of us who doesn’t live off of caffeine and e numbers is.”

“Right. Sit.” He takes her by the elbows, planting her down at the nurses station and handing her the granola bar (complete with post it reminding him to eat with a little hand written kiss on it). “Doctor’s orders.” He’s known her long enough to know that hours is a lie at the very least. For her to admit to being dizzy, it’s been a while. It was easier not to worry about her when he was doing the taking care bit himself. But now he shouldn’t worry, right?

“I think it’s Apple and… something.” He hadn’t really given it a second thought, but it was good in a pinch when he stayed on his feet from one crisis to the next. Normally he would just crash at the end of the day with the nearest edible substance yet there was someone who… who noticed. Who cared in the way he did for the rest of the world. He ought to text a thank you later. He was bound to forget that in five minutes.

He pulls out a phone to start wording something now instead till he’s watching Celia again. “You got anything proper to get down you before surgery?”

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“Right. Sit.” He takes her by the elbows, planting her down at the nurses station and handing her the granola bar (complete with post it reminding him to eat with a little hand written kiss on it). “Doctor’s orders.” He’s known her long enough to know that hours is a lie at the very least. For her to admit to being dizzy, it’s been a while. It was easier not to worry about her when he was doing the taking care bit himself. But now he shouldn’t worry, right?

“I think it’s Apple and… something.” He hadn’t really given it a second thought, but it was good in a pinch when he stayed on his feet from one crisis to the next. Normally he would just crash at the end of the day with the nearest edible substance yet there was someone who… who noticed. Who cared in the way he did for the rest of the world. He ought to text a thank you later. He was bound to forget that in five minutes.

He pulls out a phone to start wording something now instead till he’s watching Celia again. “You got anything proper to get down you before surgery?”

It was never going to be easy, to sit back and know that the healthy grown up action is to be the bigger person. To understand that whatever love remained was wrapped in a grief so strong it would drag them both back into the miserable put they had worked so hard to crawl out of. Over his years away, there had been a person or two that had turned his head. With so much disaster it was easier to jump from adrenaline hit to the next rather than becoming really.. involved. And anyone else in his life understood that too. It was a mutual unspoken agreement that filled a need even if it wasn’t enough to fix the Cecelia shaped hole.

He had known she worked here. It wasn’t the point of taking the job, far from it. No grand gesture was going to make the past erase itself. So he settled for conversation, maybe a little more flirting than would be fair.

And after eight or nine months of that, there was a slip. And a fumble in the on call room that left him with sweaty palms when it replayed in the small hours of the early morning. Her lips, her thighs, the little noise that- it was bound to end in heartbreak.

Really, Celia calling it and reminding them both that their dreams hadn’t changed was a mercy killing. Putting him out of his misery. He put to thank her for it.

It wasn’t Amy’s fault. She… she had this heart and this perfect knack for making him look a little too linger into her deep brown eyes for the sarcasm behind her laugh. For the snark, the buried cheek rather than the unbridled sweetness that overflowed when she smiled. Severin wasn’t used to people being nice to him like that. Every time she brought lunch or stopped him to actually say hi in the corridor- it caught him like the first time. Like someone cared. For the sake of just… caring. Not because he was useful or convenient.

With a kiss to her lips and a second on her cheek, they agreed to check out rightmove again this evening as if it was going to have magically filled up with a nearby three bed in the last twenty four hours. And his lingering smile held just long enough to fade into puzzlement as Celia slammed into his chest.

The hilarious guilty puppy look was ridiculous on a grown man, let alone her boss. “Hey. Hi. What the- you need- oh. No- no I think I’ll manage. Nothing broken. Except maybe my pride.”

Her hand seemed to stay put.

“You? You feeling alright?”

[gunmetalgrey]

It was never going to be easy, to sit back and know that the healthy grown up action is to be the bigger person. To understand that whatever love remained was wrapped in a grief so strong it would drag them both back into the miserable put they had worked so hard to crawl out of. Over his years away, there had been a person or two that had turned his head. With so much disaster it was easier to jump from adrenaline hit to the next rather than becoming really.. involved. And anyone else in his life understood that too. It was a mutual unspoken agreement that filled a need even if it wasn’t enough to fix the Cecelia shaped hole.

He had known she worked here. It wasn’t the point of taking the job, far from it. No grand gesture was going to make the past erase itself. So he settled for conversation, maybe a little more flirting than would be fair.

And after eight or nine months of that, there was a slip. And a fumble in the on call room that left him with sweaty palms when it replayed in the small hours of the early morning. Her lips, her thighs, the little noise that- it was bound to end in heartbreak.

Really, Celia calling it and reminding them both that their dreams hadn’t changed was a mercy killing. Putting him out of his misery. He put to thank her for it.

It wasn’t Amy’s fault. She… she had this heart and this perfect knack for making him look a little too linger into her deep brown eyes for the sarcasm behind her laugh. For the snark, the buried cheek rather than the unbridled sweetness that overflowed when she smiled. Severin wasn’t used to people being nice to him like that. Every time she brought lunch or stopped him to actually say hi in the corridor- it caught him like the first time. Like someone cared. For the sake of just… caring. Not because he was useful or convenient.

With a kiss to her lips and a second on her cheek, they agreed to check out rightmove again this evening as if it was going to have magically filled up with a nearby three bed in the last twenty four hours. And his lingering smile held just long enough to fade into puzzlement as Celia slammed into his chest.

The hilarious guilty puppy look was ridiculous on a grown man, let alone her boss. “Hey. Hi. What the- you need- oh. No- no I think I’ll manage. Nothing broken. Except maybe my pride.”

Her hand seemed to stay put.

“You? You feeling alright?”

STARTER CALL -- @gunmetalgrey

"Stop it."

Cee snaps to attention, a guilty look on her face. "What?"

Mary pulls a face. "You're thinking about how to break them up, and as your therapist--"

"You're not my therapist."

"As a therapist," Mary begins to lecture. Cee has been getting a lot of lectures recently. She can disconnect her brain so that Mary's pleasant voice can wash over her while she watches Sev and Amy flirt over the computer monitor. Rumours say it's getting serious—house, marriage, and kids sort of serious. That sounds nice; it sounds like something Sev deserves. Doctor and nurse kiss goodbye, and Cee makes a move, intending to accidentally bump into Sev in the corridor. "Yeah, got it Mary, I'll think about what you said and write my feelings in my journal," Cee waves her away.

Three... she fixes her hair; two... she picks up a chart as she passes a door; one... and step to your left, "oh fuck, hey, sorry." She holds into Sev's upper arm, and fuck, she's forgotten how good that feels. "You okay, need a doctor? I know some."

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#( dyn : got your six )

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      send   “  passion  ”   to   my   inbox   to   give   my   muse   a   passionate   kiss  .   (   send   a   +   reverse  ,   &   my   muse   will   give   yours   a   passionate   kiss  .   )

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[gunmetalgrey]

the loneliness of the long-distance bassist

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NORMAL PEOPLE (2020) dir. Lenny Abrahamson, Hettie Macdonald

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She’s numb, numb to everything but the feel of flesh on silver like it carves butter. The witch moves around the bloody scene, working with what he can to let the wounds knit together in the way vampire flesh always will.

There is no way to explain the full body fear, the terror that grips all the way to her core. It feels… like flames lapping at wooden doors. Like the shrieking death cries of the last people who knew her. Like Aidan’s hands begging her, pleading with her to step out of sunlight and to come back to him. The brink of life, the self loathing moments in which their lives are simply too long to be worth living.

It would be unfair to ask Mori to run her through with the weapon in his hands. She can’t say a word, knowing that despite her state Yan would hear it. Yan would know, how much she wished this wasn’t her problem to handle. Besides, what words could fill this… grieving space?

So she is still, wishing she could shiver to at least release the nervous energy.

“You should go. Get clean. Can you… Fee’s on the night shift. Someone will need to get the girls to school. Would you be able to…”

It’s easier to be on autopilot than process with any real clarity what is happening.

"Thank you."

Mori gives her a nod, genuinely grateful. He has no desire to make this any worse that it is, and he knows that Yan has no real desire for a man between her legs, even if he's just... well. The point is made.

From here it's just a matter of... well. Tidying. Bringing the edges of wounds together so that they heal more easily. He's very tender, as always, as he wraps her torso tightly in the makeshift bandages in the hopes that it will keep the slice through her middle secure, as he cleans dark blood from her skin. There are a few other larger wounds that haven't finished healing, but mostly they aren't bleeding any more, and it's enough to cover them and let them be.

Vampires are easier for him to work on that the living, at least. It's the blood that gets him, and hers isn't really... well, it doesn't tick most of the boxes. He copes. When he's done as much as he can he picks the blade up off the floor, and turns back to Alex.

"It is just time now, hm? I will take this. You would like me to wait with you?"

#gore tw

[gunmetalgrey]

Brains been… a fun place lately so like for an action based thread when I get a chance?

#( ooc : it speaks ) #long story short guess who forgot her pills again

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The flick of the switch just as he has a response is intentional, because she isn’t loving the being made fun of. If only he knew she chose lonely a long time ago over company.

He just… doesn’t know. He can turn his brain off to sleep, he can tune out hunger. The doesn’t understand that the fleeting moment of this social etiquette is basically always learning a new set of social rules overnight. “Who’s being judgey now?” There’s no malice in her tone though, despite the difference of opinions.

She reaches for the drawer, grabbing the straw and sticking in straight into the mix. She does pause however to turn her back to him. The scent as she takes off the lid is enough to flood her pupils pitch black. She dents the metal straw as she bites down on it, furiously devouring the icy mixture. She’s probably have some kind of ice cream headache if that could be an issue. But instead the mix is gone in ten seconds flat, breathing in and out to try and center herself back in the moment.

Maybe just over three minutes. So noticeably long. She sets the blender down, still facing away from him. “Better. Thanks.”

Alright, there's perhaps a bit of amusement as Greyson watches her clamber up onto the counter to get the blender down; it's definitely worth it. And he's not getting it for her.

He does listen. He's known vampires, but rarely ones who were particularly interested in being involved with the vampire community at large. Thing was, as far as he saw it, at some point you had to suck it up and be close to people even though they didn't get it or have a lot in common with you, or you had to get okay with being lonely. Still, her methods on whatever she's trying to do here could use some refinement.

As could her timing, considering that he's just about to say something when she flicks the blender on. Grey waits impatiently, eyebrows raised, until she's done.

"Maybe just chill out a bit, yeah? You're actin' more fuckin' weird tryna act normal than you probably would if you weren't tryin'. It ain't that deep." Possibly more accurately, Grey doesn't want to think too hard about what letting Alex stay over might mean, and her making it sort of into a thing is edging dangerously close to making him thinking about it.

"Straw's in the drawer right behind you."

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“Spicier the better.” Although she couldn’t really taste in the same way, her younger could still feel sensations. So a little spice with frozen blood was bound to help the situation a bit. She took the hot sauce he set down and put it with the freezer bag. She looks to him, and to the cupboard.

Being super powered was great until you’re stuck at 5ft 2.

“Wouldn’t know. Didn’t spend a lot of the 20s around people.” Alex shrugs, climbing up onto the kitchen counter to reach into the top shelf.

“Alright. Fine.” It’s said with a bit of a huff as she gets down.

“Look- you’re right. It’s been a while since I did this bit. Especially with someone breathing. My lot don’t really… see things the same way a lot of the time.” Sex had become a transaction. Alex didn’t mind it, if anything it was easier. But the vampires her age seemed to either have a ruthless streak, and the baby ones well… she had very little to talk to them about. Her very little socialisation was either physical or helping Mori with his latest magical issue. Her life was increasingly lonely. Maybe that was why she hadn’t bolted.

“And so this is probably my poor attempt at some kind of modern humour. Yes, my jokes are awful. And yes, I’ve lived a little too long to fuck around with the whole hard to get thing. But you seem like you can take a laugh, and something tells me you don’t mind being called a good boy under the right circumstances.”

She plugs in the blender, but me of the few appliances she’s had use to learn. Her cubes of blood, three or four tablespoons of spice, that’s something. She flicks the switch in the front to get it a little smoother. And when she’s done, she looks at him.

“I do mean it though, once I’ve had this I’m fine to go if you’re busy. It’s not like I’ve got plans though. You got a straw?”

"Hot sauce?" He moves to get it anyway, and sets it on the counter before pointing at a cupboard behind her. "Blender's up there."

Truthfully, the marks on his back have probably gone down decently by now; he heals faster than he ought to. From most things. He's not going to point that out right this second, though; Alex is decidedly weird about the whole thing. He raises his eyebrows, giving her a briefly calculating look.

"Y'know y'sound like a fuckin'... '20's vampire gangster or some shit? Bloodsuckers, breathers, fuckin' get outta your fur." She is ancient, though. Old prejudices and all that, right? He still thinks she's making a big deal out of it. "It ain't that deep.

"But you don't gotta run off, neither."

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Hi stephanie,

I hope this email finds you, as the search and rescue team is otherwise completely out of ideas

#( dyn : misery likes company ) #ANYONE trying to contact Alex but esp Victor #( gunmetalgrey )

[gunmetalgrey]

DOMESTIC INTIMACY PROMPTS

add “+ REVERSE” to reverse the roles

[ SWAY ]  sender pulls receiver into a slow dance in the living room / kitchen / bedroom [ TOSS ]   sender keeps tossing popcorn/other food at receiver, trying to get them to catch it in their mouth [ SERENADE ] sender sings along to a song they associate with receiver [ EMBRACE ] sender hugs receiver from behind [ WRAP ] sender wraps receiver up in a blanket [ LAP ] sender pulls receiver into their lap [ TUG ] receiver, trying to get ready for the day, is pulled back into bed by sender [ PASS ] receiver gets an object that the sender is asking for [ FEED ] sender offers receiver a spoonful of what they’re cooking so receiver can taste it [ STEAM ] sender joins receiver in the shower [ HUG ] sender embraces receiver, burying their face in receiver’s chest [ SMOOCH ] sender kisses receiver on the cheek / forehead / nose [ KISS ] receiver stops what they’re doing to kiss sender [ MASSAGE ] sender rubs receiver’s back [ SCRATCH ] sender gently scratches their nails across receiver’s back / scalp / wherever [ TICKLE ] sender tickles receiver [ GRAPPLE ] sender manages to pin receiver while play-wrestling [ NAP ] while receiver is resting, sender joins them in bed & cuddles up close [ SHARE ] sender, seeing that receiver is cold, wraps their jacket around them [ CARESS ] sender strokes receiver’s cheek [ TRAIL ] sender runs their finger down receiver’s spine [ ADJUST ] sender fixes receiver’s tie / necklace / article of clothing [ PAMPER ] sender does receiver’s makeup [ LIFT ] sender picks up receiver [ READ ] sender reads aloud to receiver [ RECITE ] sender quotes a poem that reminds them of receiver [ TUCK ] receiver tucks sender into bed [ CREATE ] sender & receiver do something artistic together [ PAINT ] while painting a room, sender starts a paint fight with receiver [ COFFEE ] sender gives receiver a cup of coffee [ STEAL ] while sharing a meal, sender steals a bite of receiver’s food [ PORTRAIT ] sender does a photoshoot of receiver [ GIFT ] sender gives receiver a present (specify) [ GAZE ] sender & receiver stargaze [ WINDOW ] sender climbs through receiver’s window [ BRUSH ] sender brushes / styles receiver’s hair [ TILT ] sender uses two fingers to lift receiver’s chin to look them in the eye [ NUZZLE ] sender presses their face into receiver’s neck [ CARE ] sender nurses a sick / injured receiver

#( ask : memes )

[gunmetalgrey]

Crazy, Stupid, Love (2011) dir. Glenn Ficarra

#( dyn : unhinged and undone )