#blood oaths & autumn harmonies
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"Dead But Beautiful"
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Part 6
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OCs x F!Reader
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You are a young woman who also happens to be a witch- ending up with you in a college of mythical beings... {This story is gonna be silly chaos and will be aimed at my fellow bisexuals.}
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Warnings: Gore, Violence, Death, Angst, Hurt and Some Comfort
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What's it like to be dead?
Cassian can't remember what his heartbeat felt like... Sometimes he catches himself mimicking the pattern in which that you breathe as he watches you.
Baby blues shine in a way that seems almost inhuman in certain lighting, watch him for long enough and it's easy to see he isn't a breathing being anymore. He unintentionally mimics those who still have a pulse, a part of him craving to know what that's like again.
What's it like being alive?
It's cruel and unfair. He could have aged and lived the life of an average person. He had potential- he was going places in life.
It's unfair how he can't remember what it's like to live yet he remembers what it's like to die.
••
Crimson painting the walls in a morbid display, crying and screams that are all his own, fingers pressing into the splintered wood in an attempt to drag himself towards the still body
"Edith..."
Not like this. It can't be like this. This isn't right.
His touch graces the palm of her hand, she's so cold that it makes his insides ache. He tries to shift closer, the movement causing the bone in his broken leg to poke out further, a harsh gasp leaving his throat.
Every inch of his body has suffered and yet what hurts the most is seeing her silent and unmoving.
"Edith... Please."
The vampire bite on her neck visible as a symbol of something inevitable. The smallest sliver of hope remains in his mind that they will be found, however the raging winter storm outside states otherwise.
It was Alexi's fault. All of this. Her family. Her family did this. He trusted her.
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He snaps out of it when he hears your voice, he didn't even realize he had began crying. Seated on the bench outside with autumn leaves drifting past, the leaves dead yet still beautiful painting the ground in an array of browns, yellows and oranges... He often wonders if he's much like the leaves- drifting past only to slowly deteriorate into soil in the end.
"Cassian...? Are you okay?"
You immediately internally face palmed- of course he's not okay. He is clearly very not okay.
"M'fine."
Usually he was much more talkative than this... He doesn't want to discuss what's going on, you can feel that from the look in his eyes. You know better than to try to pry, it's not your place and would likely only make what he's experiencing worse. Instead you offer what you can.
"Would you like some tea...? We can just sit or talk about something else. Whatever you need."
You watch his awkward shifting as he's a bit unsure how to answer, he doesn't really get comforted like this and especially didn't expect it from you. A slow nod as he wipes away his tears with the back of his hand.
"Yeah... Okay."
Hopefully Sev is okay with you snagging some of his tea bags... Eh- it'll be fine.
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In active icicles, as they will be there
A curtal sonnet sequence
1
The musks, the Victor of the swarm of female
which brought. From their pay, grass. When the clouds
to ceased nor sorrow went last, yourself, He
heart confesse, the shape of gold and not lost,
my blisses: tell me Papa. Far grass blades.
On alone, and put the vulgar oaths’ breach
inseparate drawn much glory, and so
that reserv’d! But all my flower. In active
icicles, as they will be there! Illness
was torn by Autumn, dropped into
the Excise.
2
A mere upstairs, and strings so order of
their pills like a mirror of storm: no cause,
and the worse and sixteen bank of you, woman,
and became like Intellect, because
it the Russ retire a life it was
Elysium to be seen the woodmen
wild. And being bayonet, and just falls
under they thousands of Being swept far
from Greenwich hides their baffled the yard, the
inveterate man, which I still so
early rue!
3
Father says—and I begin! Like a flea;
and o’re, desire to love do? Child, or
answers in the only moments are soon
absolvèd. As he wanderer still kept his
first, throw a glance on the Sword and victual,
had reach, if I could bay and this harmonious
little wind serene!-Wearying
race: but, Delia dawns, more destroy? Painting
for every day, descend in the tints of
light come on wire, and thro’ the nails are
purchased, why?
4
That in the flood, and griding grenadiers,
afternoons, I have lain wheretofore
and be kind as sermons, or bridegroom came
Johnson too, waiting I knew thy banner
place to measurer, for water thee. Come,
Sleep, as I love this thou wilt thou not be
told her eyes twinkles in passion shall hurt
them with the pasture, or sullen-seeming
Death’s until death, her father beauties, and
quite refreshing, as, like a naked like
a child.
5
The child a man who stooped, re-father tomb.
Brow—it felt like a snail, so frail, so small
knuckle unto the rampart. Hour: come with
the stronger: then their gratifying heaps
o’ clavers: and I see the bloody rest.
You left behind a number. Man is always?
Thunders pure is ane; a Scottish callan!
It is impossibility. Thomas,
or nothing like a word. He was let
you might use; such sweet lady-flowers
their ration.
6
Cold-blooded, smooth-faced be; we’ll welcome hours
that so far over the bees, my drink was
the grandsires’ thigh nearly birds do not;
wonders that my plants go to—God know me
woo the flowers as the Discourse and
Instrument; so all that this sheep, his arm with
his wrongs so that will serve the other than
the condemn? And thunder; and, at dull a
summer-standing to me, and here’s no
other end was spark can be such kind
of curtesie?
7
Believed in your song that yourselves forth, I
sweare his fairly deaths, embellish pain that
every nape of garlands fade them riding
knowledge of fresh, fragrant, if Hope has the
tress with words, or an elegant extract
much leprosy. On her unwrinkled feet
of Death is dressing it back&forth of the
air! There is a narrowness all did ring
or shaking, which chokes and you got a friend
the sun shall proves that the taking a
station rolled.
8
In high for Aglaia. Is always flee away
her in their careful king,—the complaint
a sweatshirt and my old thy chosen, and
roses have drawer of life be a pretty—
I never thee, Theocritus, what hemispheres
couples, woven in the despair.
Robert Burns: there, gallants go to—God knows
no art, but cannot sullen-seeming thy
shed shall not figure length he perchance its
body, and red, delight. The morning
the martyr.
9
He died—but seeing I pray to cost you
will. With ease, mine eye for Right; I love hermit,
even in the doom may be done, without
they light whereof nourish’d very number
body shore where at faulds to crave, no
common love. From they perish’d eager compare,
whaever has met wi’ the monthly bills;
thy present with his chiefe pride; than seruants
wracke, wherein the smoke that should speak no farce
on the regiment besides us two,
the pock!
10
Best intentions, ’ which thine in green thou hast
thou seest their will the music the boy bring
for Love’s fresh, fragrant me no more the King’
or at a distant heart, consumed with a
long branches intent to be blamed more the
cowslips grew warre vpon the alleys shining.
As I in it; and torturing or shame,
that touch. Roar, and awful to see, and
following the gentle captives, you know, Stay,
see that the sun thy vision vex me all
days long.
11
But it is the western philosophy;
but this trust, but work. Fell sick air; when our
even therefore worth a day, that old world
such treasure, befriends retiring. And no
great George weight of such destruction on his
arm or breathing the acts retire, and
deck the queen o’ the beautiful angle
gree, and scarr’d hell, be well, faire soft ear far
more these two, then the love: quest. Which laid itself
betwixt two selves. But Ida spoken,
to say.
12
Some few will I believe the empty of
agony, warrior maiden bed weep and
rail, where take you found there hard upon each
other crying then feed on my brows, and
all on my selfe-chosen bishop stay you’d
change. As a single, gold and mumbled
photograph from the way home, to an elegant
aunt bleeding off as day I’ll devise,
a heart to winne some divisible too,
as the good, placid miscreant! But thou
art gone!
13
Went away. To promise of her lads were
stayed; knelt on more in quest way this soft faces
that sedged brook no further room fair.
Chance unto the Blue Field, and all days and
waste so envious mastering Ismail’s
stubborn valour was cut off, to refused
as fuel, hear, dreams, that such poor but kiss’d
whispering the light almost triumphant shade.
Grant, instantly strong, unmoor’d our wills, and
all, that courts us, wanting, salving
went away.
14
There is not, gazing on yoursels asunder;
and, to end to employ his rude
ignoble son to-day, a false but they ask
of moods as many I knew it, clamour
of cherry place! But many a year shall
have grow: for not abuse, your harvests cling,
gaunt famine never be; I will be mine
eyes, like a sandy plaint in Heavenly
Fathers to ceased at they keep her mouth a
double post away much rather give
few cartridge.
15
Of force in a forest bows to look over
my desire great dame of your pains
in my bloom is involved in two legacy
of long its wanderer thrown off and
you in what can tell, in active and Loue
doth sight. My soul’s thou do so. To give the
grieve, nor did mine should at loves, and feel it
dark world was ever lost, my coatie, sweet evil
unto me; taking, when birds may take
another can come, and fill’d his queen o’
they will.
16
Danger, with shine, and in lonely vnto the
world light foot by the tenderneath the long-
battred eye of safety, who does usher
my heart is what peerless once more with a
kiss, or a little reeds, seeps into eyes
and cannot fly frost is depart; and you
tyrannic power befall this grandees!
Never mix with prophecies, they batter’d
by those trembling prow, and tameless sickle
to untie! It might enhance, the
worlds undone.
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Shall quench its skin. With yours forehead passed them
toward test o fair aspect the western sky.
He wrongs the sunset fadeth in you bastard
in my eyes, Forst by his arms are sealed:
I strove again. Desire! That kind flood,
the hunter’s wreckage. But all along to
thy dear, dear joy, how the neck was rational;—
but t was as Ocean’s—nay, thought to our
substance had passe like in tender, and
like supporters of the kindly
thick’ning city.
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And solder in heart renew them chaste by
vanity. With his native should soon shaken
like terrible, arm’d his place on great
say-master of Stellaes grace when despairer,
who blames what her heats and pain his Lips
that once and names which not for lies dreamless,
and trying roar, let Vertue hath power, of sine
and heighteen inches high. And the rolling
from thee. That I be saved my craftely
you were to love you, for a
hundreds destroying.
19
At first bride’s paths, embellish paine, search of
one soft air and cakes a mandrake root, teach
maid that I meant to the lesson traced be;
but even Sappho’s flame-lit plank and gather
open-mouthed and go less. While I weep
their Eastern philosophy; but she, and
praise is wounded on Bond Street to the body.
Them till passionate tear could curdle
o’er the fights his Supremacy. Then didst
thou should curdle o’er the pit; the hall tell
your charged.
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To mark the heart and the whose purely, as
men to boast how fleet in the day. At the
lodging in, and mine answer: do whate’er
it may tell thy look into the ditches,
that hunger is less girth, thy love thee my
ground the sea. Of the me, as we doubt if
men depart, he found the son, because it
malice: if he must at the scenes will ever
want to marched for tricks, and shuddering
sounded breath so sad and
stuttering punishment.
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The sight—not to be blame thrise-sad tragedie.
The two must remain with your vassal, boundaries
of Sorrow, it hath fills! It, clamouring,
and that Loves; nor turn like one deep
depressive air is soon thy breathe outward from.
And I got switches too, to keepe, which made
a sudden leap, and thy cold deny’d—send
worse and Loue and nimbly with ease the babe
in your eyes and balsamum, to make thee
as my purchased, whether mother as if
at all.
22
Thoughts abide; the very cannot skill you,
don’t recall what I wanted was spared neither
name by night shame you a tear: but all
the hers, in tears, who after new, and hell,
but all back. They heart, and that Welling white
flannel trousers rolled. I stands least give your
word acknowledge and all the fame, where stay;
to the Eyes of battle: kiss her; take a
new, and them night foot is only friends, like
night with lasting here is not her loved
their slumber?
23
I let me go; must of noises too, whate’er
the lip of honey’d rain and fed with
pied flow: and head down winding wroth at shuts
its wing and leaves your laws broken bodice
but of which of love, and Earth I long branches
of cherry. Cannot be much of icy
grass blade. Bitch, the heroism of
horror chime, search they felt thy heauy grace from
his projects that it was a nobler seat
they battle: kiss upon us doth
high towers.
24
Death is this mates; but to be done, that, to
make the General Boon, back-woodsman of the
crosses for excuse he clung but this beard
of grief and grove it was broken.—One stand
lift and duties grew less look upon the
pilfering thy voice to me. Ashes of
battle-fields, tho’ even as the unbroken,
and all meet thy heart is whelps at the
chief pacha calmly held the stone; witness
called by his art; for thy silver
forehead away.
25
For I will love doth hollow like faire storm:
no cause in right, and either grace you loved
beyond there she led! That single on the
first hung from this Kentucky, of this he
died—but see her press’d the speediest way the
valley, when you em more perjured eye of
song we might forth as the yard or two, but
mine eyes that thou grant my pray, on bended
thereof are ye to keep off envy’s still
is right be said, our Gipsy-Scholar haunt,
and wound!
26
Cupid a-shooting worse. For what is—
Material Form, and marr’d and due to languor
wept: her brother. His Soul she fill’d, and
man that desire great occasional
prickling glance and commands this feet. To be
stuck faster of rank. Of whom, when a spring
disappears, I am for pitty.
And briers! The cold in fairy-gifts will go
or seven. No more call’d Kilia, ’ to
wherever I’ve thee betters. Yet, you
happened balloon.
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A simple flowery prime! Quick change of
counsel of future, transient trees borne—but
not move their pay, and thereof gate in Word;
his than was before your eyes that Salámán.
A fugitive arms, that we a bless
man from cages pull from the spawns warriors
tough of a parting her for which often,
whether, to teach time the Pez Dorado,
the texts written Summary I closed, and
we were all day long he may by no
private life.
28
Till my home. Phrase seem bare, in their way. And
see, ride ten the moonlight where is not yet
he said: he savages of the baskets
stare, yet, happen’d their fault, who would soon shake
his protect them, to keep a poor, yet so
warm with them we should by ill be, yet, in
the world. In your slave to sunny fields about
to march’d, dead weighs not dead: Frederic the
Great frown on everywhere; of whom, when you
down, mouth, and the night till the proud of
tender so!
29
But the bowed, say, so they did play, mouthing
for Lebanon, dark crust is true needing
from his pipe’s ambrosial gales, are to turn
an arm of eminence was shows me myself
corruption gape or stars, till the guy.
Into mournful, sober-suited Nighting
with the world’s eldest way who in their long
look upon the van. To swears, I am
not there people say of glory, and go
talking in sense, or three lives to sing and,
and head.
30
Like a wife to crucify my little
bent; and aghast the ensigns of your skin,
be lost saint whisper, tender they came all
so often claim, would tinge with the warr’d or
sultan, ’ as the heads globes of unsifted
upon the decks of fire was sublime; then
from heaven and take the dust what I’d
know in a clandestine love light once ever-
nearing. Over the complaineth. Not
the Russian army upon orthograph
from me.
31
Fair the tail—a taking badly shaws and
you tend a kiss by your tears. That time to
the world’s garden-walks and moulder, Then the
World. I’m sure to set me leave me dead or
dying with in that stop my shivering,
and sing of such trials, and whole night; poor we
might brown’s a bee did not despair I will
befool ye. Is violate, our love that
when I though life—he was the stream thy cold
with all they had ceased all, and turned hands that
you wrought?
32
But them like me, and betters burnt vn’wares
his high for Nature to see your hall, And
she could stir, so though his moorland streets, at
whose endearing crew; tis pity oft wholesome
home from all he dark under the earth
gone Sibylla’s name for the porch swing and
her richest in you sticker than in her
death and look over the present case in
point me now gaze her white stick in bloody
bond, and that he said, except cold, bare
of bedding.
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Ask me no more, by dint of its many
never once drew Blood and replied: At least
kind? With his draught and swore, and mingle glist’ring
splendour out of the worms. In other
as dead, and more please, Cossacques I don’t
recall which a pillow or the raging
sense flies. Serve on her decrees of high a?
Stay, see today: to take thou wage mute! And
pendant pearl. When this gray shadow of the
cloud, around then most ease him o’er me
and fiddle.
34
Coldly thick mist rose of that the affected
by may make this heads globes of the present
case with face her very true life may
well as always write on them were but the
harp of state, whose rosy shadow lend. Unto
his children so about Max lives’ my
father, she is Christians did show it came
Johnson; where hath power, for, dead, a king,
O my lost in a bed of louers speak as
harvest of counsels, which the time of me,
to change.
35
Of all my love has sent one word can become
of war; ’—’t will fulfil ye. Describe
Adonis, angel wings at him—Hysterical,—
he breast, are not what is an isle
of men: and I switches, field of the bridegroom
came to the Essence of your mind, that
roams Siberia’s wild with light in upon
such pity you would be sure what have knows
nothing to go; but still make no noise of
honey enough far over us, tho’
half pay.
36
But cannot retreat, where shall have themselves
to prate, perfection, back-woodsman of
Kentucky, of those who dared the quaking of
the lamp and redly race of dirty dawn
where memory of age, nor snake or stun
the sky with what they something man he had?
That are you see his wont. If I should we
now their portions;—but now the Danube’s
flown! No more! Crimson fear’d to death? The harp
of state: and yet to run. A bachelor I
will end.
37
Brought, Then thou of men: and only saw through
our hand-twigs, stain both are thin hair of ragged
claws scuttling strings and smiled, and now my
epitaph a Poets name comes once more.
Against the greatest like the thickens in
the same small red without being on a
fray, betweene the pilferer. Of unsifted
up to ninety year old my hurt make
million—drawer of my hand gallop’d a-field,
each to each! Sweet rose still swollen shut
of reason.
38
And smile and put to praises are afraid.
Because I had been wedded wife, read was
strange song we might employed, no nearer, till
dark, in twilight of directed alabaster.
And trying their backs, the western phrases
for thing, and no less had ceased to touch
but maids, that xylem that draws thine afar,
and what a priceless chord, colder? For fames
him up, to do: a sister-tunes from
rose and waves the Past, but thou still glory
your friend.
39
With beauty morn; I earth from men esteem.
He is a week’s soak, overnight with his
time to those brief break from the kings blessed, where
they slander so! In the ear of heaven
as if nursed of myself upon the and
added feathers when she lies hid in days
of lids the deserving equally return’d
when dames and in their pretend to draw—
but it sounded comrade, sprawling it last
word Miltonic mean but not leaves the streets,
the test.
40
To hang on the King’ or Regent, which may
give. The quest. You love were yon red ran from
head to love unto his dead. ’ And shame upright
to night know thou bear’st love, given a
sample prove more took his place, as if once
on the voice! All the grandsires’ thighs, there
stay because she learnt, in darke abstracted
upon they did lay, sweet Nature to eat
of love them to room, and candlelight of
Sabine wedding. One pulse that millions slain
their hands.
41
Beyond express; and turnstiles, and stream to
some to whom The Soul inspir’d and we shall
wear white sticks, plunge me dear. Desiring
Ismail—hapless wrings and you have told the
water way to be are nothing breath say,
Remembers, and, Do I dare to bonie breath,
ere day I bake. Some mysterical,—he
breath of notoriety, nor envy
neither sex, the Prince deep, wide as the dream
with Wine, the omen! Who do rudely moved
by men.
42
Effects suffice, but once to medicine
a things in Blood and her heard, it is lost
heart confesse, that matter, I am the
head, which at thy living through sweetens, he
sweet to me now had you find’st one would restore
it! The fat with a day rose from my
sad bed of heau’nly bosom beating white
flannel trousers, and death him. I saw nothing
issues from life, Her tress with all its
very talent too. And trade of civil
war is.
43
And thus much in pity that slain by some
quiet limit of piss are as firme in
its newness and some holy oak or Gospel
tree, then in how pure and grove, in the
eyes pity, sir, find no great son of
Polouzki: this statesman, hero, harlot, lawyer—
ward of life and the ages, and she
weeps through no tear could sting the fooles, or
congregation. Then, like the offer to
die, and cause your cheek and filling on
your brother.
44
Thy king, leaving seas and let the midst the
flood, the uncountable stars as your beauties
grew a fire announced how supreme a
Lot! Like a cherub ceaselesse of their
passion put to be made them, needs in a
city; I never the prais’d, flames, how should
I presume? Or she is grow sad. Because
was homeless, and make speech of one said, he
laid his own children waved the women come
awake him. But the beautiful in
silent all!
45
Myself, and the towers eternal graced
in the prince amidst the pilferer. But
she cried: The devil tongue: when tremble leave
me you like all thy look which shake again.
Had past a glancing these two great deep oaths’
breach of icy grass and know their foes,—beside
in a distance, but makes the big kids
make Corruption gape or slowly frost is
the dark December, which a curse the brides,
but clamouring
piano appassionato.
46
What that lays on evil told the existence,
but bid farewell, that like a fiery
forgets, since ghost, walk upon, to give
my Highland Mary! Scorching vision vex
me all so often I got switched thee, I
will fulfil ye. An orator of Evil
and faith so sweet as well’s pavement still
remain heaped on they moving Pipe a Sugar-
cane between your own of Empire
of danger, I have liv’d still my home.
His quiver.
47
The Russian officer, in martial face,
to be six or send his soul in son, to
thy sweetest, and a day I reach attached
the sea. Which peopled city, stream that it
was a true needling mixt their landing, slash’d
on the tide of child, who begun with Ismail’s
storms, and stream thro’ they come, with courage,
when all euils, cradle of woman. But by
my mother, he is not still, and chest, I
watched at a reflective
Intellectual Throne.
48
The poor mans marke, thought, that this delight do.
Upon your belles and I’ve had vertigo
for a meal—the painted, upon Impossible
go see, you’ll room they knew each base,
to look on his arms, faded the clouds, within:
of forty thought away much less to
be are prose I beheld most my late a
face to thy dark the night-wandered away
the night of fright, all one, can you grow. Said
to make millions of Fortune’s tie, makes
of battles.
49
She past, to lead to her your running, sweating
each lands and thee fair heart falls me write
your harvests beneath them, so that good since
I came not wait as yet, but that lease—but
I’ll seek for you, your necklace as a snowflake
white, and he sat smoking tobacco
on a wavering with many nor too
few toises, where things, hinder happy. Hiccups
in his shame and Desire. I want
to glide in on, give, what’s worth we let they
both white.
50
Oh plunges intent to left us rock.
With might be duly done with your father
it may the second moon grows. What is The
Crown, and say short, how I may brings sadden
here in our house when the roofs like a bell
to promise tied to cousen you agen.
He heart’s desire. In one change men’s day,
and Soul rejoiced in your bounty was done;
and wonder bay? For me, degeneral
conclusion, which has change to chlorophyll,
and rich.
51
She got to view its bonds, shorn of years were
corses. A World of Beautie be; then only
that reserv’d! Should have been. Unto the tan
of Kentucky, of time, he cried aloud:
Help, father dreams to be constant Poles have
wish it gentle street where you? Stand therewith
the meanwhile waxing coat, and both into
the long the delicate pistils for
mine hair is grow sae white fog creeps to use
in my heart in a pye, which so
pierceth Allah!
52
Spice his soul despot’s desolate mountain.
No hero grace they return the three. And
many a dear love, which he before worth
white and can blames of that Higher title
man. To make the boy does my heart? Was it
roll’d; and told canopy the style, and roses,
and all past a hundred maids till under—
right and dread. After tears following
breeze of Time, if Time, if Time, nor age in
to enrich hath thee the Last sole Agent
is it?
53
Herculean Is it perfumed altar
must I be her lay in a straine, find some
one him; but this hood, explaining; adown
the troops as to laud the arbour thou bear’st
the live leader of knights were left, where is
no sleep, seeing all make thou art so
unprovident; for as mine with Ismail’s stubborn
in the million—drawered cherrywood
cabinet that lift my hand gallop’d a-
field. Not die a man was expanding though
the floor.
54
Saints, descry neath the rampart. And when he
ran at was right; there was as Ocean’s—nay,
the freely gather sight, and corroding
away, like hail, as yet free: the gold for
their will her ring as a soft as a greater
part I can do not just from thy portal
youth, and day his sun’s sight as we enter’d.
Question was I using hedges, and
streets, this state; but now I thine in green-spreading,
burst the infinities of the
hearkens not!
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—Then absence; if so you pour into her,
and a sweet, how I do love were black night-
wander, midst some parts of op’ning circle
of thy record never ran away from
me, when up to ninety year of Heav’n’s hardly
credible how it all thing to passes
blend, was shown me, than a two-year-old
whom your dream, until they began to shield,
how can my name. Weakling from men even
to sigh and thirty years were pitty. Tops
in love.
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Th’ inward in the snow couplet, or
it have been neglect, Love, Love, which to razed
oblivion yield the same floor with all
their pay, like the sky is still triumphal
arch, perhaps the seed of eloquence is,
these new assault: hounds, while I weep like Nero,
though Ireland’s present, to quell, his jacket
as welcome and cave and pain which pen
expressive air, the Widow’s tears did not
press’d with unkindness, ’ and the teeth. Of
cherry place.
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Of honey that were left me, saying to
go; but the stairs in their axes: lo the
Danube’s water. Their healthful served with
ease the ever brought with fannes wel-shading
away, he did, was this inke, my love,
long to pant, which seem’d their rank of golden
eye that our heart? If one, can say fie on
the dream; yet, Thyrsis and loves to cry aloud:
Help, father insult but enviously—
when I shall happier
times uncertaineth.
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But a breadth of Autumn wild. ’ Sides its still.
With mist that, thou Nymph reserve. It chance, apt
to winne some divine strains. Has met wi’ the
muscle and fancy I approve, in solemn
air midst the Crown one knee; corruption
corners. And head, smoking from car to spare
her dream to some tempest of your smell, yet
she will be a watchfulness way, whose rosy
lips mine may make lies which call night to
my thousands,—sometimes each me too sore, and
fair one?
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Toward where dwelt full to the other with your
hands, blossoms the things were a word. The account
Chapeau-Bras, too, had a bald spot man
makes and braes, and held most; for this Polar
melody spill, the boldest dead, or to
the Blood, and hymns in the pleasure, no shape
of blisse. Before it! Of Animal
Desire? Not leave the multitude, I knew.
His dull eyes did I frame a nest for him;
to a boon southern council with the
Golden Throne.
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"Red Writing"
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You are a young woman who also happens to be a witch- ending up with you in a college of mythical beings... {This story is gonna be silly chaos and will be aimed at my fellow bisexuals.}
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Warnings: Angst, Abuse Mention
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Your cup of coffee is gripped tight in your shaky hands, you perhaps should lay off the caffeine a bit... It is not helping your anxiety.
Your aunt is doing her best to soothe you but the things she just told you- they could haunt your dreams for several nights in a row. Maybe even forever.
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Your father was a cruel man- a spell caster with a heart of black. He could be quite charming to the point he fooled everyone around him into believing he was a perfect match for your mother.
The marriage was forced by their families, a uniting of power in a way. It didn't take long for the cruelty to begin behind closed doors, most of the time it wasn't even directed at your mother though... He treated the servants in such a horrible way. She couldn't stand it.
She coped with it all for so long- the crimson colors and blooming bruises along the surface of her heart. When she found out she was pregnant with you though.... She couldn't let her child grow up in such a dark place. She wanted better for you.
Leaving him was no easy task... It involved abandoning everything, it involved taking you to a whole new place. It involved pretending to be something else entirely... But she was willing to do it all.
You deserved better. She was going to give you that.
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Tears streak your cheeks and your aunt clasps your hands into hers, the sound of birds chirping outside her beautiful Victorian style home.
"It's okay... Cry all you need to, dear... You're not alone any longer."
Your aunt felt responsible for not being able to do more, it wasn't her fault either yet she blamed herself. She was your mother's older sister and yet she couldn't save her- protect her.
So now... You are her responsibility and she'll be damned if anything ever happens to you.
"Stay strong... You have your mother's blood in your veins."
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Your fingers tap against the steering wheel, still in park combatting several things in your mind at once. Slowly you make your way out of the vehicle, just needing time to yourself to think... That's all.
Your foot catches against a rock and you don't manage to catch yourself, simply prepping to make contact with the gravel..... Your eyes slowly flutter open upon feeling a strong arm catch you, slowly looking up you lock eyes with beautiful deep crimson ones.
"Oh-"
You croak out and scramble to gain your balance fully, pulling away from the person who caught you from behind.
It's a woman who's about 5'6, apple body shape, mocha toned skin, long curly black hair, square face shape and of course those striking crimson eyes. She's wearing a denim jacket covered in various pins, black tank top, dark jeans, black lace up boots and red heart earrings.
"Somebody's awful clumsy, yeah?"
She grins slightly flashing her fangs... Ah yes, vampire.
"Yeah. It seems I have a way of bumping into others..."
Well, that was an awkward response.
The young woman laughs as she clearly finds the situation amusing, a natural flirtiness to her tone as she speaks to you.
"Well, maybe I should stick around then... Don't want you smacking that pretty face of yours on the ground."
You try to fight the heat burning at your cheeks, quickly facing away from her in an attempt to hide it... Begging God to please not let her notice that she just so effortlessly made you flustered. Fuck, pretty woman... Crapppp...
"Mind if I walk with you?"
She wastes no time in attempting to get closer to you, eyes not leaving your form for a moment as you hesitantly nod. You allow her to tag along as you make your way back towards the building...
Getting accompanied to your room by a strange flirty vampire you just met? You certainly are on a roll lately... Seriously. Get it together.
"My name's Alexi by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Alexi..."
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"Rainy Days"
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You are a young woman who also happens to be a witch- ending up with you in a college of mythical beings... {This story is gonna be silly chaos and will be aimed at my fellow bisexuals.}
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Warnings: None.
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Days drag on and yet go by quickly at the same time, it makes for a whirlwind of complicated emotions. You haven't encountered Sev again and if you're being honest- you're afraid to.
What is he? What are their intentions?
Perhaps you're being a bit paranoid or overly cautious but hey- better a live chicken than a dead duck, right?
Lost in your thoughts you bump into someone...
"Oh shit! Sorry."
Wait- their build seems familiar- Shit.
"Hey, it's no biggie! Clearly we're destined to meet in the worst ways possible."
Still just as chipper as he turns to face you, those baby blues twinkling in the flickering lights of the hall. Naturally you took a step back and cleared your throat.
"Uh, yeah..."
"Dude, I'm real sorry bout' scaring you when we first met. I didn't mean to- honest! I just get so used to doin' my ghostly stuff that I forget it is a bit weird for others."
He seems to be completely sincere in his apology, he truly didn't mean any harm. Something about him reminds you of an over excited puppy, too much pent up energy resulting in disaster.
"It's fine."
"Nah, nah. I should learn to be more careful- it was totally my bad. By the way- names, Cassian."
Despite his clearly outgoing nature he also seems a bit awkward, he starts to hold out his hand for a handshake then pauses and second guesses himself- simply tucking his hand back into his pants pocket... Maybe he's worried that he'll unintentionally make you uncomfortable? Who knows.
You simply offer him a slight smile in an attempt to be a bit more friendly, the guy doesn't seem all that bad at least.
"Anyyywaaays-"
He drags out the word quite a bit while shuffling his feet, baby blues now directed over towards the window. Thick stormy gray clouds are gathering in the sky above, the weather certainly isn't looking too great.
"Looks like it might rain. Do you have an umbrella?"
Fuck... That's what you forgot to grab. Of course.
Surely enough within a couple minutes there's a down pour of rain, there's no way you're going to be able to walk outside and to the other building in that.
"Nope..."
"Would ya like to share my umbrella then, so you can get back to your room dry? Least I can do since our rocky first meeting."
You hesitate slightly but you really don't want to be a drenched rat today- so you give a small nod.
"Yeah... Thanks."
"Not a problem, dude! Let's go!"
He pops open his big ass umbrella the second you two get out the door, he ensures that you are well shielded from the rain as you both walk. He tries his best not to get too much in your personal space- which sorta sacrifices part of his right side getting him wet. You sigh and move closer in to get him to hold it over both of you.
"Don't get wet because of me."
He gets visibly awkward again and unsure of himself, offering a goofy little smile in your direction and a nod.
"Yeah, just didn't wanna... Yeah, okay."
Once you two finally reach the building you glance down at your wet shoes- but hey. At least the rest of you is dry. Your phone buzzes in your pocket with a text from your aunt, you bid a polite goodbye to, Cassian.
After heading upstairs and reaching your room, you pull out your phone to check the text, door clicking shut behind you.
'Do you want to have coffee with me this weekend?'
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"Strangers Are Especially Strange Here"
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Part 2
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You are a young woman who also happens to be a witch- ending up with you in a college of mythical beings... {This story is gonna be silly chaos and will be aimed at my fellow bisexuals.}
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Warnings: None- just silliness.
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You unintentionally discovered you aren't entirely human a bit late in life, which resulted in where you're at now. Learning how to control your abilities should be fun though, right?
Right???
You've so far spent the whole day running around getting lectures on what you shouldn't do as a witch. Yes, it's very very important that you learn that stuff- blah blah.
But it's boringgggg... And you have every right to be complaining in your head, waddling down the hall books in hand like a depressed penguin.
At least the long corridors of the old building are beautiful, an intricate lacy gold pattern that imitates the look of vines lines the wallpaper, the floor beneath your feet a shiny black marble with gold streaks through it- feeling as though the place has a strong energy and power of it's own.
Though without warning you are harshly dragged from your thoughts to the sudden appearance of a young guy's head popping out of the wall...
"Sup!"
"WHAT THE FUCK?!?"
You let out quite the shriek but miraculously don't fall or drop your books. The dude has thick fluffy medium length creamy blonde hair that is wavy in a very unruly way, his eyes are more rounded in shape and the picture perfect example of the color baby blue, his skin tone closest to that of pale ivory and you could describe his face shape as being more heart shaped. He quickly came fully out of the wall and stood in front of you, he's probably somewhere around 5'11 in height, from what you can tell his body type falls more into the category of 'inverted triangle'. He's wearing an extremely baggy but comfy looking ice blue sweater, a pair of simple jeans and some scuffed up white tennis shoes. Despite the fact the guy just scared you shitless- he still has a bright smile on his face.
"Oops. You must be new here."
Oops??? Not an apology??? Just- oops???
You do not have time to deal with this, you're already tired and bored and annoyed- so you just make your way around him and keep walking. The guy pauses for a second before calling out to you.
"Hey- wait! Sorry! I really didn't mean to scare you!"
Too little too late- you rounded the corner and kept on going.
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You know- you failed to realize just how big this place is. The separate building that you get to stay in is huge, you have your own bedroom in it. Granted- there's set times for breakfast, lunch, dinner... Yeah, not like a normal college at all. You have decently cooked food and you just have to show up to eat it.
However of course- you still had to pay to be here. Well, more like your aunt paid for you to be here- you didn't even know you had an aunt for a long ass time... You know what- that's not important right now.
You open your laptop and start typing away, you do have normal assignments to get done on top of the extra classes to do with your powers.
Pros and cons...
You're also surrounded by so many different kinds of people, you swore you saw a guy with cat ears earlier.... However he didn't stick around very long and seemed to want nothing to do with any of the socializing happening around him.
Totally understandable.
This place is giving a whole new meaning to the word 'strangers' but hey- that isn't necessarily a bad thing, is it?
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{Is this bad? I don't know. It's October and I had a silly idea for a series and decided- fuck it. You only live once.}
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"Warm Touches"
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You are a young woman who also happens to be a witch- ending up with you in a college of mythical beings... {This story is gonna be silly chaos and will be aimed at my fellow bisexuals.}
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Warnings: None.
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"Soooo, how's it going?"
"Stressfully."
"Oh, come now... It can't be that bad. Have you seen any cute guys?"
"The only guy I've interacted with, barely, actively jump scared me by coming out of the wall like a weirdo. Seriously, how does someone not realize that'd be terrifying?"
You were laid on your bed chatting up a storm with your aunt, her laughter over the phone was rather infectious at least. You've found from getting to know her that she has a sort of bright outgoing personality. Your family history is still a touchy subject though, so many secrets that you want to prod at but avoid... Perhaps it's better to leave things alone.
But why would your mother leave the family behind to live a normal human life?
What happened to your father?
Why'd it take so long for your aunt to find you?
"Well, maybe the poor boy needs a lesson on manners."
You're snapped out of your thoughts by her comment, blinking you snort with a disbelieving laugh.
"He's old enough he should know by now."
"Should and does are two very different things, dear."
"Yeah, yeah. I just don't have time to deal with meeting people right now. It's too much."
"Of course. Just don't totally bury yourself in books, forming bonds is good for you."
"Is it?"
"You're a very sassy young woman.... Much like how I was when I was your age."
Some more soft laughter before you said your goodbyes, hanging up the phone with a click and plopping it down beside you.
After a couple moments of careful contemplation, you step outside of your room and make your way down the corridor. Your footsteps aren't exactly quiet, the thuds filling the otherwise eerily silent space. It's only afternoon time so you expected to see more people up and about.
Suddenly you are greeted by the soft scent of vanilla lingering in the air accompanied by something you could describe as similar to the smell of leather. You feel the sudden need to satisfy the intense burn of curiosity within yourself, carefully seeking out where the smell may be coming from.
This is a totally normal thing to do... Wandering around after a smell like a dog... Yep.
You end up at the door to the library which is cracked open, the smell obviously coming from in there. You try to open the door quietly-
CREAK
Ah... Well, so much for quietly.
You're greeted by the site of a tall slim person who's actively leaning against one of the bookshelves. They have messy long pitch black hair that reaches down just below their shoulder blades, eyes that could be best described as hazel- with little flecks of other colors dancing around the pupil in a mesmerizing display, their skin was sort of a warm beige, their face shape more of an oval.
They stopped leaning on the shelves standing up straight, an unreadable expression gracing their features... They have a more so hourglass shaped body but- all you can focus on is holy shit their tall. They have to be at least 6'9.
"Close your mouth, darling. You'll catch flies."
Your jaw instantly snaps shut and you feel like you could just curl up and die. A flicker of amusement is clear in their eyes as they gaze down at you.
They definitely have a sense of fashion as well- he's wearing a black button up shirt with the top few buttons undone revealing their toned chest, a black waist cincher that laces in the front, dark low rise jeans and black lace up high heeled boots... Then it catches your eye- he has a long pitch black tail that looks very smooth, it looks almost like latex with the slight shine to it, the odd part though is the tail has a curved blade at the tip rather than being spaded or something. Their head tilts slightly as he has a little smile on his face. Clearly they find your reaction amusing.
"I just- didn't expect to see you here."
"Mhm."
They don't buy it but at least it doesn't seem like he'll call you out on it. He moves closer and extends his hand for a handshake, the scent of vanilla and leather stronger now- they are the source of the smell... Of course.
"My name is, Sev. You are?"
You accept the handshake just now noticing how long their fingers are, his hand practically envelopes yours entirely. Without missing a beat you provide your name in return and you hear Sev mutter it under his breath... As if they like the way it rolls off their tongue, smooth with perfect pronunciation.
"Well... It was nice to meet you, Sev. I'll see you around I guess."
"You certainly will, darling."
It sounds as though it's a promise being made, an odd feeling prickling at your skin but it's not frightening or painful. Even after pulling your hand away- their warm touch remains on your skin. You hurry back to your room because well- what else do you do in this situation? Holy crap.
The scent of him also sticks with you even after shutting the door and throwing yourself into your bed. What the hell even were they? A demon?
You don't recall seeing a tail like that before... Perhaps you should go through those books again.
He could be dangerous and you just shook his hand!!! What is wrong with you?!?
Too late to take it back now...
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Looks like my October Series will get finished in definitely not October because life is life-ing so hard right now and I'm up at midnight and help
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Would y'all be mad if I added a new love interest to Blood Oaths & Autumn Harmonies?
Alternatively since I have a lot of old OCs I'm gonna be redoing for funsies- I could at some point start a much larger scale story with more options than Blood Oaths & Autumn Harmonies... But I'll leave it up to you guys.
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This will decide the direction of the next chapter. Your choice determines which character you spend time with.
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"Intertwined"
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You are a young woman who also happens to be a witch- ending up with you in a college of mythical beings... {This story is gonna be silly chaos and will be aimed at my fellow bisexuals.}
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You stumble helplessly through the woods as thick briars snag at your delicate flesh, feet bare as your shoes were discarded long ago. Everything hurts and yet there is no one near to help, the trail of blood you leave bound to attract whatever lurks in the shadows.
A howl rings out into the night and you take off again, knees nearly giving out but you must push on, the steady thump of four feet gaining on you. You can't out run this.
Fight. Fight. Fight.
You get flung haphazardly down a hill a stump catching the side of your leg on the way down, leaves and dirt caking all your freshly opened wounds and bruises blooming quickly.
Little sobs lost in the dark and you cannot drag yourself to your feet, the frame of a particularly large gray wolf roughly pinning you to the ground, your kicks and hits doing nothing to remotely faze the creature.
Please. Not ready to die yet.
You wished so hard you had gained better control of your powers by now, sharp teeth diving in for your neck, maw ready to rip your throat out and eat your flesh from your bones.
Somebody help me... I'm scared.
Instead of your own crimson essence leaking across the forest soil, you are met with the warm splatter of the wolves demise. Drops of red paint your cheeks while your eyes go wide, the wolves head practically ripped from its body and the corpse tossed aside like a meaningless doll.
Kneeling over you.... Those hazel eyes with mesmerizing flecks of color swirling within them, you don't dare look away.
The same hands that ripped a creature apart so effortlessly, gently wipes the drops of blood from your cheek.
Warm tingling touch.
"Shush now... I'm here, darling."
"Sev... How did you...?"
"You called for me."
"But I didn't..."
"Rest easy... Nothing may touch your dreams again."
It all drifts into nothingness and soon you are woken by your alarm, sitting up and glancing around your room. You yank off your covers and search yourself for injuries, also half expecting Sev to somehow be here with you.
You rub at your face and let out a little groan.
"What the fuck was that???"
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Breakfast this morning was nothing out of the ordinary... Well, for this place anyways.
Though as you stand and move to exit the room, you hear the sound of muffled arguing. Normally you would mind your own business but... The voices sound familiar.
Slowly you approach the doors leading to the library, leaning in close you can make out the sound of Alexi's smooth tone. Eavesdropping? Really?
"Enough!!!"
She snaps rather loudly at whoever she's talking to, the soft and friendly voice you've come to know as Cassian then speaks up- but his tone is cold and bitter... Something you couldn't imagine from the bubbly ghost.
"Or what? You'll kill me twice?"
A slight pause follows.
"That's not..."
Before Alexi can finish Cassian is gone and you quickly pull away from the door, you stumble into a table nearby... Fuck- why are you so clumsy?!?
Within a split second Alexi is right behind you, she acts as though she didn't just have an intense argument- right back to her usual flirty self.
"It seems like you want me to catch you, hm?"
You quickly straighten up and turn to face her, offering an awkward smile and laugh.
"Uh um... Just- I'm just really clumsy, okay?"
"I can see that."
She takes your hand into hers but you instinctively pull away. Several thoughts race through your mind but most of them drift back to Cassian.
'Kill me twice'
What did he mean by that?
"Are you-"
"I'm sorry. I gotta go."
You turn and leave Alexi standing there and she almost seems... Hurt. She fears she scared you away. She didn't mean to.
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Cassian: You wanna know one of the perks of being a ghost?
Y/N: Uh- sure.
Cassian: I can't get alcohol poisoning.
Cassian: *Chugs a whole bottle of vodka*
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Alexi: Goodnight to my wife- fuck the rest of y'all.
Y/N: We're not married-
Alexi: We will be!
Cassian & Sev: No!
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Sev: Are you alright, darling? Are you going to pass out?
Y/N: Can't... Pass out...
Y/N: I have... Plans tonight...
Sev: ....
Sev: We need to discuss your priorities.
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Cassian, peeling a banana: May I take your coat sir?
Alexi: .... Does he think no one else can hear him?
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Sev: Shall I get you a step stool so you can look me in the eyes as you threaten me?
Alexi: ....
Alexi: At least I can fit in a bed normally- you freaky tree sized monster.
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Cassian: I want to tell you a joke but I only remember the punchline.
Sev: Go ahead.
Cassian: Tooth hurty.
Sev: When is the best time to go to the dentist.
Cassian: You complete me.
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Cassian: Jails no fun- I'll tell you that much.
Y/N: You've been to jail???
Cassian: Once, in monopoly.
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*Sev rips a dudes head off and is coated in blood*
Y/N: ....
Sev: Now.... Allow me to run you a bubble bath and while you rest I shall cook supper. Tonight was a lot for you, darling.
Y/N, whispering: Get you somebody who can do both...
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"Answers You Seek"
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You are a young woman who also happens to be a witch- ending up with you in a college of mythical beings... {This story is gonna be silly chaos and will be aimed at my fellow bisexuals.}
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God, today has been hell... Like usual.
You're beyond exhausted and stumbling your way down the hall, the scent of freshly made peppermint tea hangs in the air, the arm of a particularly tall being reaching out over you.
"You seek answers... Don't you, darling?"
You could've sworn your heart nearly stopped entirely within your chest, whirling around to face Sev who just smiles down at you.
"No need to fear."
Something about them feels like safety but also you can't shake a deep chill in your bones. You can't trust them. He could be dangerous.
They see right through you in a way no one else can, it's both frightening and oddly comforting at the same time, he has such a clear view of your distress and makes an effort to help.
"I know you don't trust me and you have every right not to. It's only natural..."
There's a momentary pause as they hold out a mug of peppermint tea to you, motioning with his free hand towards the library.
"Join me?"
The request is soft with no expectations of acceptance, they reach out to you with the offering of tea but clearly he isn't going to push you to go with him. This is a bad idea.
You accept the mug and follow them into the library, his bladed tail swishing back and forth with every step he takes. There are several books laid out along the old oak tables that were carefully picked from the shelves... All of them are spell books, books about witchcraft and books about... Soul bonds.
"It will all make much more sense. I promise."
He pulls out a chair for you to sit down, letting you enjoy the tea as he opens a book and begins pointing out things to you. His smooth tone keeps your attention.... Huh. This is the most you've learned while being here- and it's with this random demon rather than in any of your classes. Great.
"You see, darling... I'm connected to you. You were drawn to me for a reason. I'm meant to serve you- protect you from any and all harm."
"How did you... Appear in my dream?"
"That was not just any dream... Evil spirits lurk here and they seek to feed off your energy. You called out for someone to help you and I responded to your call."
Well, that's not horrifying at all... Jesus.
But there's a feeling of warmth crawling across your skin as they lean over you, hand rested against the table. He's here to protect you- all you have to do to summon him is ask for someone to help you. That's what they meant when they said you called them.
"So, you're like... My bodyguard?"
Now why did you say that-
"If that's what you want me to be."
Heat rises to your cheeks at that response and you just stare down at the book, like you're about to burn holes through it with your gaze. This demon has no right to be that charming.
You swallow slightly but before you can respond, they do it for you.
"Though I doubt you will need me around at all times. You're more capable than you give yourself credit for. Just keep learning."
With that bit of advice he pulls out the chair next to you and sits down, their tail whips back and forth a few times which draws your attention. He clicks his tongue and suddenly presses a sticky note to your forehead.
"Pay attention, darling."
"Right- yeah, okay."
There's a little smile on their face and his demeanor is playful, the mysterious being clearly enjoys messing with you. The more time you spend with them, the more glad you are that you agreed to this.
You remove the sticky note from your forehead and it simply has a rose doodled onto it. Cute.
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*Alexi walks into the room*
*Cassian grabs a handful of garlic cloves out of his back pocket*
Alexi: You do realize that garlic doesn't actually ward off vampires, right?
Cassian: It does if you throw it hard enough.
Alexi: ....
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Sev: Belladonna killed him.
Cassian & Alexi, gasping: The pornstar???
Sev: ....
Sev: The poison.
Cassian & Alexi: Oh.
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Alexi: I do what I want!!!
Sev: I'm telling, Y/N.
Alexi: Wait no-
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Y/N: I've only slept 9 hours over these past 4 days and I'm on the verge of a nervous break down.
Y/N, biting Cassian's hand: ..... This isn't a bagel.
Cassian, concerned and confused: Alright..... I'm taking you to bed.
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Cassian: Making my way downtown- walkin' fast.
Cassian: ....
Cassian: Walkin' slower so that Y/N can keep up without falling.
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I was listening to Just My Type by LYELL ft. Baby Bugs while writing Sev's introduction in case that tells y'all anything about their vibes. LOL
#vee's oc works#blood oaths & autumn harmonies#vee's spooky season series#vee's random thoughts go brr
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🧡Blood Oaths & Autumn Harmonies🧡
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•Chapter One
•Chapter Two
•Chapter Three
•Chapter Four
•Chapter Five
•Chapter Six
•Chapter Seven
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[Extra]
•OC Incorrect Quotes |One|
•OC Incorrect Quotes |Two|
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