but then the sun came up and reality set in

on identity

dialogue starters for first time meetings in historical or fantasy settings.

“forgive my intrusion. have we met before?”

“you walk as one accustomed to long roads.”

“it is rare to find another soul in this place.”

“you bear the air of someone with purpose. may i ask your name?”

“the wind carries your scent of distant lands.”

“you seem far from home, stranger.”

“your robes speak of refinement, yet your eyes tell another story.”

“may i share your fire for a while?”

“it seems fate has led our paths to cross.”

“you handle that weapon with care. a practitioner, perhaps?”

“have you come seeking fortune, or fleeing something?”

“i did not expect company in such a lonely place.”

“you carry a heavy heart. the road must have been unkind.”

“are you a wanderer, or one with a destination in mind?”

“you move with discipline. do you belong to a sect?”

“the way you observe the horizon... what do you see there?”

“i could not help but notice your talisman. a charm for protection?”

“you seem unafraid, even here. that is uncommon.”

“your presence disturbs the silence yet i do not mind it.”

“do you often travel alone, or am i witnessing a rare moment?”

“you look as though you’ve seen ghosts.”

“the stars are kind tonight. perhaps that is why we meet.”

“a name has power. would you share yours?”

“i sense a story behind those eyes.”

“the tea is still warm, if you would sit and rest.”

“do you always meet strangers so fearlessly?”

“you wear no crest or banner, are you unaffiliated?”

“your aura feels… unfamiliar. what manner of cultivation is that?”

“there’s something about you the heavens seem to favor.”

“the world is wide, and yet we cross paths here. curious, isn’t it?”

“your silence speaks louder than words.”

“you carry an old wound. is it battle, or memory?”

“do you seek shelter, or solitude?”

“you’ve seen much, and yet your gaze holds wonder.”

“your voice carries conviction. you must believe in something deeply.”

“even the moon seems to follow you.”

“if i did not know better, i’d say destiny enjoys such meetings.”

“you seem out of place, or perhaps the place is out of time.”

“tell me, stranger. what is it you’re searching for?”

“the night is long. shall we pass it in conversation?”

“your weapon hums faintly. is it bound to your spirit?”

“you don’t avert your gaze. most would.”

“that pendant... it resembles one i once saw in the capital.”

“has the road been kind to you, or cruel?”

“you seem weary, but your steps haven’t faltered.”

“do you believe in omens?”

“you have the bearing of someone who’s seen battle.”

“tell me truthfully, do you trust me?”

“your presence feels... familiar, like a dream i’ve forgotten.”

“you stand as though waiting for someone.”

“if i asked what you’ve lost, would you answer?”

“your hands are steady. a healer’s, perhaps?”

“the forest seems quieter since you arrived.”

“you remind me of someone... though i cannot say who.”

“do you always travel under the moon’s light?”

“you seem untouched by fear. is that wisdom, or recklessness?”

“if we had met under gentler skies, would you still look at me this way?”

“the scent of rain follows you. were you caught in a storm?”

“i wonder, what kind of person leaves footprints like yours?”

STEFAN SALVATORE

The Vampire Diaries (2009-2017)

inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.

[ choke ]   your muse choking mine.

[ kiss + soft ]   your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

[ kiss + rough ]   your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.

[ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down.

[ wrists ]   your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.

[ push ]   your muse pushing mine into bed.

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ]   your muse spanking mine.

[ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair.

[ talk ]   your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ eyes ]   your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.

[ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

[ knees ]   your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

[ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

[ denial ]   your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

[ many ]   your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

[ tied ]   your muse tying my muse down.

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

[ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during.

[ dominance ]   your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

[ submission ]   your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

[ humiliation ]   your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.

[ pain ]   your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

[ knife ]   your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.

[ hidden ]   your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

[ public ]   your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.

[ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

[ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

[ gag ]   your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.

[ blindfold ]   your muse blindfolding mine.

[ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed.

[ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

There was a flicker of disbelief when Stefan pulled away again—brief, instinctive, with the ghost of irritation threatening to surface.

But it vanished just as quickly.

Because the moment Stefan’s shirt hit the floor and his torso was bared to him, the corner of Klaus’ mouth lifted into a slow, cheeky smirk with approval written plainly across his face. His gaze dragged over Stefan without shame, without restraint, drinking in the sight like a man reacquainting himself with something special he’d once lost.

When Stefan stepped back into his reach, Klaus didn’t waste a second.

stefan should have put an end to it then. his chest ached as truth spilled from klaus' lips, lips he only wanted to kiss and hear praise him just seconds ago. the imbalance of power between them was a problem. not because stefan thought klaus would just compel him for no reason, but because he was sure he'd do it if he thought he had enough of a reason.

he'd never agree that what he'd done was wrong, because to klaus it simply wasn't.

he should have put an end to it then.

his solitude was once the most precious thing to him. between his father suffocating him with his demands and talks of his future, his teachers pressuring him to be better (at what exactly, sometimes stefan was unsure), and his brother pressuring him to... well, to simply live. it was in the silence that stefan felt safest. like he may not crack open and pour all his frustration and selfishness onto the world. the world did not deserve that. the world simply demanded better from him.

but she came along, and suddenly there was something more pleasant than being alone.

Klaus lets Stefan’s hand linger against his lips for another moment after the invitation is spoken then he slowly lowers it, guiding it down between them. His eyes stays fixed on Stefan, but his mind is already moving ahead, calculating the situation.

Trouble always followed choices like this.

Rebekah was not a woman easily fooled, and she was even less forgiving when her trust was broken. Klaus knew that better than anyone. The thought of causing her pain sat heavy in his chest. She had stood beside him through centuries of blood and exile, through the cruelty of their father and the chaos of the world that never seemed to stop hunting them.

But...Klaus had never been good at denying himself something he wanted.

And now, standing here with Stefan this close, that selfish part of him was winning.

When Stefan presses their foreheads together, the constant turning of thoughts in Klaus’ mind finally stops. He exhales as his attention shifts to the hand moving along his back, the slow path of it sliding up between his shoulder blades before drifting back down his spine.

Up and down.

Up and down.

“Yes,” Klaus murmurs at last, the answer coming easier now that the noise in his head has quieted. “I will join you tonight, love.” His lips brush Stefan’s as he speaks, the words shared close enough that their breath mixes between them.

“But we will take a hotel suite,” he continues softly, practical even in the middle of the intimacy. “Someplace where we will not risk my sister wandering in unexpectedly.”

Klaus pulls back just enough to look at him properly again. “I will tell her you needed one of your little ripper adventures outside the city for the night. She will believe it and not ask to join.”

yes. compulsion, paired with his good looks and charm, always guaranteed that stefan would get his way those days. and while any human would give up their lives for such a gift, stefan found himself getting rather bored of it. he missed the real challenge. the chase. it was part of what made klaus so appealing to him. the other man didn't need stefan by any means. he couldn't be compelled or controlled by him. if anything, stefan was a liability. he should've killed him weeks ago.

but he kept saying yes. he kept coming back despite it all. nothing gave the ripper a rush quite like hearing the simple word fall from such perfect lips.

while klaus wore his amusement with a subtle smirk, stefan's grin couldn't have been any wider. the boyish, almost even innocent smile was proof of his approval of klaus' plan.

" i'll make sure to grab us someone special then. maybe that bartender everyone pretends isn't drinking as much as the patrons all night? " as if they wouldn't be drunk enough off of each other, the blood could potentially give it an interesting twist. " or that redhead that always shows up alone... " somehow, in between balancing his entertaining rebekah and seeking private moments like these with klaus, stefan managed to notice everyone who frequented gloria's. it was his curse gift.

“that version of me is gone.”

“this changes nothing.”

“i was counting on it.”

“watch me.”

“it wasn’t like this before.”

“i can’t pretend anymore.”

“it’s a promise.”

“say it again.”

“don’t do this.”

“you’re late.”

“this is your last chance.”

“i made my choice long ago.”

“it was over the moment you left.”

“i had to see it for myself.”

“i’ve made worse mistakes than this.”

“you changed.”

“tell me the truth.”

“you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“you owe me.”

“you followed the wrong path.”

“this isn’t over.”

“i warned you.”

“you’re hiding something.”

“you’ll regret this.”

“they recognized the weapon before they recognized the person holding it.”

“is this a threat?”

“some things can’t be fixed.”

“help me understand.”

“it ends however you decide.”

“you don’t understand.”

“you can’t stop this.”

“you came back.”

“it doesn’t have to end like this.”

“you’re making a mistake.”

“we never make it out clean.”

“maybe it was the only one.”

“you remember me, don’t you?”

“you lied to me.”

“you’re shaking.”

“silence would have been kinder.”

“you shouldn’t have followed me.”

“i trusted you.”

“say my name.”

“i’m not afraid.”

“you knew, didn’t you?”

“is this goodbye?”

“things change.”

“you don’t have to be alone.”

“i mean it this time.”

“that was your first mistake.”

“you’re not who i remember.”

“we don’t have much time.”

“was any of it real?”

“that’s not what you said before.”

“listen to me.”

“and yet, here we are.”

“put it down before this gets worse.”

“look at me.”

“i regret a lot of things.”

“you’re bleeding.”

“i didn’t think you’d survive.”

“don’t say my name like that.”

“you knew i’d come.”

“maybe you never knew me.”

“why are you here?”

“you wouldn’t like it.”

“people like us don’t get happy endings.”

“you followed me into ruin.”

“before everything fell apart.”

“there’s always a choice.”

“we could still fix this.”

“you’ve said that before.”

“i never meant for this to happen.”

“you promised.”

“what did you do?”

“before you chose a side.”

“don’t turn your back on me.”

“before you betrayed me.”

“you shouldn’t have.”

“i’m trying to help you.”

“you’ve always known the truth.”

“say something worth hearing.”

“i’m not backing down.”

“help me, or get out of my way.”

“don’t be foolish.”

“you should have run when you had the chance.”

“i owe you nothing.”

“i had no choice.”

“i walked away when it mattered most.”

“i crossed a line i can’t uncross.”

“i remember you too clearly.”

“you still care?”