the suns rays do not burn until brought to focus

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .

who . . .

“ Who are you? ”

“ Who do you serve? ”

“ Who taught you that? ”

“ Who’s really in control here? ”

“ Who are you running from? ”

“ Who did this to you? ”

“ Who’s coming for us? ”

“ Who do you think I am? ”

“ Who else knows about this? ”

“ Who are you trying to protect? ”

what . . .

“ What are you? ”

“ What do you want from me? ”

“ What are you hiding? ”

“ What were you planning to do? ”

“ What just happened? ”

“ What did you see back there? ”

“ What did you promise them? ”

“ What happens if I don’t let you go? ”

“ What are the rules I’m not supposed to break? ”

“ What happens after the portal closes? ”

where . . .

“ Where did you come from? ”

“ Where are we? ”

“ Where are you going? ”

“ Where were you when it happened? ”

“ Where does this path lead? ”

“ Where did you get that scar? ”

“ Where is everyone else? ”

“ Where should I stand? ”

“ Where did you put the body? ”

“ Where were you hiding all this time? ”

when . . .

“ When did this start? ”

“ When were you going to tell me? ”

“ When was the last time you felt safe? ”

“ When do we leave? ”

“ When did you stop trusting me? ”

“ When does this end? ”

“ When did you realise the truth? ”

“ When do things go wrong? ”

“ When did you choose this path? ”

“ When will you look at me and be honest? ”

how . . .

“ How long have you been watching me? ”

“ How did you survive? ”

“ How much do you remember? ”

“ How are you this calm right now? ”

“ How bad is it? ”

“ How did you know my name? ”

“ How far are you willing to go? ”

“ How many lies have you told me? ”

“ How do you live with this? ”

“ How are we supposed to fix this? ”

are . . .

“ Are you human? ”

“ Are you okay? ”

“ Are you lying to me right now? ”

“ Are you scared? ”

“ Are you tired? ”

“ Are you hiding something? ”

“ Are you bound by oath or by magic? ”

“ Are you trying to start a fight? ”

“ Are you always this dramatic? ”

“ Are you going to explain or just stare? ”

do . . .

“ Do you trust me? ”

“ Do you remember your name? ”

“ Do you remember me? ”

“ Do you miss them? ”

“ Do you always talk this much? ”

“ Do you have any idea what you just did? ”

“ Do you ever sleep? ”

“ Do you want me to stay? ”

“ Do you think I’m stupid? ”

“ Do you believe in fate? ”

have . . .

“ Have you eaten yet? ”

“ Have we met before? ”

“ Have you been here long? ”

“ Have you done this before? ”

“ Have you ever killed someone? ”

“ Have you been lying to me? ”

“ Have you lost anyone? ”

“ Have you forgiven yourself? ”

“ Have you always been like this? ”

“ Have you already chosen a side? ”

is . . .

“ Is this place real? ”

“ Is something bothering you? ”

“ Is that weapon even legal here? ”

“ Is this your idea of a joke? ”

“ Is this your way of flirting? ”

“ Is someone watching us? ”

“ Is it supposed to hurt like this? ”

“ Is there a way out? ”

“ Is this what you wanted? ”

“ Is it too late to turn back? ”

can . . .

“ Can I ask you a weird question? ”

“ Can you hear that? ”

“ Can I trust you? ”

“ Can you keep a secret? ”

“ Can we slow down? ”

“ Can you help me bury a body? ”

“ Can you look at me? ”

“ Can we talk about what happened? ”

“ Can you stop pretending? ”

“ Can you promise me something? ”

will . . .

“ Will you stay with me? ”

“ Will you tell me the truth? ”

“ Will this ever end? ”

“ Will you protect me? ”

“ Will they come back for us? ”

“ Will you remember me? ”

“ Will you choose a side? ”

“ Will you regret this? ”

“ Will you still look at me the same way? ”

“ Will you stop me if I’m wrong? ”

should . . .

“ Should I be worried? ”

“ Should we be running? ”

“ Should I follow you? ”

“ Should I be afraid of you? ”

“ Should we pretend this never happened? ”

“ Should I stay or go? ”

“ Should I believe you? ”

“ Should I be honest with you? ”

“ Should we trust them? ”

“ Should I have come here? ”

would . . .

“ Would you do it again? ”

“ Would you lie to protect me? ”

“ Would this have been different if I had stayed? ”

“ Would you really let me die? ”

“ Would you have saved them instead? ”

“ Would you still care if you knew the truth? ”

“ Would you leave if I asked? ”

“ Would this hurt less if I understood? ”

“ Would you forgive me? ”

“ Would you choose me this time? ”

could . . .

“ Could you survive without me? ”

“ Could this world exist without you? ”

“ Could this get any worse? ”

“ Could you teach me how to do that? ”

“ Could you be wrong? ”

“ Could you be lying to yourself? ”

“ Could you forgive them? ”

“ Could this be a trap? ”

“ Could you handle the truth if I told you? ”

When they first came for him, Sol thought this was a regular run of the mill kidnapping- something probably orchestrated by distant family. The owners of the hands grabbing him were sent falling backwards, and Sol ran. But a moment later they were on him again, this time pulling a bag over him- run of the mill kidnapping, if they hadn't been so inhumanly quick.

Another push, and this time the bag came up in flames, the fire making his palms blister. He tried to run again, but once more they caught up. Sol screamed, and with that scream came enough energy to send his attackers falling back, enough energy that likely would have killed a human. With it, Sol used all of the energy he had in him. As his attackers fell, so did he. He was completely burnt up; a thought that made him laugh, however weakly, as he was lifted up and carried off.

He came to sprawled out on the floor of a stone cell. Sol felt as though he'd been run over by a tank. He had just enough energy to push himself up to sit, but had to lean against a wall to actually stay sitting. Sol put all his focus into trying to unlock the door to the cell, but the lock barely shifted in its latch. He had nothing left. The effort made his head pound. There was a similar pounding rhythm in his hands, which were now blistered over.

armand hadn't been a part of the effort to bring sol to them. he remained behind the scenes, a simple direction given to the coven, while he remained behind in the theater. he'd sat in his office, calmly scribbling away notes on a script under the dim light while his coven unleashed hell on an unsuspecting victim.

even when they take longer than expected, he thinks little of it. the others are competent and vicious enough that he doubts he sent them in over their heads. so, he's not surprised when they do return. the story they share is what surprises him the most.

he goes to the cell alone, his expression curious before he unlatches the door, masking it behind the calm, authoritative expression of the coven master. he slips inside, shutting the door behind him ( although, he doubts in his current state, he could have rushed the door anyway ). with every step forward, he observes him, from the blisters on his hands, to the exhaustion displayed as he uses the wall to keep him upright.

❝ you gave us surprising challenge, ❞ he acknowledges, filled in enough about the chase and capture. ❝ most humans in your position would be dead already — it's curious. ❞ boldly, armand crouches in front off him, coming to eye-level. ❝ what are you? ❞

As his visitor crouches before him, Sol considers hitting him, but once again decides it's not worth it in his current state. Throwing a half-assed punch would just be pathetic, and he figures he already looks pathetic enough.

He's given no more insight into why he's here, why he was attacked in the first place. Instead, he's given a question that makes him laugh. "What am I? I could be asking you the same question. What I did should have killed your friends." Maybe some honesty from his end would get some honesty in return. "But I'm human, as far as I know."

acts  that  could  be  aggressive   //   or  a  little  bit  sexy   //   or  both.                     send  a  symbol  from  your  muse  to  mine.  feel  free  to  combine  actions  or  add  specifics  even  when  it  doesn’t  ask  for  it   !     can  send  non - sexually  as  well.

THREATENING

🔪   //   put  a  knife  to  my  muse’s  throat .

🖐️   //   put  a  hand  around  my  muse’s  throat .

👕   //   slide  a  weapon  up  under  my  muse’s  shirt     (   can  specify   ) .

👔   //   grab  my  muse  by  the  collar   &   pull  them  closer .

🔒   //   lock  my  muse  in  a  room  alone  with  your  muse .

🗩   //   verbally  threaten  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

PINNING

🔙   //   push  my  muse  against  a  wall .

📌   //   pin  my  muse’s  wrists  above  their  head .

🔵   //   grab  my  muse  hard  enough  to  leave  a  bruise .

🔑   //   handcuff  my  muse .

➰   //   tie  my  muse  to  a  chair .

⭕   //   restrain  my  muse  with  an  item  of  clothing     (   please  specify   ) .

🚨   //   push  my  muse  to  the  ground   &   straddle  them .

📢   //   tell  my  muse   ‘  stop  squirming   !  ’ .

🔗   //   otherwise  restrain  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

LIGHTER

👀   //   grab  my  muse’s  jaw   &   direct  their  gaze  towards  yours .

⚡   //   tug  my  muse’s  hair .

⚠️   //   bite  my  muse     (   can  specify  where   ) .

😏   //   give  my  muse  a  hickey .

✂️   //   run  fingernails  over  my  muse’s  skin   &   scratch  them .

💦   //   cover  my  muse’s  mouth .

DARKER

💋   //   give  my  muse  a  kiss  that  draws  blood .

🗡️   //   cut  my  muse  with  a  knife     (   can  specify  where   ) .

💀   //   kidnap  my  muse .

😶   //   put  a  hand  over  my  muse’s  nose   &   mouth .

It'd been a few days since they talked. Sol flew into San Francisco this morning, and spent the day lounging around the hotel pool. He had no idea why Daniel wanted to wait until after dark to meet up, but he wasn't going to argue. Daniel was kind of weird after all.

Daniel had said he would swing by the hotel and pick him up. By this point Sol had showered, gotten dressed, and eaten a small dinner, and was now waiting on what was a rather comfortable couch with a beer. When was the last time he had seen Daniel? Sol couldn't remember. He'd been in New York for a bit now, wanting to experience life on the East Coast. Daniel had stayed in California, and while they didn't talk frequently, they'd still kept in touch.

A knock at the door brought Sol out of his thoughts. He got up, making his way over to the door and flinging it open.

★・・・・・ Lestat eyes Solis with a narrowed right eye, like some pirate assessing the worth of a jewel. He smirks, considering the man's wrist, before cradling the underside of it. "Are you sure?" Lestat is almost convinced this is some kind of a trick. Who knows these days with people who are pumped with drugs that often make twelve hours significant to an undead vampire. Still, after a moment, he flashes his fangs and plunges them deep into the meaty flesh of his volunteer.

How funny would it be if someone kidnapped him for a ransom or some plot against the throne, but it ends up getting no response because his disappearance saves the royal family from a lot of problems.

Or, for my IWTV friends, maybe Sol catches the attention of a vampire? Maybe that's his way out; fucking off with a vampire. Or said vampire could just take him. He'd probably be cool with it.

Or, maybe. His parents plan to have him killed in an "accident" or maybe just assassinated. Idk. But that's when he discovers his magic, and he's able to escape. Of course, there's people looking for him. And he has no idea how to survive on his own and in hiding. That could go a lot of interesting directions.

(starters inspired by too many drinks, city lights, and the kind of honesty that only comes after midnight)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆

“You look like you could use another drink… or a bad decision.”

“Don’t tell me you came here alone.”

“I’m not drunk, I’m just—emotionally flexible right now.”

“One more round, and I might actually tell you what I’m thinking.”

“I didn’t plan on running into you here.”

“You’ve got that look—like you’re either about to confess something or start a fight.”

“You’re staring again. Should I take that as an invitation?”

“You ever think about how many bad ideas start with a shot glass?”

“You dance like you’re trying to forget something.”

“It’s way past decent hours—what are you still doing out?”

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓

“You can stop pretending you’re fine. Nobody believes it after their third drink.”

“I thought you didn’t drink anymore.”

“It’s funny—liquor makes you honest, but you still can’t say what you really want, can you?”

“You shouldn’t walk home alone. I’ll come with you.”

“You always talk like this when you’ve had too much.”

“You smell like smoke and regret. It suits you.”

“Let’s make a pact—we don’t talk about this in the morning.”

“You shouldn’t have kissed me. But I’m not asking you to stop.”

“You ever get drunk enough to think the world might love you back?”

“We’re both going to regret this tomorrow, aren’t we?”

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑, 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏

“What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? I’ll go first.”

“Tell me a truth—just one. The kind you’d never say sober.”

“You’re going to forget this conversation in the morning, right?”

“If I told you I missed you, would you blame the alcohol?”

“You keep drinking like you’re trying to forget something. Or someone.”

“I didn’t mean to call you. My hands just remembered your number.”

“Why are you crying? Don’t tell me it’s just the gin.”

“You said you don’t love me anymore, but you’re still here.”

“Do you ever wonder how we got this lost?”

“Sometimes, I think the night listens better than people do.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 — quiet streets, unspoken things

“I’ll walk you home. You can pretend you don’t need me to.”

“It’s too late for goodbyes, isn’t it?”

“We shouldn’t have let it get this far.”

“You can hold my hand. Just for tonight.”

“Do you ever wish you’d met me sober?”

“Don’t fall asleep yet. The world feels softer when it’s still spinning.”

“Stay until the city forgets our names.”

“You look different under the streetlights.”

“Promise me you won’t vanish when morning comes.”

“I don’t know what I’ll remember most — the taste of the drink, or you.”

Sol sat vigil at his seat at the bar, sipping his drink and watching the people around him. Some dancing, some talking, some arguing. He'd been here for a few hours and was well on his way to being drunk, and one of his favorite semi-drunken pass times was people watching. Sometimes he wished he could read thoughts, but he hadn't been gifted with that particular skill. Some in his family had. Maybe it would have made things easier. Maybe it would have made things worse.

Caught up in his thoughts, Sol didn't notice someone approach until they occupied the seat next to him. He glanced over, and then did a double take- the kid looked like a teenager. Sol raised an eyebrow, considered minding his own business, and then decided against it. When had he ever minded his own business?

"Well, you talk like an adult." Sol raised his drink and took a sip. He thought about offering to buy his neighbor's drink, but decided against it. Something about it just felt wrong- mostly the fact that it felt like buying a drink for a teenager, which would just be weird. "No, it's just me. What about you? You have any friends meeting you here?"

It'd been a few days since they talked. Sol flew into San Francisco this morning, and spent the day lounging around the hotel pool. He had no idea why Daniel wanted to wait until after dark to meet up, but he wasn't going to argue. Daniel was kind of weird after all.

Daniel had said he would swing by the hotel and pick him up. By this point Sol had showered, gotten dressed, and eaten a small dinner, and was now waiting on what was a rather comfortable couch with a beer. When was the last time he had seen Daniel? Sol couldn't remember. He'd been in New York for a bit now, wanting to experience life on the East Coast. Daniel had stayed in California, and while they didn't talk frequently, they'd still kept in touch.

A knock at the door brought Sol out of his thoughts. He got up, making his way over to the door and flinging it open.

Sol wasn't the biggest fan of classical music. The stuff he listened to involved a lot of yelling and a lot of strong guitar. He always considered the violin to be a bit boring; something for operas and for people in nursing homes. Basically, not his thing.

Walking home from the bar that night, he heard something different. Violin like he'd never heard it before. Sol was drawn in, watching the player on the street corner who seemed to entranced by his violin that he didn't notice the onlookers. Sol was fascinated. He stood there watching for what felt like hours, completely enveloped by the music. It helped that the player was easy on the eyes; actually, he was so beautiful he looked like he stepped out of a painting and into their world.

Finally, out of nowhere, the violinist stopped and started to walk away as though there were no onlookers watching. Sol followed, doing a quick job to catch up.

"Stop it! Let me go, you bastard!" Sol was screaming at Nicolas, and continued with the insults until the sound of the violin rang through the room. That was enough to silence him. He wanted nothing more than to cover his ears, but with his arms pinned at his side there was nothing he could do to block the harsh music of the violin.

The people in the bar stood, and Sol realized the music was controlling them. He fought harder, driving a foot back into the vampire's shins as if he could actually injure him. He only stilled when he was threatened. His eyes closed as he turned his head away, refusing to watch the people forced to dance around them.

It'd been a few days since they talked. Sol flew into San Francisco this morning, and spent the day lounging around the hotel pool. He had no idea why Daniel wanted to wait until after dark to meet up, but he wasn't going to argue. Daniel was kind of weird after all.

Daniel had said he would swing by the hotel and pick him up. By this point Sol had showered, gotten dressed, and eaten a small dinner, and was now waiting on what was a rather comfortable couch with a beer. When was the last time he had seen Daniel? Sol couldn't remember. He'd been in New York for a bit now, wanting to experience life on the East Coast. Daniel had stayed in California, and while they didn't talk frequently, they'd still kept in touch.

A knock at the door brought Sol out of his thoughts. He got up, making his way over to the door and flinging it open.

Looked good on him though. "Sorry it's so late. Kinda weighed down during the day."

One way of putting it, he supposed. He had no intention of revealing himself as what he was. It was a touchy subject, there were entirely too many that wouldn't think Sol should be allowed to live if he knew that. "Do you wanna go out or are you about to invite me into this obscenely big hotel suite?"

"Yeah, yeah. As long as I'm back and in bed at a reasonable hour." As if he didn't spend his nights out more often than not. As if he even slept reliably. "Come see the room. You really must like me to get me a room this fancy. Wait until you see the pool."