our lady of the divine right hook

are you haven's type?

armand dips his head, breathing a chuckle at her response. he can't imagine that most museums have protocol in place for hauntings. no, superstition is far less fashionable in the modern day, despite hauntings being no less frequent. it's all willful ignorance, the same ignorance that leaves mortals dumbfounded when confronted with his fangs. in life, he'd felt he stood too close to the veil between life and death. while he'd been taught of jinn, he'd come to believe that human souls could also linger. there was never any other explanation for the things he saw.

being dead himself, there's little he wouldn't believe in the possibility of ( but spirits feel as real as he is ).

❝ how many new sets of teeth have you gone through? ❞ a joke, but one that comes with an understanding that what she says is true. the vampire's eyes follow hers to the painting, judging its age through style. portraiture always raises questions about who the person was and why the artist chose them. in some ways, he thinks they can be more revealing about their subject matter than photographs. armand lingers on the eyes of the subject as she speaks, narrowing his own in curiosity as he listens.

❝ the energy of the painter, a sliver of soul captured from the subject — i'm enjoying it, yes. ❞

She's managed to get by unscathed so far, but she can't say the same for other staff members. "One of the guys from the Acquisitions team called a pair of porcelain dolls 'ugly' and something went wrong with his car every day for a whole week." Maybe he had just been bad at remembering to get his oil changed and tires rotated; she won't rule it out entirely, but the timing of the incidents definitely raised a few eyebrows.

The direction of the conversation sparks a conspiratorial glint in her eye, and she feels this guest will at least humor her current furtive streak if not participate in complement.

are you haven's type?

i don’t think i could ever get over you.

standing in front of you right now, it’s torture, not being able to kiss you. 

i love you. even though that freaks the fuck out of me to say it.

life keeps going. you can’t just give up.

i don’t want you to need me. i want you to want me.

we’re too similar. we would drive each other crazy.

i appreciate that secrecy is your love language.

i thought we could be friends. i want to be friends. 

you’d do anything for everyone to like you.

you always have been a shitty liar.

maybe no contact is the only way this works.

giving you shit is just like an old reflex. 

i wanna prove to everyone that i’m not a fuck up.

i’m doing this with or without you. with you would be easier.

you’re the one in my fucking head.

you will never be alone again.

i know you fought for every fucking thing you ever got in your life.

sooner or later, you’re gonna have to face up to what you’ve done.

you don’t know? you could fill a book with the shit you don’t know.

anything and everything you do is okay.

i know that you’re lonely.

i love you, and i don’t wanna love you, because i’ll never fucking trust you again.

i’m the last person who thinks they’re a hero. i fucking hate myself half the time.

if i wasn’t so tired, i’d say something sexual. shows how tired i am.

i feel like i’m standing on the edge of a cliff.

we keep fighting till we don’t have to anymore.

i have stood by you at every single turn.

does it help somehow to bitch about it?

let’s not pretend i’m the one who ended things.

i made my choices. so did you.

we stuck together because we had to.

that’s a long ass time to be with somebody and then walk away.

i thought someone was coming to murder me. this is worse.

i’m doing a fucking thing here.

just revising my suspect list. 

you shouldn’t be afraid of the bad parts of you.

i’m pretty sure no one gives a shit about your needs right now.

we’re high functioning compared to them. at least we’re communicating.

when you changed your mind about us, that broke me. 

you’re gonna make mistakes sometimes. it’s just part of being alive.

do you think i’m a bad mom?

murder makes you extra sweaty.

you weren’t the only smart one. you just like to think you were.

i know you guys are… whatevering.

you know i don’t deserve your friendship, right? i just hurt people. 

it has to mean something, right? that we keep coming back to each other, that it’s never really over?

time’s a motherfucker.

so, why do you suddenly want me?

when i look at you, i don’t see your mistakes.

you think they care about you? you don’t matter. to anyone.

i don’t want to be a joke anymore.

i never not wanted you.

i guess cleaning up our mess makes for good foreplay.

you never move on from something like this. it just changes you. then you adapt.

i did not start out a bad person.

just ‘cause i’m scared doesn’t mean it’s going away. gotta accept it.

when i think about the specifics too much, i just get sad. time doesn’t wait. 

what’s the one thing you want out of your life?

we always come back around, you and me.

do you forgive me? for being so stubborn? 

i spent so much time trying not to be who i was, i don’t even know who i am.

i like how i feel when i’m with you. 

i’m done talking for tonight.

all i ever wanted from you was a fucking hug.

you’re not okay. you’re stubborn.

just because you say something to a person doesn’t mean you necessarily mean it.

i didn’t learn my lesson. we were good. you just don’t want good.

did you really not see that coming? because i sure did.

i missed you. i’ve missed you for months.

come on. bickering is what we do. it’s fun.

you’re something else. when you believe in something, nothing’s gonna change your mind.

i know what you’re doing. you’re acting like a dick so no one can see how badly you’re hurting.

i don’t think you’re crazy. you’ve been through a lot. that’s okay with me.

there’s been enough death. i’m fucking sick of it. aren’t you?

i forgot about you, and i hate myself for that.

i needed you, and you just weren’t there. you left me.

you always could read my mind.

it’s gonna eat you up to keep this all inside.

there’s only you. there’s only ever been you.

my chest physically hurts to not be able to tell her i’m in love with her.

you never let anyone see you hurting.

sometimes i think you’re a little too good at being fine.

you win. this. whatever we’re doing.

now you’re someone i miss when you’re not around.

i thought that we loved each other. 

you have to say what you want. it’s your move.

you’re pretty hard to resist.

you make people feel okay just by showing up.

don’t let the fact that you’re a terrible person keep you up tonight.

all that is happening is that you are not in control, and you’re not used to it.

i’m intimidated as fuck by you.

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝('𝐧𝐭) 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 ; 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠

a collection of slightly heart-ache-inspired dialogue prompts by me. change pronouns/tenses/details as needed.

❝ i've been thinking about you a lot. ❞

❝ i can't keep you off my mind. ❞

❝ why do you have to go? ❞

❝ you'd think we'd be better at saying 'goodbye'. ❞

❝ you shouldn't look at me like that. ❞

❝ i shouldn't think about you that way. ❞

❝ do you think we missed our chance? ❞

❝ have i been on your mind? ❞

❝ you are never far from my thoughts. ❞

❝ i can feel your heart beating faster. ❞

❝ i miss the way you smell. ❞

❝ i know i shouldn't, but i want to see you. ❞

❝ you make it easy for me to be myself. ❞

❝ it's always been you, i don't know why. ❞

❝ i've missed your voice. ❞

❝ it should have been me. ❞

❝ i wish i'd known all this before we ended up here. ❞

❝ i hope the way i feel doesn't make things harder between us. ❞

❝ i can't offer you the life you have with them, i know that. ❞

❝ do you wish it was me? ❞

❝ you are my person, i know that. i should have said it before. ❞

❝ you're the only one that makes me feel safe. ❞

❝ it's too late to say it, but i wanted to say it anyway.❞

You're burning up. Don't argue with me. Get back in bed.

I made soup. It's not great. Eat it anyway.

You should have called me the moment you started feeling like this.

Stop trying to get up. There is nothing on this earth that needs you upright right now.

I found three blankets and a hot water bottle. Pick your combination.

You look terrible. I mean that with so much love.

Let me take your temperature. Stop being difficult about the thermometer.

I cancelled everything. Don't apologize. I wanted to be here.

You fell asleep mid-sentence. I stayed anyway. I hope that's okay.

Drink the tea. Yes, all of it. I'll make more.

I've been checking on you every hour. You keep telling me to go home. I keep not going.

Your voice sounds awful. Rest it. We can talk tomorrow.

I'm not going anywhere. Stop thanking me for staying.

You hate being taken care of. I know. Do it for me anyway.

The fever broke. I don't think you know how relieved I am right now.

Sleep. I'll be right here. I'll wake you up if anything changes.

I brought your favourite thing from the place on the corner. Don't cry. Please don't cry.

You're a terrible patient and somehow I still want to be the one doing this.

I know you think you're being a burden. You are not a burden.

Let me sit with you. I don't need to talk. I just don't want you to be alone.

You tried to make your own tea and you could barely stand up. Sit down. I've got it.

I've seen you strong. This doesn't make you weak. It just makes you human.

You smell like fever and you still somehow look like everything to me.

Lay your head here. Right here. I've got nowhere I need to be.

I brought every movie you've ever mentioned. We have time.

You're mumbling in your sleep. I'm not going to tell you what you said.

I changed the sheets while you were in the shower. Don't make it weird.

You need to eat something real. I know you don't want to. Eat something real.

I've been sitting in this chair for four hours. I'd do it four more.

Stop apologizing for being sick. People get sick. Let me help you.

Your hands are cold. Give them here. I'll warm them up.

I found the medicine in the back of the cabinet. Take it. All of it. Don't negotiate.

You're not inconveniencing me. Taking care of you is exactly where I want to be.

I didn't know you got like this when you were sick. Softer. I like knowing this about you.

You asked for me. Out of everyone, you asked for me. I haven't stopped thinking about that.

The heating pad is on the lowest setting. Tell me if you need it warmer.

I'm not leaving until your temperature is normal. Make your peace with that.

You cried a little when the soup was too hot to eat yet. I pretended not to notice.

I've never seen you let anyone take care of you before. I'm honoured. I mean that.

Your hair is a mess. Can I? Is that okay? Let me just — there.

You keep saying you're fine every time I check and you are so obviously not fine.

This is the third night in a row. I'm not going anywhere. Stop looking at me like that.

You're delirious and still trying to be funny. It's working. Please stop, I'm worried about you.

I learned how to make your mother's recipe. It took three attempts. Don't tell her.

There's nowhere I'd rather be than right here, even like this. Especially like this.

You always take care of everyone else. Just this once, let someone take care of you.

I left the light on in the hall in case you woke up scared. I remember you mentioned that once.

(just because I can intellectualize it doesn't mean I FEEL it in my chest)

(just because I can TASTE it doesn't mean I sink my teeth into it)

original character written by emmie.

are you haven's type?