once bitten, twice shy.

a dialogue starter for @snuffbait .

there was tense air in the werewolf. the smell of blood inched his nose. he hates it here. he hated that he had to see that. "how many more people need to die before you're satisfied?" caspian asks with a growl. jaw clenched and he was just not liking this. anger filled in his veins.

❝ you ask how many... ❞ a smooth b minor, silky as satin. there's a heavy, distinctive transatlantic accent pouring over his tongue-- it hangs from his lips like an insolent aristocrat's. makes him all the more. . . snobbish. ❝ but it is never the number that truly matters. ❞ he steps closer to the fallen, savoring the cruel artistry of death still staining the scene, staining him whole. ❝ i carve art into each body that is unfortunate enough to cross my path. this, ❞ gestures effortlessly, gloves slick with dripping carnage. ❝ is no mindless slaughter, fool. ❞

Another mixture! contains fluff, angst, nsfw, humor + random antics.

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[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

"I would be surprised if people could think for themselves. Work for something for longer than five minutes and not expect instant results." He had lost so much faith in people, but he understood it took a certain amount of will to achieve something. For a moment, it felt as if by knowingly supporting this guy, Knox could take revenge for that miserable group he used to call his family. "What's your purpose?"

❝ you're right. most people don't have the patience to work for what they want. they want everything now, 'cause it's an illusion of control. you follow me? ❞ he's punctuating his calibrated words with an exaggerated flourish of his hands. ❝ that's a tool. things are in desperate need of reshaping, i know you can't object to that. sometimes that means breaking things, building new ones. it's necessary to regain genuine control over the pollution of our world. that is my purpose. ❞

❝ i mean, aren't you tired of the societal cancer? it's time to take matters into your own hands, man. && i know just the thing to make that happen.  ❞ he's buzzing, skin prickling with static at the mere thought of indulging his curiosity.

The crush is instantaneous and all-consuming, making Violet's usually dull face alight with all the curiosity of a very pleased cat. There is simply something about this woman; it radiates off of her. An authenticity most do not possess, much less let shine the way she does. Even through the creeping chill of silence, she cannot help but to look upon her with a quiet sense of wonder.

And her voice. Silken, shining, falling unto Violet's ears like a down blanket. She hardly even acknowledges the glass at first, enraptured by the one giving it to her. She wants to tell her she is beautiful. She wants to tell her she is kind. She wants to fawn over her. As much as Violet has lived her life cold and cruel, there have been those that inspired something like this in her — women, mostly. Her feelings come in hot and burn out fast, but that's no concern to her here. Her only concern is the bartender.

scintillating fair hues fix her with a humored stare, shifting from violet's compliant countenance to the alcohol swiveling inside the glass. liz is simpering now, that much is obvious. bleeds from her mouth when she drawls a breathless chuckle. a sharp click of her tongue slices through them && for a moment she ponders biting back with the same fervor a joyful kitten might when aching for play.

what she does is sway her weight behind that counter, hands on her hips, chest out. cranium turns to the side, flaunting a carved profile. her glossed mouthline is puckered, curved up in a pompous grin. ❝ some things are just worth the wait, darling. ❞

Door hinges creak with the opening of a door. Wooden floor moaning under the weight of new footsteps. Elle's whole body stiffened. She thought she was here alone, Guess not.

She whips around, hand gripping tightly onto her handmade ghost detector. Short heels clack on the wooden floor, as she places a hand against her chest, spotting the man who'd entered the room.

"What are you doing in here?" she questions, gesturing to the old creaky house they stand in with a free hand. Elle, herself was here on a case. There were a lot of disappearances surrounding this abandoned house, so she decided to check it out.

he had come alone, weighed down with gear && ghost detectors. what he hadn't expected was @theroadscfar -- a woman, poised, focused, haunting the empty halls like a ghost.

The compliment put a smile on his face – a bit of blush on his cheeks too. "My failed silver blond experiment inspired something bolder," he explained, amused, and took the first sip of his drink. "Thanks; I fear I might end up working on my first ideas in one of those rooms." He made a general circular motion above his head to point at the floors above them, meaning he might need a room if he overstays the bar's welcome. "I'm working on this project for a game and someone suggested this hotel would be great as an inspiration," he explained.

❝ you know, this place. . . it's seen artists, muses, everything in between. i'd love to see what you're up to, but, ❞ she couldn't exactly smack zach in the face with the truth, nor did she actually want to send him packing -- but she also couldn't let him waltz blindly into the dark. ❝ just promise me you're not turning one of those rooms upstairs into your cocoon, if you plan on staying. yeah? ❞

liz's gaze lingered on him a moment longer. affectionate, almost maternal, but still veiled by a steely resolve. ❝ tell you what, it's good, isn't it? ❞ head nodded toward the cocktail sinking in his grip. ❝ i trust i'll be seeing you more often behind my counter, then. i'm a phenomenal muse. ❞ , so i can watch over your unsuspecting ass.