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THERE IS A PROFOUND MELANCHOLY HERE . a cracked halo and bowed golden head . i can feel his weariness through his skin , lingering in the air like dark vapor . ❛ you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself , hun . ❜ my arm linking with his own ━ the city’s hushed evening bustle our only company during this midnight hour . ❛ didn’t you come to new york for a break ? i can’t have you workin like this on my watch . ❜
@curesire ... 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 ( sc )
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@curesire , caraval by stephanie garber
“IT WASN’T LIKE THAT. there was nothing romantic about my letters. i just wanted to experience the magic.”
* @curesire / CARLYSLE CULLEN ( sc. )
WE ARE WEARING ALL BLACK IN LATE JULY . SINNERS SWEAT , WITCHES SIMMER . locals would say the neighborhood heretics are used to the heat hellfire was their birthright ( an ignorant misconception ; they were as flammable as anyone else / they simply were better at avoiding the flames ) late afternoon sun gilds her crown of fair curls , an elegant frame to house the gentle curves of her face . the magic harbored within manifesting as a blooming luminescence . subtle though it paints her skin in the rose-hue of health .
he comes with the night , the moon at his back as miss robichaux’s academy welcomes the vampire within her gates . ❛ doctor , what an unexpected pleasure . ❜ from the porch her voice alights like peaches and cream the lulling sweetness of a southern antebellum heiress . deceptive in its charm ; the beguiling effect of her candor almost spell-like . ❛ would you like something to drink wine ? bourbon ? oh negative ? ❜ ice bobbing against crystal in a sea of dark liquor . the faint ringing which accompanies her movements as she rises to receive her guest , whiskey glass in hand . ❛ i’m sure one of the girls killed something vegetarian friendly today that we could scrounge and make something of . ❜
@curesire: “ i don’t know if you’re listening.”
CHOCOLATE CURLS SHAKE & EYES SLIGHTLY WIDEN, as if Cedric had been sleeping & just woke from a dream, trying to shake the remaining tiredness from him this way. “I’m sorry.” Words are honest. Usually something like this wouldn’t happen to Cedric, he wouldn’t just stop listening to someone, most importantely to someone, entrusted with his physical well - being. But as soon as Cedric had looked up into caramel hues, acompanied by ridiculously WHITE TEETH & a perfectly tousled head of sandy hair, it was like time around him just froze & Cedric simply didn’t hear a single thing, the doctor apart from him just said. “I’m really sorry, I was a little . . . I wasn’t listening. Long night, didn’t get much sleep. Could you maybe repeat what you just said?”
SING TO ME INSTEAD LYRIC STARTERS.
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‘ what’s the point in denying what you are? ’ it was a concept caius couldn’t understand. ( though it might have had something to do with the fact that his morals were nonexistent. ) still, it seemed pointless to fight it. especially considering the desire to feed was always there. ‘ how long do you really expect to keep this up? ’ @curesire
@curesire / carlysle cullen : ❛ you certainly can make an entrance ❜
the door slamming into the wall had announced her presence to the two inhabitants of the room. in particular to the registered nurse that appeared to be selectively hard of hearing when it best suited her. rarely if ever was rosalie assigned the same hours as carlysle, but even she had heard from the rumour mill about how the nurse had been following carlysle’s every step & ignoring her patients- & rosalie wasn’t even working in the same section of the hospital as them. they were in the emergency room, she was three floors up paediatrics. rosalie had overheard the nurse in carlysle’s office on her way down to the emergency room as the paediatric specialist for an incoming paediatric that they needed her to consult on. however, despite the urgency with which she was required in emergency, she knew she had three minutes until the ambulance arrived, & she knew she’d walked a fair bit faster than a human doctor would have, so she had at least a spare moment to help him out. as the door hit the wall, she was already talking, knowing that carlysle was the consultant in the emergency room & would likely be required for the trauma she had been called to assist with. ❛ incoming trauma doctor cullen, eta 2 minutes, they’re saying it was a car crash- we don’t know the specifics of any injuries yet. ❜ & then she turned to the nurse, forcing a smile that looked realistic. ❛ was there something you needed ? ❜ thankfully the nurse hadn’t bothered trying anything else, instead stalking back of to the patients she was supposed to be looking after. with a swift turn of her heel, rosalie had been quick to resume her journey to the incoming paeds trauma, carlysle quickly falling into step next to her, with the unusual decision of his to be annoying. ❛ would you have preferred it if i’d come back later once she’d ignored your request to leave for the fourth time ? ❜ she asked in response, voice sharp as she raised an eyebrow at him to punctuate her question. ❛ besides, the others are going to want your help with this kid too. ❜
𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐊𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒, as among the passengers of the discovery– booth deering was nestled in within the ranks of the all-too human masses gathering atop the forecastle of the ship. it had been many weeks of seafaring and the trip for many had not been easy— to see the land they so desired to set foot upon, many had prayed for over the past weeks. the weeping of little children at night had become a common occurrence to ears that could pick up the slightest hitch in breath... or falter in the beat of a heart. at least one of the crewmen booth had known of, had been lost to the thrashing waves of a storm and flung over board, tossed to chilly sea foam and pitch black waters. he’d yet to have ever traveled so far from home, and now that he has... booth can see why it was that his father had been so hesitant to ever allow it in the first place. the sea was no place for a boy, that was one of the many reasons the man had used before, keeping his flesh and blood anchored to england’s rocky shores.
“ mother, look ! “ a little boy cries to his left, perched upon his father’s shoulders and staring down to an otter that peered it’s small head out from gray waters, watching as the ship was dragged into a make shift harbor and it’s anchor laid to rest at the bottom of the river’s edge. the boats landing to be placed down joining ship to dock, it was as if a collective release of breath fell over both crew and passengers— even booth having found himself exhaling as the first passenger stepped down from the discovery and onto dry land.
it was a day for celebration, or so booth could gather from the excitement that bristled from onlookers, new arrivals greeting their loved ones, and strangers that would soon turn into thy neighbor. however of all these people, only one stood out as an exceptional beacon on an otherwise hazy new land— the good doctor, or so booth’s father had been keen to call him.
“ carlisle ? “ booth’s eyes are dark in this light— yet even from under the brim of a hat, the young man can see just how brilliantly golden the doctor’s are. shimmering with the kind of light that the gods cherished, and that icarus had burned himself trying to reach for. “ my name is booth— booth deering. i was told you were expecting me. “ / @curesire gets a plotted starter !
