#godbrks

a game of telephone / accepting

wherever we are / accepting

the pouring rain has been nothing short of relentless , slamming hard enough against the windshield that the wipers can no longer keep up . wells made the conscious decision to pull over , which elena appreciated ( and likely would've requested anyway ) . she's dealt with enough car accidents that couldn't be prevented to be bothered putting herself , or him , in a situation that could get dicey .

mid drink, isa lets go of the plastic straw her fingers were cradling as the two of them caught up. every instinct in her body see's red. lips tremble, a breath is caught in her throat . . eyes watery. isa knows exactly who @godbrks is talking about. ❝ you should know better wellsy . . . ❞

eyes narrow as her vampire senses pick up his words, there was a hint of desperation at the end of his voice that is cute to isa. lips are wet from her tongue swiping across it. ❝ . . . then don't, cutie. ❞

heated kisses in the decked - out bed of @godbrks' truck.

the metal of the truck bed digs harshly into josef's hip despite the blankets piled haphazardly underneath them. josef finds he doesn't care all too much about the steadily growing ache, mouth far too busy locked against wells', hands clumsy where they're dug into dark curls. legs so tangled together that a voice distant in the back of josef's head tells him that detangling is going to be a mess of knees bumping together harshly. that's a problem for them in the distant future. he's far more interested in finding out how he can meld himself closer to wells without breaking his mouth apart any longer than the time it takes to take a short, gasping breath before diving back in. teeth brush against lips, and eventually an awful ache brewing in josef's jaw forces him to pull away longer than a moment. there's a trail of drool connecting between their mouths, and the simple act of noticing it makes the heat in his stomach grow stronger.

❝ hey, ❞ his voice comes out low and slow. his thumb presses lightly against well's cheek, a chanced look into his eyes for a moment before head is tilting to replace his thumb with a press of his mouth. he pulls back and lays his head back down to observe wells and his kiss - swollen lips in earnest. ❝ it's starting to get kinda dark out. ❞ no movement is made to get up, to gather their things for a long drive back. he only seems to lean further into wells, pupils blown wide and pale cheeks flushed red in the dwindling sunlight.

"Which people? Like, genuinely.... because it matters."

"I need a direction and I can win this game."

𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝐤𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝐲𝖔𝖚 . . .

cue the furrowing of blond brows, laugh leaving his nose in the form of a huff – bridge of it scrunching up, amused at this young lycan's phrasing & the implication it holds.       ❝    i have been alive over two and a half centuries now. i have traveled across foreign seas and soil and shared company with beings harboring such ancient power, to comprehend it would make your drug addled little head spin on your shoulders.     ❞    thin sheet of ice spreading from spoken words to cerulean gaze thaws as quickly as it had begun to freeze over, replaced with a tight smile. lestat rolls their wrist, fingers loosely curled & palm skyward in a gesture that implores, dares the boy to continue.        ❝     but i am always in search of new knowledge in these ever - changing modern times. so please, do share with me.     ❞