#irefull

     eloping?

@c0kehead

      In her 500+ years of life, Anna had never felt as much unease as she had now. The previous vampire was comfortable with the sense of control, to know what was going on. Waking up in a mysterious house, with all her memories of her death intact, she really did not know what she was doing here. With her lust for blood being long gone, it was exchanged with a longing for knowledge. Wanting to know what she had become. Turning around to inspect the house, she did not expect a blonde boy with a sinister smirk standing behind her. Causing the girl to take a step away, hand clutched into a first were he to attack. ❝ What am I doing here? Who are you? ❞  Perhaps he knew something.

     "There was a scene where the killer broke this woman's fingers.  All ten of them, one by one.  It was cool  --  freaky  --  and I felt.. I felt... weird.  Curious.  Like I would drop dead right there if I didn't find out what it felt like to break each finger one after the other."  Finally, she leisurely tears her eyes away from the ceiling and lets her head fall to the side so she can better see Tate.  "Rationally I knew, you know?  That it'd just fucking hurt.  But still, I wondered.  Spent an hour trying to convince myself not to do it.  That's totally wild, isn't it?"

@irefull  / ♥ ‘d for a random muse - JACK KLEIN.

A strange request, it is.. Pulls at his memory from a more tender, less unbridled time before they discovered the nuances of  their mother. Before Dad mysteriously disappeared, and they learned what the crocodile tears of mourning looked like. The screaming had only begun in their household at the time, when Tate would call out for his brother, seeking any shred of comfort. Not yet plagued with the fury that festered deep in his bones, young Kai had obeyed the call of his sibling. Treaded into his room, and calmed a confused child with a song that would blur the background noise of screams and thrown objects, coming from downstairs. Things are different now. Kai has possessed his freedom for a long time, whereas he’s only just provided his little brother with the shame. The divine ruler, scruffed and crowned cerulean, peers down his risen expression, torn between the instinct to smack the weak out of those broken, sunken eyes, and to obey the request. And so it’s with a deep breath that his decision is gathered in silence, doing well to remind himself that abuse is not the way to achieve the rise of greatness in his brother, and instead, express a little smirk. A hand lowers to comb through Tate’s curls, fanning them against the pillow with tactfully delicate hand. “Little brother..” With a shake of his head, decayed fixtures capture the strength residing inside of him, intending to instill this sensation in his shrunken poet, shriveled in hatred and frustration. “I will sing for you.. But you need to promise me something.” With pause, his jaw will tighten like the draw of a violin’s bow, taking the other’s into his grip with shocking care. “That when you wake up tomorrow morning, you will begin to heal. You will tear these shackles from your ankles preventing you from growing. Mommy dearest isn’t here. And truthfully..it’ll do you good to believe she never was. It’s just us now. Only me. I am your mentor.” @irefull

      as Baby sits next to the person and she’ll look to them for a second before a smile comes to her lips and a leg crosses over the other.  “ you look dark and moody, my favorite type of person. “  teeth catch on her bottom lip, doing a once over again before continuing.  “ I’m gonna keep you company tonight, if that’s okay of course. “

@irefull​   /   CONTINUED !