#unfaes

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 from where jane stands among the forest. nearly half a mile from the cullen home, keeping an eye on them & their little half breed as she had been instructed. the rush of water, sway of trees, the cover of moonlight do little to distract her--however, nose smells a distant scent of wet dog somewhere behind her. ( vampire was well aware of the pack of wolves that reside in this area. much to her dismay, jane was given instructions not to interact nor cause trouble with them if possible. ) a moment passes, but the scent doesn't get farther away but closer. a smirk presses against pale lips, ❛ i didn't know the cullens let dogs so close to their home. ❜ meant as an insult, jane not turning around. ❛ though, you aren't with the pack that lives in forks, are you ? ❜

anyone  else  under  this  amount  of  duress  would've  felt  their  heartbeat  in  their  ears  by  the  time  they  reached  @unfaes.  however  ,  it  had  been  drowned  out  hundreds  of  years  ago  ,  replaced  with  a  yearning  paranoia.  "  i've  .  .  .  "  attempting  to  say  but  has  to  take  another  deep  breath.  pointing  out  towards  the  forest  clearing  ,  though  meaning  much  further  ,  where  she'd  come  from.  "  there's  something  going  on  in  town.  "  a  gasp  of  air  is  pulled  into  her  lungs  ,  making  her  eyes  sting.  "  the  heir  .  .  .  wynonna  .  .  .  she's  on  some  manhunt.  "  a  heartbeat  ,  "  the  trailer  park  is  cleared  out.  with  bobo  gone  ,  they're  freaking  out  !  "  she  pleads  ,  eyes  wide.  blue  hues  glistening  with  help  from  the  growing  moisture  that  resided  there.

feat. aragorn and tristan thorn.

𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌, 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃, but that doesn't mean he's gonna let it be a bad day for his daughter & her mother. hand carefully holds cassandra on his hip, sunglasses covering eyes as he makes his way to where he knew irena would be that afternoon. today, though the weekend, he's informed everyone at the office not to disturb him. no calls, no emails, no sending someone to say how important something is--whatever it is can be dealt with the next day. today was about irena & cassandra. ❛ ready to go get mommy, cas ? yeah, she's gonna be so happy. ❜ hand opens door, bypassing security who knows by face. pushing the door open, the man calls out: ❛ irena ! irena, are you home ? ❜ keys are set aside, hands setting cassandra down as she begins to wiggle. ❛ me & cassandra have a surprise for you, i know how you love those. ❜

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 them. it was something she had never felt before with another—mind so focused on her training, on fighting those who want to overtake her planet & use it for the spice. her mind hadn’t much chance to consider intimate nor romantic partners much. . & she had been fine with it. to love, to be loved, is something everyone wishes for but it does not have to be all there is. a woman can be strong, they can fight, they can be secure in themselves & not be reliant on a man in order to complete her. chani was far too independent to allow a man, or a woman, to dictate to her what her life is or isn’t. however, she believes, something in shifting between them & sihaya isn’t exactly sure what title to put to it.

@unfaes said, [ALMOST] : SENDER AND RECIEVER ARE CENTIMETERS APART, ABOUT TO KISS, BUT SOMETHING INTERRUPTS THEM.

@unfaes  (  sent  in  a  prompt.  )  ❝  i  would've  come  sooner.  i  would've  been  here  if  you'd  only  asked.  ❞

a challenge. he can't help the bark of laughter that leaves him, a touch of madness to the sound that makes him itch to claw out own his lungs, to remove his ability to utter such a thing ever again. ( he is sick, isn't he? ) ❛ i would have to give a damn in order to challenge a thing, love. ❜ and he has not truly cared about anything in a small eternity, he can feel that truth down to his bones. had his capacity to care been stolen from him, or has he simply always been way? born . . . wrong? and he knows their title of monster hunter; perhaps he is expected to be quaking in his boots in response to that revelation. but even if he did not believe he could more than handle his own against most any threat, he can't muster any level of care towards his own existence. an end to the blood whispers, an end to the vile monster crawling beneath his skin, an end to the stabbing pains in his skull . . . the end. how can he do anything other than look forward to blissful oblivion? ❛ but if you are wishing for a fight, i always enjoy the spilling of blood ⸻ regardless of whether it is yours, or my own. ❜