#vxriite

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Hinge left open, Kit passed through. The sound of the ancient and creaking door doing nothing to mask the hitch in his breathing. That was the thing about VAMPIRES, there was nothing that could ever go amiss, not unless they let themselves go.

“ Atticus would like to have a word with you, SIR. ” Kit spoke aloud, doing his best to MOCK the many staff that Jake had at his every beck and call. When he finally managed to get himself to stand across from where the other young male sat, his face no longer held any lasting jest. He squeezed onto the papers in his hands, he may have crushed them somewhat, but at the time couldn’t very much bother to care. 

“ There’s nothing out there left for me. ” He paused, trying to steady the words he had come prepared to say, eyes trained on the ground below. Kit had thought through this for hours, days, weeks even. The entirety of the time that came between his and Jake’s birthday, Kit had spent his hours locked up in his room, only emerging to to supply Jake with what he needed. Never spoke a word, simply remained, silent. Still, these so-called practiced words came out choppy and cluttered. “ You’ve seen what’s out there. People, Vampires, everyTHING out in our world that is left, it’s being torn to shreds. Being in this cage doesn’t mean that I lack any and all freedom. Freedom means more than what confines you. It’s what you can find in the spaces you’re limited to, the spaces BETWEEN. There are things that one can still find value in, even if it’s not quite the same. And that life?? The one I had before all this?? It was LONELY. And I’m not…I’m not saying that this arrangement is any better. But at least there’s someone else to sha– I get bored. ” The papers that had only just rested gingerly between his fingers were now face up on his palm. Eyes wide and unsure, Kit’s gaze no longer held the floor. He looked up at Jake.

'learn how to use your fingers first, and then we can talk about mine.'

vxriite said: also Yaga is making kissy faces and noises at him

My muse has just discovered their dark side and is rather enjoying it. Send me “What’s happened to you?” for my muse’s reaction to yours discovering them at their worst.

Bottle of bourbon in one hand,  blunt knife in the other. A mutated corps twisted in puddle of its own blood. He sat in a chair in the middle of the living room of his mothers house, a cigarette between his lips. The room was dark, curtains drawn. His phone buzzed on a near by table, 32 miss calls. Bloody fingers pulled the cigarette from his lips, his eyes glazed over like all light and worries had perished. He pushed himself up when his brother asked him the question, a wicket little grin touching against his lips and he walked closer. He offered the knife, and a pat to his brothers shoulder then heading out the door. “Problem solved.”

[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following;

my opinion on;

character in general: Kit, Kit, Kit. I have a thing for the anti-hero, so the fact that he has entered my life has made me extremely happy. Even though he’s kind of a douche. Ava is agreeing. But, with his backstory, I can’t blame him too much.how they play them: Yet another OC that gets my motor runnin’. In short: excellently! I’m always excited when I see Kit on my dash. I always want to know more about him–everything about him his intriguing. the mun: Ash was so kind to me the first time that we talked, that I couldn’t believe she was real. She also spoke quite a bit, but I thought it was cute. Plus, I enjoy talkative people. She can ramble to me anytime she wants.

do i;

follow them: Yes!rp with them: Yes! I want more threads. I’m greedy.want to rp with them: Always and forever.ship their character with mine: PERHAPS. I am down for seeing what happens with them, as well. But I’m open to the idea. Their chemistry is interesting. Too bad Kit finds the fact that he keeps running into her annoying. He should be so fortunate that he sees such beauty on a regular basis.

what is my;

overall opinion: