051.1. Muse prompt

[loganthebrave]

"Human Tough I gotta know it's real
I'm tired of people sellin' their sex appeal
Human Touch I need human love
no imitations of oh baby."
Human Touch, Alanis Morissette

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Logan was quiet on the limousine ride through the brightly lit streets of New York that night. When Eric had offered to hold his hand, all his lover had received was a warning glare, the silver glean in his plenty to tell Eric that he needed to tread carefully here. Despite the situation, and the cruel, cruel way it had all come about to haunt them, this was Logan's Childer and volatile wasn't even an adequate enough way to describe how precarious Asher's response could be. Here Logan was, with Asher's soul mate's scent all over him, even on his lips. There was no doubt about it, tonight could be the night Logan lost his Kindred life. But it was a risk he was willing to take for the glimmer of hope that it might save Asher's restless and haunted existed suspended between their two worlds.

( His fingers were tapping a soft rhythm against his knee as they crawled through the streets of the Upper East Side and reached the Fifth Avenue apartment block where Asher resided in the penthouse... )

051.5. Misc prompt

[abeautifulnightmare]

"One look (one look), could kill (could kill), my pain, your thrill...
I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I wanna too much (too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison"
- Poison, by Alice Cooper

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It was right out the front of the building where Brodie lived that Asher had halted, coming to a dead stop at the base of the stairs. He was bathed in a stream of light from the street light above and his hand came to rest on the wrought iron rail of the stairs where his long fingers brushed over the chilled metal. Brodie had touched this, he could feel it. His silver eyes dropped to the brass numbers on the door, emphasising for him that he had the right place. He had stalked block after block in the shadows, Kindred speed in his favour, even though he worked to remain hidden. Anyone could assume he was stalking pray if he had been seen, and maybe in a sense, he was. There was just not a single fibre of him that would ever let him think of Brodie as prey. Brodie was his love, his heart, his soul, his everything. And he had thrown it all away, making his life not worth living.

( He had little self-control left by this point... )

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[bloodstainedheart]

Would some kind soul like to take my other half off me for, say, a week? Just until he gets over spontaneously serenading me with a song apparently called 'Royals'. He is house-trained, I promise.

"Or a beautiful nightmare..."

[abeautifulnightmare]

Who: Asher Rose, Eric Knight, and Logan Buchanan
What: When everything goes horribly wrong
Where: Brodie's place
When: Follows THIS

Coming out of a frenzy and realising what you had done was terrifying enough without coming out of one realising what you had done to the love of your life. Asher had lost control, and drained Brodie to the point where his heart was only just bleeding. He didn't know what it was that stopped him, but it was too late for many reasons. Their clothes had been close to being ripped off, and Brodie was now lying limp in his arms, unconscious. There was blood smeared over his throat and Asher's face, hands, and clothing. He only just managed to sweep his tongue over the puncture wounds at Brodie's throat to heal them before the shock and terror of what he had just done was drowned out by an incredibly feeling of sickness and pain. He hadn't felt anything like this since being human, and even then, this was horrifically worse.

He still had Brodie's body nursed in his arms, but he doubled over in pain. It was only now that he was realising that Brodie's blood wasn't sweet, or pure, of incredibly satiating like it should have been. It tasted like dirt and disease and sickness, and Asher had just taken his entire fill in a frenzy that he had been overcome with, unable to resist Brodie once he was right there in front of him. "No..." he choked out, hand grabbed at a fistful of Brodie's shirt over his heart. In a panic, he fumbled his cell phone out and called Eric. He didn't know what else to do. He was sitting there nursing Brodie's limp and unconscious form, both of them smeared with blood, and if Brodie didn't get to a hospital immediately, he was going to die.

Before Eric picked up, he ended the call and instead dialled Saxon's number. Saxon came in lightning quick speed and had scooped Brodie's body up from Asher's arms, leaving immediately to find some sort of way to get him to the hospital without any suspicions being triggered. No blood was spilled in Brodie's apartment, so Asher left, stumbling out onto the road and falling to his knees by one of the trees lining the path. He didn't know what was happening to him. He felt like he was dying, like Brodie's blood had poisoned him. He began to purge then, spilling out of him and over the dirt at the base of the tree. If anyone not Kindred happened across this sight, it would probably terrify them. He was still purging the blood when he got his cell phone out again and only just managed to hit call on Eric's number. He could hear Eric trying to talk to him on the end of the line, but Asher was in no condition to reply. He had to just hope and pray his Sire and his lover realised something was wrong.

Very, very wrong.

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[abeautifulnightmare]

Hurting someone you love more than life itself is the greatest mistake of all.

@ muserevival // 051.1. Muse prompt

[lostinthefairytale]

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"Spare me your judgements and spare me your dreams
Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams."
Thistles & Weeds, Mumford & Sons

Brodie was so confused, groggy and disoriented when he woke up that he didn't even realise he was in a hospital. His body was so weak that it felt like it was wrapped in wet sheets, making moving a struggle. There was also the fact that by the time he got his eyes open a little, his vision was blurry because he was sans his glasses or contacts. It was only putting a hand up to rub his face that he realised his arm was restricted by IV lines feeding into his hand. He was frowning from a pulsing headache and turned his head to follow the tubes up to where they were connected to the IV bags. One was yellow, one clear, the other a deep red.

( What the fuck? )

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[kindredprince]

Going to visit one of my favourite people of all time. And what a very long time it has been...