Jan. 31st, 2014
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muserevival // 054.1. Muse prompt
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lostinthefairytaleHERE @ muserevival
"Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you"
- Say Something, A Great Big World
It was over 11 hours drive from New York City to Charleston in South Carolina, but it was some time alone that Brodie used to think. Think a lot. More than he had let himself think ever since he got that phone call that Asher was dead. He told Caleb he was going, and of course, Caleb wasn't going to let him go on such a long trip on his own. But this was something Brodie needed to do, and he needed to do it on his own. He left just after lunch and made it back home around midnight. The cold was sobering, and he drove the last leg of the trip with the window down a little, the icy air blowing in his face, keeping him awake but also reminding him of the reality of what he was doing.
( His actions probably seemed crazy to some, but that's exactly what he felt like he was at the moment... )
"Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you"
- Say Something, A Great Big World
It was over 11 hours drive from New York City to Charleston in South Carolina, but it was some time alone that Brodie used to think. Think a lot. More than he had let himself think ever since he got that phone call that Asher was dead. He told Caleb he was going, and of course, Caleb wasn't going to let him go on such a long trip on his own. But this was something Brodie needed to do, and he needed to do it on his own. He left just after lunch and made it back home around midnight. The cold was sobering, and he drove the last leg of the trip with the window down a little, the icy air blowing in his face, keeping him awake but also reminding him of the reality of what he was doing.
( His actions probably seemed crazy to some, but that's exactly what he felt like he was at the moment... )
054.4. Ten Things
Jan. 31st, 2014 10:24 pmdesperatebelieverHERE @ muserevival
Ten traits you wished you had more of
( 1 ) Courage
( 2 ) Self-control
( 3 ) Confidence
( 4 ) Resilience
( 5 ) High pain tolerance
( 6 ) Willpower
( 7 ) Happiness
( 8 ) Trust
( 9 ) Love
( 10 ) Hope
Ten traits you wished you had more of
( 1 ) Courage
( 2 ) Self-control
( 3 ) Confidence
( 4 ) Resilience
( 5 ) High pain tolerance
( 6 ) Willpower
( 7 ) Happiness
( 8 ) Trust
( 9 ) Love
( 10 ) Hope
"Lately I'm a desperate believer..."
Jan. 31st, 2014 10:40 pmdesperatebelieverWho: Luka Delaney and Molly Pierce
What: "There's no changing yesterday."
Where: Knightshead Liquor, New York City
When: Thursday evening
Luka had become a stalker... but it was truly just by accident and out of desperation than anything else. The one person he wanted to talk to in New York City, and she was apparently the most infuriatingly elusive woman to reside in the massive place. Or New York was easy to blend in to. He had a feeling it was the latter more than anything. He had her name, but nothing else and it had to be a relatively common name too. There were about five thousand M. Pierces in the New York phone directory. It didn't help that Luka was flying blind and had no idea about this huge city beyond the fact it was as full as fuck of weird people (who probably thought he was just as weird) and he was freezing his arse off. He came from a scorching Aussie summer to this, and he wasn't a fan. But he really was desperate, so he purchased and iPad and then hooked up to the Wi-Fi in his hotel room to start Googling her.
There wasn't a lot, but there was something. She was, in some way, connected to Benjamin and Eric Knight, founders of a company called Knightshead Liquor that had headquaters here in New York City. That was enough for him for now, and hence his transition into creepy as fuck stalker. He was embarrassed for himself really, but what other option did he have?
It was evening, the sun set a short while ago and send the City that Never Sleeps into darkness, and therefore more freezing as fuck weather. Luka was standing on the sidewalk out the front of the Knightshead Liquor skyscraper looming above him. He lit up a cigarette, leaning back against the wall with one foot resting on the marble façade behind him. He was a bit of a mixed bag in his appearance. Black leather pants that laced at the front, black Ugg Boots, a pink sequinned t-shirt under a purple velvet couture jacket. His curly hair had gotten long against, hanging in his eyes that were lined with guyliner and he was in a shade of lipstick that complimented his complexion. Even if, these days, his complexion was pasty at best.
He lost track of time waiting, but as soon as he spotted the woman finally exiting the building, he pushed away from the wall and intercepted her path. His cigarette was only about half-spent, so he held it out and away from her but wasn't willing to just put it out. "You killed my best friend," was his blunt greeting, his Aussie accent blatantly obvious.
What: "There's no changing yesterday."
Where: Knightshead Liquor, New York City
When: Thursday evening
Luka had become a stalker... but it was truly just by accident and out of desperation than anything else. The one person he wanted to talk to in New York City, and she was apparently the most infuriatingly elusive woman to reside in the massive place. Or New York was easy to blend in to. He had a feeling it was the latter more than anything. He had her name, but nothing else and it had to be a relatively common name too. There were about five thousand M. Pierces in the New York phone directory. It didn't help that Luka was flying blind and had no idea about this huge city beyond the fact it was as full as fuck of weird people (who probably thought he was just as weird) and he was freezing his arse off. He came from a scorching Aussie summer to this, and he wasn't a fan. But he really was desperate, so he purchased and iPad and then hooked up to the Wi-Fi in his hotel room to start Googling her.
There wasn't a lot, but there was something. She was, in some way, connected to Benjamin and Eric Knight, founders of a company called Knightshead Liquor that had headquaters here in New York City. That was enough for him for now, and hence his transition into creepy as fuck stalker. He was embarrassed for himself really, but what other option did he have?
It was evening, the sun set a short while ago and send the City that Never Sleeps into darkness, and therefore more freezing as fuck weather. Luka was standing on the sidewalk out the front of the Knightshead Liquor skyscraper looming above him. He lit up a cigarette, leaning back against the wall with one foot resting on the marble façade behind him. He was a bit of a mixed bag in his appearance. Black leather pants that laced at the front, black Ugg Boots, a pink sequinned t-shirt under a purple velvet couture jacket. His curly hair had gotten long against, hanging in his eyes that were lined with guyliner and he was in a shade of lipstick that complimented his complexion. Even if, these days, his complexion was pasty at best.
He lost track of time waiting, but as soon as he spotted the woman finally exiting the building, he pushed away from the wall and intercepted her path. His cigarette was only about half-spent, so he held it out and away from her but wasn't willing to just put it out. "You killed my best friend," was his blunt greeting, his Aussie accent blatantly obvious.
recklessknightWho? Ben and Eric Knight
What? When the shit hits the fan
When? Right after this
Where? Knightshead HQ
Eric was honestly afraid. And he had every right to be as far as he was concerned. Ben was very, very serious about his Princely duties, and Kindred law was pretty clear about what happened when you Embraced someone against their will. Granted, Eric hadn't done the actual Embracing, but he may as well have, considering that he'd forced his lover into it in a frenzy. Logan's only choices had been to Embrace Asher or die right there on the spot.
Regardless, Ben had left no question that he wanted to see Eric, and right this fucking minute, too. He'd insisted on fifteen minutes, and Eric had made it in ten. But it took him nearly the remaining five minutes to work himself up to buzzing the doorbell. This could seriously be the end of his unlife... Final Death. And he wasn't in any hurry to speed that up. But there was nothing else he could do now but press the button to ring the bell.
What? When the shit hits the fan
When? Right after this
Where? Knightshead HQ
Eric was honestly afraid. And he had every right to be as far as he was concerned. Ben was very, very serious about his Princely duties, and Kindred law was pretty clear about what happened when you Embraced someone against their will. Granted, Eric hadn't done the actual Embracing, but he may as well have, considering that he'd forced his lover into it in a frenzy. Logan's only choices had been to Embrace Asher or die right there on the spot.
Regardless, Ben had left no question that he wanted to see Eric, and right this fucking minute, too. He'd insisted on fifteen minutes, and Eric had made it in ten. But it took him nearly the remaining five minutes to work himself up to buzzing the doorbell. This could seriously be the end of his unlife... Final Death. And he wasn't in any hurry to speed that up. But there was nothing else he could do now but press the button to ring the bell.