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muserevival ♠ 057.4. Ten Things
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bloodstainedheartHERE @ muserevival
Ten things you find beautiful
1) My gorgeous soul mate
2) Making love
3) Long kisses
4) Horses
5) English countryside
6) Diamonds
7) Long-stemmed roses
8) Silk shirts
9) Velvet
10) Classic books and music
Ten things you find beautiful
1) My gorgeous soul mate
2) Making love
3) Long kisses
4) Horses
5) English countryside
6) Diamonds
7) Long-stemmed roses
8) Silk shirts
9) Velvet
10) Classic books and music
changedlikearemixWho? Greg Kent and Xavier Carlisle
What? Secrets come out
When? After Xav's chat with Seamus
Where? The Carlisle/Kent estate
Greg had to be honest and admit to himself that he was still recovering from what he'd seen with Luka and Seamus. It was just too close to home, and while he hadn't struggled with anything like PTSD or depression before meeting Xavier, he was all too familiar with the feeling of being in love with someone who was Kindred and not being able to be with them. He could remember the feeling of panic and loneliness and just being lost that had set in when Xavier had walked away from him. Greg couldn't remember a time in his life that he'd ever felt so much like his life was falling apart. He'd always been so organized, so put together. It was necessary in a world like his, where he'd carried on highly illegal activities while also working a completely legitimate job. But once Xavier had stepped out of his life, coming up with a million excuses that ended up making Greg feel like a dirty pair of socks, it had taken its toll, to the point that Greg started slowly losing his shit.
Those days were far behind them, and Greg had never shared them with his lover, because the last thing he wanted was to see the feelings of heartbreak and guilt painted on his face the way they had been on Seamus's when he'd realized that Luka's attempt at taking his life was directly related to him. But now, with everything once again at the forefront of his mind, a part of him was telling him that he had no choice but to tell Xavier the truth. In any relationship, especially a mated partnership as theirs was, it was vital that secrets not be kept anymore than absolutely necessary, and Greg felt that he owed it to his mate, his lover, and the only person to know him so completely, to tell him the last piece of the story.
He just hadn't been quite ready to tell him just now, but when Xav walked into their bedroom, where Greg was lying in bed, trying to read a magazine, and failing completely, he knew that this was the time. The sooner, the better.
What? Secrets come out
When? After Xav's chat with Seamus
Where? The Carlisle/Kent estate
Greg had to be honest and admit to himself that he was still recovering from what he'd seen with Luka and Seamus. It was just too close to home, and while he hadn't struggled with anything like PTSD or depression before meeting Xavier, he was all too familiar with the feeling of being in love with someone who was Kindred and not being able to be with them. He could remember the feeling of panic and loneliness and just being lost that had set in when Xavier had walked away from him. Greg couldn't remember a time in his life that he'd ever felt so much like his life was falling apart. He'd always been so organized, so put together. It was necessary in a world like his, where he'd carried on highly illegal activities while also working a completely legitimate job. But once Xavier had stepped out of his life, coming up with a million excuses that ended up making Greg feel like a dirty pair of socks, it had taken its toll, to the point that Greg started slowly losing his shit.
Those days were far behind them, and Greg had never shared them with his lover, because the last thing he wanted was to see the feelings of heartbreak and guilt painted on his face the way they had been on Seamus's when he'd realized that Luka's attempt at taking his life was directly related to him. But now, with everything once again at the forefront of his mind, a part of him was telling him that he had no choice but to tell Xavier the truth. In any relationship, especially a mated partnership as theirs was, it was vital that secrets not be kept anymore than absolutely necessary, and Greg felt that he owed it to his mate, his lover, and the only person to know him so completely, to tell him the last piece of the story.
He just hadn't been quite ready to tell him just now, but when Xav walked into their bedroom, where Greg was lying in bed, trying to read a magazine, and failing completely, he knew that this was the time. The sooner, the better.
[TEXT MESSAGE] To Molly
Feb. 22nd, 2014 01:57 pmbloodstainedheartMolly darling, Luka tried to take his own life. He was in the hospital this past 24 hours for observation and we have him here at the manor with Seamus now.
"It's always darkest before the dawn..."
Feb. 22nd, 2014 12:23 amallaloneinthemoonlightWho: Seamus O'Reilly and Xavier Carlisle
What: Delusion is pointless
Where: Carlisle Estate
When: Approximately 36 hours after THIS and THIS
It had been about 36 hours since Luka tried to take his own life. It would only be a couple of hours before the sun rose, and Luka had been kept in the hospital for a whole 24 hours, and then some, for observation. Seamus hadn't been able to shake the image of Luka slumped on the bathroom floor in his underwear, blood everywhere. It was only from instinctive need to protect Luka that stopped Seamus going into a frenzy. He had been halfway there, though, and when Greg told him not to entirely heal Luka's wounds so it wouldn't look suspicious to the paramedics, it was probably a miracle Greg didn't literally have his arm bitten off. By this point, Seamus had been in full protective mode, nursing Luka in his arms and not letting Greg near him. Greg knew when to keep his distance, but thank god he had called 911 without seeking Seamus' okay or Seamus could well have done something stupid by that point. It was even Greg's lightning-fast decision making that had him pulling Seamus into a hug against him like he was consoling him so the paramedics wouldn't see that he, well, had fangs and eyeballs that looked like they belonged on a serial killer to humans.
Seamus had gone in the ambulance with Luka, managing to control himself and shift back from his Kindred form. Luka had been in a bad way at that point, and all Seamus had been able to do was look on while they attached him to this tube, and that wire, and stuck this needle into him, and hooked that beeping thing up to him. Seamus knew nothing of medical equipment. Even when he had still be mortal, medicine hadn't been at all this advanced. This was all really confronting to him, but the whole rapid drive to the hospital, he had held Luka's hand. And then thank god for humans who walked with them in The Masquerade. Greg had called Skye to come to the hospital ASAP so Greg and Seamus could depart before the sun had come up. Greg took Seamus back to Luka's hotel room and they waited out for the sun to set again.
When they went back to the hospital, Luka had been out to it... understandably. He had his wrists sutured and they had pumped his stomach. Being night again by that point, though, Xavier had pulled a lot of strings and gotten the Kindred physician, Wesley, to take over Luka's case and it meant that rather than being admitted, Wesley authorised for Luka to be discharged into Xavier's care... or Seamus', rather. Luka had been mostly out of it upon his discharge and Seamus had carried him out to the limousine for the drive back to Westchester. Greg and Xavier rode with him, and the whole time Seamus had Luka's head nursed against his shoulder. When they got to the estate, getting Luka out of the car had been an awkward moment when Luka managed to throw up all over one of Xavier's favourite suits, Seamus' sleeve, Greg's shoes, and the marble stairs. But he had been so out of it that he probably barely even realised what was going on. Seamus had just left Greg and Xavier with the mess and carried Luka to his wing.
Now, hours later, they were in Seamus' bedroom. In his bed, Luka was in a long-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of cotton pyjama pants, out like a light in Seamus' massive antique canopy bed. Beside him, Seamus was lying with him, an arm protectively wrapped around him whilst his other hand was soothing stroking his fingers through Luka's thick curly hair while Luka slept. His eyes had barely left him, watching and feeling to make sure he kept breathing, and on the bed beside them lay a pile of unravelled bandages Seamus had removed to carefully remove the sutures from Luka's wrists to heal the wounds completely. When Xavier came into the room with a soft knock on the door and sat down on the side of the bed beside Seamus, Seamus just glanced at him. "You don't have to say 'I told you so'," he murmured.
What: Delusion is pointless
Where: Carlisle Estate
When: Approximately 36 hours after THIS and THIS
It had been about 36 hours since Luka tried to take his own life. It would only be a couple of hours before the sun rose, and Luka had been kept in the hospital for a whole 24 hours, and then some, for observation. Seamus hadn't been able to shake the image of Luka slumped on the bathroom floor in his underwear, blood everywhere. It was only from instinctive need to protect Luka that stopped Seamus going into a frenzy. He had been halfway there, though, and when Greg told him not to entirely heal Luka's wounds so it wouldn't look suspicious to the paramedics, it was probably a miracle Greg didn't literally have his arm bitten off. By this point, Seamus had been in full protective mode, nursing Luka in his arms and not letting Greg near him. Greg knew when to keep his distance, but thank god he had called 911 without seeking Seamus' okay or Seamus could well have done something stupid by that point. It was even Greg's lightning-fast decision making that had him pulling Seamus into a hug against him like he was consoling him so the paramedics wouldn't see that he, well, had fangs and eyeballs that looked like they belonged on a serial killer to humans.
Seamus had gone in the ambulance with Luka, managing to control himself and shift back from his Kindred form. Luka had been in a bad way at that point, and all Seamus had been able to do was look on while they attached him to this tube, and that wire, and stuck this needle into him, and hooked that beeping thing up to him. Seamus knew nothing of medical equipment. Even when he had still be mortal, medicine hadn't been at all this advanced. This was all really confronting to him, but the whole rapid drive to the hospital, he had held Luka's hand. And then thank god for humans who walked with them in The Masquerade. Greg had called Skye to come to the hospital ASAP so Greg and Seamus could depart before the sun had come up. Greg took Seamus back to Luka's hotel room and they waited out for the sun to set again.
When they went back to the hospital, Luka had been out to it... understandably. He had his wrists sutured and they had pumped his stomach. Being night again by that point, though, Xavier had pulled a lot of strings and gotten the Kindred physician, Wesley, to take over Luka's case and it meant that rather than being admitted, Wesley authorised for Luka to be discharged into Xavier's care... or Seamus', rather. Luka had been mostly out of it upon his discharge and Seamus had carried him out to the limousine for the drive back to Westchester. Greg and Xavier rode with him, and the whole time Seamus had Luka's head nursed against his shoulder. When they got to the estate, getting Luka out of the car had been an awkward moment when Luka managed to throw up all over one of Xavier's favourite suits, Seamus' sleeve, Greg's shoes, and the marble stairs. But he had been so out of it that he probably barely even realised what was going on. Seamus had just left Greg and Xavier with the mess and carried Luka to his wing.
Now, hours later, they were in Seamus' bedroom. In his bed, Luka was in a long-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of cotton pyjama pants, out like a light in Seamus' massive antique canopy bed. Beside him, Seamus was lying with him, an arm protectively wrapped around him whilst his other hand was soothing stroking his fingers through Luka's thick curly hair while Luka slept. His eyes had barely left him, watching and feeling to make sure he kept breathing, and on the bed beside them lay a pile of unravelled bandages Seamus had removed to carefully remove the sutures from Luka's wrists to heal the wounds completely. When Xavier came into the room with a soft knock on the door and sat down on the side of the bed beside Seamus, Seamus just glanced at him. "You don't have to say 'I told you so'," he murmured.
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Feb. 17th, 2014 02:20 ambloodstainedheartIf there is night I did not need someone going into a frenzy, it was last night. I am almost ready to go on strike.
Molly, we need to talk. Extensively.
Molly, we need to talk. Extensively.
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Feb. 14th, 2014 09:14 amchangedlikearemixIf any of you bitches gets the idea of putting his or her fangs where they don't belong and/or Embracing anybody against their will again in the next... Oh, I don't know, eternity... You better rethink your life choices. Valentine's Day should be spent with your lover, alternating between chilling out, and fucking them senseless, but I have to share mine with all of you basic bitches because you have no self-control and fuck things up he has to fix -- I'm looking at you, Eric and Logan. No, I'm not grumpy. Not at all.
lostinthefairytaleWho: Brodie Bradford and Xavier Carlise
What: Reveal
Where: Xavier and Greg's estate, Westchester
When: Follows THIS
This wasn't like any hospital Brodie had ever been in. In fact, it was about 100 times better than any hotel he had been in and that included the expensive one Asher treated them to after he scored his first catwalk spot at Fashion Week. There was no nurse call button either, and Brodie sat up in the bed a little trying to see if he had dropped it. He seriously needed a pee and he was going to pee in the bed, like, ASAP, if someone didn't come to tell him where the bathroom was. It was one of those urgent needs where you were in physical pain by how much you needed to go and he would probably break out in a cold sweat soon if a toilet didn't eventuate in the next few moments.
He pushed up on his hand and looked around, but found no button. "Hello?" he called out. "Uh, nurse? Anyone? Kinda need some help in here." But even sitting up that little bit put pressure on his bladder and he made a soft squeak sound, only just fighting the urge to grab himself like he would have in grade school when he needed the bathroom this bad. He had been a bedwetter when he was a kid and he did not, under any circumstances, want to relive those memories. "These sheets look really expensive and I'm pretty sure whoever owns this hospital isn't going want them ruin. Come on! Like, stat! Or whatever it is you types say..." he added in a mumble, pushing the covers back and planning on finding the bathroom himself.
What: Reveal
Where: Xavier and Greg's estate, Westchester
When: Follows THIS
This wasn't like any hospital Brodie had ever been in. In fact, it was about 100 times better than any hotel he had been in and that included the expensive one Asher treated them to after he scored his first catwalk spot at Fashion Week. There was no nurse call button either, and Brodie sat up in the bed a little trying to see if he had dropped it. He seriously needed a pee and he was going to pee in the bed, like, ASAP, if someone didn't come to tell him where the bathroom was. It was one of those urgent needs where you were in physical pain by how much you needed to go and he would probably break out in a cold sweat soon if a toilet didn't eventuate in the next few moments.
He pushed up on his hand and looked around, but found no button. "Hello?" he called out. "Uh, nurse? Anyone? Kinda need some help in here." But even sitting up that little bit put pressure on his bladder and he made a soft squeak sound, only just fighting the urge to grab himself like he would have in grade school when he needed the bathroom this bad. He had been a bedwetter when he was a kid and he did not, under any circumstances, want to relive those memories. "These sheets look really expensive and I'm pretty sure whoever owns this hospital isn't going want them ruin. Come on! Like, stat! Or whatever it is you types say..." he added in a mumble, pushing the covers back and planning on finding the bathroom himself.
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Feb. 7th, 2014 10:29 amchangedlikearemixThankful to have my love home with me. The place just doesn't feel right if he's not here. ♥
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Feb. 3rd, 2014 09:51 pmbloodstainedheartCan we just go approximately three consecutive days without someone trying to penetrate their fangs into an inappropriate target please? I am old, I need a rest. My Clan are supposed to be the poised and classy ones too.
"I was standing... you were there..."
Feb. 2nd, 2014 11:13 pmdesperatebelieverWho: Luka Delaney, Jett Wilson and Seamus O'Reilly (later with Xavier Carlisle, Molly Pierce and Ben Knight)
What: Two worlds colliding
Where: NYC Kindred HQ
When: In the wake of THIS
After intercepting Molly Pierce which pretty much led to her attempt to brush him off, Luka never really expected her to relent on anything. In fact, after that, he had tried to get away from her, resolute in the fact she wasn't going to help him like she helped Jett and he even tried to fight her elaboration on the whole thing. He used to be such a quiet and together kid, but these days, his mind was all over the place, at best, and he developed a habit of being hooked on his prescription pain medication to numb some of the inner conflict.
But she had relented, he just wasn't sure on what. She told him to promise not to top himself last night, to get some sleep, and meet her back in that same spot the next evening at the same time. Luka didn't sleep. He barely slept much these days with insomnia plaguing him, and then the only time he would crash out would be when he got so exhausted he was almost losing his mind. Last night, nightmares had overridden everything. Flashbacks of Afghanistan, and then the night he got raped because it was fresh in his mind after Molly had pulled him into an alley. So, he freaked, but he admitted she wasn't to know it would trigger shit for him. In saying that, most shit triggered things for him, and it was why he wanted to just... shut himself off for good.
Here they were again, though, and he was silent, pushing himself right into the corner of the elevator with his arms crossed over his chest defensively as they rode up something like 30 stories. He hated heights. He wordlessly followed her up a long corridor and then there were glass security doors the lead into a large marble-floored foyer after fingerprint recognition got Molly in. Once in the foyer, Luka expected to the strip-searched or something, and he desperately hoped they wouldn't want an internal. Instead, he just had to give his name, his address (the hotel anyway) and give his fingerprints for the security register. What the fuck was this Mission Impossible fuckery?
And they were let in through another door by a butler-looking dude in an expensive suit and they were in this large apartment place. It was huge, open-planned with a large conference table to one side of the room and a living area with sprawling leather lounge and wall-sized TV screen and bar. He stepped inside behind Molly, hands buried deep in his pockets and looked around in awe. This place was fucking amazing... and they also weren't alone.
What: Two worlds colliding
Where: NYC Kindred HQ
When: In the wake of THIS
After intercepting Molly Pierce which pretty much led to her attempt to brush him off, Luka never really expected her to relent on anything. In fact, after that, he had tried to get away from her, resolute in the fact she wasn't going to help him like she helped Jett and he even tried to fight her elaboration on the whole thing. He used to be such a quiet and together kid, but these days, his mind was all over the place, at best, and he developed a habit of being hooked on his prescription pain medication to numb some of the inner conflict.
But she had relented, he just wasn't sure on what. She told him to promise not to top himself last night, to get some sleep, and meet her back in that same spot the next evening at the same time. Luka didn't sleep. He barely slept much these days with insomnia plaguing him, and then the only time he would crash out would be when he got so exhausted he was almost losing his mind. Last night, nightmares had overridden everything. Flashbacks of Afghanistan, and then the night he got raped because it was fresh in his mind after Molly had pulled him into an alley. So, he freaked, but he admitted she wasn't to know it would trigger shit for him. In saying that, most shit triggered things for him, and it was why he wanted to just... shut himself off for good.
Here they were again, though, and he was silent, pushing himself right into the corner of the elevator with his arms crossed over his chest defensively as they rode up something like 30 stories. He hated heights. He wordlessly followed her up a long corridor and then there were glass security doors the lead into a large marble-floored foyer after fingerprint recognition got Molly in. Once in the foyer, Luka expected to the strip-searched or something, and he desperately hoped they wouldn't want an internal. Instead, he just had to give his name, his address (the hotel anyway) and give his fingerprints for the security register. What the fuck was this Mission Impossible fuckery?
And they were let in through another door by a butler-looking dude in an expensive suit and they were in this large apartment place. It was huge, open-planned with a large conference table to one side of the room and a living area with sprawling leather lounge and wall-sized TV screen and bar. He stepped inside behind Molly, hands buried deep in his pockets and looked around in awe. This place was fucking amazing... and they also weren't alone.