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Aug. 9th, 2014 12:11 am
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changedlikearemixWho? Greg Kent and Xavier Carlisle
What? Recovery
When? After Trystan's frenzy
Where? The Carlisle/Kent estate
When Greg finally came to, the first thing he was even remotely aware of was just the pain. In his frenzied state, Trystan had definitely done some damage to Greg, and there was no denying that it was painful. But the second sensation was that Xavier was close. Weakened, but close, and Greg's eyes opened, gratefully holding onto his lover's hand. He gave a weak little grunt before shifting a little, trying to get comfortable but finding no relief for the pain.
"Xav," he murmured softly, his own voice weak. "Xav, it hurts... Wha' happen'?" His memory leading up to this was blurry at best, and he wanted Xav to tell him exactly why he was in pain. But the one thing he did remember was t ask, "Trystan? Skye? Are they okay?"
What? Recovery
When? After Trystan's frenzy
Where? The Carlisle/Kent estate
When Greg finally came to, the first thing he was even remotely aware of was just the pain. In his frenzied state, Trystan had definitely done some damage to Greg, and there was no denying that it was painful. But the second sensation was that Xavier was close. Weakened, but close, and Greg's eyes opened, gratefully holding onto his lover's hand. He gave a weak little grunt before shifting a little, trying to get comfortable but finding no relief for the pain.
"Xav," he murmured softly, his own voice weak. "Xav, it hurts... Wha' happen'?" His memory leading up to this was blurry at best, and he wanted Xav to tell him exactly why he was in pain. But the one thing he did remember was t ask, "Trystan? Skye? Are they okay?"
[ VOICEMAIL ] To Ben
Mar. 2nd, 2014 04:26 pmbloodstainedheart"Benjamin, something horrific has happened. I need you to come to the estate as a matter of urgency. Trystan has devoured Skye and he would have taken her had Greg not intervened. He has harmed Greg and I cannot trust myself to guide Trystan without severely harming him. We do not know if Skye will survive. You are Ventrue, you can guide him in Greg's absence. I cannot leave his side, for I fear what I may do if left to my own decision. I desperately need you help."
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muserevival // 058.3. Drabble
Mar. 2nd, 2014 04:19 pmbloodstainedheartHERE @ muserevival
Volatile
Xavier was only barely hanging onto his own shaky and volatile control. Greg was in their bed, weak and groggy, lying there while Wesley attended to the large, blooded gashes from his neck down to his chest. Xavier had been able to heal the smaller wounds, but the ones Trystan had caused attacking his brother when Greg made the terrible mistake of trying to pull him off Skye... they would take a lot longer to heal. Days, even. For now, they had to fall back on human remedy, and it was fortunate they had a doctor friend who could suture and dress the wound so Greg didn’t keep bleeding all over the place.
Greg was weak, and therefore so was Xavier. It was probably the only thing stopping him from frenzying himself. It had probably been the only thing that stopped him killing Trystan on the spot for harming his mate. That would have only angered Greg, with Trystan being his Sire. It was a huge mess, and Xavier couldn’t leave Greg’s side, or let go of his hand. The whole world could crumble around them, and he wouldn’t move. Greg’s safety trumped everything else in Xavier’s world, and even though he was usually the peacekeeper, this time, all he could focus on was not ripping Wesley to shreds for touching his fragile and ailing mate.
These were the times he despised being Kindred. These were the times when there was no other option but to let the animal within rule, when the entirety of their world consisted of trying not to lose hold of the priceless ribbons of humanity they could still cherish. To love someone so much you chose to bond with their blood for eternity, he was learning now could be the most wonderful thing... and the most horrific.
Volatile
Xavier was only barely hanging onto his own shaky and volatile control. Greg was in their bed, weak and groggy, lying there while Wesley attended to the large, blooded gashes from his neck down to his chest. Xavier had been able to heal the smaller wounds, but the ones Trystan had caused attacking his brother when Greg made the terrible mistake of trying to pull him off Skye... they would take a lot longer to heal. Days, even. For now, they had to fall back on human remedy, and it was fortunate they had a doctor friend who could suture and dress the wound so Greg didn’t keep bleeding all over the place.
Greg was weak, and therefore so was Xavier. It was probably the only thing stopping him from frenzying himself. It had probably been the only thing that stopped him killing Trystan on the spot for harming his mate. That would have only angered Greg, with Trystan being his Sire. It was a huge mess, and Xavier couldn’t leave Greg’s side, or let go of his hand. The whole world could crumble around them, and he wouldn’t move. Greg’s safety trumped everything else in Xavier’s world, and even though he was usually the peacekeeper, this time, all he could focus on was not ripping Wesley to shreds for touching his fragile and ailing mate.
These were the times he despised being Kindred. These were the times when there was no other option but to let the animal within rule, when the entirety of their world consisted of trying not to lose hold of the priceless ribbons of humanity they could still cherish. To love someone so much you chose to bond with their blood for eternity, he was learning now could be the most wonderful thing... and the most horrific.
@ muserevival // Quote of the Day 052.
Mar. 2nd, 2014 03:28 pmintheairtonightHERE @ muserevival
“Life contains but two tragedies. One is not to get your heart's desire; the other is to get it.”
- George Bernard Shaw
There was no reason for Trystan to think tonight would be any different to any other night he visited his brother at his almost palace-like estate in Westchester. Trystan had his own expensive penthouse bachelor pad in the Upper East Side, but he was a regular presence at his brother's place. Though lately, he had been making himself scarce because he didn't want to run into Skye. He didn't know what the hell was going on with his senses, but whenever she had been in the same room with him, he kept feeling like he was on the cusp of losing total control. He could block it for a short while, but anything longer, and he actually began to get quite aggressive. He had put it down to the fact she was his brother's Vessel. With Greg as his Sire, maybe he just desired to feed from her too, but that wouldn't fucking work. There was no way in fucking hell a Vessel could sustain three Kindred with fresh blood.
( He also wouldn't admit to anyone that he was jealous that she was Greg's Vessel... )
“Life contains but two tragedies. One is not to get your heart's desire; the other is to get it.”
- George Bernard Shaw
There was no reason for Trystan to think tonight would be any different to any other night he visited his brother at his almost palace-like estate in Westchester. Trystan had his own expensive penthouse bachelor pad in the Upper East Side, but he was a regular presence at his brother's place. Though lately, he had been making himself scarce because he didn't want to run into Skye. He didn't know what the hell was going on with his senses, but whenever she had been in the same room with him, he kept feeling like he was on the cusp of losing total control. He could block it for a short while, but anything longer, and he actually began to get quite aggressive. He had put it down to the fact she was his brother's Vessel. With Greg as his Sire, maybe he just desired to feed from her too, but that wouldn't fucking work. There was no way in fucking hell a Vessel could sustain three Kindred with fresh blood.
( He also wouldn't admit to anyone that he was jealous that she was Greg's Vessel... )
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.
"Stone cold crazy."
Feb. 19th, 2014 12:42 amallaloneinthemoonlightWho: Seamus O'Reilly and Greg Kent
What: Out of control
Where: Carlisle Estate
When: Follows THIS and THIS
It had been a few days since Seamus made the decision to stay away from Luka so he didn't cause Jett more discontent. The thing was, Seamus was somewhat notorious for being a very calm Kindred. In his Kindred life, he could count on one hand the amount of frenzies he had, and most of those had been when he had been a childer learning to cope with being taken against his will (albeit, a better option than drowning). The theory was that his soul link was to music, which brought him a contentment most didn't have the luxury of. It was true, music was within him. Without it, he would have ended his Kindred life. It was what calmed him, and as a result, he had always been one of the safest Kindred to be around.
He was also somewhat skeptical in that knowledge that he would find a soul mate. At least, a human one that wasn't developed in a symphony or on sheet music. When the other Kindred in his inner circle began to make noises that there was a chance Luka could be his soul mate, he hadn't exactly scoffed at it, but he had definitely not believed it because it seemed like a crazy as fuck notion. About as likely as finding the Holy Grail. He had thought steering clear of Luka was best for both Luka and Jett, and he had gone on his merry wee way diving into his music to try to distract himself to the lingering niggle in his gut that he put down to worrying about Luka after he had been sick.
The first night, he had been okay... ish. He hadn't been in the best of moods and even had an argument with Xavier about basically nothing that simply boiled down to him disrespecting Xavier inadvertently. The second night, he had wandered the streets of New York searching for a feed, but nothing gave him the senses that it would satisfy his hunger. He ended up more stalking the streets and fed from some random person and then wiped their mind of it. It was careless and normally he would feel guilt over an action like that, but he had returned to the manor without giving the mortal a second thought. The third night, he spent in the music room playing basically every angry song in the history of music and when it didn't placate him, he tore the drapes off the curtains with his claws and frenzied, smashing one of Xavier's prized stained glass windows.
And now it was the fourth night, and something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He had away from his day sleep feeling on edge. Feeding didn't help, so he tried again and ended up overpowering one of the maids, scaring the shit out of her. He stopped mid-feed and looked at the woman. She looked terrified, but she was also not Luka. Why wasn't she Luka? It was then that something felt like it was tearing him up inside, and with his Kindred light speed, he was soon tearing through the manor, but Xavier was nowhere to be found. Instead, Greg was in the sitting room and Seamus pounced on him with such strength, he knocked the seat back Greg was sitting on and he was now straddled over him, hands gripped at the collar of Greg's expensive shirt. He was about a step away from a frenzy, and he was terrified inside.
"HELP ME! HELP ME!" he screamed in his face, fangs bared as he gripped at Greg for dear life.
What: Out of control
Where: Carlisle Estate
When: Follows THIS and THIS
It had been a few days since Seamus made the decision to stay away from Luka so he didn't cause Jett more discontent. The thing was, Seamus was somewhat notorious for being a very calm Kindred. In his Kindred life, he could count on one hand the amount of frenzies he had, and most of those had been when he had been a childer learning to cope with being taken against his will (albeit, a better option than drowning). The theory was that his soul link was to music, which brought him a contentment most didn't have the luxury of. It was true, music was within him. Without it, he would have ended his Kindred life. It was what calmed him, and as a result, he had always been one of the safest Kindred to be around.
He was also somewhat skeptical in that knowledge that he would find a soul mate. At least, a human one that wasn't developed in a symphony or on sheet music. When the other Kindred in his inner circle began to make noises that there was a chance Luka could be his soul mate, he hadn't exactly scoffed at it, but he had definitely not believed it because it seemed like a crazy as fuck notion. About as likely as finding the Holy Grail. He had thought steering clear of Luka was best for both Luka and Jett, and he had gone on his merry wee way diving into his music to try to distract himself to the lingering niggle in his gut that he put down to worrying about Luka after he had been sick.
The first night, he had been okay... ish. He hadn't been in the best of moods and even had an argument with Xavier about basically nothing that simply boiled down to him disrespecting Xavier inadvertently. The second night, he had wandered the streets of New York searching for a feed, but nothing gave him the senses that it would satisfy his hunger. He ended up more stalking the streets and fed from some random person and then wiped their mind of it. It was careless and normally he would feel guilt over an action like that, but he had returned to the manor without giving the mortal a second thought. The third night, he spent in the music room playing basically every angry song in the history of music and when it didn't placate him, he tore the drapes off the curtains with his claws and frenzied, smashing one of Xavier's prized stained glass windows.
And now it was the fourth night, and something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He had away from his day sleep feeling on edge. Feeding didn't help, so he tried again and ended up overpowering one of the maids, scaring the shit out of her. He stopped mid-feed and looked at the woman. She looked terrified, but she was also not Luka. Why wasn't she Luka? It was then that something felt like it was tearing him up inside, and with his Kindred light speed, he was soon tearing through the manor, but Xavier was nowhere to be found. Instead, Greg was in the sitting room and Seamus pounced on him with such strength, he knocked the seat back Greg was sitting on and he was now straddled over him, hands gripped at the collar of Greg's expensive shirt. He was about a step away from a frenzy, and he was terrified inside.
"HELP ME! HELP ME!" he screamed in his face, fangs bared as he gripped at Greg for dear life.
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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.
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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. 7th, 2014 04:46 pmdesperatebelieverThat awkward moment where some dude you don't know called Greg asks you to play the Pull My Finger game with him... and you do.
"I'll be your warrior of care."
Jan. 26th, 2014 11:33 pmbloodstainedheartWho: Xavier Carlisle, Skye Love (and later Greg Kent)
What: Children should be seen and not heard
Where: En route to the Carlisle Estate, Westchester
When: Follows THIS and THIS
Xavier had the patience of a Saint. That much was evident in his choice of mate. However, when his temper had a reason to be arced up, there was no doubt about it that he could be very, very dangerous if he needed to be. He was the eldest of the Primogens on the Council, and therefore he did command a level of respect. Even Ben often sought Xavier's guidance in his decisions as Prince on the regular.
So, exiting the board room of the Council meet to find Skye slumped over unconscious in one of the cushy leather chairs in the waiting area just by the door to Ben's office, Xavier's temper had most definitely snapped. He had swooped over to her, checking for a pulse, and Jett's scent was dripping off her. Jett, whom Molly had just been fretting about when he had disappeared from the meeting room without word. Xavier had scooped Skye up into his arms, and before any of his colleagues had a chance to approached, his protective mechanisms were kicking in. Eyes a vicious silver and fangs bared, they knew not to come a step closer or they wouldn't live to tell the tale. Molly was pierced with the most ferocious of glares and even earned a warning growl, Xavier letting her know loud and clear that he knew exactly who had harmed Skye. If she didn't pull her childer into line, Xavier would take matters into his own hands. Leaving his vessel in this state more than warranted that, as far as he was concerned.
He just left without any farewells or goodbyes. Everyone knew better than to get in his way when he was primed. He bundled Skye up into his limousine and instructed his driver to go straight home. Greg had left earlier, boredom setting in when the meeting took longer than he hoped. By the time Skye began to come around, Xavier had calmed somewhat. His fangs were retracted and his eyes back to their green/blue hue they normally were. He held her out a glass of straight brandy from the mini bar in the limousine.
"Drink," he instructed quietly. She needed something to regain her strength and it wasn't like he could make her a strong cup of coffee in a limo. "Slowly."
What: Children should be seen and not heard
Where: En route to the Carlisle Estate, Westchester
When: Follows THIS and THIS
Xavier had the patience of a Saint. That much was evident in his choice of mate. However, when his temper had a reason to be arced up, there was no doubt about it that he could be very, very dangerous if he needed to be. He was the eldest of the Primogens on the Council, and therefore he did command a level of respect. Even Ben often sought Xavier's guidance in his decisions as Prince on the regular.
So, exiting the board room of the Council meet to find Skye slumped over unconscious in one of the cushy leather chairs in the waiting area just by the door to Ben's office, Xavier's temper had most definitely snapped. He had swooped over to her, checking for a pulse, and Jett's scent was dripping off her. Jett, whom Molly had just been fretting about when he had disappeared from the meeting room without word. Xavier had scooped Skye up into his arms, and before any of his colleagues had a chance to approached, his protective mechanisms were kicking in. Eyes a vicious silver and fangs bared, they knew not to come a step closer or they wouldn't live to tell the tale. Molly was pierced with the most ferocious of glares and even earned a warning growl, Xavier letting her know loud and clear that he knew exactly who had harmed Skye. If she didn't pull her childer into line, Xavier would take matters into his own hands. Leaving his vessel in this state more than warranted that, as far as he was concerned.
He just left without any farewells or goodbyes. Everyone knew better than to get in his way when he was primed. He bundled Skye up into his limousine and instructed his driver to go straight home. Greg had left earlier, boredom setting in when the meeting took longer than he hoped. By the time Skye began to come around, Xavier had calmed somewhat. His fangs were retracted and his eyes back to their green/blue hue they normally were. He held her out a glass of straight brandy from the mini bar in the limousine.
"Drink," he instructed quietly. She needed something to regain her strength and it wasn't like he could make her a strong cup of coffee in a limo. "Slowly."
@ muserevival ♠ Quote of the Day 035.
Jan. 23rd, 2014 11:45 pmbloodstainedheartHERE @ muserevival
“Flowers are happy things.”
- P. G. Wodehouse
The past few days - or nights, rather - had been restless for Xavier. He had things on his mind and he had a tendency to brood through things. He wasn't audacious, by any means. He was more of the cool, calm and collected sort, much to the often stereotypical traits of his Clan. It was also another reason why Greg had proven to be the Yin to his Yang. They could truly be polar opposites more often than not, and it went with Xavier's true belief that soul mates were not intended to match, but compliment both each other's strengths and their weaknesses with a bold balance to build a sturdy foundation of literally forever together.
( When he got into one of these 'moods', as Greg would simple put it, there was only one thing that could really placate and soothe him... )
“Flowers are happy things.”
- P. G. Wodehouse
The past few days - or nights, rather - had been restless for Xavier. He had things on his mind and he had a tendency to brood through things. He wasn't audacious, by any means. He was more of the cool, calm and collected sort, much to the often stereotypical traits of his Clan. It was also another reason why Greg had proven to be the Yin to his Yang. They could truly be polar opposites more often than not, and it went with Xavier's true belief that soul mates were not intended to match, but compliment both each other's strengths and their weaknesses with a bold balance to build a sturdy foundation of literally forever together.
( When he got into one of these 'moods', as Greg would simple put it, there was only one thing that could really placate and soothe him... )
[TEXT TO Xavier Carlisle]
Jan. 23rd, 2014 12:58 amchangedlikearemixSo, as I sit here at a gay bar on the prowl for something fresh, I've found myself ending up judging their clothes based on whether or not you'd let me out of the house in them. And I find myself also wondering -- Darling, are you yourself the origin of the word "fabulous"? Because the word itself always brings to mind a picture of you, and also you're old enough to be the origin of some words.