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abeautifulnightmareWho: 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.
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.
051.1. Muse prompt
Jan. 17th, 2014 01:06 amloganthebrave"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
HERE @ muserevival
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... )
I'm tired of people sellin' their sex appeal
Human Touch I need human love
no imitations of oh baby."
Human Touch, Alanis Morissette
HERE @ muserevival
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... )
lostinthefairytaleWho: Brodie Bradford, Logan Buchanan and Eric Knight
What: The domino effect of consequences
Where: Brodie & Caleb's shoebox apartment, Upper West Side
When: Directly after THIS
Brodie was just completely and utterly freaking out. He was functioning on autopilot by this point because his mind had pretty much began deflecting any rational thought. This whole thing was brushing too close too home and it had ripped open all the old wounds. Seeing the guy lying there bloody on the ground of the undercover parking lot had flashed him back to when the news had come that Asher had been hit by a car and killed in New York. That was the day Brodie was sure his heart had died, and the only thing that even kept him functioning right now was that tiny glimmer of hope by rumour that Asher was still alive somewhere. The whole thing was so strange and unusual. Brodie's rational side knew that Asher was dead and not coming back, but new designs kept coming from Asher's label and there was a conspiracy theory that he had faked his own death to escape the public eye after death threats... or any number of other possibly theories. Brodie thought that if Asher was alive, he would at least have let him know, even if they weren't together anymore. But no confirmation had ever come. Those designs coming from Asher's label were so Asher, though, and how could it just be from old portfolio pieces Asher had left upon his death and now just being manufactured posthumously?
None of it made sense, but as long as there was a flicker of hope, Brodie somehow kept functioning in his life. But functioning was all he did. He wasn't really living, he was never really happy. He had never been happy since he lost Asher, and no matter how much he tried to find something that was a new normal, it was always without Asher and his heart had always remained broken beyond repair. Life these days was just so hard. Waking up most days was hard. Some days, he wished he didn't have to keep waking up. But he did. Because today might be the day Asher wrote to him.
( It was adrenaline that helped him get the poor injured guy with the accent (was it Scottish, Irish?) back to his tiny two-bedroomed apartment... )
TBC...
What: The domino effect of consequences
Where: Brodie & Caleb's shoebox apartment, Upper West Side
When: Directly after THIS
Brodie was just completely and utterly freaking out. He was functioning on autopilot by this point because his mind had pretty much began deflecting any rational thought. This whole thing was brushing too close too home and it had ripped open all the old wounds. Seeing the guy lying there bloody on the ground of the undercover parking lot had flashed him back to when the news had come that Asher had been hit by a car and killed in New York. That was the day Brodie was sure his heart had died, and the only thing that even kept him functioning right now was that tiny glimmer of hope by rumour that Asher was still alive somewhere. The whole thing was so strange and unusual. Brodie's rational side knew that Asher was dead and not coming back, but new designs kept coming from Asher's label and there was a conspiracy theory that he had faked his own death to escape the public eye after death threats... or any number of other possibly theories. Brodie thought that if Asher was alive, he would at least have let him know, even if they weren't together anymore. But no confirmation had ever come. Those designs coming from Asher's label were so Asher, though, and how could it just be from old portfolio pieces Asher had left upon his death and now just being manufactured posthumously?
None of it made sense, but as long as there was a flicker of hope, Brodie somehow kept functioning in his life. But functioning was all he did. He wasn't really living, he was never really happy. He had never been happy since he lost Asher, and no matter how much he tried to find something that was a new normal, it was always without Asher and his heart had always remained broken beyond repair. Life these days was just so hard. Waking up most days was hard. Some days, he wished he didn't have to keep waking up. But he did. Because today might be the day Asher wrote to him.
( It was adrenaline that helped him get the poor injured guy with the accent (was it Scottish, Irish?) back to his tiny two-bedroomed apartment... )
TBC...
"It's all been a pack of lies."
Jan. 11th, 2014 03:29 pmloganthebraveWho: Logan Buchanan and Brodie Bradford
What: Well the hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows
Where: Ironically, The Bitter End
When: A few days after Emmeline and Asher talk
Logan had been restless and edgy lately since Asher kept stonewalling them on offers of help and drawing information, and it led to one of those times he needed to roam when his mood towards Eric became volatile when the fact he had been forced into this just got that little bit too much for him. It was get out for some breathing space, or probably end up in a vicious fight with his lover. He stalked the New York night, hating the fact that the more they tried to work Asher out, the more of an enigma he became. Logan had found peace on some level in the fact that him and Eric had taken Asher against his will. It wasn't like there was anything he could do to reverse the actions, and now they just had to try and work with the situation they had. But the more roadblocks he met, the more frustration and restless he got inside that he didn't have an avenue to soothe his Childer. Sure, Eric had taken most of the hands-on job of Siring Asher, but at the end of the day, the kid was Logan's creation and he was feeling the brunt of having him in turmoil. He needed the answers and he needed to know Asher was safe.
It's what led him to The Bitter End bar in the West Village nearing one am that morning. He was hungry, and he needed a meal before his emotions got the better of him. He didn't know what drew him to this place, but something did, and as soon as he got into the bar and neared the stage where a guy was up there singing his heart out with a guitar, an overwhelming sensation of hunger towards the guy on the stage hit him like a ton of bricks. It was a mixture of feelings coming at him hard and fast, and unlike he had ever felt before. But rather than wanting to intercept the guy and have him as his latest meal, something else took over. Some deep desire to have the guy close to him, to protect him, and Logan knew without a doubt that the singer could only be one person... Asher's soulmate.
( Brodie was putting in his all with his performance that night, which was a regular gig each week at the same time, but it was like he was on autopilot... )
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE
What: Well the hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows
Where: Ironically, The Bitter End
When: A few days after Emmeline and Asher talk
Logan had been restless and edgy lately since Asher kept stonewalling them on offers of help and drawing information, and it led to one of those times he needed to roam when his mood towards Eric became volatile when the fact he had been forced into this just got that little bit too much for him. It was get out for some breathing space, or probably end up in a vicious fight with his lover. He stalked the New York night, hating the fact that the more they tried to work Asher out, the more of an enigma he became. Logan had found peace on some level in the fact that him and Eric had taken Asher against his will. It wasn't like there was anything he could do to reverse the actions, and now they just had to try and work with the situation they had. But the more roadblocks he met, the more frustration and restless he got inside that he didn't have an avenue to soothe his Childer. Sure, Eric had taken most of the hands-on job of Siring Asher, but at the end of the day, the kid was Logan's creation and he was feeling the brunt of having him in turmoil. He needed the answers and he needed to know Asher was safe.
It's what led him to The Bitter End bar in the West Village nearing one am that morning. He was hungry, and he needed a meal before his emotions got the better of him. He didn't know what drew him to this place, but something did, and as soon as he got into the bar and neared the stage where a guy was up there singing his heart out with a guitar, an overwhelming sensation of hunger towards the guy on the stage hit him like a ton of bricks. It was a mixture of feelings coming at him hard and fast, and unlike he had ever felt before. But rather than wanting to intercept the guy and have him as his latest meal, something else took over. Some deep desire to have the guy close to him, to protect him, and Logan knew without a doubt that the singer could only be one person... Asher's soulmate.
( Brodie was putting in his all with his performance that night, which was a regular gig each week at the same time, but it was like he was on autopilot... )
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE