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[bronwyn elise beckett]

HERE WE GO AGAIN WE’RE SICK LIKE ANIMALS WE PLAY PRETEND
you’re just a cannibal

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Now that Karsten had a boyfriend, the apartment wasn’t a safe place for Bronwyn to idle away her time. She didn’t know what was worse: the fact that having another gay man around the loft skipped straight over uncomfortable and launched smackdab into the middle of unsafe territory, or the fact that Kars and Clairebear had managed to make it so unbearable that they’d essentially kicked her out of her own home. She paid rent on that place, god dammit. And as far as she’d been told, Clairebear had his own place, which certainly didn’t explain why he always seemed to be hanging around hers. Dealing with one extremely attractive gay man had been difficult enough for Bronwyn, and then he’d gone and found himself an equally attractive and equally uninterested in her boyfriend, with what seemed to be the sole intent of hanging around her loft, driving her crazy by prancing around half naked and all over each other, and by both not being attracted to her. She might not have been so bitter about the whole ordeal if she had a man, boy, male specimen continually in her life who looked at her and wanted to love her the same way Kars looked at Clairebear and vice versa. Physically, emotionally, continually, forever and ever, amen.

But alas, the brunette had no such man around to take the edge off the lonely, ignored feeling that she got whenever the boys were spending quality time together. No such man stepped forward to keep her sane, and that’s why she had to get out of there; her magic was on the fritz, and seeing Kars and Clairebear together always made it go haywire. Just this week she’d accidentally shattered a light bulb, mangled an unfortunate car down the street, ripped the pages out of a book and shredded them, shut off the loft’s electricity, and burst a pipe in the walls. Thankfully Kars had been able to repair the damage with little to no effort, and he’d shown his deep concern for her sudden magical malfunction and offered to help, but how did he expect her to admit that his new boyfriend was causing her magic to go berserk? Exactly, not possible without making herself look like a stupidly love struck puppy who just couldn’t bear the thought that its master had gotten another dog. And of course Kars had literally gotten another dog. Stupid werewolf.

She’d gotten out this time before anything drastic could happen, changing out of her pajamas into virtually the first pieces of clothing she could find. Her magic still bubbled beneath her skin, as agitated and frustrated as she was. The warlock raked her fingers through her hair, glaring down at her phone through her glasses- she’d been in too much of a hurry to flee to bother with her contacts, and besides, if she got what she wanted she wouldn’t need them anyways. All of her fuck buddies seemed to be out of town or occupied tonight, in no need of her company even though she desperately needed theirs to calm this sickening thing boiling in veins, releasing bits of blue magic from her fingertips when she didn’t want them freed. She almost felt bad about thinking of Addie last, because he was every bit as capable of fulfilling her needs as Asher or Simon. But she’d only met him recently, a few months ago, when she’d stumbled into Sweet Tooth with a craving for honey ice cream and found Asher leaning across the counter talking to him like they were old friends. Turns out, they were exactly that. The brunette’s lips twisted into a smirk, remembering that that had turned into a busy, kinky night. Hopefully he’d be as pleasantly surprised to get some alone time with her as he had been when she’d decided against one of her other vampires in favor of him.

A couple of guys that she passed did a double take as she passed, and she smiled coyly, tauntingly, at them before realizing that she’d found the right address. Climbing the stairs, Bron didn’t both to buzz herself in, instead checking to see which floor Addie lived on and then using her excess magic to pick the lock. The sun was just going down outside, which meant that he should just be waking up. The warlock paused outside his door, half tempted to invite herself in like she had downstairs. Instead, she pounded her fist against the door, huffing. “Oh Addie,”

[/b] she called softly, knowing her voice would carry to wherever he was. He had vampire hearing, after all. He’d probably smelled her the second she used her magic to zap the lock opened.
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tagged : fuck buddy numero dos.
words : seven eight five
lyrics : “animals” by neon trees.
outfit : too frustrated to care.
notes. : her visit is self explanitory.

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[adric ivan moss]

Condemned apartment buildings were nothing less than ideal to live in. No one bothered you or got frustrated when you came in at weird hours of both morning and night. You could play whatever music you wanted to without getting complaints, especially since the building had no surrounding businesses or anything of the sort. Adric was rather proud of himself for picking such a suitable place for himself without even knowing it. When he was bitten and buried, Adric had to fend for himself until Asher had come along to teach him the stuff he hadn't already figured out. He'd already picked the building to live in, and he'd lived there for close to one hundred years. Given, it was just as condemned-worthy as ever, but it worked for him.

His one-hundredth birthday was only a couple of months away, in October on the third. It wasn't such a big landmark when you've had too many birthdays, more than any creature or human being should have. Adric had stopped caring about them, had simply forgotten how old he was, and would probably have no idea of his age if it weren't for Asher bringing up plans for his upcoming birthday. For vampires, it seemed like one-hundred was the birthday when you went crazy with a party and all. Adric didn't like people even before he was a vampire, so what made anyone think he'd be a party person? He remembered, vaguely, a party that they'd thrown for his first year as a fledgling. It was awkward, and frankly, Adric had no desire to relive such a thing, but with Asher by his side, he didn't think he'd escape it.

Adric, regrettably, couldn't remember a thing about being a mundane. He was Turned when he was eighteen, in 1935. It was natural of him to forget just about everything that had to do with his previous life, besides the major points like losing a presumed fiance, a house, and a successful future. He couldn't, and wouldn't, dwell on it, though. There wasn't a single bit of logic in hating whoever it was who Turned him. He didn't even know who it had been, but they had buried him and bailed. One day, he'd find out who it was. He had no idea how he'd react, but it would happen. It was funny how he thought about all of this every day upon awakening.

Laying in bed, Adric looked up at the ceiling. He'd awoken early, at around five in the afternoon. Luckily, the windows were all boarded so that only slivers of sunlight could peek through the openings that had once been covered with glass. He'd been awake for an hour or two before he noticed a disturbance. Before he could even hear Bron enter the building, Adric smelled her. The scent of a warlock couldn't be missed, and definitely not if the warlock was Bron. He knew Bron's scent like the back of his hand, and she wasn't exactly the quietest person, either. Leaning up in bed, the boy drowsily rubbed his eyes, a habit he'd had since he was a child. Odd. Bronwyn usually chose Asher over Adric. What made her choose in his favor this afternoon? Well, as he yawned, he decided that he'd just wait and have to see.

As he brought his hands away from his eyes, Adric noticed a bit of black on them. Oh, right. The eyeliner from yesterday's party that he'd been dragged to. He'd doused his eyes in it so that the other downworlders would steer clear of him, or hopefully so. Some of the darker ones still crossed his path willingly, but he drove them away by staying relatively silent. He raised an eyebrow as her voice carried to his bedroom. Instinctively, he made it there in two seconds time thanks to vampire speed and opened the door, running a hand through his messy head of hair due to sleeping, "Bron?"

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tagged; bron!
words; 676
outfit; click!
notes; woop, first adric thread. <3

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[bronwyn elise beckett]

HERE WE GO AGAIN WE’RE SICK LIKE ANIMALS WE PLAY PRETEND
you’re just a cannibal

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AND I’M AFRAID I WON’T GET OUT ALIVE NO I WON’T SLEEP TONIGHT.[/font][/size][/size][/size]

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“Bron?” Adric asked, his voice still thick with sleep and his eyes hazy, raking his fingers through his dark hair. “In the flesh,”

[/b] she agreed, mildly offended that he had to ask. She dismissed it on his groggy state, partially only because he looked so adorable fresh from a good day’s slumber. The warlock wasn’t surprised by his rumpled appearance; she’d expected him to just be waking up, since his nocturnal schedule should only just be alerting him that his waking hours were drawing close now that the sun was dipping below the smaller of New York’s buildings. He certainly looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, she noted. His hair stood up at odd angles, flattened where he’d been sleeping on it, and his pillow had left a crease on his cheek where he’d been sleeping on it. A layer of black smeared across his eyes, and she shook her head at his messy smudges of eyeliner, about to point out that he missed a spot when she noticed the black smears on his hands. “Silly boy,”[/b] she tsked, rolling up onto her toes, “hasn’t anyone told you eyeliner is for girls? Hold still.”[/b] She cupped his cheeks in her palms, slowly sliding her thumbs under his eye sockets to wipe the makeup from his skin. For added measure, she sent some magic to the pads of her thumbs, a simple spell to remove dirt and grime, a trick Karsten had taught her, though she didn’t want to think where he’d come to acquire it. She let her fingers slide under the vampire’s chin as she swiped at the eyeliner caked on the bridge of his nose, puzzling over how he’d managed to get it there. Satisfied, the female wiped the excess on the pocket of her shorts, settling the hand on his stomach as she leaned forward to smooth her lips against his in a quick kiss. A preview of what she expected to occur in the foreseeable future, if you will.

Dropping back onto her heels and out of his reach, the brunette smirked triumphantly. “There, much better!”[/b] she chirped, beaming up at the vampire before slipping around him, snatching his hand and pulling him from his doorframe back into his ramshackle, rundown apartment. As an afterthought, she flicked her fingers toward the door, which squeaked closed and shut with finality. “It looks like someone had too much fun last night,”[/b] Bron teased, dipping her fingers into the pocket of his jeans and tugging, kicking at his shoes. The fact that he was wearing jeans and not jammies, shoes instead of going barefoot, told her that he’d gotten home and crawled into bed, too tired to bother with more than discarding his shirt. She snaked around him, her fingers trailing along his side before she detached herself from his realm of personal space, wandering around his apartment. Yes, she’d come for his company, but now that she was here she doubted it would be long before she got what she came for.

A thin film of dust clung to the corners, and the furniture looks like a ragtag collection that he’d assembled over the year, without any consideration for if they would match. She ran her fingertips over the assorted collection of knickknacks that Adric had collected and thrown around the abandoned building, turning to look at him curiously. “Ever considered letting someone redecorate?”[/b] Bronwyn asked, wiggling her fingers in a way that suggested that “redecorate” meant “magically steal furniture for you because your apartment kinda sucks”. The brunette picked her way back toward the male, ruffling his hair affectionately as she leaned up to press a kiss against his jaw.

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tagged : fuck buddy numero dos.
words : six one six.
lyrics : “animals” by neon trees.
outfit : too frustrated to care.
notes. : they’re so cute together dawww :3

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[adric ivan moss]

Adric let out a half-hearted chuckle as she answered his rhetorical question, almost hearing the offended tone of her voice. Girls, what could you do? He was half-asleep, and he knew she knew that as well as he did and would probably think nothing of it in a minute's time. He could feel the eyeliner smudged on his face and it was bothering him. Having it clogging your pores overmorning in your sleep was unpleasant enough as it was, but to have it still lingering on your face was displeasing in a totally different, horrific way. For a boy, Adric was more feminine than most, caring about his pores and wearing eyeliner like it was a normal thing. He'd always been that way, and he didn't plan on changing just because he could be deemed more "badass" or "worthy of praise or discern."

However, he didn't seem to give half a thought towards his hair. It was sticking up at strange angles and flattening in places where he'd apparently lain on it. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion was Bron leaned up and cupped his face. His reaction rate wasn't at its fastest upon waking up, admittedly, but he shouldn't have been that caught off-guard. This was Bron, after all. She usually only went to someone's house for a handful of reasons, and Adric's guess as to what she wanted showed to be correct as she planted a soft kiss on his lips. Naturally, Adric returned it with enthusiasm. He couldn't help feeling drawn to her. Sometimes he suspected a spell, but then realized any magic she used on him would probably backfire and abandoned that theory. It was just her charm, he guessed. What was her excuse?

Somewhat satisfied with the eyeliner being wiped off of his face, Adric still had the urge to go wash his face because now it had grease on it from Bron's hands. Maybe not. She was a warlock. But then again, that didn't take away every single human quality. Ignoring his inner logic and hygienic freak, he kept his cool as she pulled away from both his lips and his reach, standing collected like always as she beamed up at him. She was such a tease sometimes, and Adric rather enjoyed it. That way her appearances and their experiences were always varied and different each time. Then again, that was a creepy way to think of her behavior and Adric disregarded everything he'd just mentally said to himself, letting Bronwyn drag him into the living room section of his half-assed apartment.

At her statement, he looked down at himself and smirked. He'd totally forgotten to change, and forgotten that he'd forgotten to change the following morning. "So it seems."

[/color] He mused, a dose of enthusiasm thrown in to his previously-monotonous voice. She pulled him close and then evaded his touch, acting distracted by his interior decoration failures. Adric didn't need a lot of material things to be satisfied with his living space. He collected abandoned furniture pieces from wherever he could find them and decided to take the ones that weren't disgusting or broken. Or a hideous pattern. His couch was a solid maroon color, along with a matching chair opposite it. The table was an odd brown color with swirls of a lighter brown hue intertwined somewhat in the middle. There were a few more chairs of various colors scattered around and random electronics, along with some quilts of weird patterns hanging over the furniture. It wasn't too bad. Sure, it didn't match, but he paid no mind to that.

He did miss the way her touch felt, though. It had been a while since Bron paid him a "visit", and he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss it. Adric had never been one to cling to people, and he wasn't necessarily beginning to, but Bron was someone he did like to keep around. Lazily kicking off his boots, Adric covered his mouth with his hand as he yawned again, trying not to hit any of the collectibles he'd swiped from the other apartments in the building. Raising an indifferent eyebrow at the girl, Adric shrugged, "I don't see the purpose or reasoning behind prettying up the place. I'm only here to sleep, anyway,"[/color] and as she kissed his jaw, Adric softly purred his remaining words, "and a few other things, give or take."[/color]
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tagged; bron!
words; 733
outfit; click!
notes; d'awww I like them.

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[bronwyn elise beckett]

HERE WE GO AGAIN WE’RE SICK LIKE ANIMALS WE PLAY PRETEND
you’re just a cannibal

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AND I’M AFRAID I WON’T GET OUT ALIVE NO I WON’T SLEEP TONIGHT.[/font][/size][/size][/size]

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What kept her coming back to Addie, the warlock wasn’t entirely sure. Of course, the fact that he willingly accepted her whenever she showed up, knowing that there was a ninety-eight percent chance that she was there for sex, certainly didn’t discourage her from coming back for seconds or thirds. His skill in the sack also didn’t put a damper on things, nor did the fact that he could bake. He worked at a bakery, for Christ’s sake! Half the times she sought the vampire out, she’d found him dusted in flour and smelling like freshly baked cinnamon rolls or cherry pie. Whatever it was that attracted her to the brunette, the attraction was definitely mutual if his enthusiasm in the return kiss was anything to judge by. His eager response to the measly brush of her lips against his quirked her lips into a smirk, one that she just couldn’t quite wipe off her face. “I know it’s early for you, but my goodness Addie, someone’s a little slow on the uptake today.”

[/b] the brunette admonished in reference to the puzzled look he’d worn when she’d leaned in, trailing a finger lazily along the pale skin just below his ribs. She snagged a finger though one of his belt loops as she slipped into the apartment, wrenching him in her direction and, hopefully, jerking him off balance for a second. If he was going to have the nerve to be disoriented and discombobulated, then Bronwyn was going to do her best to take advantage of the resulting fuzziness before it faded into alertness.

Turning from examining his furniture, Bron found Adric watching her flaunt around her apartment like she owned the place. His blue eyes were darker than hers, she noted absently as she picked her way through his cluster of humble fittings. Inky and mysterious while hers were vibrant and bright, almost to the point of appearing fake. “I’m only here to sleep, anyways… and a few other things, give or take.” “Give or take sounds like it should be something sexual,”[/b] Bronwyn decided, chuckling softly as a purr rumbled through his chest and throat. It seemed like Adric was starting to get the picture, which meant that his waking up. She was losing her edge, the shock value of inflicting surprising sensations on his foggy mind slipping through her fingers; she couldn’t have that, now could she? Her fingers curled around the nape of his neck, tangling in the fine hairs there as she pulled his face closer to hers. She nipped playfully at his bottom lip, catching in between her canines and nibbling softly. Her hands unwound from behind his neck, instead caressing his sides before tracing the inside curve of his hips, her touch as light as feathers as she dipped her fingers under the hem of waist of his jeans, tugging him closer.

“But I can’t seem to recall those ‘other things’ that you do while you’re here,”[/b] the warlock murmured against his lips before abandoning that post, instead planting a trail of soft kisses down to his throat. “Care to remind me?”[/b] She pulled away, blinking up at her vampire innocently, fighting the very tempting urge to smirk.
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tagged : fuck buddy numero dos.
words : five three five.
lyrics : “animals” by neon trees.
outfit : too frustrated to care.
notes. : short. ew.

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