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Dom
i am gonna be so real with you rn and i need you to answer me honest and not get angry, ok?
do you know who tf Giles is?
i am gonna be so real with you rn and i need you to answer me honest and not get angry, ok?
do you know who tf Giles is?
code red
how many people know about both your sides?
how many people know about both your sides?
I believe I’ve been remiss in not speaking with you sooner, my dear pupil.
As you’ve seen from the witches’ cabal, we’re all like to come under suspicion, myself included. It is, and always has been, my intent to protect you. Your name has not surfaced in my circles, but mine and August’s have.
And so I ask, in this madness, how are you keeping?
As you’ve seen from the witches’ cabal, we’re all like to come under suspicion, myself included. It is, and always has been, my intent to protect you. Your name has not surfaced in my circles, but mine and August’s have.
And so I ask, in this madness, how are you keeping?
[ When he'd talked to Shanks during the trial, scolded and regretful of accusing Koby, Dom wished he trusted him enough to tell him what's essentially the answer to Gale's question. He thinks he can trust Gale, though, who's been so patient and nice to him. Who has been teaching him magic when Dom thought he was confined to learning it on his own — very poorly.
So, at the risk of sounding like a child, Dom trusts him with an honest moment of weakness. ]
I'm really scared professor
So, at the risk of sounding like a child, Dom trusts him with an honest moment of weakness. ]
I'm really scared professor
you ok?
[ he had been very nonverbal after the whole shauna head thing. ]
[ he had been very nonverbal after the whole shauna head thing. ]
I fear we’ve yet more trouble to weather, Dom, but know I will stand by you through it — particularly as both our names arise.
[ even as he thinks through the terrible maths: if it is astarion, it is dom. if it is not dom, it is klaus. if it cannot be klaus — ]
I’m sorry for all this wretchedness.
[ even as he thinks through the terrible maths: if it is astarion, it is dom. if it is not dom, it is klaus. if it cannot be klaus — ]
I’m sorry for all this wretchedness.
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I don't know what to do
I don't know what to tell them
What's the point in anything anymore professor
People die whether u catch the killers or not
Even the ones that get caught fucking die
And then they put her head on my bed
I've never even had nightmares like this
I wish I had died first
I don't know what to tell them
What's the point in anything anymore professor
People die whether u catch the killers or not
Even the ones that get caught fucking die
And then they put her head on my bed
I've never even had nightmares like this
I wish I had died first
[ Dom doesn't reply. For a few days, he goes through his revival, the memories of doing, the consequences of killing, and then he hides in his room with a new roommate: a fully grown snow leopard that follows his every move and seems to know what he wants before he ever has to verbalize it. He names it Deolinda, the name his mother would've chosen if she'd had a daughter, and she follows him all the way to Neon's room. He knocks lightly, then crosses his arms while Dee sits by his side. He feels like he's protecting himself from something, from whatever negative reaction will greet him when Neon sees who it is. Both whos. ]
[ A week passes before Dom wakes up, then a few days until Dom is himself again, then a few more until he can gather the energy to pick up his phone and face what's waiting for him.
Because she burned down the house. Because I liked the taste of her blood. Because she made me angry. Because she was pretty. Because I liked having her in my arms.
They're all guesses. The boy that killed three people and ruined their corpses exists elsewhere, nowhere, inside him like mold. In the end, all he has is the pathetic truth. ]
I don't know
Because she burned down the house. Because I liked the taste of her blood. Because she made me angry. Because she was pretty. Because I liked having her in my arms.
They're all guesses. The boy that killed three people and ruined their corpses exists elsewhere, nowhere, inside him like mold. In the end, all he has is the pathetic truth. ]
I don't know
( once upon a time, natalie tried to get rid of the wilderness in her. dump it out like a shit bucket — like stubborn dirt under her nails, scrubbing but never clean, not if you rubbed down to the bone, not if you rubbed until nothing was left. she tried, like a lot of people do, to hoist it on shauna shipman. the blame — or at least, the responsibility. we were all hungry, but you did this, you glutton. we ate, but you enjoyed it, you sadist. okay — we all enjoyed it. but you raptured in it.
(okay, we all raptured in it. okay, it saved us. okay, it was holy. okay, you're a convenience for the pittance of guilt. okay, you didn't mean it. okay, you're a girl in the woods. okay, your baby's in the backyard.)
once upon a time, too, natalie tried to forget the wilderness. if you name a vice, nat's tried it — sex, drugs, encouraging dom to violence. there can be holiness in that too, if you're careful enough to look. that dark shadow in the corner with antlers for a crown — the thing that always finds its way into your jewelry box, and then around your neck as if soldered there. this, perpetual collar. a hundred travis shirts burned up in the fire, his carved creatures with a spoon and a dinner knife, any sign he ever existed in the same place at the same time as nat — but it was still there, waiting for natalie on a window sill, shining golden in the light. the girls all have their own meanings to what it is. sacrifice, or hunt, or dinner, or strength.
for natalie, it's always meant chosen. let dom have it — be the one she picked, the one she gave it to, the one who gets to have it. there are boys in the wilderness now, drowned in darkness — javi and travis and dom, all with vessels of blood between their teeth, the mark of something evil on them. travis is still soft and kind and good, to her. so's dom. she leaves it on his doorknob. )
(okay, we all raptured in it. okay, it saved us. okay, it was holy. okay, you're a convenience for the pittance of guilt. okay, you didn't mean it. okay, you're a girl in the woods. okay, your baby's in the backyard.)
once upon a time, too, natalie tried to forget the wilderness. if you name a vice, nat's tried it — sex, drugs, encouraging dom to violence. there can be holiness in that too, if you're careful enough to look. that dark shadow in the corner with antlers for a crown — the thing that always finds its way into your jewelry box, and then around your neck as if soldered there. this, perpetual collar. a hundred travis shirts burned up in the fire, his carved creatures with a spoon and a dinner knife, any sign he ever existed in the same place at the same time as nat — but it was still there, waiting for natalie on a window sill, shining golden in the light. the girls all have their own meanings to what it is. sacrifice, or hunt, or dinner, or strength.
for natalie, it's always meant chosen. let dom have it — be the one she picked, the one she gave it to, the one who gets to have it. there are boys in the wilderness now, drowned in darkness — javi and travis and dom, all with vessels of blood between their teeth, the mark of something evil on them. travis is still soft and kind and good, to her. so's dom. she leaves it on his doorknob. )
[The sun is setting. Subtle purple hues across amber horizon, low-light blinding in its Autumn intensity, the trees light up aglow. Against the backdrop, a figure, dark and tall; growing tall, up up up until the sun is eclipsed entire. It grows, hulked-out shoulders, bones twisting and joints cracking. It howls, in the distance, agony ringing out like a siren, like a scream.
A blink, it's gone. The sun is lower still. A hand reaches out for Dom's shoulder, each long, spindling and taloned finger curling one by one. At his ear, a wet, ragged breath, each sounding more pained than the last. It wheezes thick, like a drowning man. It snarls Domingos, over and over. When Dom finally turns, he is alone.
When he turns again, the sun is almost gone. The air is still. The trees do not move. The land does not breathe. Behind him, breaking through the stillness:]
Where I'm from, if you die in Tel'aran'rhiod, your soul cannot return to the waking world. The body dies without it.
[Familiar, yes? When he turns, there is no one there. Behind him, again:] Few people know how to move through Tel'aran'rhiod. But you, [and it's closer again, back of his neck. A whisper:] You did it just fine, didn't you Domingos Choi?
A blink, it's gone. The sun is lower still. A hand reaches out for Dom's shoulder, each long, spindling and taloned finger curling one by one. At his ear, a wet, ragged breath, each sounding more pained than the last. It wheezes thick, like a drowning man. It snarls Domingos, over and over. When Dom finally turns, he is alone.
When he turns again, the sun is almost gone. The air is still. The trees do not move. The land does not breathe. Behind him, breaking through the stillness:]
Where I'm from, if you die in Tel'aran'rhiod, your soul cannot return to the waking world. The body dies without it.
[Familiar, yes? When he turns, there is no one there. Behind him, again:] Few people know how to move through Tel'aran'rhiod. But you, [and it's closer again, back of his neck. A whisper:] You did it just fine, didn't you Domingos Choi?
[ It's peaceful, he thinks, at last. A dream that isn't plagued by nightmarish memories, where he can just be —
— but not for long. A monster rises, and for a moment he thinks that's him, the other him, fully turned into a mirror of the horrific things he did. Dom is ready to run when it's gone, and then a hand weighs on his shoulder, making him jump, turn around and find not even the hint of a ghost. Night is nearly upon him, no longer safe, no longer calming, just another prison within his own psyche.
Then a voice, closing in like moving walls, making the boy into a remorseful coward, inching his shoulders up like shrinking down will save him from what he's had coming all along. He doesn't turn when she speaks his name; he clutches his own head, eyes shut tight, willing himself to wake up. You can't simply choose to leave a prison, though. You have to withstand, to wait until your time is up. ]
No, I'm sorry — I never wanted to use magic that way. Please, I'm sorry.
— but not for long. A monster rises, and for a moment he thinks that's him, the other him, fully turned into a mirror of the horrific things he did. Dom is ready to run when it's gone, and then a hand weighs on his shoulder, making him jump, turn around and find not even the hint of a ghost. Night is nearly upon him, no longer safe, no longer calming, just another prison within his own psyche.
Then a voice, closing in like moving walls, making the boy into a remorseful coward, inching his shoulders up like shrinking down will save him from what he's had coming all along. He doesn't turn when she speaks his name; he clutches his own head, eyes shut tight, willing himself to wake up. You can't simply choose to leave a prison, though. You have to withstand, to wait until your time is up. ]
No, I'm sorry — I never wanted to use magic that way. Please, I'm sorry.
there you are
I think this is correct
this little box is so confusing
I wanted to check on you and make sure that you are well
This is Val
The wolf from the basement 🙂
I think this is correct
this little box is so confusing
I wanted to check on you and make sure that you are well
This is Val
The wolf from the basement 🙂
[Closer to the 25th, the gift shows up in Dom's room. Wrapped in black paper with dark purple accents, there are boxes that are all neatly tied with a velvet ribbon. Inside there are tiers to the gifts, each layer wrapped in its own purple tissue paper; on the top sits a wax sealed card with the design being Theo's initials, likely recognizable if not from the scent by now but by the sigil he sometimes wears on one of his rings.
Inside the first box there is a box containing a pendant; the stone on which glimmers brighter closer to the next coming full moon. Swiping a finger over it will alert Theo, who wears a similarly designed ring on his finger. Unlike previous attempts at charms, this one's spell doesn't fade or flicker - it creates a strong connection, a pulse like Dom's heartbeat so he knows precisely how fast he needs to get to him. There is also a t-shirt, hoodie and sneakers.
The second box contains a collar and leash with a little note saying 'we talked about it vaguely, but I can wear it first ♥ -T', the moon key of the set of matching keys - this unlocks the new chest also to be found in Dom's room, containing a few sex toys and more importantly, a digital camera that is full of slutty, nude and explicit photos of Theo taken just for Dom.
The third box is marked with 'fragile!' in loopy handwriting, and hosts a cake, some candied strawberries and fresh fruit.]
Inside the first box there is a box containing a pendant; the stone on which glimmers brighter closer to the next coming full moon. Swiping a finger over it will alert Theo, who wears a similarly designed ring on his finger. Unlike previous attempts at charms, this one's spell doesn't fade or flicker - it creates a strong connection, a pulse like Dom's heartbeat so he knows precisely how fast he needs to get to him. There is also a t-shirt, hoodie and sneakers.
The second box contains a collar and leash with a little note saying 'we talked about it vaguely, but I can wear it first ♥ -T', the moon key of the set of matching keys - this unlocks the new chest also to be found in Dom's room, containing a few sex toys and more importantly, a digital camera that is full of slutty, nude and explicit photos of Theo taken just for Dom.
The third box is marked with 'fragile!' in loopy handwriting, and hosts a cake, some candied strawberries and fresh fruit.]
Domingos,
Happy holidays and thank you for being here for me, and allowing me to be a part of your life. You are an irreplaceable part of mine, and I love you deeply and without falter. There aren't enough days in a year or years in a lifetime to tell you precisely how much you mean to me, but hopefully today's spoils are just a small hint.
I charmed the shirt and sweater never to wrinkle and well, the rest is fun... I figured we can fill out the chest together in time, with what we like over dislike, try over fantasize - you know? Happy to start on that whenever. ♥
Yours,
Teddie
[Some waxy wrapping paper separates two bundles; one of cheeses and bread (a staple gift from Finch, sorry,) and the other two small items: a handmade keyholder with Dom's initials on it and a carved wolf. A folded piece of paper is inserted between the two packages:]
Dom,
Happy holidays.
Finch
[Hello whatever you are in relation to Devon through his association with Ren, your hot auntie mom whatever wolfpack alpha hottie. It's the holiday season and stuffed into a paper bag with some crumpled tissue paper are some grey sweats for selfish reasons, a shirt that he probably should not have given him and some fine ass weed inside an altoids tin. Accompanying it is a little note from Devon and a trinket to match one he also gave to Ren.]
Dom,
knot me if you like this
knot me if you don't
Dom
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