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Luca: r/vampirelationships “My girlfriend (17G) was gargoylified!! For context, my (V) brother’s (V, I killed him btw) ex tried to sacrifice her a few weeks ago, but everything since then has been good. I think my brother had something to do with what happened to her, so I’m really freaking out rn. Any advice on how to turn a gargoyle back to human or soothe a lonely heart is welcome.”
Luca: “EDIT: I didn’t list my age, bc I knew you guys would fixate on it. Yes, there’s an age gap but it’s complicated, okay? That’s not relevant here!!!”
Rafael: Who’s going first? Mekhi: … Luca: … Byron: … Liam: …
Rafael: Think positive. You might have an epic, interdimensional space destiny to fulfill Grace: Idk sounds like a lot of work
Except racoons. I don’t get those assholes at all.
Were attacked (brutally and unprovoked!!) by a savage racoon.
That goddamn racoon story.
Liam: Some cold-blooded predator you are Mekhi: Oh, to be a lizard Mekhi: Sunning myself on a rock Mekhi: Blissfully unaware of the existence of paranormals and their deadly political games Liam: When u put it that way… Liam: Ill grab two
Luca: :/ Mekhi: :/ Jaxon: :\ Jaxon: :/* Mekhi: Solid try, bro Jaxon: Fuck off.
Byron: Losing a mate doesn’t work like that. Byron: Instead, it just fucking eats away at your soul and hits you when you least expect it.
Liam: I feel like we should do a little chant to break the huddle Liam: At least a 3, 2, 1 break Liam: Who wants to lead it? Liam: ???? Liam: You could have at least said you’d brb
“Yes, for the love of God, please don’t kill Jaxon. Or anyone else.” “Trust the headmaster to take all the fun out of school,” he replies.
naff-arsed wanker,
She doesn’t think I notice her looking, but that’s just because she still doesn’t understand how attuned to her I am. She breathes and I feel it; she blinks and I hear it. I was in her head for months, and that’s after everything we went through to find each other the first time. There’s nothing she does that I don’t feel in my soul.
And just like that, I’m sick of pretending that I don’t see her. That I don’t feel her. That she isn’t my mate. So this time when her eyes flicker over to me, I catch her gaze. And hold it.
Telling her would be giving up on us, and I’m not ready to do that yet. But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel the loss of her like a drowning man misses oxygen.
This is what it looks like when someone dies,
A half-finished book, a half-drunk bottle of water.
If two people went through what we did and I’m the only one who remembers it, does it even matter at all?
She laughs, and the sound crashes against me like waves.
“Because as far as I know, vampires can’t walk on water,” she answers, brows arched. “Not yet,” I reply.
If she didn’t, I wouldn’t still be here, hanging on—not in limbo, as she suggests, but in hell—waiting for her to love me back.
“So sorry to inconvenience you by being alive,”
my Grace—would kick my ass for giving up on her. And worse, for giving up on us.
