Rai (is hard to please) > Recent Status Updates

“She noticed the buttons on his green knit sweater vest were done incorrectly.”

Take your guesses: are we being told this bc he’s sus or bc Hewitt doesn’t know what details to/not to emphasize

Oh, ok. She knew she was being followed and went straight to her apartment, effectively showing him exactly where she lives.

Smart.

““The power you sparked has alerted all of us to your presence,” (…) “And has alerted you to our presence. Her glamour no longer holds under your gaze.”
(…) “You don’t know anything,” Greer responded defiantly.

Once again, how is your response to that anything other than “Wtf are you on? Stay away from me.”

“Greer’s shoulders grew rigid as color rose back into her cheeks.”

Why is blushing her fear response

“We all felt the pulse of power you created. It opened a window for us, a surge of light in our darkened world.”
Greer began to pick at the cuticles of her fingers as she bit her lip with unease. “What is happening to me?”

Not what I… or most ppl… would’ve said in response to that madness, but ok.

audiobooking.
not a fan of the narrator
I’m already developing a twitch

“Black spider-webbed etchings coursed through his veins like a poison, cracking and burning him from the inside.”

Coming dangerously close to head-hopping here

Inciting incident: MC is approached and almost assaulted by a predator in a dark parking lot/alleyway

How very original

“She shook her head, taking a sip of the coffee she held in her hand. Her mind had to still be overactive from meeting Deborah the day before.”

Ya know… media has characters brush off shit like this all the time, but I genuinely can’t imagine just moving on if I thought I saw someone or something that creepy. At the very least, I’d be concerned about late-onset schizophrenia

“Where Greer had wavy, brown hair and bright, gray eyes, her mother had straight, blonde hair and brown ones. Where Greer was carefree and loose, her mother was rigid and tense. Where Greer was friendly and outgoing, her mother was paranoid and unpleasant.”

Obligatory characterization dump

If Deborah and her family are from southern Oregon, and we’re in Washington, why is the Spook Deborah’s ancestor saw HERE?

“Her neck felt immediately cooler with the removal of her wavy, brown locks.”

This… does not bode well

“HotMouth:
You okay? Should I help?

VampireBait:
No, I’ve got it
Actually if you could stay upstairs for another hour, that would be fantastic.
Don’t ask me why.
Don’t ask Kendall why either, she’s a fucking snitch.
 
HotMouth:
Should I be concerned?
 
VampireBait:
…only a little bit?”

“You trusted me so damned much. I just wanted to be that person you believed I was, because you deserve someone like that in your life. Someone incredible.”
“I have someone incredible,” Vincent replied. “He’s just also a stubborn ass on occasion, and I’m okay with that.”

BZZT. bzZT.
Zzt.

“If I was any smarter or any less of a stubborn asshole, I probably would have realized then and there that I couldn’t lift a finger against you without tearing out my own heart in the process.”

Awe
😀🛁🔌

“Is the hallway floor the best place for this conversation?”
“Anywhere we are is the best place, I think.”

Why am I even here anymore
Why do I even EXIST

“He was struck by a dual realization: first, that he had to preserve Vincent’s happiness, and second, that he was the cause of it.”

“Wesley didn’t tell his legs to move, but neither did he tell his lungs to breathe or his heart to beat. They did so because they were born to, and he was born to run into Vincent’s arms.”

Who
Let
You

“He didn’t need his heart, much less in one piece.”

lol 🙃

Doesn’t Vincent know Wes’ id tho?? Couldn’t he make a new account and just-
Nvm
I’ll stop ruining the angst

“There were certainly still plenty of vampires to be had in their twice-weekly conversations, and even more anger and guilt and grief that Wes was slowly wrestling out of the attic in his soul, learning to let it live inside him instead of boxing it all up whenever it grew too much. It felt like running a marathon. But even marathons, his therapist reminded him, were run one step at a time.”

“The thing it still needed was probably an answer. And that, he’d only get by waiting. By providing Vincent space. By not forcing him into anything, even so much as a physical conversation that might make him, with his overly kind nature, feel like he needed to offer Wesley more than he was ready for.”

“She loved you. And she wouldn’t have wanted you to tear yourself up over this. I know that’s easier said than believed, but it’s true.”
“What if I tear myself up today, then put myself back together tomorrow?”
“If that’s what you need.”

I
Am
Not
Ok

“They weren’t monsters, but right now they would be monstrous, if given the chance.”

“Maybe the two of them, with no solid plan and no training, wouldn’t be able to bring down a company this size in the end. But Vincent was sure as hell not leaving here without trying to bring down something. If that meant he died as sickly and pained as the vampires he’d accidentally condemned to those cells, then so be it.”

Why is Vincent so-
Ugh.
Just- lemme hug

“‘You do care about me?’
‘God yes,’ Wes said, and he sounded so thoroughly broken that Vincent couldn’t bear to look at him in case what he saw there really was Wes’s raw and bleeding heart, because if he did, he was fairly certain he’d have to find a way to heal it, even if it meant cutting himself back open to do so.”

GO
AWAY

“He would know him anywhere: in the pitch black, at the end of the world, by the sound of his breath and the way Wes’s heart tuned to it.”

Okay SOA

“Are we dating yet?”
(…)
“Can we be? Please?”

THESE LOSERS UGHDFHJKSDUKV

(…)
“You act like you’re happy.”
“I am happy. Except when I’m not. And then I kind of want to kill something or else die a little bit. Not in the big S way, just like, I don’t want to be here for a while.” Wesley snorted. “I bet you a hundred bucks this is what people get therapy for.”

“I get that. Well, not exactly like that but the needing to feel alive because if you stop, for even a moment, then there’s space for everything else to crash in, so you have to keep going, keep smiling, keep throwing yourself forward at top speed because when you don’t you end up sitting naked in the shower hyperventilating into oblivion? I get that.”
(…)