‘I don’t feel so good’ (( vivian oops ))

Send ‘I don’t feel so good’ for my muse’s reaction to yours suddenly fading away in front of them. Send ‘What’s happening?!’ For the reverse.


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this couldn’t be happening. no, this wouldn’t be happening – not if he had a chance to stop it. truth be told, he wanted to save her. the only problem was he couldn’t. it was too late – even as she slipped through his fingers… he couldn’t save her. couldn’t save the one human he cared about.
                                “fuck.”

“you never understand.”

she was right. ky didn’t understand the basic necessities of what a human needed. maybe a one point he could have, but he was too far gone. not to mention he didn’t think it was truly needed
“—- want me to leave?” it was the only words he could manage to get out. not due to the fact he wanted to leave, but rather it was just easier to avoid the why, and then skip to him running away.

“You know, I would not have a second thought of painting your portrait, as I will admit you are quite appealing to my artist eyes, had you not attempted to kill me that is. I’m sure you can understand my bitterness.” (from Ethan >.><.<)

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“don’t take it personal… i hate your kind.” more specifically, ky saw vampires as mere parasites. maybe his view could change, but for the moment? no, he didn’t think it would. not now and not anytime soon. “i saw the opportunity and i took it. if i had the chance again? you’d be dead. no torture and no second chances.” not if he had anything to say about it. 

“so,” he said, hand running through his hair. “if you want to paint me? you can, but keep those teeth to yourself.” maybe that way he wouldn’t have to deal with the constant urge to put an end to ethan’s existence. 

//// @aworldfullofmuses

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

ANGER. that was the o n l y emotion that he felt at the moment. it BURNED not just hot, but cold as well. it was just under that skin of his – just beneath the surface. it longed to get released, but he was RESTRAINING himself. 

he wasn’t going to hurt peter ( fatally ), but since he WOULDN’T get out of his way? he clamped his hand on peter’s throat before sending him into a nearby wall. there was no DOUBT about it – i’d hurt. mainly it was ky’s way of saying he WASN’T going to be stopped.  it didn’t matter if he cared for the other or not.

right now, all he cared about was DESTROYING whatever got in his path, and then finding a bar to spend the rest of his NIGHT once he calmed down. maybe by then… he’d have the STRENGTH to look peter in the face again. nor not.

One (1) trickster god wordlessly grabs Ky by the arm and drags him to the closest bed or couch large nough to fit them both. He shoves the half-demon down, then curls up along his side. Seems the asgardian asshole is lonely.

he wasn’t expecting this. then again, truth be told, he wasn’t expecting many things. loki was… complicated. more importantly, he was a challenge, and one he had hope that he’d crack. of course, the problem was that ( eventually ) he’d get bored and decide it wasn’t worth it. fortunately enough, ky let a grin spread across his features as he was dragged to the bed, not even saying a word the entire way there. nor, did he say anything was he was shoved harshly down either. no – all did was enjoy himself. loki may have been lonely but ky? he was feeling fantastic. he got what he wanted.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

part of him wanted to say that he was ‘sorry’ for what he was about to do, but what use would it be? he had gotten what he wanted and now? all he had to do was take care of her. once that was done, he’d have the house to himself, and the world would be at his fingertips. 

“you should have known this would have came eventually, liv.” one way or another… it always ended in death. that much he knew. “you’re just… no longer of any use.”

“this is fucking bullshit.”

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this was the last time he was ever going to tell anyone the truth; human, enhanced individual, or otherwise. every time he did, it lead him into more trouble than simply keeping his lips simply sealed. so, he decided to say what he always did when he just stopped caring – about anything and anyone. “yeah, ‘bout that,” he said, arms folding across his chest, “don’t care.” 

“I don’t suppose we’ll ever see them again.” ~ buffy

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“ well, it’s possible, but not probable ,” he said, arms folding calmly behind his back. “ see,  ‘cause, unfortunately for you, i’m not gonna stick around to find out. ” no, ky was going to leave the moment he got a chance, and not turn back. more importantly, he thought his work was done here… for the moment at least. “i got a date in vegas – family reunion actually. you’re welcome to come along… if you want.” 

// @myricds