hurt/comfort

It was late. Late and Dalia still couldn't sleep. She'd eventually started coming home, but just to sleep. Not even eat. She didn't want to even look at Phaedra, let alone possibly speak to her. But now the knot in her stomach made her so queasy that she couldn't even do the one thing she came...

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It had been a couple weeks of fairly steady research and pain. Theo's search for answers to his eye problem came to a head upon realizing the answer had been there the whole time. Fusing oneself to an eldritch being to gain power was even more risky than contracting one as a familiar. His...

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Fuckin' son of a goddamn... That man had some balls, didn't he? Nick didn't want to start shit yet. Not yet. But look at where this guy was pushing him. He had no fuckin' choice. He was smart, but he didn't want other people to think laying low was being weak. He was sure the man heard about...

(Thread warning: Drug use) Mia wasn’t sure if Dorian was home that night. She had called his cell phone, but could only leave a message. But it didn’t really matter if he hadn’t called her back yet—it was the only place she could think of to go. She couldn’t go back to her apartment. She...

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@Poppy It was late. How late, Rhys didn't know, and honestly? He didn't care. He was in a bar, somewhere. A nameless one, because his head was too fuzzy for him to remember the name, and really, they were all the same to him. The people he'd used as an excuse for coming here had all headed...

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[ 3000th post. ] Vincenzo snapped awake in a cold sweat. His fingers curled, uncurled. There were no hazy memories, no blurry vision, or any sort of reprieve from everything. He was unconscious. Now he was not. He looked around the isolated room, and found no comfort in it. It was a white...

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@Poppy Milo had never done anything like this before. Even his last joining of the elections was a simple impulse, boredom based thing. Now, he was taking it seriously. He hadn't expected to care about something like this, something so community based and in the spotlight. Perhaps college was...

On the evening of Valentine's Day, Milo Constantin was going to come home to a blood-splattered dormitory room and a lovingly made present from Vincenzo Fontana laying on top of his bed. From a distance, the gift looked like your normal, run-of the mill bouquet of red roses. It was much more...

@"Zeronos" Milo was still thinking about Marina Bellamy, anger and hatred clear and sharp in her eyes. Nilesy had been nagging him for hours to tell him all about what had happened, from the right in the action point of view, as most of what he'd heard had come from muddled sources, but...