#something wicked
Something Wicked - harness belt & Arabella set in gold metallic Chantilly lace | Photo production Chloe Aurelia
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Tagged by @diphthongsfordays to share my last line written. I’m supposed to be revising Chapter 2 of Something Wicked, i.e. where a certain vampire gets broken up with, but my mind jumped to rewriting Chapter 4, the post-breakup.
Tws for depression and a mention of alcohol:
There were times when Caz didn’t realize he was depressed. At some unknown point, he’d fall into that hole, only to realize a decade in maybe drinking in his bathtub wasn’t something he could call a hobby.
This wasn’t one of those times. This was purposeful, a thick blanket of numbness so Caz wouldn’t have to address what had happened. That his girl really was gone.
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Tagged by @inkovert to find gaze,burn,pierceandhunger:
(TWs for swearing, alcohol, slight violence and a vampire with stomach issues)
Gaze
“I’m fine, Matt,” she said. “I just need to talk to my — Caz — for a moment.”
Matt nodded, his mouth still slightly ajar.
“Right,” he said. “I’m just going to get a beer, then. Um, do either of you want anything?”
“No, thanks,” Caz said, as Jade shook her head no. “I’m saving room for our talk later.”
“That’s, uh — that’s a weird response to an offer for a beer, man,” Matt said before heading toward what must have been the kitchen.
Jade looked back at Caz with her burning gazeas he followed her to a quieter corner of the room.
“You actually alright?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she said in a low murmur. “But, that’s not our guy.”
Caz fell back against the wall, resting a hand on his stomach as the anxiety came out of his nose in a spurt of hot air.
Burn
Jade’s face was now burningwith anger as she stood there silently. Caz and Temo had continued laughing, barely able to get a word out as they clapped each other on the back.
Caz stopped mid-laugh, gripping his chest and hunching over with a groan.
“Caz,” Temo began. “You alright?”
“No,” Caz squeaked out, tears running down his face. “I — I think I’m having a heart attack.”
Temo looked over to Tala for assistance, who rolled her eyes and sighed.
“It’s probably just heartburn,” she said. “That’s what you get for eating too fast.”
Jade smirked. It was heartburn, but that wouldn’t stop Caz from being dramatic.
“No,” he gasped. “God — my whole chest is on fire — I’ve been cursed.”
Pierce
“You seem a little out of place here,” a voice near his armpit remarked.
Caz looked down to see the woman from earlier. She was in a black dress, but unlike Jade’s, it was made up of a layer of frills topped with a bow and cap sleeves. What was it that Matt had called these kinds of girls — Visigoths, Vandals?
“Well, of course I am,” he replied. “I’m an old man here, compared to everyone else.”
“I meant the suit and, I don’t know, just your overall look,” the little thing said. She glanced at her shoes. “I don’t mind older men.”
“How old are you?”
“19.”
“Yeah, stay away from older men, for a while,” Caz said. He was trying to scan the crowd for Jade. The pounding music, the buzz of chatter, the overlapping pattern of bodies, it all created a kind of screen he had to pierce. Even his ability to pick out the smell of her sweat and soap was overpowered now by this tiny doll’s perfume — some kind of vanilla and burnt sugar mix.
A finger hooked through his belt loop, tugging him back. The doll was juggling two small plastic cups of an amber substance in her other hand.
“Want a drink?” she asked.
Hunger
She was getting closer to him. Caz could smell that scrape still bleeding from her wrist. He was already faint from hunger. He needed to get her out of here.
The best method, he decided, was to scare her.
“So what if I am?” he asked, before smiling his widest and sharpest smile. “And if I am, may I remind you you’re currently backed into a corner by someone much stronger and faster than you, Jade?”
Mistake. You made a mistake, you fool.
He knew it as soon as the words left his lips. Don’t ever piss off a witch. His left ankle left the ground first, carried upward by a root looping around it, followed by his right.
Tagging, if you’d like, @thegreatobsesso,@drippingmoon,@splinter-cat,@pertinax–loculosand@leiwritess to find winter,mug,sunandcandidate.
tag the OC that is materialistic
Hey, look I finally finished Chapter 6 of Something Wicked!
This was a very, verylong, winding chapter with a lot going on. Over 6,000 words worth, and I’m wondering if I should split it in two, although it does mess up the current pattern I have of two Jade chapters followed by two Caz chapters (which I’m not sure is a great pattern either, but anyway).
There’s quite a few changes I had to make in rewrites, including one extra corpse to dispose of and extending negotiations with Brooks to a scene at a diner.
Anyway, here’s the end of the chapter. TWs for smoking, language, mentions of food, and a sex joke (which may be kind of bad, I’m not sure about keeping it, kind of feels flat).
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The ride back in the police SUV was long and painfully silent. As if to make some kind of point to Jade, Caz decided to sit in the backseat with her this time. It only caused more damage to her thighs as his knee continuously pressed into her, since even four feet of upholstery apparently wasn’t enough for him.
Brooks dropped them off where Jade’s truck was still parked near Matt’s apartment. The party had clearly ended a while ago. She wondered how everyone had reacted to the cops showing up following a nearby explosion.
She leaned against her truck and watched Caz hunch over Brooks’ open window. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but saw Caz put something in his hand and then pat the side of the car before Brooks drove off.
Caz walked over to her. He stood there for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Well, I can take off from here,” he said. “You’ll be okay getting back?”
“Yeah,” she said. “You didn’t have to ride back with me.”
Caz shrugged and moved over to where light was pooling under a streetlamp.
“Was too full to fly, anyway,” he said.
Self reblog tonight simply for “The eggs, Shaw.” line
tag the oc that has some sort of superpower that they wish they didn’t have
the quiet moment when a strong character breaks. no scream, no sobbing, no speech about how hard they fought and much it was worth it to fight for so long. a defeat that goes unnoticed, unspoken. a sigh instead of a yell, tremors and slumping rather than letting loose one last violent bout of defiance.
vampire who goes kachunk like a stapler when they bite people
do you think you’d actually notice if someone didn’t cast a shadow? or if their limbs were just slightly too long? or if they had just a little too many teeth? like how many times have you passed Something on the street and you just didn’t Notice It
stay woke monsterfuckers ur love is out there!!!!!
yknow what? not my point at all in any way whatsoever, but I’m glad I could be an inspiration
