“Is this your first time in New Orleans?” Ali drawled, glancing up at the man in front of her. “Then welcome, but if you have been here, welcome back.”
“First time back in a number of years….Last time I was here there was not much here. The city was still being built.” He told her smiling as she welcomed him back to the city. “Who is in charge?”
It was hard to believe him because he couldn’t know for sure – neither of them could know when his personality would shift. She just nodded and decided that she was going to remain positive because she didn’t need anything else stressing her out and making labor more difficult than it had to be. “I believe you, baby. It’s our baby. I want you here. Not him.” Sadly the child had probably been conceived out of rape not love and they both knew that. She squeezed his hand in return. “We both know that’s a promise you can’t keep, baby. I won’t hold you to it.” She opened her legs wider for him to take a look. “It’s going to be a while isn’t it?”
He was going to try and stay in control as much as he could it had been somthing they had slowly worked on so that her and the baby would be safe from him. He smiled and leaned over her kissing her forehead lightly as she spoke. “I will be here.” He whispered softly to her as he looked between her legs once more, he couldnt see any part of the baby just yet. “I uh..think you jsut have to wait for a little bit, maybe they wont take forever to come out.” He chuckled. “They have to be difficult like us dont they?”
Madison didn’t like being ignored. Especially after being left alone so long. She was needy for attention or even just the sound of someone else’s voice and he was denying her that simple luxury. She didn’t know what happened to him while he was gone but she didn’t think she was going to get it out of him anytime soon. She sat by the bathroom door for a long time before realizing that he would probably be in there a while and there was no use in waiting.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity she just went to the bedroom and crawled into the bed she shared with him on the nights that he was the man she loved and allowed her to do so. She was curled up under the soft comforter asleep but the moment she heard him enter the room she sat up quickly and rubbed at her eyes putting a protective hand on her stomach. She wasn’t a sound sleeper because she couldn’t afford to be living with him and never knowing what to expect.
“Do you want me to leave?” If he told her he did she would scramble away quickly before she incurred any of his wrath. Her due date was rapidly approaching and she was more terrified of him hurting the baby more than ever before.
“Stay if you want.” Axel mumbled as he threw his towel onto the floor and climbed onto the bed, he was just tired and trying to make sense of everything, he rubbed the back of his head as he looked at her. He just sighed and lay down pulling the blanket around him as he closed his eyes. He was weary of being next to her and their unborn child but he wanted to just sleep in his bed, it was warm and clean and at least had someone who cared about him in the bed and not a dead body.
Axel slowly fell asleep listening to her and the child’s heart beat, it was like a lullaby for him. He slept through the day as he normally would. He didnt wake till just as the sun went down, he reached out and felt around the bed for her, hoping that she had decided to stay in the bed till he woke, though he wouldnt blame her if she had left him alone.
Reluctant to continue the talk, yet curious, Jesse began to smile at his last remark. The bible did say a lot of nonsense and he knew it. Cass never seemed so bad, just a junkie idiot who had burned away the only sense God had ever given him.
“You done?” The smile dissipated. “Let me ask you somethin’, since you’re so fixed on changing my mind–why does it matter what I think? Forty years shy of five hundred, I’d think you knew a lot more than I ever could. Hell, you must have unlocked all of the secrets of the universe by now. What does one preacher’s opinion matter at all?”
“Well you say that anyone who is a vampire should just end it. But isnt that one of the greatest sins that a person can commit? Why do you see us as abominations?” THe vampire asked as he stood in front of the other man, smirking at his words.
“HOw could one person unlock the secrets of the universe? No one has even been able to do that now with modern tech. I think the way you think is wrong and I want you to realise it. You think that being gay is wrong and other things because of your book and you stand here and preach that, changing the minds of other so why cant I change yours?” Axel questioned.
send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.
I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).
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Send me a symbol for your muse to inflict one of these methods of pain, neglect, or suffering. Trigger warnings ahead for … basically, all kinds of unpleasant manipulation, torture, and such. Feel free to make suggestions for a possible part two!
🔒 Lock my muse up in a small cage or a cell
🤢 Force my muse to eat or drink something disgusting/something they hate.
🖊 Write something insulting on my muse’s body, and make them wear it there all day
💀 Starve my muse (or for supernatural muses, deprive them of feedings).
👄Feed on my muse or harvest blood/energy/etc from them (if the sender has a supernatural muse)
⛓ Tie my muse up with chains against a wall.
👂 Torture my muse with insults, cruel words, and verbal threats
🎀 Use ropes to tie up my muse to any surface.
❄ Torture my muse with intense cold
☀ Torture my muse with intense heat
🥈(for supernatural muses) Press or threaten to press silver/iron against my muse’s body to hurt them
🔪Make cuts or punctures on my muse’s body
📷Photograph or videotape my muse being injured or tortured however you see fit
🛁Submerge my muse in water (of any temperature) with the possibility of drowning them
⭕ (for supernatural muses) Make a ring or seal around my muse so they cannot escape.
💔Drain my muse’s blood (a bit or a lot)
😴Force my muse to stay awake when they’re very tired
🥊Throw punches at my muse while they are cuffed or tied up and cannot fight back
💡 Check up on my muse after leaving them alone in the dark, in silence, for hours or even days
😫Threaten and frighten my muse with things that scare them
🔮Use magic to bind my muse, hypnotize them, or make them a slave
🔥Burn my muse with candles, wax, matches, or a lighter flame held near the skin.
🚬Press a burned cigarette end onto my muse’s skin
📌Shove needles or pins into my muse
☕Throw scalding liquid on my muse.
and as a bonus…
🗡Give my muse the option to face up to three tortures on this list, or else they have to hurt someone they love
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