Needing A Breather ; Open

[VALOEL SUZANA SILIAZA]

Don't cry to me, if you loved me
You would be here with me

The sun was low in the sky. Thick, fluffy clouds rolling across the blue sky with ease. A warm wind was dancing through the lands, bringing the scent of life and earth. The tree's stood tall, their branches waving and leaves crinkling as they floated to the ground. The grass was a rippling sea of green grass, flowing and waving. The school was bursting with activity, moroi and dhampir a like walking from class to class, and some heading to lunch. Some guardians where patrolling the perimeter, while others where blending into the background. This was a normal day, nothing going on. The strigoi where silent, and no new danger had sprung up....yet. It was peaceful for now, but the silent could be broken at any moment. Who knew?

At the moment, one lone guardian was inside the gym. This particular guardian was young, and kept inside the gym away from the students and other guardians. A blow had made this guardian silent and inclosed. What kind of blow could it be that made a guardian like this? The blow of losing a charge to strigoi and not being able to do anything. The guardian had lost her moroi and then had been sentenced here to recover from the loss. This was a double blow to her career and to her spirit. Yet she got along well with the dhampir students, teaching them but never interacting with them unless they where inside the gym. This is what made her a somewhat outcast of the guardians but in truth she didn't care. She didn't want to be noticd, in truth she just wanted to be left alone to heal.

Sighing, the young women brought her leg up and slammed it into the strigoi dummy. Bringing her leg down, she jumped back acting as though the strigoi had struck out at her. A smile graced her lips as her fist came flying forth and slammed straight into the strigoi's face. With a hiss, she dropped to her ass, and shot up a foot, connecting with the dummy's jowl. She lept to her foot, a silver stake in her hand, and staked the dummy. She was done, but still needed more practice. The guardian put her stake away and turned to grab her waterbottle, taking a sip before screwing the cap back on.

The young women brushed her hand against her forehead. Her thick blonde hair was sticky with sweat. Her white tank clung to her torso and back, and her tights where sticking as well. She closed her eyes and let herself relax before she walked over to the punching bag and began to spar. The release that fighting gave her was bliss. The sweat and the burning of her muscles was what she craved. Speaking and feeling eyes upon her was hell to her now. Well, besides when she was sparring with dhampirs or helping them improve their form, but that was not as much as usual. The dhampirs now trained with the other guardians and let her be. She was fine with that, but it still made her sad that she would play a major part of forming the new guardians of the moroi.

Blowing at her hair that swept in front of her eyes, V let her fist snap forward and slam into the bag. She turned her head away, forgetting that the bag would swing back torwards her. The big punching bag slammed into her, sending her backwards. Instead of falling onto her back, V's hands came and she did a back flip, and landed on her feet. Wincing, V examined both of her wrists. Nothing broken. Scowling at the bag, she turned and headed to the bench where her bag and water was. She was losing her game...she needed to fight but there was no one to fight with, well spar. Oh well, she would find someone later. Right now all Valoel wanted was a sip of water and a second to catch her breath.

Tagged; Open
Words; Around 700
Muse; High
Lyrics from Call me when your sober by Evanescence

You want me, come find me
Make up your mind

[ACTON CHACE BENSON]

If Acton had it his way he wouldn’t even be where he was right now. Actually if Acton had it his way a lot of things wouldn’t be going the way that they were right now but, well lets face it life likes to mess itself up. Being stuck at the Academy was the last place that Acton wanted to be stuck at. Hell he would even prefer to be locked in a Strigoi infested room than be at the Academy, at least it was easier to get out of there. However when Guardians are watching you like you’re about to go on a killing spree it’s kind of hard to escape the Academy.

Besides the fact that there were Guardians everywhere wasn’t the only reason Acton didn’t leave. Where would he go? It’s not like he could go skipping home to mommy and daddy because he just didn’t like school anymore like he was sure plenty of Moroi could go do. However it’s not like Acton had issues with going out on his own, it would be much more welcome than having to be stuck in this school where he was being taught to be something that he didn’t want to be. In Acton’s opinion it was much easier to be left alone and fend for yourself than have people tag along with you.

Even though Acton is stuck at St. Vlad’s he isn’t parading around with a group of people like most of the other kids do. Acton is probably the definition of loner because nobody wanted to be with him and he didn’t want to be with anyone else. It was easy for Acton to be alone because the entire Academy either knew of his reputation as being a scary, temperamental 6’8” giant or they just see him and get intimidated. Not else to mention the fact that he seems to induce fear with a mere cold, harsh glance. People just didn’t want to be near Acton, he was just too frightening. The only living thing that wanted to always be near him is the cute little beagle that seems to follow him every single place he go named Turtle.

Currently the little dog was following him now as he made his way to the gym. At first Acton was always scolded by the instructors and guardians because of his little pet, but over time they learned that threats and punishment had no affect on Acton whatsoever and let him keep his dog on campus. Some people of authority still didn’t like it when Acton brought Turtle into the other school buildings, but since when has Acton actually cared about rules and what the consequences were? So Acton didn’t care when a few people looked at him oddly when they saw a giant with a mess of black hair walking to the gym with a tiny little dog following behind him.

If Acton wasn’t in his dorm, eating, or sleeping in class he was in the gym. However when he was in the gym he usually was alone because he didn’t like it when people stared at him. Nobody knew what resided on the back of his neck because his hair was just too shaggy and messy to see it, but no amount of hair could hide skills. In class Acton participated as little as possible in physical and mental classes. Acton actually used to be one of the best in his class, but now he is just deemed as “lazy” or “uncommitted.” It would have bothered him in the past to be thought of as incompetent, but now he just wants to fly under the radar and get out of the stupid school.

Once Acton ducked his head inside the gym he didn’t really pay much attention because most Dhampir’s would be running to the cafeteria to shovel food in their mouths. Now its not like Acton didn’t love his food because he could probably eat enough for a dozen dhampir guys, but during meals and late at night were usually the only times that he could get the gym completely free. Kicking the door open with his foot Acton walked in with Turtle following at his heels. Honestly he didn’t even notice the Guardian beating the crap out of a punching bag until he looked up and saw her do some crazy flip. Just as he was about to turn around and leave the occupied gym Turtle went bounding over to the girl.

Shit Acton muttered knowing he wouldn’t be able to get out of the gym without some kind of conversation. Slowly walking forward Acton stopped in front of the Guardian and said Turtle come on girl. Maybe it was rude, but Acton didn’t even acknowledge the Guardian that Turtle was currently occupied with by sniffing her foot.

WORD ;; 804
STATUS ;; finished
TAGGED ;;valoel
OUFIT ;; tight blue shirt and black sweatpants
NOTES ;; here ya go

[VALOEL SUZANA SILIAZA]

Don't cry to me, if you loved me
You would be here with me

Valoel didn't look or pay attention to whoever was coming in. She heard the door open and the sound of footsteps, but seriously she didn't care. Why should she? It would just be another guardian or dhampir, and they didn't pay attention to her, and she didn't pay attention to them. They knew not to mess with her, or not to talk to her, because she wouldn't reply and her icy gaze usually sent them running. So, instead of turning and saying hi like any normal person, V just took another swig of her water bottle, gaze on the ground as she tried to blend into the background and not draw attention to herself. The less attention she drew, the better chance she would be left alone and no one would try to talk to her. Pure bliss was what she called silence. Though little did she know she would have to talk one way or another.

Hearing the scamper of paws, V frowned. She turned her head slightly, spotting a dog coming her way. Scowling, she moved a step away and said something sharp in german. Nothing, the dog kept coming and began to sniff her feet. What the hell? she thought and glanced up from under her lashes to look at the boy who was coming torward her. He didn't seem to like the fact that the dog was near her, or the fact that she was here at all. Well, boo hoo she didn't like him intruding in her silent party either. Though she also knew who he was, even if he didn't know who SHE was. The head mistress had informed her about this particular boy, to keep a eye on him. Fuck her, if the boy wanted his privacy and no one watching his every move, then good for him. V would not watch him because she didn't feel like it. The dhampir was just like every other one, even if he had killed some strigoi.

Crouching, she looked into the dog's eyes. She ignored the prescence of the boy in front of her, and how he only talked to the dog and didn't acknowledge her. V was actually glad he didn't because now she didn't have to speak to him and talk at all. Little Schildkröte it would be best if you stayed away from me. I am the outcast guardian with no morals so be careful she whispered, flashing a set of white teeth. Standing up, she glanced at the boy then away. Dog's nice. Though the mistress says it's against the rules, I say 'fuck the rules'. I won't tell you what you got to do, or what you can keep. Also, mistress said keep a eye on you, but hey, I am not going to cause its rude and I don't feel like invading peoples privacy. Alas, since I know so much about you, sadly since I like keeping to myself and I am a stranger, my names Valoel, and I am the outcast guardian who watched her moroi get slain before her eyes. she said simply and turned away from him. Oh and I don't talk much or like being spoken to. If you expect a 'nice to meet you' well it ain't coming. I don't like meeting anyone, BUT just so you know, great work on killing those strigoi and surviving on your own.

Replacing her bottle on the bench, V walked away. She didn't wait for a answer and didn't expect one. Instead, V went over to the punching bag again and set to work. Even though she wanted to concetrate completely on the punching bag, half of her senses where on the boy and his dog. Though she knew better, V was interested slightly. He was different then the other dhampir and she was actually glad about that. Sighing inwardly, she front flipped, and slammed both feet into the punching bag, dropped onto her ass again, and swung out her leg to connect to the side of the punching bag this time. Ah, bliss at the contact of her powerful body against the bag. Well, almost bliss but her muscles where begging to burn more since she had been going at this for a whole hour. Though, also her senses where listening for the sound of the dog. She didn't want to actually hit the thing again if it decided to go after her again. It was cute and all, and seriously since it broke the rules, it was cool with her.

Tagged; Acton
Words; 762
Muse; High
Lyrics from Call me when your sober by Evanescence

You want me, come find me
Make up your mind

[ACTON CHACE BENSON]

Even though Acton has been at St. Vladimir’s Academy since he was 3 years old and had sort of become a second home to him over the years that does not mean that after being at the Academy for so long that he wants to be there anymore. Now most of his other senior classmates wanted to get out of the Academy so they could go protect Moroi and fight Strigoi, but not Acton. The reason why St. Vlad’s kept such a close eye on Acton wasn’t because they thought that he was going to be a threat to the students of the school, but a threat to himself by escaping the place. However Acton knew the only threat that he held toward anybody was to the Strigoi waiting to be killed.

For 2 years Acton left the Academy and didn’t come back. Everybody thought that he was dead and that this guy that came back was just coincidentally the same one or some wild story. There were a lot of wild stories about Acton and how he spent those 2 years. One was that he got sent to Siberia and that’s how he got all harsh and mean, another story is that he got sent to jail and was only recently let out, etc. They were all the same and all untrue. Nobody thought that he actually went off and got revenge. Hell barely anybody knew he was the same guy that had loads of siblings and was goofy and excited to be a Guardian, most people thought that guy was dead and for all Acton cared that guy is dead.

Quite frankly Acton didn’t care about anything anymore besides his independence and his dog. Otherwise he was an unpredictable and dangerous guy that nobody wanted to be near. To Acton people were just a hindrance because they always wanted something whether it was a small favor or friendship, it was all the same. Everybody wanted attachments and to Acton attachments were the worst thing to have in the world. The only exception to attachments for Acton his Turtle and that is a long and complicated story within itself. Either way nobody cared about Acton and he didn’t care about them, it was really convenient in Acton’s opinion.

Since Acton didn’t like people and what not he had no intentions of even talking to this Guardian. All he wanted to do was to get his dog and leave and then probably go to the cafeteria and stuff his face. However the Guardian was crouched down and whispering something to Turtle and the dumb dog’s tail was wagging so hard Acton couldn’t bring himself to scoop up the dog and walk away. When the girl finished whispering whatever to Turtle Acton snapped his fingers and the dog came padding back to his side and started to sniff his pants leg.

Thinking that it was probably a good time to leave Acton picked up the dog and was about to leave, but that was when he realized that she was actually talking to him. Honestly it took effort to actually listen to her talk to him because he was so used to zoning people out. From what he understood the chick has heard of him and doesn’t give a damn, something that Acton was glad to hear. However what he heard last was something that he didn’t want to hear ever. Nobody was supposed to hear about his kills, nobody but the Guardian’s that found him and the head mistress. So it pissed Acton off that she knew about it in the first place but then she went and congratulated him, well that just pissed him off even further.

Before Acton could even say anything the Guardian turned around and started beating the shit out of the punching bag that she was working on before. However even though Acton didn’t like most kinds of human interaction, he had no problem whatsoever with anger and violence. Gently putting down his dog Acton strode over to the punching bag with his fist clenched. When he reached the punching bag he gripped the back of it so it wouldn’t swing in his face then said Do not congratulate me and don’t go talking about shit you know nothing about. The whole time he was saying this he was looking down at her from his towering height with cold, emotionless eyes that barely showed the anger that was seething inside of him.

WORD ;; 747
STATUS ;; finished
TAGGED ;;valoel
OUFIT ;; tight blue shirt and black sweatpants
NOTES ;; here ya go

[VALOEL SUZANA SILIAZA]

Don't cry to me, if you loved me
You would be here with me

V waited patiently for them to leave. She didn't want a audience or in fact, she didn't need one. Yet her ears did not pick up the sound of a retreating form. Would she ever get a break and be left a lone? Not a chance. The head mistress was always around, asking if she was better, and guardians watched her from the shadows, shaking their head and looking at her with pity in their eyes. She didn't need pity, in fact the next person who looked at her with pity would get a black eye. Yeah, V had messed up and in the end her moroi had been killed and she beaten and almost killed, but fuck them. She didn't care about what they thought. V was not perfect, she had made her mistakes and no one could judge her. If they did, well they could kiss her ass, she didn't want to know. V knew how she acted, why she acted that way, and knew about making mistakes. Pity wasn't going to help her, and they should know it by now.

Valoel first heard the sound of nails clicking on the ground then footsteps. Shit, they where heading her way. She muttered under her breath and sprang to her feet, tensing slightly. Her eyes narrowed, and she swung her gaze to the boy who was holding onto the bag. What the hell? she thought as he spoke, his eyes holding anger in their depths. What do you know, she managed to get some emotion out of him. Well, not the best of emotion, but V always got the worst out of people. She knew that first-handedly. Her mother, Strigoi, other guardians, and now him. Who else would turn their dark side on her when she spoke? Was it going to be her next moroi charge, or would pigs began to fly and start batting at her? V knew that talking to other's would piss either her or them off, and this was a prime example. THIS was why she did not talk to people, because if you say one thing, or one compliment or congradulations they turned around and shit on you.

Shaking her head, she spoke, her lyrics calm Fine fine, whatever. Didn't mean to touch a subject that pisses you off. Also, didn't mean to prey in your bussiness, cause hey I don't want people to find out I was beaten, tortured and had to watch my moroi first drained then ripped to shreds She was giving him info about her to even up how she knew stuff about him. Everything she said was true as well. V and her charge had went out at night, her charge wanting to smoke a cigarette. She had told the other guardian that everything would be fine, that he didn't have to come out with them. In the shadows, the strigoi had leaped out and knocked out her and the moroi. They where taken to the strigoi's hiding place where her moroi had to watch her get beaten, sliced up, and tortured for three days. Then in turn V had to watch her moroi get drained then torn to shreds instead of being awakened. The very night he died, guardians found them, destroyed the strigoi and managed to get V to a hospital and to help before she died. Yet the physical and mental scars where still there. Thats why she was here, to help heal herself. Yet everytime she took off her shirt, she saw the scars on her back, and hip and arm. And everytime she looked into the mirror, the scar on her face gleamed.

Her gaze lowered then, eyeslashes and hair framing her face so he didn't see the pain that flashed in them. Acton wasn't the only one who had lost someone. Yeah, he lost a lot of people, and then killed the killers, and must have messed him up, but she had to suffer the same thing. Also, sure she was like him, but she never snapped or got angry when people talked about it. V just walked away, because every word was true, and it was another hurt to her soul. V was just like him, battered and bruised.

Tagged; Acton
Words; 711
Muse; High
Notes; A inside view of how her moroi died.
Lyrics from Call me when your sober by Evanescence

You want me, come find me
Make up your mind

[ACTON CHACE BENSON]

If there was one thing that could piss Acton of instantly it was the mention of anything about his past. Not many people knew about his past so it wasn’t like he had gone of on a full blown rage yet, however there have been plenty of close calls. Usually these incidents happened when people either tried to piss him off by saying things about his long absence or just slip ups like this Guardian had apparently done. However slip ups weren’t something that Acton cared about because either way it reminded him of his past and his past was the one thing that he wanted to forget forever. Sometimes Acton thought that getting rid of the memories of his past, even getting rid of the good, would be worth it.

Sometimes people just didn’t realize how much they could piss Acton off though. There were plenty of people that were sent to the Infirmary after pissing Acton off. There were plenty of rumors, but not all the stories that went around about Acton were false. One occasion he beat a kid so bad that he didn’t wake up for a week. Another incident was when three Moroi guys decided it would be fun to mess with the giant dhampir and one ended up with a broken jaw and arm, the other unconscious, and the last one shoved out of a window, the first floor window thank god. So people really did have a reason to fear Acton besides his frightening appearance.

Now Acton could tell that this Guardian didn’t mean to push his buttons. It was easy for Acton to read people because besides fighting that was his only form of human interaction. Being alone allowed Acton to study people and he was usually pretty accurate when he would guess what people were thinking or what they meant just by a simple gesture or facial expression. It was easy to tell what kind of person this Guardian was. She was young, meaning she was either sent here because something bad happened or she got in trouble with the Moroi because most young Guardian talent was usually used on important people, not the school. There was also something about her that made Acton think she didn’t want to be here; however it was probably different than Acton not wanting to be at St. Vlad’s.

When the Guardian spoke it confirmed what Acton had suspected. She was here because something horrible happened. However just because she saw her Moroi die in front of her Acton felt no remorse, no pity, nothing towards her. Why should Acton feel sorry for someone who didn’t need pity? And how did he know that she didn’t need it? Well that’s because Acton sure as hell didn’t need it and he knew exactly what it felt like to watch something horrendous happen, hell he knew what it was like to do something horrendous. However this was a subject of his past and his past was something that he wanted to avoid at all costs.

Call it cruel or mean or whatever but Acton actually chuckled when he heard her response. It was almost comical to him that if she thought that her statement would faze him at all. If she knew about his past then he didn’t understand that watching someone die wasn’t something that Acton was overly sympathetic of. Obviously she didn’t know the gruesome details of his little trip, well Acton wasn’t too sure that anybody knew the details. All the Academy knows is that some Guardian’s found Acton bloodied and beaten in a room full of dead bodies killed the same way dozens of other Strigoi had been killed in the past year. That’s why Acton had his weird star tattoo, it wasn’t like the ones that some Guardians had gotten in war for uncountable kills because going rogue wasn’t something encouraged, but they figured the kills should be recognized. The only molijna marks on the back of his neck were from people important to him; Acton didn’t care about the numerous others.

You’re kidding me? Acton said emotionlessly so the statement could be mistaken for shock, remorse, or whatever. You watched you’re Moroi die? Still Acton was being emotionless, most people would probably mistake his statement for sympathy right now, maybe even pity. However that wasn’t what Acton meant at all, if his previous chuckle didn’t give it away earlier. Now why the hell do you think I give a fuck? Did you think that it would make me feel all warm and fuzzy that we share something similar? Well guess what little Guardian; I don’t give a flying fuck if you watched your first Moroi die because it’s not that big of a deal. People die, get over it.” This little rant that Acton had just delivered could either be conceived as frightening or cruel or both because his voice was cold but if you looked in his cold, icy blue eyes you could see the anger. No matter what anyone thought of Acton’s words there was one thing that was certain, Acton truly believed what he said and that was either completely terrifying or sad.

WORD ;; 865
STATUS ;; finished
TAGGED ;;valoel
OUFIT ;; tight blue shirt and black sweatpants
NOTES ;; here ya go

[VALOEL SUZANA SILIAZA]

Don't cry to me, if you loved me
You would be here with me

V flinched slighly when he spoke, not expecting him to care but still it was true. How could she have left her moroi die? Oh yeah because she was a weak bitch. She wasn't a tough MALE dhampir who would have protected the moroi and survived. No, she was just a weak female who could do nothing right. How could she forget? The other guardians shook their head at her, not only due to pity because she was weak. She was a failure to their society. Yeah, she was strong and smart but that wasn't enough to make sure her moroi survived. Instead, because of her mistake he was killed, and a royal for the matter. She was a idiot, and would always be a failure in their eyes. Acton's words just made the blow harder

I didn't expect you to feel any kind of shit. Seriously, I don't give a damn what anyone feels anymore. Yeah, I know everyone dies, but it changes people. It changed me more then I like, but the wound is still fresh. I still feel guilty because it was my failure as a guardian of the dhampirs and as a female guardian. It was my job to protect him and I didn't. You be a cold, bitter ass and do what you want but i'm out of here. Maybe quitting and becoming a blood whore like my mother and everyone expects me to while be better then seeing pity, disspointment or coldness in other's eyes Valoel said, a mere hiss to the words. She then whirled and walked away, not caring for a reply. She didn't need one, and didn't want anyone to see the raw pain in her.

A blood whore. Fitting it was. Her mother had been one, her grandmother and every other female in her family. That's what everyone wanted wasn't it. To see her body just to feel a moroi's fang's in her neck. To feel the rush of pleasure as they fucked her while drinking the blood. Or just letting them take blood without taking her body. Living in a small village with other females, watching her sons go away to be guardians and hoping that he doesn't die. Being the lowest in society, a dhampir who didn't want to fight, didn't have the courage to do the right thing and become a guardian. Yeah, that's what everyone wanted of her, and truthfully she didn't care what she did anymore so going to become one would not surprise anyone.

Shaking her head, she passed the dog without a second glance. She stopped at the bench, grabbed the water bottle and opened her bag. She dropped the waterbottle in and swung the bag onto her back. She flicked her gaze once to the dhampir, shook her head once and spoke softly to the dog Bye,Schildkröte. she murmured, but it was forced. Turning on her heel, she haunched her shoulders and began to head out, in low spirits and a bad mood.

Tagged; Acton
Words; around 600
Muse; Low
Notes; Eh it bad but oh well
Lyrics from Call me when your sober by Evanescence

You want me, come find me
Make up your mind

[ACTON CHACE BENSON]

Sometimes Acton didn’t understand why people even considered talking to him. Almost every single person in the Academy knew that if you talked to Acton Benson you were almost guaranteed to feel offended or frightened in some way. Either Acton was pissed off enough to actually use physical force to get his message across or he would use a simple “if looks could kill” glare that quite frankly would make a grown man shake in his boots. There were the rare occasions where Acton used his words, meaning yelling like he was on the verge of murder, not the calm discussion that people usually associate with using your words.

Now even if people didn’t know that they shouldn’t even get within a 3 foot radius of Acton they still avoided him. The dude was kind of scary. First of all his sheer size was frightening, being 6’8” and layered with lean muscles was kind of intimidating. Then the wild look of his black hair added to his dangerous and icy eyes just seemed to pull together the whole bad ass, scary guy look. However the thing that topped everything off was the fact that scars were noticeable no matter what he wore. There were scars up his arms, down his legs, on his jaw line, and the most prominent ones resided on his back. The guy was just scary looking which helped the dangerous aura that he seemed to emit that caused even more people to stay away.

There were the people that ignored his reputation, the stories, and his physical appearance. Those people were the ones that seemed to make Acton even angrier than he was usually. It just seemed that everyone found a way to make him mad or annoy him and because of this Acton determined that he just wasn’t fit to be living amongst people. Hence his decision that he would never ever, ever become a Guardian. There was also the fact that Acton believed that he could never protect anyone but himself because it had become a habit after his little Strigoi hunting excursion.

It seemed that every time that this Guardian opened her mouth Acton wanted to burst out in laughter. Not because what she said was comical, but Acton found it truly humorous that she thought he gave a damn about anything she said. What was he to care if she had changed because of what happened to her. People change all the time she just had to get over it. Why was he supposed to care if she ran off and became a bloodwhore? His mother was called a bloodwhore, even though that was definitely not what she was. That was one thing that made Acton mad even before the incident, people insinuating that his mother was a bloodwhore when she was nothing of the sort.

When the girl turned around Acton could say he was relieved. People didn’t just make him angry, but they made him tense too. He didn’t want to put his guard down around anybody because that would give them a chance to latch onto a place in his heart and when they left they would tear out a huge chunk in his already battered heart. To Acton he just couldn’t risk getting close to anyone anymore because he just didn’t think he would be able to handle it if he was to blame for another death of someone he cared about, he just couldn’t. So when the girl turned to leave Acton was relieved, but it didn’t show on his emotionless mask of a face.

However even though Acton was glad that she was leaving Acton didn’t like that she would be getting the last word. You know Acton said lazily as he leaned against the wall and Turtle came bounding over to him. You lack creativity. There are plenty of other things to do besides being a bloodwhore. If Acton wanted to he could not be a Guardian and become a very very rare male bloodwhore or he could go live like a human. However there was no fun in those occupations. Acton still knew he wanted to protect people even though it was an indirect way. He figured that he could kill the Strigoi before anything bad happened, it was like he was one step ahead of the stupid Guardians that just waited to be attacked. Maybe that’s why your Moroi got killed. Okay so Acton might have gone a little bit too far with that, but it was Acton and it’s not like he gave a damn if he hurt someone’s feelings when he spoke his mind.

WORD ;; 773
STATUS ;; finished
TAGGED ;;valoel
OUFIT ;; tight blue shirt and black sweatpants
NOTES ;; here ya go