his look softened as he relaxed more, smile widening as he gazed unti dorian’s eyes. his anxiety began to dissipate, making him close his eyes and take a deep breath. dorian always managed to make him feel better.

he nodded a little bit with a small smile, opening his eyes and carefully pulling away to meet dorian’s gaze.

“i’m just glad that you’re here…” he softly said as he stayed in dorian’s arms, keeping his face hidden.

he lets out a shaky breath as he holds onto dorian, hiding his face in his shoulder. “i’ve felt nothing but anxiety all day…” he mumbles.

he’s currently sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, eyes closed and leg bouncing up and down. he’s trying to stay calm.

okay :(

he’s been on the verge of a panic attack alllllll day. help-

he’s quietly sitting in his apartment, staring at the ceiling, chest tight with a slow inhale. a lot is happening.

* blinks and clings to dorian quietly as he watches, heart racing with anxiety. he closes his eyes and hides his face in dorian’s shoulder *

* he smiles lightly at dorian before his face immediately drops and his face goes pale at the sound of freddy’s voice. he looked at him with widened eyes *

* he opens his eyes as he looks up at dorian again * it’s okay…i just…she’s such an evil person…i would hate for her to get to you…i wouldn’t be able to live with myself…

* blinks and nods a little bit, swallowing back a lump in his throat. he shakily sighs and closes his eyes as he melts in dorian’s touch *

* leans into dorian quietly, glancing up at him with a small nod * …i just don’t want anything to happen to you.

* watches her closely before letting out a sigh, eyes closing as he rubs his face with his hands *

* he raises his brows momentarily before furrowing them again as he stares her down angrily *

fucking /watch/ me…. * he speaks through gritted teeth and a cold glare to his usual soft green eyes *

* he notices and lunges quickly with furrowed brows and a clenched jaw, smacking the holy water out of her hands and shoving her back, stepping in front of dorian * do /NOT/ * his voice is firm and strict *

* slowly widens his eyes as he glances between the two anxiously * …dorian…

yeah see, that’s not gonna happen because unlike you he has someone who won’t let anything like that happen to him….because he’s loved….and you’re sad and lonely soooo…

* WHEEZES *

oh noooo i actually have moralssss how horriblllleee

it’s your fault for coming back.

ohhh man, i’m in the mood for some fighting today. if she wants to test the waters tonight, by ol’ means…

side eyeing a certain someone…

he grinned sweetly at the other, kissing the side of his head. “i’m doing alright, how about you…?” he gently asked, resting his chin back on dorian’s shoulder happily.

he shuffles over and wraps his arms around dorian from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder while placing a soft kiss to his jaw, humming lightly. “hey there…”

he tossed the pillows into the back after he followed her, yawning once more.

he nodded as he grabbed a couple of pillows. he then came back, holding the pillows close.

he raises a brow as he listens. he slowly inhales and sits up. “okay, let’s go…” he tiredly says as he rubs his eyes, standing to his feet.

he lets out a small tired huff and groan as he slowly lifts his head to look at her, squinting his eyes so they can adjust to the light.

she may have to give him a little nudge to get him to move from the couch-

he couldn’t agree more.

time passed as he slept and held the plushie close. he then slowly opened his eyes and squinted his eyes to adjust. he rubbed his eyes and yawned, slowly sitting up.

as he dozed off he softly said; “i love you…” before he fell asleep. he held the plushie close as he slept.

he opened his eyes and gazed up at dorian, smiling lightly with a small nod. he looked at the plushie, his smile widening a bit. he gently took the plushie with a yawn before he laid back down, heavy eyes closing.

he closed his eyes as he leaned back. “yeah…” he lightly replied. he fell quiet as he sat and slowly calmed down a bit.

he shrugged a little and rubbed his eyes with his hands. “just tired…work and the gigs have been really draining me…” he softly said with a tired sigh.

he laid there quietly for a moment before he moved the one pillow from off his head then looked at dorian. he slowly sat up with a soft sigh. “sorry.” he softly said.

his face is buried in a pillow, holding another over his head. between work and the gigs he’s been tired and moody.

currently laying face first in the couch with a loud groan. he’s TIIIIRED

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♰ 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐄 ♰ An original character crafted for various verses. Pop punk & alternative rock musician. Vampire. 22. Fandom & era flexible. Written by #𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞 ♡ + ↺

sitting with his cheek in his palm, looking at an old photo of him with his mom. he misses her, it’s been a hard day.

// redoing this to narrow stuff down a bit 😭 for a full character revamp with yungblud as the fc?? 1️⃣ Vampire 2️⃣ Siren 3️⃣ Human/possibly witch 📊 Show results

•. STARTER FOR @sammymarcus.bsky.social .• ziggy had just finished up a gig that night, grinning as he waved at the crowd and stepped off stage. he let out a breath as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. “okay, we ready to break the equipment down and load it into the van?” ziggy’s lead singer +

Sammy Marcus: 🌪️Raised by her grandpa 🌪️Grew up on a Montana ranch 🌪️Loves riding horses 🌪️Studies history 🌪️Character is 18-24 years old depending on SL 🌪️Writer is 21+ 🌪️MV/MS, SLs DO NOT CROSS 🌪️MDNI

// like this if you want to plot something :,)

he’s currently laying on the ground, staring at the stars with a cigarette in between his lips. he’s in his head tonight. and burnt out.