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❝ were you always this beautiful ? i think you’ve been holding out on me. ❞ (Trevor to Sypha)

sypha rolled her eyes, but smiled softly. she didn’t necessarily feel not-beautiful, just different. having a belly the size of a small planet was not an easy adjustment, but it would have been much harder without her boys around. “have to give you things to look forward to.” she teased, standing on her tip-toes to kiss him…which was difficult in her state, and with the belly getting in the way. “thank you, honey, but i will be happy when they’re ready to get out of there. i want to meet them…and i’m tired…and sore.” she whined, dramatically letting her head fall onto her husband’s chest.

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"You had my attention, now you have my fury.” - Dorme for Obi-Wan

“i never meant to evoke the latter.” obi-wan was on guard. we’re her memories contorted? he had never thought of the other as anything but a loyal friend to padme, he wondered why she hadn’t thought the same of him. “dorme, we both lost a friend…let us not be enemies. let us both be glad that she is alive and well in this strange world we’ve landed in…”

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“are you sure you don’t want flattery? with a divine, delicious beauty such as yourself, you wouldn’t be making my job too hard.” he charmed, the words falling easily from his lips, sweet like honey too. but he was no idiot, he knew who he was dealing with. she had been a vampire a long time, she could see passed their seductive bullshit quite naturally.

“i’m good with my fingers.” astarion smirked, not easily intimidated, willing to play this little game they had going. “light on my feet, too. when the shadows are all you have, darling, you make them your friend.” he could see her, willing to survive just like him, just had a different method…astarion was even willing to silently concede that it was a better one. “now, you just have to assure me that this can remain…inconspicuous. i’m fine with a spat here and there, fine with taking out a problem or two, but it cannot mess with my life outside of the shadows, i’m out.”

"i'm used to more... flattering titles. but at least you've recognised me, i guess," emma says, with a roll of her eyes. insulting, really, when she remembered him straight away. "loopholes? honey, these are perks. besides, i can do much more than that." her lips curl into a smirk, and she raises a brow. if these were surprising to him, emma guessed that they were different types of vampires. "you’re not wrong, though. i have mastered the art of loopholes. survival’s a game and i play it better than most." emma takes a step closer. "you want in? darling, you just stopped me from my meal tonight. but of course, you do. who wouldn’t? it’s not every day you find someone who’s turned blood into a business and an art form." she circles him, her movements slow and deliberate as she observes. "but here’s the thing," she said, her voice softening into something more dangerous, "i don’t just let anyone waltz in and sip from my chalice. my little setup didn’t come easy, and i don’t share the secrets with those who don’t understand the value of what they’re being offered." stopping in front of him, she met his gaze with a sharp smile, her fangs glinting under the dim light. "so, what do you have to offer me? i’m not in the charity business, and as charming as i'm sure you are, charm won’t cut it." she leans in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "but if you’re willing to prove you’re more than just another thirsty fool, i might just consider it. who knows? you might even surprise me."

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aurelie sniffled and pulled away as a wave of guilt hit her. she needed him so badly she had forgotten just how much she had hurt him. “keegan i’m sorry. i know you say we’re soulmates, i know all of that, so if you’re still mad at me i get it. i know i messed up i-“ she sniffled and tried to calm down, her words running away from her. but years of missing him were pent up for a long time, the floodgates were finally open. she wiped her tears on the back of her sleeve, not even able to look at him.

“i lost myself, my mom and brother’s death…i couldn’t get over it. i felt different from the girl you fell in love with, i didn’t want you to feel like you weren’t getting what you signed up for.” she hated who she was after her mother and her brother passed away, but her sorrow consumed her and she didn’t know how to break away from it. but she knew that her good, magic, irish boy did not deserve to put up with that. “i was cursed, i had lost everyone, and i couldn’t lose you. i left because i thought that was your best chance at having a better life…”

Keegan only came to this bar for one reason, and that was to get drunk, it numbed his emotions which he had been trying to do since his memories came back. He didn't want to remember his golden girl, no, she wasn't his and hadn't been in some time, she made sure of that. The son of Hecate took a sip of his Guinness, trying to drown the memories of the daughter of Apollo, which was hard when the singer on the stage almost sounded like her. Only more melancholic.

The son of Hecate glanced up when he heard the mention of a golden thread becoming loose, it made him think of how he once told Auerlie that a golden thread tied them together. Blue hues met the familiar eyes on the stage, which caused his magic to sting at his fingertips as he accidentally started to freeze his drink. The demigod shook his head, looking away as he reigned his magic in before he stood up from the bar and threw money down.

Keegan thought he would have more time before seeing her again, more time to get his thoughts in order when it came to her. He hadn't even planned what to say when he found her again. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt her arms wrap around him, and the tears starting to soak his shirt.

A pang of hurt hit him when the brunette heard her words as he turned to face her. "Aurelie," He spoke softly, almost in disbelief. Keegan didn't know how to put into words what he was thinking, nor did he remember how he was supposed to act around her. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and keep her tucked away in his embrace, just as much as he wanted to comfort her. Then he remembered what happened the last time they saw each other.

The brunette remembered how she asked for space, well more accurately how she pushed him away. Yet, Keegan knew that this time around he wasn't going to let that happen, especially since she was the one who made the first step by actually coming to him, even though she was in the middle of a set. "I told you before, a golden thread connects us. Some type of soulmate shit, it always draws us to each other." A hint of laughter escaped him as he finally wrapped his arms around her.

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❛ i don’t usually just walk up to strangers but my friends set me up to it. ❜ ( juliet to anyone )

“that’s okay, i don’t bite.” the burlesque dancer gave the other a kind smile and pulled up a stool for her to sit on. technically babette was off the clock, but she didn’t mind entertaining the club guests a bit longer. it was babette’s job to be a good hostess at the club, but most of the time it didn’t feel so much like a job. she liked people, and it was especially easy for her to make sure the women in the club felt safe. “my name is babette, what’s your name and what sent you over here, cherie?”

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❛  are you always this straightforward with strangers ?  ❜ loki and any

“honestly? yeah.” mira shrugged. she wasn’t necessarily always honest, when you were the rebel leader who hatched a plot to overthrow the standing queen, you had to be adept at your fair share of deception. but for acquaintances? friends? or random people she just met? always. “if you’re always straightforward it means you have nothing to hide, nothing to loose.” so maybe that was a bit of a lie too. “i meant it though, you look hot in that suit. not coming on to you or anything, it’s just important for people to know that they look hot when they do.”

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❝ if i wake up to find that every cabinet and door in the house is open, that probably means it’s haunted, right ? ❞ (Nesta and Caleb)

“well, i didn’t use telekinesis to will them all open if that is what you’re are asking.” caleb teased lightly. he began setting the table, the food he was making them both was almost ready. he never knew he would come to enjoy her company so much, they were opposites in every way. she seemed so cool, so confident and he was a nerd. and he was very aware that she was totally and completely out of his league. “did that really happen to you? that seems like a prank my friend jester would pull…and knowing her, she just might have.”

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“honey, you have no idea.” fifteen smirked. he wasn’t trying to intentionally stare, but the other had caught the doctor’s attention. he was handsome, the doctor wouldn’t lie, but it wasn’t exactly a temptation. “easy tiger, i’m spoken for too. just impressed by your work ethic. not everyone can haul fish around like that for that long…and that’s coming from someone who used to be a pirate.” he laughed, that life was one of a different version of him. no matter who they were, they didn’t think they would have the strength to do what their new companion was doing. “so, what are you? pirate? or regular old sailor boy?”

A sigh escaped his lips as his body slumped back into the bench, exhausted from the day of work he'd had. Exercise was good and all, but the basic training he'd had in Thirteen was nothing compared to the average day of hauling fish out of nets and onto the boat. Finnick had been planning on going straight home, but the bench had called to him, even with the cold air hitting his face.

Feeling eyes on him, Finnick's gaze shifted around until he met their eyes, and a little smile pulled at his lips. "Enjoying the view?" He called out to them, before holding up his left hand, golden band shining in the sunlight. "I don't blame you, but I am spoken for."

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penelope gave a laugh, out of relief, to try and quell her anxiety. she used the pad of her thumb to wipe away his tears and kissed his forehead. her son was alive, they could all be together, things, for once, could be okay. “i’m much better now. i was worried about you too.” she paused at his last question. she didn’t know how telemachus would feel, it had been so long since they were all together. telemachus didn’t even know his father….but this had to be joyus news, or it was all she could do to assume that was the case. “your father is here. we’ve both spent every day looking for you and worrying about where you might be. i’ve told him so much about you…he’s eager to see you.” penelope encouraged, knowing that her son had always wanted to make his dad proud.

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penelope spent hours by the water. she used to walk the shores just to feel closer to her husband, like if she could touch the water, maybe her husband could sense her, that poseidon or eros or hermes would take mercy and send him a message from her. she supposed now she walked by the water to hop for her son. she knew when she arrived here that telemachus wasn’t on the water, but she couldn’t think of any other way to reach him. her heart hurt thinking that he might be unprotected, that he had spent so much time protecting her that she just up and left him. she would never, not if the gods themselves asked her to, abandon her son.

which is why when she saw the figure walking across the beach, she knew immediately and her heart stopped. “telemachus…telemachus!” the queen dropped her bucket of shells and tan as fast as her legs could take her and pulled her son into the tightest hug she could muster. tears flowed freely from her eyes. her son was alive, he was here. she pulled away and cupped his face, squishing his cheeks just a little. “are you hurt? are you okay? no one hurt you, right? you’re really here?” she asked, now laughing through her tears while simultaneously checking her sweet son for any signs of harm.

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“if that is the cross i must bear, metaphorically speaking dear, then i suppose that will do.” despite her jeer, she leaned into his touch. she was beyond happy to have her husband back, she knew losing him again would have been too much for him. “you’re right. it was mostly the in-home science lab that sold me.” she teased, pecking his lips softly. “i’ve missed you too, very much. what have you been doing all this time?” she asked, hoping that he had not locked himself away.

Dracula couldn't help chuckling at her flirting, relieved to find her alright and her usual self. "Or, and I argue the better option, is that I never leave your side again. That way you don't get lost and you still get to see me." In the blink of an eye he was down the stairs and in front of her, the vampire lifting a hand to gently touch her cheek. "You certainly never fell for me because of my manners my darling. But I can do greetings. Hello my love. I've missed you."

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that worried caleb maybe more than it should have. he had seen houses burn, literally and figuratively…he didn’t want to see the other get hurt. then again, that was probably why he held everything in, not wanting to get hurt. “ja, well, the trouble is that i do actually give a shit, fucker, so i’m here for you.” caleb teased lightly, gently resting his chin on the shoulder he had kissed, wrapping his arms around the other from behind lazily. “will you at least come back to bed? don’t let your thoughts keep you up.”

"Maybe you should let the house burn." He wasn't quite sure what he meant by that. Something destructive, he supposed. In a figurative way, burning down the things around him seemed fitting. He didn't dwell on those thoughts for too long, though. He couldn't, he wouldn't. "I have a knack for trouble following me around." He sighs softly, a small smile forming on his lips from the kiss. "Don't feel obligated to stick around, I'd understand.

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fifteen smiled into the kiss, this one being much less heartbreaking than the last. he subconsciously held into the man just a little tighter at the memory. he pulled away and wrapped his arms around the other’s waist. “i don’t know. something about a time-traveling bounty hunter who wants to be all mysterious but plays kylie minogue and has a heart of gold sounds pretty good to me.” the doctor teased, a love struck grin on his face. “speaking of your profession, what are you going to do in this world? i don’t know much about having a normal life, but bounty hunting isn’t exactly the most common job…have any employable hobbies?” he asked, because he sure didn’t.

Rogue watched the other as he reacted, surprised to see that the Doctor was at all surprised. They'd kept to flirting and messing around mostly, but Rogue hadn't seriously flirted with anyone since the other man had shown up. Hadn't really wanted to, with this infuriating but brilliant man paying him any attention.

"Of course I do. How could I not?" Rogue chuckled a little, continuing to watch the other. It really was cute, how obviously delighted he was and yet was trying to stay calm and collected at the same time, seeing him reigning in that excitement making him chuckle. "I'm the one who should be shocked here. You're far too good to fall for me." He chuckled softly before smirking a little at him. 'Oh? just to be sure huh? That can be arranged..." Lifting a hand to the other's cheek, Rogue met his eyes for a moment, his expression softening completely before closing the space between them and kissing him deeply.

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“what do i need to know?” erik asked softly, his eyes to her lips before coming to his senses. he knew about the narrative about their lives, knew that they had a history, even if it was nearly impossible for him to believe. but it did give him just the faintest glimmer of hope…he had never let himself hope like this before. “christine, i do not know our full history. but i do i do know the things i did in the past were unforgivable. were i a stronger man i would have kept reading and watching our tale, but i am not. i’m…i’m not a good person. you’re the angel of music, christine, always were and have been. you do not deserve to reckon with all of my…complexities.”

The stolen glances she'd been taking suddenly ceased. Now she didn't hide the truth that she gazes only at him. "Erik," his name tasted sweet on her tongue, especially in the present, "I speak with no dishonesty. I've come to cherish our time together as of late. I suspect more than those moments we shared back in Paris." Christine speaks plainly, not daring to glance away as if that would somehow frighten him away and back into the shadows. She refused to let him back into the darkness to hide, not when she wanted to greet the light of day by his side. "But I didn't say it to be kind. I said it only because you need to know. You need to know so much more."

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“for causing you so much sorrow.” yes and yes. she should have been more careful, should have made sure she couldn’t be found, should have taken more time to teach others of the natural science to prove something other than witchcraft. she should have stayed dead. death was not enough to absolve her from regret.

“a very good change, you’ve grown so handsome.” she smiled, a watery laugh as she looked upon her son, a soft hand to his cheek. the laugh was cut short.

her face fell solemn, she steeled herself to answer honestly. “yes, he’s here. i know what happened.” she explained, even though it pained her to do so. “you have my word alucard that i won’t tell him. you two will find each other when the time is right.” she had to believe that. “just…please keep in mind that he is still your father, calling him dracula won’t change that.” she cautioned, her gentle hand brushing his cheek. “gods…we have so much to discuss.”

Alucard heard her pulse quicken, yet he ignored it. His eyes narrowed as he watched her. Brows furrowed when she apologized, silently wondering if she was sorry for dying, or for not remaining dead. Her being alive just made all of those deaths his father caused seem even more needless. "For what, mother?" He questioned, a brow raised as he moved out of the shadows. Alucard had missed her terribly and was grieving her just as much as his father, yet it never seemed like his own father saw past his own grief and anger. This was evident by the way Dracula attacked his own son. The blonde wrapped his arms around the shorter frame of his mother, breathing in her scent for a moment before standing still when she pulled away and let her take a good look at him. "I had to. Hopefully, it's a good change?" He shook his head at his own question, preferring not to have an answer as he fully pulled away from her as his face grew serious. "If you're alive and here, is he? Is fath---" Alucard paused with another shake of his head. "Is Dracula here?" It was a fear of his to see his father in Ivy Cove, especially now with him just confessing his feelings for the two Belmonts, and with Sypha being with child. Alucard didn't want his father to be in any town near them. "You cannot tell him about this place."

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closed starter || aurelie nottingham and hyacinthus nottingham

it really was a shot in the dark, but a good one. she heard of a community art club, and that was the closest thing to her brother’s own job back at their home. she had heard of people who had died being brought back to life in this world, but she held her breath. apollo’s golden child had never actually been that lucky, especially since nearly everyone she cared about died in the first place. but she had to know, had to at least give herself the assurance that he wasn’t here.

but in the golden light was her brother, his face the perfect muse for artists aspiring and professional. je looked happy, content, like the brother she had know just before he left. she felt tears prick at her eyes. her grief had hit her hard, her brother came into this world with her, it was always hard knowing that they wouldn’t be around one another towards the end. she watched in silence until people began packing up their things, she hadn’t actually realized she had stayed that long. she was going to slip out quietly, no need to curse herself here as well, and let him have a happy life. but it was too late. her eyes had met his and her breathing stopped.

“hyacinthus…you’re alive.” she declared, stupidly she realized, but she couldn’t hide her shock. she wanted to hold her brother close and never let him go, but she wasn’t sure she deserved it. not after creating distance from him, not after everyone had passed. it scared her to be so close again. “i’m glad to see you. you were amazing up there.”

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mira was sneaky, and she was quick on her feet, so it wasn’t long before her bow was out at the sight of…were those fucking dragons? the rebel’s eyes widened, her heart beating hard and fast in her chest. she didn’t dare put down the bow until the dragons stood down, and even then she only lowered it slightly.

“how the fuck did you learn to control dragons?” she asked, her fight or flight instincts waging a war inside her. “I thought the age of dragons was over, that the dragons were long gone, and you have two.”

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Violet spun on her heels hands raised. She had met up with her dragons out in the middle of the woods, in the widest opening she could find to accommodate Tairn's size. "Andarna don't." The younger dark purple dragon had it's tail raised and head low in a growl. "Tarin stop it." The larger black scaled dragon leaned his head down closer to Violet in a protective stance. "I'm sorry, i'm sorry, they are just feeling a little extra protective." She shot both dragons a steely look. "You can't just burn everyone on this island." Violet thought down the bond, "Why not?" Andarna questioned and Violet couldn't help but roll her eyes. "I promise their fine." She assured them both allowing them both to back up and give Violet her space. "Again, I'm sorry.. Ever since I regained my memories, they are worried about losing me again." She stuffed her hands in her pockets, "Did you get turned around? Can I help you back into town."

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closed starter || sypha belnades and alucard tepes

sypha tried to ignore the tears running down her cheek. trevor was hurt, she needed to be there for him, and he needed to be there for her, alucard, and their child. being stressed and pregnant did nothing to help herself calm down, but taking out her frustration on the herbs that were now in the mortar was helping. she thought she could get away with just crying in the kitchen alone until she heard footsteps.

“alucard, would you grab the aloe and the future for me please?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady, hoping he wouldn’t see the tear she tried hard to keep at bay.

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