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‘ if we continue to live as we do now, then we disgrace the past and don’t deserve a future. ’ | DAVID.

hybrid. noble blood & a heart of gold. groomed for leadership, bound for glory. death before dishonor. don’t raise your voice; improve your argument. a sharp mind wielding gentle hands. war is always personal. quiet rebellion. stand & fight. to command is to serve. if not you, then who? always read the rules before you break them. learn from history. pupil. mentor. more than a birthright. turn another page. protect her to your last breath. a boy-king lives beside his people. —— commander & elder  ☽  the eastern coven.

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( meta ) ; the first time David ever catches himself l o o k i n g at Eve, as a woman and not as his charge; what was going on, what was he thinking, how did he feel? B)))

MEME | accepting

   Truthfully, David cannot name a definitive ‘first time’ he looked at Eve this way. Acknowledging his feelings for her did not come all at once, but in a multitude of instances here and there — and we all very well know how stubbornly he worked to keep their relationship’s intimacy an appropriate one. Long after he’d begun to ache and want for her, the desires alone were ( for a time ) not enough for him to step forward and claim it. There is something to be said in the way David taught E v e to take her place in the world, to pursue her desires and accept nothing less — while denying himself the same.    Some were minor things — things he never quite took for granted but in one time or another became invariably aware of in altered light. One such realization came in sacrosanct hours of the library, when Eve shifting to get comfortable saw her legs haphazardly laid across his own; half-caught between his book and in the familiarity of a thing, David’s hand slid warmly along her knee, then a few centimeters higher. Turning the page never seemed a more difficult reprieve. ( He touches her like he has the right to ).    Others formed from quiet indulgences kept perfectly close to his chest. Increasingly he and Eve ventured off together, usually somewhere close by — but there were occasional bouts when such trips spanned a weekend or longer. After a time, Eve became more than charge, and he more than her keeper. They were friends — even then the word always seemed ill-fitted — and David found himself looking forward to their time spent together: not in training, not tucked away in plain sight — but alone. Whether they took to the city or to the wilds with equal fervor, it was simple. David, and Eve with her camera, and a comfortable silence bisected only by the click, click, click, of a shutter, and soft tones beckoning him to look. ( He likes the way she says his name. )         David has, from the very beginning, taken a sort of voyeuristic pleasure in seeing Eve indulge in food or drink. One of many gifts that the singularity of her bloodline granted her, it is an experience he knows he can never himself live. Except here. Here he can and does live for the vicarious opportunities. Truly, this was not always as insinuating as it sounds. He cherished these moments  for the simple enjoyment to burst like starshine across her face: even when Eve found herself ill-favored to one taste or another, David took great love in being able to share in just another adventure. It was not until much, much later: when a flicker of tongue licking sugar from her mouth accompanied fleeting looks behind her lashes; when lips wrapped around the head of a beer bottle drew his gaze and intrigue much lower. ( He wonders how her mouth tastes. )       And what of her happiness? Perhaps at the risk of sounding a little smitten and cliche, David is never as greatly rewarded than when Eve enjoys herself, without fear for judgment. Let him recount endless nights when she dragged him half-asleep by the sleeve, appealing that he come, come see. Come with her to the top of the spire there, and watch the lightning storm. Tell her, has he ever seen a flock of birds so large as this? The Pack kicked them up a number of minutes ago and— has he ever seen them hover that way before? An evening dotted in a thousand wings; the sky moving and rolling and roaring like the ocean. Yes–countless times she’d asked him to look, to stand with her and watch — and so often David’s gaze instead fixated on her upturned features, soft and curious with gentle wonderment. ( He aches just looking at her. ) 

   And, of course, there were those moments far more difficult to deny, when later years saw Eve growing bolder beneath her lashes, with her hands dared to just cross the line. He was never blind to her as she grew within her own skin, her own ability. He was not alone in that. Other men followed her with their eyes, human and Lycan both — and the way their gazes lingered too long was near enough for him to snap his teeth. But the men? They are secondary, entirely, to the problem Eve herself presents. She is the sort of problematic a man should be eager to have: beautiful, curious and wanting and soft, shameless in the way she colors, in the way she scents after a spar. He wonders why she always has to run off so soon, wonders if she would feel so light sitting astride him for real, not on the sparring mat but in her bed —  ( He dreams of the way she moans. ) 

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send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed

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#( seriously. ) #( maybe it was accidental. ) #( but come on. )  #( don't incorporate someone else's creative legwork into your muse w/o asking. )

unshaken.  psa: don’t make an rp blog for a 2.5D canon character who comes with zilch in the way of canonical backstory, play him as a 400+ year old bitten-vampire, and then – only after someone else who plays that character kindly shares their character-specific fic with you – decide to alter your muse’s backstory to fall in line with their fic’s characterization. because not only is it confusing to anyone reading your page, but it’s also fuckin’ shady as shit. 

like?? you wanna incorporate some aspects from someone else’s fic into your depiction of a character – some very obviously-lifted background information that wasn’t specific to the fandom to start with? try asking permission first – & then, after, credit that shit. i don’t care if there’s ‘no new ideas under the sun’ or ‘this is just rp, it’s not real’ ; yeah, no, to hell with that. 

have some creative integrity.

y’aint slick.

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“Perhaps you’ll indulge me..”

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❛ What are you doing out here? ❜ ( - valouriism )

❛ i’m sorry. ❜  it was all she could think to say – primarily because this wasn’t his problem, or part of his job description, but she couldn’t think of anywhere else to go. but no, that wasn’t quite true, was it? she could have gone some place ( anywhere else, a hotel even ) but the first person she thought of was David. 

it always was.

to be fair, turning up outside his door at 2am wasn’t really ideal; sometimes David let her edge the line of what he considered appropriate between them, but more often than not he was the one to say no when all she wanted was – more. but in this at least, she was fairly sure he wouldn’t turn her away. 

( he was good that way. )

‘ i – i uh, had to leave a party,’  she said by way of explanation, smoothing a hand down the front of her skirt self-consciously. she offered him a small, quick smile – and tucked a curl of rain-dampened hair back behind her ear.  ‘ i was going to go home – but i told mother i’d be staying with a friend for a few days and lucian’s over for the weekend, and…’  she trailed off, unsure how to explain just how much she did not want to interrupt her parents. finally, at a loss, she peeked up at him, only just stopping herself before she caught her lower lip between her teeth nervously.

‘ could i maybe – stay here for a while? ’

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what do the tag for david mean? first and last what??

everything. tbh, pick anything – they’re all accurate. her first & last friend, her first & last love, her first & last ally, the person to whom her first & last impulse for loyalty belong. david meant the world to eve before they were lovers, but as his queen, as his consort, as his partner – yes, he is her everything, and she’s not afraid to own that.

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❛ Do you trust me? ❜ ( - valouriism )

❛ always. ❜  it’s an answer that she can give without thought, without time for consideration or second guessing. her trust extends to so few people so readily, but chiefest amongst them will always be ( has always been ) him. even with her back to a wall, with a knife to her throat – with the whole world upside down – she would trust David with her life. that this is only a training exercise makes no difference at all.

still, there’s something to be said for the inherent discomfort that comes from not being able to see, from having one of her keenest senses taken from her, even temporarily. but perhaps that was the point of the exercise, as it had been in the tunnels – to make her rely not on her sharp sight, but on everything ( anything ) else.  ruefully, eve brushes light fingertips over the front of the blindfold, and takes a steadying breath, aware of the emptiness of the training hall around them, aware of David – somewhere in front of her, off to her right, she thinks. 

if this is payback for her trick down in the tunnels ( he hates when she goes off script, when she relies more on instinct than instruction, than training ) it’s well chosen. he has not handed her a weapon, and that is almost as disorienting as the lack of vision. standing in the center of the wide open room, there is no obstacle to track herself against, no inherent markers to orient with if need be ( if she’s attacked, if she’s turned around ) – and she is suddenly very acutely aware of the fact that she is at David’s mercy in this. 

a beat of silence, and she hears her heart, steady but loud in her ears. 

‘ what do you want me to do? ’ 

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Eve: fiGHT ME(ง •̀_•́)ง

David: Eve no

Eve: (ง •̀_•́)ง

David: *sighs*

David: (ง •̀_•́)ง

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                        KATHERINE’S 5TH ANNIVERSARY !!

katherine !!  ♥  friend, congratulations on making it to five glorious years in the tumblr rp community, & better yet, five amazing years playing our favorite queen, selene. it’s tough to come up with something lovely & eloquent to say here, because so much has already been said ( and because i lack lucian’s skill with pretty words  )  but – listen, you’ve changed the face of the underworld fandom ( for the better, always ) & i am always 2000% happy about being around to witness your greatness, & being able to play with a writer and a muse who are both so thorough & genuine & well-developed. we’ve been mutuals for what feels like forever, & friends too, & i feel i can comfortably say hell fuckin’ yeah, you go partner, that’s my partner. don’t you ever dare hate on your writing in my presence, because a) that’s bullshit, stop that, but also b) you need to love your writing as much as i do, bc if you don’t, you’re wrong, and you know i’ll tell you so.

i love always being able to come at you with my random underworld thoughts – & i’m glad now that when you made your initial faces at me three or so years ago when i laid out lucian’s survival to you, i didn’t let you shut your eyes to the way, the truth, and the light, bc look at what beauty has come out of it. from the monastery to the eastern coven; from the start of the war to the end of it, old gods & new – we’ve built an entire world out of headcanons & backstory, and populated it with characters and feels; we’ve laid out more fandom lore than the movies have, & quite frankly they should just hire us to fix their plot holes bc we do it better anyway. i lowkey live for 3am meta & what-if storms, and i love looking down at my phone at work & seeing that i’ve got some beautifully written thing to read on my next break, or rolling over in the morning to find a response already waiting for me. we’re on opposite sides of the planet & it’s not always easy, between sleep schedules and work schedules and muses clamoring for love and attention, but we manage & it’s so, so nice, okay.

thank you for convincing me to give lucian a blog, even if he’s reticent about using it for anything but his woman; thank you for making david a blog, so that eve can listen to his music; thank you for letting asher be a brother to his commander & a pain in his vampire boyfriend’s ass ( literally; ba dum dum tiss ). thank you for being the best kind of rp partner; supportive, creative, and patient. thank you for putting up with my wall-o’ text replies, and my random periodic disappearances. thank you for letting me lovingly con you into not one, not two, but three ships in this fandom. thank you for never scoffing at any au ( any of the seven or eight ) i’ve thrown at you. thanks for hurting me & making me laugh & making me need to go take a cold shower, all in turns. thank you for being a sweetheart; thank you for keyboard smashing at me at 5am. thanks for creating your muses, thanks for loving all of mine ( every single one of those punks ) & thanks for keeping up our snapstreak, & thanks for being my friend. we love you. ♥

happy 5th anniversary, @xprodigium. 

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