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during times like these, sachairi hated the idea of the morning rising. although ever the morning person, as of late? the night seemed more alluring, especially in the presence of her. true, he didn’t know exactly what they were, or what they were doing along the way, but what he did know? was that being with claudia felt…divine. especially when her teeth sank into his skin– a side effect from the vampiric poison lingering in his system. but as they kept going through the night, he must have dropped off as when her nails trail acros the stubble upon his chin, soft blue hues of eyes meet the vampire’s own.

“no…”     he whispered, a light laugh leaving the vrajiit as a lazy hand reached up to gently touch her hair with reverence.     “you’ve had enough beauty sleep as it is for…however long you’ve been walking the lands for. stay.”     it wasn’t a demand– more of a statemented request. he knew that he can’t control her, the power dynamic between them tilted in her favour tenfold. maybe that’s why he liked her presence so much? the authority that she commanded.     “…i can get some curtains to hang over the windows?”

at  his  arrival  from  the  depths  of  sleep  she  finds  herself  ever  inquisitive  as  he  wakes.  out  of  all  her  interests,  he  perhaps  twinkled  much  brighter.  perhaps  she’s  fallen  prey  to  the  storybook  of  big  bad  wolf  finds  itself  puzzled  over  the  tender  lamb.  either  way,  gaze  lingers  longer  and  kisses  are  often  stolen.  at  his  pleadings  smirk  softens,  shaking  her  head  with  a  musical  laugh.  alto’d  tone  dancing  with  femininity  as  she  finds  his  blue  gaze.  bright  &  brilliant  like  a  sunny  sky  she  hadn’t  seen  in  centuries.  she  marvels  at  him  then,  quietly,  keeping  her  fascination  neatly  locked  away  with  lock  and  key.  little  does  sachairi  know  ....  he  holds  that  key.  

gaze  flutters  to  warm  fingers  in  her  pale  hair.  the  contrast  of  color  is  inspiring  and  with  a  exasperated  sigh,  tall  towering  frame  is  shifting.  she  moves  with  supernatural  speed,  a  vision  of  color  to  come  and  hover  over  his  settled  frame.  sleep  clings  to  his  eyes  and  she  peers  down,  amused.  carefully  steadying  herself  with  her  hands  nails  digging  into  the  fabric  of  the  bedding  one  palm  on  each  sides  of  his  jaw.  “  griping  this  morning,  are  we  pet?  ”  teasing  spoken  with  endearment.  eyes  move  to  the  window  as  the  darkness  of  night  shifts  to  a  pale  gray.  knowing  she  only  has  a  hour  or  so  until  sunrise.  “  its  an  idea,  ”  she  muses  as  gaze  falls  back  to  them.  “  and  what  if  i  were  to  keep  you  from  your  duties  to  the  crown?  ”  she  withholds  a  smirk  now,  entirely  smug  at  his  need  for  longer  company.  truth  was,  she  wished  to  lounge  about  with  them,  too.  finding  sachairi  more  interesting  and  endearing  than  most.  slowly  she  lowers  herself  onto  his  form,  body  to  body.  he’s  warm  like  the  sun,  she’s  cool  as  ice.  the  joining  of  their  skin  on  any  notion  was  always  a  thrill.  face  nears  his  to  hover  her  lips  over  his.  a  ghost  of  a  touch  as  she  begins  to  chuckle  to  herself.  “  i  could  stay  all  day,  the  epitomy  of  an  entanglement  of  lovers.  or  stand  strong  and  depart,  leaving  you  wanting  more  for  the  evening,  mh?  ”  she  presses  a  sole  kiss  to  his  parted  lower  lip.  lifting  a  hand  she  reaches  to  grasp  the  base  of  his  throat.  her  touch  doesn’t  hold  passion  or  fervency  as  usual.  instead  its  paced  &  languid.  “  decisions,  decisions....  ”  she  purrs  quietly  splaying  ghostly  pale  fingers  out  like  a  black  widow  to  her  prey.  lips  falling  to  rest  on  stubbled  chin,  own  hazel  gaze  looking  to  him,  amused.  *

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Chapter 3: Full of Terrors

Location: iarna keep

Open starter!

Luisa refused to let anyone see that side of her after that night. Her own screams of agony after being faced with her worst fears only for it to be an illusion… to her it was embarrassing. Never again would she let anyone see her sweat.

As she prepared to go on a walk through the keep after leaving her apartment, she heard footsteps behind her.

“Care to join me? I’m about to go for a walk, a bit of walking always does the body good… does it not?” Luisa asked the person as she turned to face them.

she’s  a  curious  being  by  nature.  always  looking  for  her  next  amusement.  always  longing  for  a  new  shiny  trinket  to  play  with.  footfalls  are  eerily  voiceless  as  she  sweeps  through  the  hallway  ....  near  floating.  chin  lifted,  gaze  falls  upon  the  girl  and  she  inhales  slowly.

knowing  of  her  association  with  pinchlers  lips  quirk  idly.  they  were  such  a  messy  family.  entirely  human,  she  supposed.  “  hm,  ”  she  tsks  in  the  still  air  between  them.  “  ‘s  quite  late,  darling.  can’t  sleep?  ”  eyes  move  to  a  window,  nightfall  gleaming  back  at  them.  “  sure,  if  you  can  keep  up.  ”  she  cranes  her  neck  with  a  swift  jerk  for  her  to  follow  or  not,  continuing  on  her  perceived  path.  *

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                                    𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖆 𝖉𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓𝖙 💋

                                ( character inspo @warbornaes​ ) 

carmilla: a femme fatale, both seductive and manipulative. she is also selfish and will do anything to accomplish her goals by any means necessary. she proved very politically skilled. a true natured vampire.  while cunning and cautious, carmilla tends to be arrogant and overconfident. a thirst for violence. visionary & charismatic. doesn’t like to do dirty work herself, she will scheme and plot behind the scenes. carmilla has long abandoned any empathy for humans, sees them beneath her and vampires being the superior species. — castlevania ) 

lily frankenstein: a dark and violent character, a rageful being who uses her power to kill for what she deems justified. bloodthirsty to make those who have harmed her, pay. has a large ego. a merciless killer who can not be swayed. she is able to rally a feminist army, having the power of persuasion.  — penny dreadful )

cersei lannister: infexible and narcissistic. vengeful and highly competitive. cold and detached by nature. willful, ambitious and has a certain low cunning. she is hungry and greedy for power and readily believes in herself and her abilities.  — game of thrones )

hela:  hela has a raging, impatient, sadistic, callous, volatile, and supremely ambitious personality, which makes her prone to killing or maiming anyone who stands in her way. — thor ragnarok )

azula: from a young age, azula had a cruel, sociopathic personality, showing almost no empathy or remorse for actions that harmed others both physically and emotionally. obsessed with power and a skilled strategist.  — avatar the last airbender )

ravenna/evil queen: she is known to be cruel, arrogant, power-hungry, and extremely vain. she is obsessed with maintaining her beauty and immortality, and would go to any lengths to achieve her goals.  — snow white and the huntsman )

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he doesn’t trust her for a moment –– these vampires , these wicked little snakes were like trying to catch water between his fingers . aleksandar had learned a long time ago never to trust what you can’t control , and yet here he is , within the walls of iarna keep and all because of them , because of their queen who so desperately wants to be free of king basradu and that ridiculous treaty . they were so powerful , so beautiful and these kings were content to keep them hidden away for so many centuries . wasteful .

he’s tired now , ready to rest , prepare himself for what comes next . for a moment he isn’t able stand her words , her quiet victory when the chance to end basradu has slipped from him now , a second time . “ we’ve shaken them , ” he tilts his head , a frown creasing the space between his brows . “ bought some time –– but that king refuses to die . ” his words are loaded with venom , heavy with their resentment . he looks to her now , beautiful but he’s never cared much for that sort of thing . he wants only for power , for vengeance . “ you didn’t do too terribly yourself , my beauty . but now we keep hidden , keep our heads low and await the next opportunity . soon this kingdom will belong to us . ”  

there  is  a  darkness  in  his  aurora,  she  a  fellow  creature  of  darkness—  can  but  taste  it  in  all  its  own  likeness.  hand  departs  from  his  shoulder  as  she  looks  to  her  fellow  executioner  with  gleeful  accomplishment.  “  oh  but  he  will,  in  time  my  darling.  ”  lifting  her  arm  she  looks  to  her  own  hand  admiring  its  likeness  in  dim  candle  light.  “  power  courses  through  me  as  it  does  you.  the  power  for  greatness.  the  power  of  change.  we  need  but  another  swift  strike  to  bring  them  further  to  their  knees.  ”  her  fingers  clench  into  a  fist.  she  was  perhaps  just  as  impatient  as  he,  but  will  power  &  control  had  to  be  a  learned  skill.  otherwise  bloodshed  would  be  all  that  was  left  in  her  wake.  she  quiets  the  ravenous  monster  beneath  its  cocoon  of  human  flesh  lifting  a  brow  at  him.  

she  begins  her  slow  dance,  pacing  in  a  methodical  movement  back  and  forth  across  the  stretch  of  the  room.  “  i  believe  sooner  than  the  latter.  while  they’re  still  shaken  and  scrambling.  ”  arms  come  to  fold  neatly  behind  her  back,  tall  frame  allowing  the  pads  of  her  shoes  to  click  with  each  motion  back  and  forth.  “  how  long  will  it  take  your  abilities  to  recover?  for  you  to  rest?  ”  she  glances  up  at  him  through  icy  strands  that  have  cascaded  down  into  her  view.  it  doesn’t  hold  arrogance.  his  abilities  were  a  key  vantage;  that  she  understood.  they  needed  to  cater  to  his  gifts.  “  i  am  as  enthralled  as  you,  aleksandar.  we  cannot  allow  ourselves  to  become  too  eager,  judgment  can  become  clouded.  ”  a  soft  nod  in  understanding.  “  i  know  these  dungeons  well.  concealing  you  will  be  no  issue  i  assure  you.  ”  *

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a  being  hiding  behind  their  mind,  a  persona  of  the  shadows,  a  comrade  of  darkness.  a  pawn  to  be  manipulated.  she’d  seen  fear  many  times  ....  thrived  off  it.  but  there  was  a  particular  shock  factor  in  scaling  walls.  like  a  black  widow  she  climbs  movements  corrupt  and  unnatural.  it  kept  her  free  from  idiotic  guards  as  she  stalks  each  step  of  nailed  claws  into  stone.  with  a  soft  grunt  she’s  pulling  herself  onto  some  sort  of  balcony  as  she  watches  the  pinchler  enter  their  quarters.  nightfall  hung  heavy  and  she  moves  about  freely  without  the  sting  of  sunlight.  

pale  (  almost  translucent  )  frame  blurs  into  a  horror  of  black  as  she  takes  on  her  harpy  form.  human  frame  demented  and  distorted  as  waxy  black  wings  flutter  against  cool  night  air.  she  becomes  the  harrowing  tale  parents  tell  their  children  to  keep  them  in  at  night.  because  the  truth  was,  lost  souls  had  a  particular  kind  of  taste.  a  palatable  delight.  darkened  thickened  flesh  due  to  her  demon  form  touches  down  as  they  hold  a  bottle  shakily.  their  back  to  her  forefront.  claudia  releases  a  horror’d  screech  before  frame  is  blurring  in  a  surge  of  blackness  and  darkened  colors.  she  transforms  mid  lunge  needing  her  tongue  that  can  actually  speak  to  aid  to  her  advantage.  “  ah,  ”  frame  collides  into  them  aggressively,  every  intention  to  stun  her  pray.  “  if  it  isn’t  the  lesser  known  pinchler.  ”  flipping  his  frame  with  strength  that  isn’t  hers,  but  the  demon  beneath,  she  turns  them  to  face  her  fully.  they’re  about  the  same  height.  neck  twitches  unnaturally  and  jaw  stretches,  lips  parting,  fangs  pushing  past  pale  pink  gums.  “  you  reek  of  piss  and  sadness.  ”    claudia  hisses  at  the  closeness,  throwing  their  wrist  against  the  doorframe  behind  them.  “  open  the  fucking  door  or  i’ll  tear  your  throat  out,  ”  eyes  burn  as  dark  orbs  are  present,  any  color  of  her  eyes  from  a  past  life,  a  past  form,  a  mere  ring  of  light  color  around  dark  orbs.  gaze  shoots  to  the  left  where  previous  guards  had  been  posted.  “  don’t  bother.  they’re  occupied.  i  suggest  you  choose  your  next  actions  wisely.  ”  taking  a  small  step  back  hand  continues  her  vice  grip  on  their  wrist,  squeezing  in  anticipation  as  the  wrist  turns  white  from  the  pressure  exhorted.  *  @triumphends​ ft. tanguy 

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morning  was  approaching,  thus  her  time  of  rest.  she’d  depart  from  their  chambers  only  to  descend  back  into  the  dungeon.  blinking  she  gazes  at  the  ceiling  a  sigh  exhaled  getting  to  her  feet  and  loosely  throwing  on  the  fabric  of  her  robe  stepping  into  undergarments.  she’s  throwing  icy  locks  onto  one  shoulder.  the  ends  of  her  hair  twist  and  curl  around  her  waist.  satin  fabric  settles  against  skin  loosely  but  she  makes  her  way  over  to  him  sleeping  peacefully.  she  wonders  what  he’s  dreaming  about.  she  hopes  (  egotistically  )  its  her.  

crouching  down  slowly  before  his  sleeping  frame  lips  purse  in  thought.  she  always  had  a  game.  a  plan.  a  scheme.  she  couldn’t  let  him  see  that  in  fact  a  soft  spot  was  developing  for  this  particular  vrajit.  they  bantered  easily,  and  sex  was  good,  but  she  can’t  quite  place  her  fascination.  “  my  sweet  sachairi,  ”  reaching  out  sharpened  nail  slowly  drags  across  the  angle  of  his  jawline.  “  you’re  such  a  good  boy.  ”  leaning  forward  she  presses  a  gentle  kiss  to  his  lips  fingertips  curling  around  his  chin  in  attention.  knowing  he’d  wake  at  her  call.  or  perhaps,  he’d  consider  it  another  dream.  pulling  away  she  gets  to  a  stance  hovering  over  him,  blonde  brow  arching  as  she  smirks  down  at  him.  “  i  must  depart  soon.  ”  * @parheliion​ ft. sachairi 

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she emerges- materializes- from the darkness, arms outstretched as if to greet him with the exuberant embrace of a long lost loved one and her chirp of a ‘good morning’ feels laced with a familiarity he does not share with this woman. blue eyes trace the delicate line of the strap as it slides down her shoulder, moving up the column of her throat and up to that grin— a grin that felt too friendly. ( too friendly in a not-so-friendly way. ) dark brows furrow in confusion at her words that he parrots back, “a continued customer? don’t follow you, mistress— care to illuminate me?” his heart has begun to hammer against his ribs, first a slow and steady thud that increases in it’s rhythm until it slams against his ribs almost painfully when her next words reach his ears. the memory of the illusion was still fresh- oh so fresh, the feeling of someone else in his mind, the puppet strings that jerked and moved him- and his words come out in a numb mumble, “what did you say?” ( what about my mind? what about my mind?! )

the sense of having done this before is so strong that he doesn’t answer her question. ( no, on second thought, i’m wishing i had continued to ignore your presence— — why does this feel familiar? ) he’d never seen this woman before- he would Definitely have remembered— an aura like that wasn’t one easily forgotten. in the back of his mind, his animal brain itches, feeling the slow trickle of adrenaline start to leak into his veins, sensing danger ( from what? from where? what is it, boy? ) eyes glued to the simple action of those long fingers tucking hair behind her ear, watching it shift as smooth as water. “ah— you and me both, mistress,” he says, a foot taking an unconscious step backwards, ( fight or flight fight or flight, flight flight flight run why? ) “perhaps we should both retire to our beds then, seek some rest before dawn forces us out.” 

when she advances, his feet almost stumble over themselves in attempt to keep the space between them, his mind unable to even begin to question where that impulse had come from when his back hits the wall, eyes struggling to adjust to the sudden absence of moonlight. her body presses against his and his hands splay against the stone, frozen for the second time in not so many hours and his eyes squeeze shut on an instinct he can’t put a name to. her nose presses against his, forehead to forehead in a parody of a lovers reunion and his right hand moves- jerkily, unsteady?-  reaching for the dagger sheathed in the small of his back, trembling fingers wrapping around the hilt in a grip that feels loose when her lips brush against his. “i’m flattered,” he starts, aiming for his normal level of silver-tongued charm but it comes out breathless, almost as weak feeling as the trembling hand that gripped the handle of the dagger but had yet to draw it, “truly— had you caught me any other day, i would be more inclined to play this game, however, i’m suddenly very tired and must retire…” ( then why can’t i move? )

his  pulse  thrums  and  its  a  manic  melody  to  her.  she  always  found  such  enjoyment  in  fear.  perhaps  deep  rooted  nature  or  a  poisoned  mind.  either  side  of  her  coin  of  enjoyment  are  both  covered  in  blood.  she  yearns  for  it,  smelling  it  out,  like  a  siren  in  water.  her  movements  are  calculated  and  cool  as  eyes  lift  to  his.  he’s  retreating  into  his  mind  and  claudia  gives  a  theatrical  sigh.  “  my  darling,  not  everything  has  to  make  sense.  ”  she  pulls  back  slightly  from  leaning  into  him  though  her  frame  stays  flush  to  his.  claudia  pulls  back  to  examine  panicked  gaze,  lips  puckering  in  a  playful  purse.  “  dance  with  me.  follow  the  sensations....  ”  she  hums  as  a  hand  that  had  been  steadying  tall  frame  retreats  from  the  wall  as  a  finger  flicks  out.  she  starts  at  his  lower  abdomen  a  daggered  navy  black  nail  slowly  trailing  up  his  clothed  chest.  “  good,  no?  ”  peaking  behind  his  shoulder  a  smile  finds  her  as  her  other  hand  reaches.  her  hand  hovers  over  his  own  as  nose  gently  sweeps  back  and  forth  over  his  lightly,  affectionately.  hand  trails  up  and  up  to  finally  halt  at  the  base  of  his  neck.  cocking  her  head  hazel  eyes  reach  up  to  his.  her  expression  is  something  of    seductress.  pleading  gaze  and  mouth  poised  in  a  pout.  claudia  had  come  to  learn  the  fragility  of  his  mind  and  with  pupils  dilating  she  pulls  her  nose  back  from  his.  “  you’re  dreaming.  that’s  why  it  doesn’t  have  to  make  sense.  ”  she  attempts  to  offer  the  human  rationalization  so  he  doesn’t  crack  entirely  in  her  grasp.  she  didn’t  have  the  patience,  not  after  today,  to  band-aid  all  her  prior  damage.  her  compulsion  begins  skillfully  upholding  doe  like  gaze.  “  you  believe  me.  you  will  not  harm  me.  you  believe  you  are  in  a  dream.  you  do  not  see  me  as  a  threat.  ”  she  whispers  to  him  quietly.  blinking  innocently  gaze  falls  to  his  lips,  sealing  his  fate  with  a  kiss.  

her  press  is  leisurely  and  she  pulls  back  to  step  away  from  him,  allowing  the  assassin  some  breathing  room.  now  claudia  moves  her  chess  pieces  forward.  yearning  to  see  just  how  deep  she’s  saturated  his  mind  prior.  “  aren’t  i  familiar?  ”  she  hums  pulling  him  forward  off  the  wall  with  the  hand  that  stopped  him  from  fulling  grabbing  his  concealed  weapon.  she  begins  a  slow  circle  around  him  like  a  lioness,  circling  her  stunned  gazelle.  fabric  of  her  robe  trails,  fur  spilling  and  dragging  against  stone.  she’ll  make  him  work  for  his  reward,  his  high.  the  question  now  laid  if  he’d  take  the  bait  or  she’d  have  to  pierce  his  mind  once  more.  “  don’t  you  long  to  know  me,  the  mistress  of  your  dreams?  ”  she’s  taunting,  toying.  “  retire  with  me.  take  me  to  your  quarters.  ”  she  pauses  before  him  now,  no  compulsion  but  all  tricks  as  hand  outstretches  to  him.  her  palm  lifts  upwards  to  turn  and  offer  her  ringed  hand,  adorned  with  luxurious  jewels.  she  ached  to  see  how  much  of  her  would  bring  him  to  follow  her  command.  had  she  infiltrated  him  deep  enough?  “  come.  ”  neck  cranes  to  the  direction  from  which  he’d  came,  already  knowing  the  whereabouts  of  his  room  but  allowing  him  some  freedom  to  lead.  *  

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❛   belt loops .   + REVERSE

oh  my  ......  excitement  surges  through  tall  frame  as  possibilities  present  themselves  before  her.  he  was  but  a  chess  piece,  moving  forward,  in  her  ever  endless  game.  like  a  moth  to  a  flame  he  flutters  forward  and  willingly  she  pulls  him  in.  hands  roughly  grasp  his  hips  as  she  encases  him  in  a  steely  grip  pulling  him  to  her.  claudia  is  no  giggling  meek  girl  adoring  and  crooning  him.  no;  she  is  a  thorned  rose,  dripping  blood,  seeping  pain.  death  swims  in  her  mouth,  venom  pooling  and  surging  at  the  prospect  in  her  grasp.  a  proper  delight;  a  shimmering  gem  for  her  taking.  long  nails  curl  to  press  into  the  fabric  of  his  clothes  roughly  and  she  gives  a  squeeze  lips  parting.  tongue  darts  out  to  roll  across  the  length  of  her  upper  lip  tasting  the  air  as  she  does  so.  the  prospect  of  royal  blood  flowing  through  her  is  near  maddening.  he  is  a  product  of  refined  lineage.  purebred.  control  would  fleet  if  she  wasn’t  such  a  experienced  lover.  inhaling  sharply  a  hand  lifts  to  grip  the  base  of  his  throat.  using  the  force  of  her  hold  she  pushes  him  down  into  the  chair  beneath  them.  she  finds  a  seat  on  his  lap  and  pushes  him  back  into  the  chair  arching  herself  to  hover  over  him  and  press  her  hips  knowingly  into  his.  “    servaos,  ”  she  purrs.  claudia  takes  the  role  of  temptress  easily,  beginning  her  siren  song  to  the  young  prince.  hand  that  was  on  his  hip  lifts  to  the  back  of  hair  pale  (  almost  sickly  white  )  fingers  knotting  in  warm  hued  locks.  yanking  roughly  she  brings  his  head  back  to  look  up  at  her  fully.  “  you’re  playing  with  fire  your  highness.  you  might  just  get  burned.  ”  thrusting  hips  forward  she  brings  her  frame  into  his  as  arousal  stirs  at  the  toxicity  of  the  moment  unfolding.  “  but  you  want  to,  don’t  you?  you  ache  to  hurt.  hurt  enough  to  become  numb.  ”  leaning  down  she  hovers  close  to  his  lips  a  smirk  on  her  own.  “  i  can  help  with  that.  ”  to  further  prove  her  point  teeth  sink  into  how  own  lower  lip  dragging  teeth  across  plush  warm  skin,  the  movement  of  her  jerking  away  allows  for  slightly  protruded  fang  to  skim  his  lip  and  leave  a  gash.  bright  crimson  reveals  itself  to  her  and  throat  aches  with  her  own  need.  but  her  control  is  a  mastered  skill.  lips  collide  into  his  then  as  she  proceeds  to  kiss  him  as  his  blood  springs  fourth  on  her  tongue.  its  a  merciless  press  of  passion  as  she  takes  his  very  own  air  into  her  lungs.  she’s  suffocating  &  yet  it  is  her  ever  intention.  lips  dance  with  his  and  she  pulls  away  slowly  to  grin  down  at  him.  releasing  her  hold  on  his  throat  hand  snakes  down  to  the  small  gap  fabric  guarding  what  she  now  desired.  releasing  his  hair  she  plays  the  part  of  lover  to  take  a  hold  on  his  chin  instead  as  her  hand  hovers  beneath  them.  blood  on  his  lip  slowly  pools  to  a  droplet,  his  own  body  humanly  trying  to  fight  the  small  wound.  the  taste  of  him  still  swims  throughout  her  mouth  and  she  tilts  her  head,  icy  strands  of  lengthy  blonde  that  cascades  to  her  waist  falling  into  her  frame  of  vision.  “  say  the  word  and  i’m  yours.  ”  she  hums  hazel  gaze  of  wintery  blue  skies  and  persistent  moss  green  finding  his  though  her  veil  of  hair.  not  breaking  the  gaze  (  fearlessly,  selfishly  )  lips  encircle  his  lower  lip,  sucking  wantingly  as  her  palette  further  pleasures  at  the  smallest  taste  of  his  lifeforce.  *  

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❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards . (aleksei n claudia)

as  he  draws  a  dagger  knowingly  and  lips  pucker  in  amusement  before  falling  into  laughter.  "  oh,  baby  boy,  "  surging  forward  in  a  colorful  blur  hand  finds  his  wrist  to  take  a  grip.  she's  juiced  on  dungeon  blood  but  its  left  a  sour  taste  in  her  mouth.  it  lacked  nutrients,  vitality,  that  aleksei  surged  with.  "  nah  ah  ah,  "  her  touch  is  damn  near  crushing  if  anymore  force  is  exalted  she  may  break  something.  his  fingers  grow  white  and  pale  as  body  races  to  supply  blood  she's  so  arrogantly  cutting  off.  "  you're  my  plaything.  consider  it  a  honor.  "  (  ego,  much  )  "  you  give  me  something,  and  in  return  i  provide  for  you.  don't  i?  "  nailed  fingertips  grasp  at  his  other  wrist  to  bring  it  to  her  lips.  the  blade  in  his  other  hand  must  of  fallen  because  steel  clanks  to  the  ground  as  fangs  slowly  slip  in  examination  for  him.  further  confirming  whatever  fears  his  mind  as  concocted.  meeting  his  fearful  gaze  fangs  (  gingerly,  somehow  )  slip  into  his  skin  achingly  slow.  venom  pumping  into  the  vein  she'd  connected  with.  claudia  knows  his  high  will  be  on  the  horizon  as  his  consciousness  will  slip.  hold  on  his  wrist  softens  but  in  another  surge  of  spinning  color  she's  throwing  his  frame  back  and  into  some  kind  of  dresser.  a  array  of  candles  and  a  silver  tray  housing  cups  clatters  to  the  ground.  "  isn't  this  fun  my  dear  aleksei?  when  the  hunter  becomes  the  hunted.  "  a  brilliant  grin  offered  in  dimming  candlelight.  she  retains  her  beauty  in  all  her  horror.  the  love  bite  brings  forth  fresh  blood  and  claudia  takes  the  offer,  kissing  and  mewling  at  his  skin.  icy  blonde  falls  to  veil  her  face  from  him  as  she  trails  her  affection  upwards  to  the  thin  hook  of  skin  atop  the  crook  connecting  his  arm  and  forearm.  fangs  sink  slowly  once  more,  pumping  more  venom  into  his  bloodstream.  icy  tongue  flicking  out  to  salvage  more  warmth  offered.  lifting  slowly  she  mashes  her  lips  together  coated  in  crimson  with  a  soft  moan.  "  you're  just  too  good  to  let  go.  "  glancing  at  the  candle  that  offered  light  to  them  placed  neatly  on  the  wall  she  pulls  pale  lips  together  in  a  delighted  o,  exhaling  and  blowing  out  the  candle  to  shield  them  in  darkness.  she  brings  his  grasped  wrists  to  her  waist  and  releases  him  seeing  no  threat  as  she  knew  his  high  was  to  take  him.  with  a  laugh  of  joy  she  stretches  her  jaw  as  fangs  fully  extend  prior  softness  fleeting  as  teeth  roughly  pierce  down  latching  onto  his   neck  . *

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Murder at the Gallop (1963) dir. George Pollock

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‘  it  does  feel  fitting  for  a  night  like  this … ’  conclusion  of  a  mad  king  .  the end  of  the  mad  king   —  that  being  the  king  basradu  i  of  house  dragola  .  now  if  only  the  melody  could  usurp  the  soul  of  the  king  ,  wrench  and  choke  it  so  that  it  song  would  finally  sung  the  truth  ,  and  a  soft  interlude  would  finally  sweep  across  the  land  .  but  of  course  life  was  rarely  kind  ,  those  kinds  of  happy  endings  were  reserved  to  fairy  tales  only  .

the  song  carried  across the  room  and  he  felt  it  softly  caressing  his  skin  underneath  his  clothes  ,  creeping  in  like  ghosts  yet  not  unwanted  .  he  stared  at  the  tip  of  his  leather  boots  :  shiny  and  clean  ,  unlike  the  times  he  was  out  in  the  field  as  the  captain  of  his  unit  .  OH  how  changes  had  been  forced  on  him  ,  oh  how  the  weak  prince  continued  to  let  himself  be  pulled  here  and  there  ,  a  puppet  on  a  string  ‘  anything  in  particular  inspired  you  ,  madame  ?  ’

she  turns  around  swiftly  to  face  her  company,  lifting  a  leg  to  cross  her  legs  elegantly  and  leaning  forward;  attentive.  clasping  her  fingers  together  a  slow  smile  finds  her  lips.  “  is  it  really  the  prince  himself?  surely  i’m  seeing  a  ghost.  ”  she  squints  at  his  frame  as  if  he’s  not  easily  seen,  but  smile  morphs  into  a  bright  grin.  

suddenly  claudia  is  quite  excited  to  attracted  such  a  visitor.  melody  playing  somewhere  in  the  back  of  her  mind  distantly  now.  she  lifts  a  blonde  brow  in  interest  as  he  peers  down  hoping  to  catch  his  gaze.  “  mmmmmh,  ”  she  hums  as  she  bends  slightly  further  forward  to  place  her  chin  atop  her  clasped  hands.  “  recent  events  it  would  seem.  ”  she’s  gleeful  as  she  watches  the  mere  rise  and  fall  of  his  chest.  what  a  treat.  what  a  opportunity!  “  any  requests  your  highness?  i’m  sure  i  can  accommodate.  ”  *  

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I’m lonely. I think loneliness probably kills more people than cancer. Hey, come here, come here.

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✧ — — starter for : aleksei && claudia ( @innsidious· ) ✧ — — when : chapter iii ‘ full of terrors ’ ; the wee hours before dawn, the night of the illusions ✧ — — where : an empty corridor in iarna keep

the keep had gone quiet though aleksei doubted anyone was able to sleep any better than he was at the moment. he’d laid in bed, staring at the ceiling for hours, his mind unable to pull away from the visions he’d been trapped in. they played over and over in his mind- feeling himself kill them, feeling out of control, feeling hot blood coat his hands and their bodies shudder in his arms and— 

— and he couldn’t bear it anymore. if sleep wasn’t coming, then he would do something else; he would wander. the castle was large and there were many places he’d yet to delve into— he would exhaust himself to sleep if that’s what it took. the only way to outrun your demons was to move. 

he’d been walking for a while now- wandering from the door he called his own and with no sense or purpose of direction let his feet take him where they willed— when the back of his neck began to prickle, the hair raising on the back of his neck with the sensation of being watched. his steps slowed, ears straining to hear the sound of footfalls behind him and he came to stop, moonlight filtering through large windows to bathe the hall in ghostly light as he turned to look back into the darkness he’d just walked from. 

“i already have a shadow—  i don’t believe i’m in the market for another. besides, i’m sure i’d enjoy your conversation much more than i would your lurking.” 

for  claudia  today  was  a  success.  a  day  for  celebration  ......  the  kingdom  was  so  fragile  that  the  vampiress  wanted  to  laugh  from  its  crumbling  rooftops.  humans  were  so  feeble.  so  breakable.  even  the  ones  with  talent  were  quivering.  she  heard  their  cries,  their  panicked  whispers,  even  into  the  night.  and  she  spins  around  the  hallways  gleefully  like  a  mad  woman.  laced  and  revealing  nightgown  tucked  beneath  a  fur  robe  that  drags  in  her  wake,  the  train  spilling  behind  her  like  a  trail  of  blood.  she  had  quite  the  feast  on  those  poor  souls  rotting  in  the  dungeon.  the  guards,  shaken  up  and  attending  other  duties  of  the  king,  meant  for  quite  the  feeding  ground  due  to  no  one  to  regulate  her  thirst.  as  a  dark  cloud  of  fear  &  sadness  consumed  the  kingdom  claudia  was  joyous.  head  turning  at  the  distant  sound  of  footfalls  head  lifts  and  nose  upturns  inhaling  like  the  animal  she  is.  

mouth  pools  instantaneously.  bare  feet  turn  on  icy  stone  and  in  a  surge  forward  she’s  swiftly  moving  to  a  recent  pawn  of  play;  fangs  stretching  to  push  into  plump  lower  lip  at  the  delight  on  her  horizon.  (  always  room  for  dessert  .  )  stealth  is  a  waltz  you  learn  well  with  her  age.  especially  when  you  target  is  very  able  to  harm  you.  aleksei’s  chosen  pass  time  however  made  her  obsession  with  him  all  the  more  fun.  thrilling,  even.  cat  &  mouse  was  all  the  more  rousing  when  her  mouse  was  knowledgeable.  emerging  from  the  shadows  in  all  her  glory  arms  outstretch  theatrically  and  ringed  fingers  give  their  own  wave  of  excitement.  strap  of  her  dress  falls  slightly  to  reveal  an  excess  of  olive  skin.  “  good  morning,  ”  a  toothy  grin,  white  teeth  gleaming  viscously.  she’s  unapologetically  animalistic.  “  market  you  say?  darling  i  am  a  continued  customer.  ”  stepping  further  forward  and  intro  view.  she’s  careful  not  the  reveal  her  fangs  just  yet.  last  time  she  greeted  him  with  them,  he’d  swung.  however  venom  pools  in  her  mouth  leaving  a  tart  taste  of  longing.  the  same  venom  that  gave  him  his  high.  “  the  only  sadness  i  carry  is  morphing  your  mind  to  mush.  ”  her  tone  is  musical;  other  worldly;  chilling.  “  do  you  wish  to  converse  tonight?  of  all  nights?  ”  she  goes  on  and  on  like  a  mad  woman.  as  if  he  knew  her  game  and  what  she  was  speaking  of.  lifting  a  hand  she  tucks  a  twisting  blonde  strand  behind  her  ear.  long  icy  blonde  locks  falling  to  her  waist.  “  i’ve  had  quite  the  day  you  see,  lots  of  work,  i’m  very  tired.  ”  lower  lip  juts  in  a  playful  pout.  stepping  forward  to  close  their  gap  she’s  moving  knowingly,  pressing  his  backside  roughly  into  the  corridor  stoned  wall  and  back  into  darkness.  nose  presses  into  his  as  lips  hover  over  his  teasingly.  a  growl  of  tease  rumbling  past  her  swelling  lips  as  anticipation  swims  over  her  tongue.  ringed  fingers  clutch  at  the  fabric  of  his  night  shirt  and  she  inhales  deeply.  she  smells  the  scabbing  of  a  wound.  the  scent  of  the  woods  hugs  him.  and  even  the  perspiration  delicately  beginning  to  dew  atop  his  skin.  lips  longingly  brush  his  own.  “  why  talk  when  we  can  play  instead,  mh?  ”  *

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a  woman  knowing  her  power  .....  knowing  her  worth;  that  was  something  dangerous.  she  knew  her  time  of  power  &  succession  was  rising.  a  key  player  in  her  game  of  chess  moves  forward  and  into  view.  claudia  gazes  in  her  mirror  admiring  her  beauty.  soft  curvature  of  her  lips  breaks  into  a  small  smirk  as  he  comes  to  a  still  in  her  mirror.  her  backside  to  him.  “  my,  my,  my......  ”  a  sigh  expressed;  dripping  with  pleasure  and  a  etch  of  fatigue.  (  it  came  with  the  age  and  all  )

she  turns  leaning  her  backside  against  her  vanity.  “  we  have  succeeded,  no?  they’re  in  shambles.  it  was  quite  fun.  however  hearing  all  the  rising  pulse  rates  it  was  quite  hard  not  to  taste.  fear  makes  for  quite  an  appetite.    ”  she  pushes  off  to  make  her  way  to  him.  reaching  she  places  a  hand  on  his  shoulder.  “  you,  my  darling,  were  marvelous.  now  we  have  the  trouble  of  hiding  you.  good  timing  to  be  business  partners  with  a  vampire,  no?  ”   * @midniightspecial​ ft. aleksander 

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