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#` 𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖆. ❛❛ 𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙳 . ◟ 💋 ◝ ━ muse.#i know yt videos r annoying but its the only format of the song i could find sorRY ah#srry for making the dash ugly :\
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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 )
#warborn.task#` 𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖆. ❛❛ 𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙳 . ◟ 💋 ◝ ━ muse.#` 𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖆. ❛❛ 𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙳 . ◟ 💋 ◝ ━ aesthetic.#ok we get it she suxs
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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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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. *
#prnced#` 𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖆. ❛❛ 𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙳 . ◟ 💋 ◝ ━ servaos.#blood tw#nsfw#tik tok vc sound of: u look lonely i can fix that asjdkfg#tbh i tried to get the gif under read more and its like not working so im soRRY
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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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