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@dvrklords​ ♡ ; sophia & lucien // a flashback thread

How many times had she told her father that a bodyguard wasn’t necessary? It hardly mattered that this was her first time ever visiting the human world; really, how much different could it have been from her home up above? After all, it wasn’t as if she’d truly never lived among the mortals. Once upon a time, almost a hundred years ago, she’d been an starving, squalling little urchin, all alone and utterly abandoned and at the mercy of an orphanage with not enough love, not enough food, not enough anything to go around. It might have taken nearly six years for her father to finally find her down there, covered and bruises and afraid of just about anything that happened to be bigger than her, but he’d wrapped her up in his warm, feathery embrace all the same, and had whisked her away to a world that she hadn’t even known existed until then...the celestial realm. There, Laurent Doefoot ruled among the Nephilim along with his soulmate and co-leader Melody, and they wasted no time in welcoming their long-lost daughter back home.

Still. Despite all of that - despite everything - it simply made no sense to Sophia that her father didn’t trust her capability to further her training as a healer among the humans on her own. The bodyguard that he’d assigned her - a werewolf alpha, nonetheless - was a mixture of frustrating and incorrigible; he was able to track her by scent alone, and so far it had proven to be nearly impossible to slip away from him unnoticed. There was that, and...well...a few other things that made it difficult for the Princess of Light to keep her distance from the lupine leader, but she figured that tonight - with the moon full, bright, and high up in the sky - would be the perfect opportunity to finally spend some time on her own. Ever since Noah had left her - ever since Noah had ripped her heart from her chest and tore it apart while still beating - Sophia had been unmoored, lost and anchorless in a vicious sea of unfathomable loss, pain, and torment. 

And she couldn’t bear another evening alone. Lucien was so ridiculously busy; as Head Alpha of the Werewolf Resistance (a charge that Sophia staunchly and fiercely supported), there seemed to be no end to the list of duties required of him, and when she...when she needed him, he never seemed to appear until right at the end of the night, after she’d spent the entirety of the day needy, pent up, and wanting. Thankfully, also due to the full moon, the guards that usually kept her tucked snugly away within the underground compound had been easy enough to distract, and for the first time in nearly a month, Sophia was walking the glittering streets of Paris at night all on her own, and not just because she was on her way to yet another healing lesson. 

The air was bright, fresh, and clear, and the breeze rolling off the river seine made the young angel want to un-glamor her white, downy-soft wings and take flight. There was a great deal that she didn’t understand about the human world - starting with the internet, and ending somewhere around electricity and public transportation - but there was something about the clarity of it all, the real and jagged rawness that shone through every bit as vividly as Heaven’s supposed perfection, that caused Sophia’s bruised and battered heart to race. There was danger in the air tonight, and she might not have been a wolf herself (hmph), but she could still smell it. 

And she wanted to taste it, too. “Bonsoir,” she said breathlessly, with a becoming flutter of her long, delicate eyelashes as she approached a group of older men standing outside of an illuminated night club; it was one that she had managed to sneak out and dance at only a few instances beneath Lucien’s control, but that had been more than enough times for her to understand the ‘full-service’ nature of the establishment. The men she stood in front of now were exactly the sort of garcons that she was looking for: tall, handsome, and most importantly, close to her father’s age. In the tiny, skintight dress she was wearing, she caught their attention instantly, and the heat of their combined gazes roaming up and down the length of her lush, curvy little frame caused her head to spin and her pulse to begin an anxious, desperate thrum at the vulnerable curve of her oh-so-tempting little throat. “S’il vous plait, je suis La Fleur - “ An all too fitting stage name for a butterfly-winged nymph who blossomed and bloomed like a desert rose. “- and I’d very much like to give each and one of you un tour de danse tonight. A lap dance, if you would, and en privé - in private, where nobody else will be able to see all of the wicked little things that I will beg you to do to me beneath the cloak of starlit darkness.” 

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Hande + The Dress!  (Sen Cal Kapimi 20)

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@vvespertina ♡ ; ignius & yuèliàng // flashback thread

Yuèliàng to some, and Lilianna to most, the Shu Lei heiress was a mere eighteen or so hours away from what was supposed to be the biggest day of her life. It had been a long time coming - how long had she known Ignius for now? Similarly, how long had she loved him? She couldn’t quite recall a time before him, or a world where he did not exist, and while she’d never been much of a romantic - she was far too logical for that - she couldn’t fathom the existence of a future without Ignius either. She had sworn several years ago that she would never settle for just any man - let alone bind herself to said man for all of eternity - but if there was anyone who could force her to rethink everything that she had ever truly known about herself, including her admittedly skeptical thoughts on the simply archaic act of marriage...then Ignius would be it. 

And while Yuèliàng’s faith in their relationship, and the great love that they shared, had yet to so much as diminish as their nuptials grew closer and closer, she couldn’t deny that she’d found herself concerned about Ignius himself as of late. She felt as if she’d hardly seen him in recent weeks - which, given the ridiculous amount of work that went into planning their wedding, was honestly preposterous - and when she did manage to wrangle him into being alone with her, he’d seemed...distant. Withdrawn, even, as if he was being forced to hold a part of himself at arm’s length. Open communication, and true and transparent honesty, were two values that Yuèliàng had always held near and dear to her heart, and she’d more than expressed the importance of them to Ignius countless times throughout the span of their relationship, and usually, these values were upheld almost effortlessly. Usually, they told each other everything. 

So what was he hiding from her now, and why? 

“It’s supposed to be bad luck for us to see one another the night before the wedding, but we both know that the only traditions I’m particularly fond of are those that involve ancient Chinese battle techniques.” Yuèliàng’s voice was soft and gentle as she stepped into the suite that she and Ignius had shared for more than a year now; her parents had long ago insisted that they occupy the small apartment on top of their family’s apothecary, and Jiang and Lanying retained residence over the cozy space downstairs. Mei Mei, the Shu Lei’s tiny pet pig, happily went back and forth between both homes, but tonight he was meant to be anywhere but with Ignius...and so was Yuèliàng, supposedly, but she’d never been the best at following the rules. She shut the door to the master bedroom soundlessly behind her, and without looking away from Ignius where he was seated on the bed, his bare, broad back pressed against the headboard, she crawled up onto the mattress to join him, wearing nothing but a negligee of pearlescent, pale blue silk. 

“It seems that the best way for me to track you down these days is by showing up in places where I’m not meant to be,” she murmured, and her large, dark eyes flitted upwards inquisitively to lock onto the deep, endless depths of his gaze; Yuèliàng slid effortlessly into his lap, with all the nimble grace and elegance of a feline at rest, and for a moment, she could only allow herself to bite down tentatively upon the seashell pink curve of her bottom lip. She’d never been one to hesitate, and yet...being with Ignius now, despite the familiar warmth and the reassuring strength of his strong, toned body underneath her own, felt not unlike the unsettling calm before an approaching storm. Still, she used one of her slender hands to stroke his thick ebony curls out of his face, and the tips of her fingers slid down further still to caress the side of his face as she continued quietly, “Wǒ de huǒyàn - my flame. You’ve been avoiding me. Why?” 

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Family Reunion: Viktor x Tatiana x Sevastian (Flashback)

Viktor: Moya sem'ya!

Viktor: We are needing a most urgent meeting of epic proportion.

Viktor: It is seeming a certain SOMEONE has been trying to leave the compound on full moon again and I am needing backup.

Viktor: Sevastian can you talk sense to her?

Tatiana: hmm ??? someone being sneak out of compound during full moon??

Tatiana: much interesting, but not really sure what being tell you here...tatia not see anyone else at all last time she go do zoomies in the woods during full moon!!

Tatiana: maybe dima prance around in little wig or something, and vitya just confused? 😄

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@dvrklords​ ♡ ; luca & giselle!!

Giselle looked forward to her business trips with Luca just as much as they made her nervous. As the personal assistant of - well, almost everyone at the Inferno, but Luca D’Amore especially - the young faun was regularly called away on duties that took place outside of the Fallen’s main headquarters. Still, no matter how many times she ventured away from the tiny suite she shared with her older brother, and no matter which of the co-leaders she happened to be accompanying, Giselle was never quite able to rid herself of the anxiety-inducing butterflies that filled her stomach at the start of each expedition. She’d checked - and double-checked, of course - that she’d packed an extra dose of the medication she took to suppress her true omega nature, but with the full moon so dangerously close, the prospect of being alone with Luca - the man that she’d imprinted upon! - was even more daunting than usual. 

What if something happened? What if the pills stopped working, or the full moon triggered her heat before she could properly prevent it? What if she slipped up? She might have managed to hide her feelings from her boss for nearly four years now, as well as the fact that she was an omega, but every day it seemed harder and harder to keep things from Luca. It wasn’t just that she wanted to please him in every way; it was the fact that even just looking at the fallen angel was enough to send Giselle spiralling like Alice down the rabbit hole leading to Wonderland. 

And now, for an entire weekend, they’d be alone. The helicopter trip Luca had insisted they take to France’s sprawling south coast had been positively terrifying, and by the time they’d finally made it to the small, but luxurious, seaside cottage they’d be sharing for the next few days, Giselle had never been more grateful to settle her tiny feet down upon the sandy shore. Luca went straight to his first business meeting while Giselle worked on unpacking their things; she arranged the master bedroom for him, of course, and very shyly claimed the smaller suite for herself, and after a hot, sudsy bubble bath in the marble tub that had to have been at least half the size of her bedroom back at home, she found herself exploring the little garden in the backyard, where both fruits and vegetables seemed to be growing aplenty. 

“Oh - hi there!” Giselle exclaimed softly, and she knelt down to greet a tiny rabbit that had scampered curiously into the backyard; the small hare was sniffing eagerly at a patch of carrot tops, and the young omega couldn’t help but giggle before very carefully uprooting one of the bright orange stalks and offering it gently to the bunny in question. “I’ll need most of these for dinner, but you can take a few back to your den for yourself, okay? Or maybe - your family? Are you part of a - erm - a fluffle?” It was one of the very first English words that she’d ever learned, and it just so happened to be her favorite as well. Daintily adjusting her little sunhat as an ocean breeze threatened to send it sailing off of her head, Giselle allowed the furry friend that she had made to eat right out of her hand, and by the time he finished, she was even able to pet him very gently right between his floppy ears. “It is good timing that you are here now, küçük tavşan, and not later. My - my big boss should be returning soon, and he might want to try and claim you for his dinner. Oh, but he’s very nice!” Giselle was quick to reassure the rabbit that had now all but crawled into the lap of her fluttery white sunhat, as if to defend Luca’s merit even when he wasn’t around. “Just, um - his muscles are quite large, and he...needs a lot of protein, I guess?”

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