#c; parnus darkchild

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A Black Sheep in a Field of Wolves                   @dxrkchiild

He was different.

Not in the way that Rayyad himself was different. That was a different that benefited the Court. Some might oppose but they never had their original tongues for long, and when the new ones grew in they didn’t dare utter such nasty mean lies again. 

The Prince remembered seeing the Outcast for the first time on the night he was welcomed into Court -- and then sent away. Nothing in his mind but dust and the little buzzing bugs that lingered on corpses left in the sun, too naughty to turn. He’d seen the dust fly up and hover in his mind before settling in strange shapes. Shapes that thought they had the right to criticize the life the Court led. The life Daddy ensured was always filled with full bellies and large families.

He had thought that would be the last he ever saw of the Black Sheep. 

Until Sanctuary. 

Rayyad watched from a distance as ( the one called Dark - Child ) slaved away. Not a drop of sweat on his brow; a Vampire undeniable. But not one of them. Never. Impossible. Not a second thought. Arms crossed over his chest and filled with a desire to rip off his head and bring it to Daddy wrapped in supple leather like they offered at the Midnight Market.

But he didn’t. For now.

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                            ɪꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ɪꜱ 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒                             ꜱᴀʏ ɪᴛ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ꜱᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ                             ɪꜰ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰʟɪᴇꜱ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ                             ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒                             ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ 𝓌𝒽𝓎

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                           ɪꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ɪꜱ 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒                            ꜱᴀʏ ɪᴛ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ꜱᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ                            ɪꜰ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰʟɪᴇꜱ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ                            ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒                            ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ 𝓌𝒽𝓎

[bloodvboneinspo]

[ailes-de-fleurs]

Coincidence || Torn Asunder

Wolfgang had gone in search of allies, and Ayanna wasn’t going to stay put with Siobhan while her town was being brought to its knees. Anyone who thought that Ayanna was a kind soul, thereby underestimated her, had never seen her rage. And at the moment, Ayanna was livid.

She overruled Milena’s decision and let them in. Her people shared their limited stock with their guests. They were treated like one of their own. And this is what they all got for being nice? If Ayanna didn’t have a conscience, she would’ve probably sat back and enjoyed while Milena ripped Ducal and her people to pieces. However, it wasn’t just them that consisted of the uprising. The mob had some of her own humans too, and Ayanna needed to somehow put an end to this madness. She knew it would be foolish to venture into the fray without arms for defense, and so she rushed home as fast as she could.

All the while her thoughts were on three people. Anton, Parnus and Heather. She needed to find them and make sure that they were safe, before heading off to the Upyr district. She had not seen Parnus ever since he’d gone off on the second scavenge hunt with Aurora, and Ayanna was beginning to worry.

She’d just reached her home when she caught sight of a familiar face, through the veil of water that poured from the skies above. “Parnus!”

@dxrkchiild.

[bloodvbonerpg]

BASICS :

Name: Parnus Dark-Child Age: unknown Race: Vampire Occupation: Citizen Faceclaim: Grant Gustin Sexuality: Pansexual Status: Taken

TRAITS :

+ : helpful, understanding, loyal

- : vengeful, stubborn, assumptive

THE STORY :

Parnus’ life began waking up in a cave in the middle of a frozen tundra. He remembered nothing of how he got there, or if anyone had been with him; all he knew was a name that he assumed was his own. On the verge of starvation he journeyed out into the world in the hopes of finding his identity. Months of travel led him across the paths of multiple Human tribes, all of which perished at the feet of his hunger. With each life he took, Parnus felt as though he was losing a part of himself despite not knowing what that part was.

Eventually he settled on a system that allowed him to stay alive, but weakened. He would find a tribe in the night and feign injury and ask for only water and shelter. While many were wary of a nomad coming so close to their camp, there were few who offered him a bedroll to rest in. From there, Parnus would feed on the sleeping occupants until he was kept just at the brink of starvation and disappear before morning light. Whether the tribe knew he was a vampire or not mattered little to him; the world was vast enough that he would likely never see them again.

He came into Vampire territory nearly a year after his mysterious awakening. At first, Parnus was glad to finally meet his own kind in the hopes that he could find a community for himself. That dream was soon shattered as he was brought to the Blood King’s Court. When asked by King Wolfgang who his maker was, Parnus was unable to recall a face or even a name. Immediately the Court was distrustful, and no one stepped forward to claim him into their family. Disgusted by their savagery and their actions, the lone vampire left and turned his back on Vampire society. He believed being alone was better than being an animal.

But his hunger refused to abate, and the further West he went, the fewer tribes he came across. Pretending and sneaking away became a harder task, as the tribes he encountered were used to attacks from both Vampires and Upyr. Eventually Parnus began to accept that there may have been nothing he could do to keep himself from starving to death.

Salvation came in the name Sanctuary. Parnus came across the settlement at the break of dawn and begged to be allowed in. He was forthcoming about being a Vampire and begged for only a drop of blood  to keep him living, and shelter from the rising sun. Though Keeper Ayanna was initially skeptical of his intentions, she had already extended a hand to both Kings and saw turning him away as a backhanded gesture. From then on, Parnus never left. He was put to work in helping Sanctuary build, in return for donated blood, and accepted the work generously. For the first time since waking, he felt as though he had a purpose in his life. And despite eventually being joined by the very Vampires who refused him, Parnus considered Sanctuary his first true home.

Parnus spends very little time thinking of his amnesia. Though he has considered attempting to enlist a Wicked’s aid in recalling them, he’s decided against it in favor of thinking forward and ahead. He feels drawn towards the other Vampires of Sanctuary, but chocks it up to a primordial instinct of belonging rather than a true desire to join them, especially with how they treated him before. He finds the Blood King deplorable and prefers instead to be in the company of the Humans, even going to far as to consider himself one of them despite everything.

CONNECTIONS :

Zak the Teller : Parnus enjoys Zak’s near-silent company as opposed to the constant arguing that goes on in the day-to-day life of Sanctuary. He hopes eventually to build up enough of a friendship to ask the young man to use his abilities as a Wicked to help Parnus discover who he is and what happened to his memories.

Ayanna Cadeyrn : He’s grateful to the Keeper for allowing him despite his lack of allegiance to the Vampires. Parnus chooses to submit to her word and decisions rather than that of the Blood King.

Kellen Shoar-Child : Out of all of the Vampires, Kellen is the one that piques Parnus’ interest the most. He hopes that maybe her long life experience will be able to help him recover fragments of himself.

FC is NON-NEGOTIABLE

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Pairing: Parnus and Ayanna. AU: 1700s

pairing. setting. 3 sentence fic.

Though the party had died down hours ago, servants still carried trays of drinks around to those who were elbows-deep into their card games and those who milled about the halls. He plucked one from a tray and offered it to her with a kind smile.

“I wouldn’t worry; this is a marriage of safety -- for the both of us.”

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Parnus: What are you doing here?

Wolfgang: Oh, I heard you were about to commit social suicide, so I thought I'd just... drop by, you know?

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Parnus: I'm very unsure of stuff right now.

Peller: When's the last time you felt sure of stuff?

Parnus: To be honest, I'm not sure.

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Parnus: There are many paths to the same place. Trust me.

Aurora: Just so you know, you sound like a fortune cookie.

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   Keeper                           Bone Queen                             Blood King     Anton                                 Milena                                     Parnus   Dashep                                Ivanov                                   Dark-Child

AU: Keeper Anton Dashep, a harsh but just man, leads his people through the wastelands of the world in the hopes that life will some day get better for them. Bone Queen Milena Ivanov rules her Court with an iron fist rusted with blood, not tolerating any dissent within her kingdom. The benevolent Parnus Dark-Child, King of the Vampires, stays secluded within his Court, begging any Wicked who might cross their path to help him find a way for him to walk in the sunlight again.

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Gibel

(n.) not death, not suicide, but simply ceasing to exist

He awoke to the sun in his eyes, blinding him and creating little spots over his eyelids. The arms around him squeezed tighter as he shifted, and Parnus fought back a laugh as he tried without true effort to battle his way from their embrace.

There was a part of him that knew there was a strange duality to the embrace. Should he really wish to be free, the arms would let him go, let him seek the sun and all the merriment it brought him. But they were also a terrible tyrant, far stronger than he would ever hope to be, and there was a respect bred into his bones for the strength that rippled beneath muscle and sinew.

Gently, Parnus placed his open palm on the arm and he was released. The fabric of the cot itched against his bare skin, and his single blanket wasn’t really made for two bodies, but they made it work. They fit together like they were two parts of the same being, lost in the beginning of the cosmic universe and brought back together in the most crucial of moments. Why would the simplicity of a cot size or the length of a blanket stop them from becoming one?

Parnus first sat up, feeling fingertips trace along the ridges of his spine, then he stood and wandered over to the small hole--not quite a window, not really--where the sun filtered through. He could near the beginning noises of Sanctuary’s morning workers heading into the Market Square and throughout the rest of the Districts. It would be silent in the Vampire Quarter until sunset.

Perhaps he would go for a stroll on the hills, or see if he could run an errand for Ayanna.

For the moment, Parnus simply closed his eyes and let the warmth of it splay across his features.

Behind him came a voice, echoing and familiar, like music to his ears. There was a sense about it that felt like the world was made right in every harmony, in every syllable. Parnus liked to imagine this was what heaven sounded like when the gates opened, if such a place existed.

“You know we could have this again, if you would just find me.”

Parnus’ brow furrowed and he turned his head slightly, the face still out of view.

“I know… but I don’t know where to start looking. I know you’re not at the bottom of Lake Glass.”

There was a soft chuckle behind him. “You’re thinking too small.”

“You always said I never had any ambition.”

“The ambition wasn’t yours to have, my beloved.”

His heart sank but… somehow Parnus knew it was true. In all his searching for who he was, what sort of man he was now, or possibly before, he knew he wasn’t a creature of ambition. He wasn’t Wolfgang, his teeth eager to sink into any maw with even a drop of blood willing to slip forth.

“I… I think I miss you.” stumbled Parnus, fists clenching at his sides. “And I know that when I open my eyes to the darkness I’m going to forget you all over again, but I’ll keep on missing you, even if I don’t know what missing you, what missing anyone feels like. I’ll sit in that bloody fucking corner and scribble and scream and weep but I won’t know what it means to miss someone because… because…”

Parnus let out a hiccough and covered his mouth with the back of his hand.

Behind him there was the rustle of movement and he knew the figure was standing, walking over to him with silent bare footfalls.

“You must remember, beloved,” came a whisper upon his ear, voice deep and warm, sending chills racing down his spine and yet feeling as though it was wrapping him up in a blanket of living fire, the flames licking and curling upon his skin to find a home and family there, “that our trials are ordained. And though we could not foresee the consequences of our actions… I will always come back to you.”

Lips, dry but soft, pressed to the nape of Parnus’ neck, and he let out a shuddering, heaving sob.

His eyes opened to darkness.

Instantly he closed them so tightly that it caused a pain in his temples, but he feared that if he opened them again it would just be one step closer to forgetting his dream.

Blindly he dove to the corner of his modest hovel and scrambled for the charcoal he kept there, a singular image in mind. He knew the black rock would leave smudges upon his fingers but they were a comfort, they were the knowledge that the memory of a dream was present, and he clung to that because it was all he could muster in his meager mind and his meager life.

Parnus drew, scribbling over the floorboards and along the walls until his hands shook from the effort, tracing the curves of lips and hands, imagining not words, not emotions, for those were things that never lasted once the dream ended. But they didn’t matter. They could never matter, could they? All that mattered was the body, the figure that stood behind him in the sunlight, that caressed him and kissed him like they cared about him.

Someone cared about him.

Parnus finally opened his eyes as the last of the dream faded away into fog into the recesses of his mind.

Staring back up at him in smudges of black against the dark wooden floor was the outline of the back of a neck, and lips against it.

With a scream, Parnus chucked the charcoal against the wall, watching it snap in half and clatter to the ground, rolling off in different directions. He huddled into a curled figure in the corner, staring down at it, fingertips brushing the back of his neck, pressing two fingers over the spot as he tried to simulate the sensation. But he has no temperature, and it was too cold for his fingers to feel like anything but fleshy ice.

He thumped his head against the wall several times, looking up at the hole near the ceiling, and how the stars twinkled in the night sky.

“Because… because…”

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Regard

(n.) the expression of someone’s gaze {ft. @ailes-de-fleurs}

                                                                                           November, 2317

“And this is where you’ll be… staying.”

Her words fell flat. Understandably so. It wasn’t so much a home as a… hovel. One room, no windows, dust on the peeling wooden floor and decorative (if one was being kind) cracks lining the walls in what Parnus was sure would be an exciting pattern… one day, if he looked at it long enough and allowed his mind to run wild.

Compared to the places nearer the heart of Sanctuary, it was a downright hole in the ground. But it wasn’t a real hole in the ground, and he could not be happier.

He turned to look at the young Human woman, and was surprised to see apology on her face. He was certain it was apology -- even though he was still growing accustomed to emotions this was one she showcased to him often, usually followed by something along the lines of “sorry” and something that she was sure Parnus didn’t want to hear.

“It’s wonderful.” Parnus insisted.

“You don’t need to pretend -- ”

It took Parnus three strides to cross the building in its entirety, and a quick turn on his heel as he stared back at her.

Ayanna; that was her name. It had taken Parnus a moment to remember it -- which wasn’t really much of an insult from him, seeing as it took him a moment or two to remember his own name from time to time -- but he was sure he had gotten it right. She was Ayanna, and she was the only person in the entire world that he had walked so far that really and truly wanted to help him.

And he had walked a very long way.

“Be honest with me, Ayanna,” insisted Parnus, his tone soft and earnest, “they don’t want me living in town, do they?”

He was glad she didn’t feign ignorance. Though he could hear her heart racing, Ayanna was calm as she gave a sigh and a slump of her shoulders, followed by a shake of her head.

“No, Parnus. No they don’t.”

They weren’t wrong to not want him around. A Vampire living with Humans? It wasn’t just unheard of -- it was unthinkable, it was insanity, it was madness of an impossible sort. These people spent their whole lives fearing Vampires -- fearing Parnus’ kind. Of course they didn’t want him anywhere near this place they called Home.

And yet Ayanna, somehow in charge (Parnus still didn’t understand), had chosen to ignore the cries of the masses and offered him a door, walls, and a roof over his head.

Silence was shared between them for a long moment before the Vampire mustered up the courage to speak.

“You don’t have to do this. Especially if it will get you in trouble with your people.” He looked into her eyes.

Ayanna, to her credit, didn’t flinch away from the red she saw in his gaze. “I think I have no choice but to do this.”

Parnus blinked in surprise, brow furrowed.

“I don’t understand.”

Ayanna’s fingertips brushed over the wall, a reverence in her touch. The Vampire briefly wondered if the texture was different to her than it was to him.

“At first I was just as against it as the rest,” she explained, and Parnus could understand why her eyes were focused elsewhere now, “because you may not remember anything… you may be lucky enough to have forgotten about what this world is like, but we aren’t -- I’m not. Generations, decades, centuries of us versus them… all that fear, anger, the loss of loved ones and constantly being on the run, we have all of that on our backs and in our heads when we see you. It isn’t your fault… it can’t be helped.”

Parnus nodded mutely -- there was nothing more for him to say. He’d plead his case to Ayanna and the few older Humans who were part of the decision-making process.

In his silence, she continued; “And the world will stay that way. The world will stay filled with sadness and fear and loss… unless someone tries to change it.”

There was a crack in her voice; the smallest change in pitch to her, but to Parnus it felt like what he imagined the swell and crash of an ocean tide must feel like. It washed over him in a reverent way and were his body a living one, he imagined he would have gooseflesh running up and down his arms and legs.

Ayanna turned her head and again their eyes met -- different this time. There was no apology in the semi-darkness. Maybe it was the flickering of the lamp on the floor between them, but Parnus swore each shadow that crossed over her face had a different set of challenges… ones she seemed ready to not only face, but conquer.

“And so your Sanctuary will be not only a Tribe of Humans, but now one Vampire.” Parnus raised his chin, unsure of how to react.

Lucky for him, the Human reacted for them both. She stepped forward and took his hands in her grasp. He could feel her fluttering pulse and the warmth lingering under her pink flesh, but her blood was far from his thoughts.

“Parnus, Sanctuary isn’t just a Tribe anymore.” Her voice was a whisper; intimate, like a secret she wasn’t ready to share with the world. He would keep her secret now until the end of days if she asked it of him.

But… he had to know.

“If not a Tribe, then what is it?”

A smile ghosted across Ayanna’s lips.

“The start of something. I don’t know what just yet… but I think it can change everything.”

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                                        ❝With shortness of breath, I’ll explain the infinite                                          How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist.❞                                                                                 — Sleeping at Last   ∟ monsters  who want to be  human                 @pxller  &  @dxrkchiild

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Parnus: Without them, who knows what would be of me? I might've turned out like you.

Wolfgang: Dazzling?

Parnus: Selfish, lonely... competitive.

Wolfgang: Thank you.

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Ayanna: Who do we need to defeat? Aurora!

Aurora: Ducal?

Ayanna: Wrong. Parnus!

Parnus: Ducal

Ayanna: Correct!