#dieasone.

[orifces]

SOME  TRUTHS  LIE   IN  HER  STATEMENTS...   THEIR  NATURE  SHOULD  HAVE  PROHIBITED  THEM  FROM  THE  MUNDANITY  OF  EVERYDAY  LIFE,    FROM  THE  HORRORS  OF  HUMANITY    /  DAYLIGHT  &  THE  STAIN  IT  LEFT  ON  COLD  HEARTS  WITH  GRIMY,    CHARCOAL  HANDS.   LIPS  OPEN  TO  SPEAK  BUT,    VAMPYRA  TRUMPED  SUCCUBI————AND  THERE  IT  WAS  CLEAR  AS  DAY,    THE  REMORSE  WAS  NOT  THE  DEAD  GIRL'S...   IT  LIED  WITHIN  CARMILLA.   TRULY  UNFORTUNATE  TO  SEE  SUCH  A  PRIZE  STOOP  TO  SOMETHING  AS  LOW  AS  MORTALITY...   TO  AS  LOW  AS  HUMANITY.   BRIGHT  EYES  HAD  BEGUN  TO  NARROW,    PROCESSING  EVERY  WORD  BEFORE  A  VERY  ANNOYED  SUCCUBI  USHERED  OUT  A  SWIFT.   '    they're  FOOD,  carmilla.    "    IT  MIGHT  HAVE  BEEN  TOO  STERN  COMING  FROM  ANYONE  ELSE,  BUT  APPREHENSIVENESS  WAS  IN  DROLTA'S  NATURE;    IT  CANNOT  BE  HELPED. SMALLEST  OF  HISSES  WEAVED  THROUGHOUT  A  SENTENCE  STRUCTURE,    "    nothing  more,  nothing  lessssss. the  lesssss  weight  you  add  to  their  livesss,  the  easier  it  will  be  to  accept  your  nature. " 

THAT'S  ALL  IT  BOILED  DOWN  TO  ANYWAY.   CARMILLA  NOT  ACCEPTING  THAT  HER  HUMANITY,  AS  PUNY  &  WORTHLESS  AS  IT  WAS;  LET IT WITHER  AWAY  WITH  THE  REST  OF  HER  FIRST  LIFE.   SHE  COULD  HAVE  ANYTHING.. ANYTHING. AND  SHE  CHOSE  TO  PARTAKE  IN  DAYDREAMS  &  FRIVOLOUS  THINGS. LOVE,  LIGHT,  ROMANCE,  MORTALITY,  LIVING  UP  TO  A  GOD  THAT  WOULD  NEVER————————!    DROLTA  HAD  NOTICED  FAR  TOO  LATE  HOW  DANGEROUSLY  CLOSE  SHE  HAD  GOTTEN  TO  ANOTHER  OUTBURST,  TEETH  UNKNOWINGLY  ALREADY  BARED,    WINGS  THREATENING  TO  CAPTURE  HER  SPINE  &  SOAR  TO  THE  MOUNTAIN—TOPS.   BUT  STILL  BEAST  HELD  WITHIN.

SHE  TOOK  A  DEEP  BREATH,    ROLLING  SHOULDERS  TO  CLIP  SPROUTING  WINGS:    BEFORE  LOOSENING  ANACONDA  GRIP  SHE  HAD  TAKEN  ON  THE  OTHERS'  HAND.   FACE  SHIFTED  TO  STOICISM,  AS  MUCH  AS  EXPRESSIVE  JACKAL  COULD  MUSTER,    "  next  meal  is  on  me.   "    TURN,    SWIFT,    MARCH...   IF  CARMILLA  WASN'T  CAREFUL  SHE'D  BE  LEFT  IN  THE  DUST  WITH  A  COLD  SHOULDER. BUT  HER  SECRET,  'MILLA'S...   SOFTNESS  FOR  HUMAN  GIRLS,    THAT  WOULD  NEVER  BE  SHARED.   AS  MUCH  AS  DROLTA  LIKED  TO  PLAY  BETRAYER  &  SPY,    THE  TRENCHCOATS'  NEVER  FIT  HER  TOO  WELL. LOYALTY  NEVER  WASHED  OFF...   PERHAPS  THAT'S  WHAT  BUGGED  HER  THE  MOST?    NEVERMIND  THAT.   MONSTRESS'  FOUND  HERSELF  TRAVELING  UNDER  BROKEN  STREETLIGHTS———————EACH  ONE  POPPING  OUT  AS  SHE  TRAVELED  BENEATH;    APPEARING  TO  BE  HIDING  THE  SCENE  OF  THE  CRIME.   THEIR  CRIME.   PASSION  (OF  A  DIFFERENT  THREAD)    &  HUNGER,    ALL  THE  SAME.

she thinks of the nights that the dead woman before them had told carmilla about her life. her goals. she'd expressed a secret sadness - one that the vampire could relate to. and yet .. the taste of her blood lingers in her mouth and she loves it. carmilla had betrayed another friend again, it was just another day. and she'd do it again tomorrow. a new alias maybe ... perhaps she'd try harder to do as she's told. to not linger. but knowing herself, the moment she sets her sight on another ... she didn't know how to control herself. it was like a sickness. a disease. eyes flick down to the body, marveling at the way that everything about her was just so .. perfect. "a vampire never regrets." she muses, trying to force herself to believe her own words.

drolta was so much better at removing herself - perhaps carmilla should take notes. it was her downfall. it always was. a romantic in life and a romantic in death. if she was going to live forever, should she not try to experience the love and desire that she wasn't allowed to while she was alive? perhaps being murdered at that ball was the best thing that ever happened to her, she'd probably would have ended up exactly the the women she fed on otherwise. they weren't so different. eyebrows raise as she looks at the other, tucking black hair behind her own ears. "i'm just saying. it's more interesting to get to know them. aren't the human species both dull and fascinating? you could learn their names."

even with her regrets, she isn't going to turn down food. what else was she supposed to do? this was all she'd ever known. it wasn't really like the other vampire needed her help, if anything it was the other way around sometimes. carmilla takes what she's offered, a smile on her face. "hm, perhaps. next meal is on you, then. it would be quite embarrassing if you're unpleasant. i'd prefer someone who would keep us full the whole day, it gets exhausting having to go and back and find another person."

[floripire]

“Apparently, I’m just always codependent and ridiculous.”

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"you're not ridiculous," floribeth murmurs as she plops herself down in the seat opposite of carmilla. "codependent? yes. but ridiculous? absolutely not. i think it's a vampire thing, though. we - most of us, i can't speak for someone like my sire - have to watch as time ravages the people we attach ourselves to. again and again and again. in the blink of an eye, they're dead and gone. or will be. i struggle with that sometimes; it's hard, not to look at my best friends or my boyfriend and wonder what their headstone is going to look like. to combat that feeling, though, i've decided to spend as much time with them as i can. i also decided to record all of our memories. for later. for when they're not here anymore. i want to make some sort of digital memory tree - with anecdotes i can click through when i get sad. how did you... deal with all of this up 'til now?"

[chasingtitans]

Which member of a doomed spaceship crew are you?

MEDIC

You're the person on this ship that everyone's supposed to trust, but what happens when you can't trust yourself? You know exactly how slim the odds of survival are, exactly how much the body can take before it shreds apart, and you also know, down to the vein, how resilient humans can be. If anyone's going to bring this story back from the dead, can't it be you?

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[perfectionreached]

COUGHS @dieasone !!!!

had a dream that i made a carmilla type vampire solo blog. would anyone actually interact if i made that a reality lol

[orifces]

♰ accepting meme ⁏ @dieasone › ‘ yeah, but, i mean, f*ck i care. whatever. ”

ཐི♡ཋྀ ... ⁎ THE  NIGHT  IN  ALL—HER—GLORY  FINDS  THAT  HUMOROUS        ⁏        THE  SOUND  OF  THE  BAT'S  CACKLES  ECHOING  THROUGHOUT  A  STARRY  ATMOSPHERE,    RICOCHETING  OFF  BRICK  BUILDINGS  BACK  ONTO  THE  SCENE  AT  HAND.   THAT  DREADFUL  SYMPHONY  PUNCTUATED  BY  THE  SOUNDS  OF  BLOOD  DRIPPING  FROM  TALON'S  ON  THE  PAVEMENT  BELOW.   GODS,    DID  THE  MESSIAH  REALLY  KNOW  HOW  TO  PICK  'EM.

DROLTA  FOUND  CARMILLA  IMPRESSIVE,  SHE'D  HEARD  THE  STORIES  AS  MUCH  JUST  AS  ANYONE  ELSE.   ANECDOTES  OF  PERFECTED  CAMOUFLAGE  IN  THE  CESSPOOL  OF  HUMANITY,    EFFICIENT  KILLS  WITH  THE  BLOOD-BATHS  TO  MATCH  WITHOUT  A  TRACE,  ABLE  TO  LIVE  A  QUIET  LIFE  WITH  SERVITUDE  TO  HER  BECK  &  CALL    ⁏    SOMETHING  THE  VIOLENT  HYENA  COULD  ONLY  DREAM  OF ...   &    YET,    ALL  PREDISPOSED  SADISM  INTACT,    UNDEAD  BEAUTY  WAS  CURSED  WITH  A  WRETCHED  HEART. ⁎ DESPICABLE        ⁏        A  GOD-FORSAKEN  WASTE.   SPEAKING  OF  WASTE,    A  HANDKERCHIEF  WAS  PLUCKED  FROM  THE  COMFORT  OF  A  PRADA  SATCHEL        ⁏        SILKY,    DEEP—RED  FABRIC  LINED  SANGUINE—SOAKED  DIGITS  BEFORE  DABBING  THE  RIM  OF  A  LIPSTICK—RIDDEN  MOUTH. 

‘    i  didn't  know  you  were  capable,    my  dear.   what  an... interesting  development.   pitiful,    but    interesting  no  less. ”   INTERESTING,    INDEED.   COUNTESS  WAS  ALREADY  MARKING  THE  FRAMEWORK  OF  MOMENTARY  GRIEF  AS  WEAKNESS.  SMIRK  REFLECTED  LAVA—LAMP  BUBBLES  &  DEVIOUS  SCHEMES  THAT  RUPTURED  BENEATH.   ‘    when  did  you  grow  a  soul,    carmilla    ?    i  must've  missed  that.   ”

[chasingtitans]

WHAT FLAVOR IS YOUR SOUL?

vanilla

oh heart of ice and mind of gold, what am I to do with you? you are only good in small amounts, bittersweet fledgling, you are hard for most to swallow. your spirit is strong, your wit is potent, your biting essence drives even the most daring away. but why are you hiding your sweetness? I know within you, you are soft, but humanity has made you bitter. you mask your pain and sorrow with spite and sensibility. you say you do not care about trivial things, but don't you? sweetheart relax. you can let down your drawbridge, the waters are not poisoned. I know you have looked monsters in between the eyes and scoffed at them, but please, relax. you think your armor protects you but it is smothering you slowly. little owlet, when will you learn, words can only get you so far? feelings are what makes this world pulse. do not suppress your feelings. your heart can still thaw my dear. trust.

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[chasingtitans]

Of course she doesn't. No one 'into this sort of thing' would approach Keiko, who doesn't have to do anything more than exist in rooms like these to stick out like a sore thumb, of their own volition. Certainly not so boldly, at that.

But are people always what they seem? Especially when she has already misread Keiko there, too.

Keiko's eyes narrow at the answer she gets - which, truly, amounts to a whole lot of nothing. "I imagine most people would choose a more conventional destination for that." To say the least. Even if she'd wanted to be there, it shouldn't have been possible for her to have gotten past military restrictions when everyone else, down to the island's own residents, had already been forced away.

A name isn't what Keiko had meant - and tells her just about as much as the explanation before it had - so she offers nothing beyond the same in kind. "Keiko." Arms crossing and spine straightening, she presses forward again. "What are you really here for, Carmilla?"

everything that had happened on that island had no importance to her. she'd lived through what felt like everything and had the worst things happen to her. trusted the wrong people, paid the price. caring about what other people do meant nothing. that's not to say she wasn't curious, but that wasn't why she was here.

carmilla lets out a soft laugh, eyes glancing around at the room surrounding them. "no, of course not. do i really look like someone who would be into this sort of thing?" the sort of thing in question was humans meddling into things that they didn't need to be, she personally loved wandering around balls every once in a while. which was morbid, considering that's how she had died. "maybe the dancing part ... but otherwise. very bland."

of course she wasn't phased and she often forgets that anything that's kind of supernatural is life changing for most of the population. eyebrows furrow, giving a small shrug towards the other woman. "what happened on that island... not the reason i was there. can't a girl want to get away from the people in her life?" hiding somewhere so remote and isolated seemed like a good idea at the time. "carmilla....but who are you?"

[chasingtitans]

But you're different. Keiko is no stranger to being thought of as such, but so rarely is it like this. Few and far between are the people who look at her with a gleam of intrigue, not confusion or derision. Fewer still are the ones who do so upon first meeting, not yet given reason to see anything beyond what they already assume is there.

She does, though. Why?

"You don't?" Keiko counters, brows raising in kind. She barely knows anyone here at all, aside from Lee and General Puckett, but she certainly doesn't owe this stranger that information. "We're currently at a military ball. The last time I saw you was during a highly classified military experiment, on an island there's nearly no easy way on and off of. And what's more, you don't seem phased by any of it." She claims she barely remembers faces, yet Keiko's is her concern.

Not Godzilla. Not the bomb.

What in the world is this woman?

Now that they're alone, there's nothing holding Keiko back from finding out. “Why is that? Who are you?” And why is she here, again, seeking out her of all people?

finding someone to attend with hadn't even crossed her mind. who would care what the people here would think about her? they were mortals and it wasn't like carmilla was exactly running to befriend any of them anytime soon. she was here for one reason and one reason alone: pure curiosity. and boredom, but that was her whole life leading up to this point.

she can't help but smile as the other woman nods, leading her to a small corner, away from the rest of the guests. why were they both here? it seemed like such a far away from when she had seen her last. was she not human? carmilla could tell she wasn't a vampire - but there was some sort of energy that she couldn't resist.

once they're completely alone, she turns to her, that smile still on her face. "it's funny ... seeing you here. sometimes faces come and go and there isn't any sense of remembrance for me, but you're different." it was easy to forget when you've lived as long as she has. carmilla stops for a beat, eyebrows raising. "you know all of these people, i'm assuming? what a crowd."

[chasingtitans]

She's seen that face before.

It's one that would be hard to forget, given exactly when and where they had last - and first - crossed paths. After all, what in the world would explain the presence of a strange woman on Bikini Atoll, in civilian attire no less, when everyone else present but herself and Billy had strictly been military?

Yet here she is again, half a world away, standing in front of Keiko the middle of a military ball in Washington D.C. Not on the arm of any man, either; it's a feat that even Keiko hadn't managed, loathe as she is to admit it. She may be here as the brains of the outfit, as Lee had put it, but that means she's far from stupid. The rest of these men would never have taken her seriously if she had attended alone, if she didn't dress up how they expected her to and play their idiotic games.

And even then. One of the good ones.

Honestly, Keiko's more than ready to take the first excuse to get away from these old-fashioned white men and their asinine beliefs that she can.

(Besides, even if she hadn't been... How can she be expected to turn down such an enticing mystery walking right up and inviting her to find out more?)

When Keiko looks over at Lee, he's already looking back right back at her, brows furrowed in clear concern. Keiko only shakes her head slightly in return, before turning back toward the woman and nodding instead, gesturing for her to lead the way.

After one final glance Lee's way, Keiko steps forward alone.

@chasingtitans

it wasn't like there was much to do. she'd heard that there was some ball. some military thing happening that night - and maybe curiosity had gotten the best of her. carmilla plan was just to scope it out, probably not even go in and then leave. but there's a familiar face at the opening, someone who she had seen months prior, in a completely different setting. what were in the chances that they would even be in the same place again, anyways?

carmilla doesn't know any of these people truthfully. a few she's seen around, but none that she actually cared about. getting too close meant the possibility of being found - and that was the last thing she needed right now. but there was something different about the woman she was following inside, something that she couldn't shake. (even if she wanted to)

she's casual, clearing her throat as she approaches her, as if they had known each other forever. carmilla disregards the people surrounding her, eyebrows raising. "may i speak to you in private? apologizes for interrupting." in truth, she didn't really care that much.

[orifces]

SHE WASN'T ENTIRELY SURE THAT'S WHAT THIS WAS … MATTER OF FACT, SHE WAS SURE THAT’S NOT WHAT THIS WAS. AMUSEMENT CRACKLED FOR A MOMENT BEFORE LAUGHTER WAS BELT BESIDE HER. THOUGH THOUGHTS WERE DIVERTED ELSEWHERE, DROLTA WOULD STILL KEEP THAT AMMO CLOSE. VERY CLOSE. BLACKENED ORBS BEGAN TO SHIMMER THAT IRIDESCENT PINK, SMALL AMOUNTS OF SHAME FOR VAMPRESS GLIMMER, “ you reek of regret... " A PAUSE., " ... perhaps it's the remnants of her. " ALBEIT, COUNTESS WASN'T EXACTLY LEAVING MUCH ROOM FOR REMORSE——————SHE COULDN'T DISCOUNT THE TRUTH IN THAT STATEMENT. EYES DROPPED TO THE DRAINED BODY ON THE PAVEMENT ; EYES & SKIN LACKING THEIR GORGEOUS SUN-KISSED HUE. LADY RAN AVERAGE HEIGHT, EVEN SKIN TEXTURE, PLEASANT VOICE & QUIET AS A MOUSE, FAIRLY PRETTY, INTELLIGENT, NO DOUBT CAME FROM A TROUBLED HOME IF SHE TRUSTED TO MORE—THAN—GALLANT STRANGERS, AND HER ICHOR... SO SWEET. CARMILLA PICKED THEM WELL. SHE WOULD HAVE MADE A LOVELY BRIDE, MEEK & WAFTING IN SUBORNATION, BUT LOVELY NO MATTER.

" oh, just because you don't find joy in my methods doesn't mean our meals don't. " CHUCKLING ONCE MORE, THERE WAS A JOKE IN THAT. SOMEWHERE BENEATH THE RUBLE OF A POMPOUS ATTITUDE & SELFISH NATURE. CONTINUATION THROUGH HER AMUSEMENT, " ————they find me quite irresistible. " GRANTED DROLTA NEVER SEEMED TO FIND HER PREY THAT WAY. HUNTING WAS BUILT MOSTLY ON PLEASURE & BRUTALITY, THUS, THE BAT ACTED AS SUCH. BRUTAL IN THE * MOST BEAUTIFUL OF WAYS ; THE GORE, THE PAIN, THE HORROR, IT WAS SHOCKING SHE MANAGED TO KEEP HERSELF RELATIVELY CLEAN FOR THE SAKE OF... COMPANY. SHE WAS A CREATURE OF THE NIGHT ANYHOW, WHO COULD BLAME HER FOR THE HORRORS THAT CAME WITH BLOODSHED ? CERTAINLY NOT THE INFLICTION & CERTAINLY NOT THE INFLICTED.

FINGERS SNAPPED & THEREIN, SUBJECTS OF TZUENTES... NIGHT CREATURES OF GHASTLY DESIGN BEGAN TO MAKE QUICK WORK OF THE SOLEMN HALF-WAY BRIDE. LONG DIGITS OF TALLER WOMAN OFFERED TO @dieasone, SWEETER WORDS UTTERED WITH A TINGE OF SATIRE TO ACCOMPANY GLOWING MAGENTA IRISES, " perhaps you'll teach me a method or two if i'm unpleasant————might i fair better with the other... species. " VAMPYRA FOUND HER SMILE AGAIN, FANG—TOOTHED & UNDESERVING OF SUCH HAPPINESS BUT, THE CHANCE WAS TAKEN EITHER WAY.

perhaps she was spending too much time around humans. countess karnstein wasn't supposed to care. and she wasn't supposed to admit it. admitting it was a weakness. how was she supposed to show her face ( how was she supposed to face people like her mother? ) if people knew she had a small caring bone in her body. as if she wasn't easily thrown by love. by women that took her heart only to tear it down upon knowing what type of disgusting creature she was. yet she couldn't get away. couldn't get herself to stop.

but she laughs, as if everything she had said was just a test. a joke. if she couldn't laugh along side drolta, then she might as well admit defeat. carmilla wasn't going to do that, not today. she was still the same vampire ... with the same hunger for blood and destruction, whether or not she cared about some useless human. she has to tell herself that it doesn't matter. this is who she was, and this was all she was ever going to be.

fingers wipe blood from her own lips, her face gracing a stoic look as she glances at the other. "she was a sweet girl," she says simply, "i'm just saying it was a shame. doesn't mean i regret it, darling." carmilla hates that she both does and doesn't. but most of all she hates that she knows drolta could use this against her, to discredit her. what would people say? a vampire with a soul was a laughing stock. hell, even carmilla would laugh. "if you wish to be smug - you can be the one to pick out dinner next time. i fear that if that attitude remains, you will not be as successful."