#thedirectdescendant

[killersoflycans]

@the-direct-descendant​

“If you’ve got something to say, Eve, then say it,” Daisy could see that Eve had been wanting to say something for some time, and she was getting tired of her seemingly avoid it at whatever the cost. Her arms crossed over her chest, guns still in her hand with the safety on. Whatever it was, seemed to be affecting how Eve trained. 

[cautiousbutfoolish]

@the-direct-descendant​

“Eve...” Alexia had taken time away from the coven, having told Eve this fact as well. She needed to get away, just breathe and learn who she was now that she had lost it all and was starting to build her life back up. She looked so much better. Her eyes were brighter and her posture was far more confident. “I’m sorry it took so long to come home, but I’m back.”

[lycanlead-a]

𝐭𝐡𝐞-𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭-𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝: 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦, 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥.

          ❝ it took me years... about a hundred... to figure out how to channel my anger, to control the beast within me, to dominate it. ❞

there was a smile that sketched itself along the 𝙡𝙮𝙘𝙖𝙣’s lips. though it was genuine, it also hid concern to the fact that he had no idea how to guide the 𝙝𝙮𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙙 part of himself.

          ❝ but this time i am not alone, am i? you are NOT alone. ❞

@the-direct-descendant​

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

   @the-direct-descendant gets a one-liner lyric starter for muse of choice.

 “It keeps my veins hot, the fires find a home in me.”

[inacciaioarchive]

@the-direct-descendant plot we’ve plotted forever and now finally doing

It was virtually undisputed. Selene, and now they knew Michael, were dead, and Eve was still a child. Thus, she needed a guardian. There was no one else but Semira. She had been sired by Viktor just as Selene had been, technically making Semira Selene’s sister in vampiric terms. She held the most rights, in fact really the only thing close to rights, to be Eve’s guardian. Selene was now known to be a traitor that Semira killed, and some people were surprised that she didn’t kill Eve; instead adopting her. The people who knew Semira, even those who liked her and respected her, thought that she never seemed like the motherly type. 

It was Eve’s first night, and upon hearing that Eve could eat human food, Semira had something prepared for her. She summoned her new charge to the dining hall, where an array of cooked meats, side dishes, and desserts were displayed on the dining table. 

“I was told you can eat food besides just blood or meat. It’s been a while since you’ve had a good meal, has it not?” Semira asked upon Eve entering. “In fact, from what I’ve been told about you, you’ve likely never had a good meal.”

“A little known fact about me; I’ve never had a good meal either. Besides blood. But something like this... Unlike you, I was not born into this life. As a human, I was always poor. I was malnourished, starving. It’s probably why I was never able to become with child during my human years.” 

[doesntlovehumans]

@the-direct-descendant for a starter call I lost before I disappeared.

“Oh I agree, killing the messenger certainly sends a message.”

Covens and their bullshit, Eric owed loyalty to none of them nor did he sympathize particularly with the plight of Eve. Her current plight of looking for her mother that is, unaware of the horrors she had endured in the hands of human the Viking could imagine though. She was in danger but handled herself pretty well, the viking merely offered to help her as a way to fuck with some former associates that no doubt would not be too keen in the Hybrid’s quest for survival. 

Really though, the first pureblood hybrid posses a threat and they send one assassin? Armatures.

“Check his pockets- who ever wants you dead certainly must have something to hide. “

[halfvampirehalflycan]

@the-direct-descendant

Michael knew that their constant moving was probably upsetting to Eve, but he needed to stay moving. Ever since he had provided a... ‘service’ to that man, he kept coming after him. He no longer felt like killing for him. He killed on his own terms, not at the command of another like some kind of attack dog. He knew that theoretically he could go after that man at any time and kill them with ease, but he didn’t at the risk of someone harming his daughter. 

They had only just settled into their new area, their new home. He had a bad feeling, knowing that something was off. He wouldn’t let Eve know that though. He kept a brave face with her. It was just another secret that he kept from her and he didn’t think it was that bad. 

“You doing okay in our new home, Eve?” He asked, turning around to face her.

[deceptionfed]

12. How are they bodily expressive? How do they use nonverbal cues such as their posture, stance, eyes, eyebrows, mouths, and hands?

MEME | accepting

   It is said that a true winner does not play the game so much as they play other participants involved; for Varga, this means being aware of circumstances and successfully reading body language while guarding one’s own tells. Varga’s expression of self has evolved into a performative art. The aristocratic vampire nation, with all of its cutthroat, underhanded tactics at power grubbing, is the perfect stage upon which to build such manipulative foundations.   Varga’s posture mirrors exactly the type of role he is expected to play. 

  When he is on duty, standing guard at Council meetings, or receiving a highly-regarded guest, he stands, walks, and speaks from a position of strength. There is no greater reflection of a nation’s power than the militant force built to defend it, and as the Captain of the Death Dealers, Varga must represent this. In these environments, he stands as though he is at the ready for reverie at any moment: firm, immovable.    He often conceals his hands behind his back: while the open, extended hand symbolizes cooperation and trust, the closed, concealed hand indicates mystery and unknown intentions, and the ability to betray another at any moment. It communicates that he is fearless and unfazed by the possibility of attacks to his core. In addition, Varga often keeps his head still and angles his entire body (effectively taking up space) when another regards him—or he does not move to accommodate them at all. This lack of head movement also reflects a lack of compromise.

   It is not often he finds himself in a position of vulnerability; despite how welcome these situations are, Varga may exaggerate or minimize this depending on how he believes the audience will react. When interacting with masters of teaching or Council members one-on-one, Varga will tilt his head more often and mirror the individuals’ body language to put the other at ease.    Because I could write a novel on his body language as it pertains to interactions with specific people, I will not delve into details about that here.  Varga’s main tell, and arguably his sincerest nonverbal cue, is in the expressiveness of his eyes. He uses this to his advantage often, especially in power play. But when he is truly feeling emotional vulnerability or is caught off guard, the surest way for another person to pick up on this is to watch how his eye movements change from one moment to the next. Varga is soft-spoken and he often takes his time to think before speaking. The best way to see through that is to focus on his eye shape, how long he keeps eye contact and where he directs his gaze, as well as how slowly or how often he blinks.

[agxntlancelxt-blog]

@the-direct-descendant liked for a Christmas starter (x) 

“So... do vampires even celebrate Christmas.” It was her first holiday as... well as a vampire. It threw her off pretty badly, not sure if she could call her few friends or send them gifts. It bothered her but she really didn’t want to show that. 

[archeroftheforest-blog]

@the-direct-descendant continued from here (x)

“My name is not important.” Perhaps if this girl was not a threat to her, Gwedhiel would offer a little more information about her. There was something about her that piqued her interest and made her want to learn more about the young girl in front of her. She remained up in the trees, a gust of wind bowing the hood down from her head, displaying pointed ears that showed what she was. 

“A cross species of what? I have never seen anything like you before.” That really wasn’t saying much, though. As a child, Gwedhiel never left her village, knowing only the other elves living there. Now that she was older, and had seen more, she knew of many other creatures, but not all. She had met dwarves, humans, orcs and fae. She knew that there were many others living in the world, ones she may not have even heard of yet. 

[parabataiisms]

@the-direct-descendant from here ;;

“You’re gonna get my ass killed-”

Heterochromic eyes stared unblinking at the Hybrid but she looked confident. Strong. It was his duty to protect her but there was nothing wrong with her doing it for herself...right? “Fine  I’ll watch your back,what’s your play” Jace inquired for they needed a plan if they were to escape with both their lives and all limbs intact.

[killersoflycans]

@the-direct-descendant​ continued (x) 

“I’m waiting,” Daisy leaned up back against the wall, arms remaining crossed over her chest. “You may think you can lie to some vampires without getting caught, but I’m not one of them. I’ve been alive far too long to be lied to.”

[cautiousbutfoolish]

@the-direct-descendant

Alexia knew that the moment she had even the slightest sliver of hope, she should escape. The life she was living was nothing that was good for her, or the unborn child within her. She waited until night, when the pack was in a meeting, and she made her escape. She stayed low, hiding when she could and finally, finally, got a breath of freedom as she stepped out of the den where the pack resided. She didn’t know where she could go, so she started to wander. She couldn’t return to the coven, or at least, she wasn’t going to until she was discovered by Varga and the hybrid girl that Marius had searched long and hard for. 

Her head was bowed, arm wrapped around her swollen belly to protect her child and she bared her fangs, not willing to let either of them too close to her. 

[lycanlead-a]

𝐭𝐡𝐞-𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭-𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝: 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐃

          ❝ hello, dearest 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙... your enthusiasm of seeing me is rather strong today... ❞ 𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗡 nudged her soft cheek teasingly with his knuckles and the ruffled her hair. 

@the-direct-descendant

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

what happens to anything beautiful ?

     “It dies.”  Petra’s reply was simple, harsh in its intent perhaps, but languid in its delivery from where the lanky blonde was sprawled out, limbs askew on the couch in the apartment that she was currently crashing in.  Her eyes were half closed, staring at the wisps of smoke that escaped between her lips from the cigarette clenched in the corner of her mouth, the fingers of one hand traipsing through the trails - following or creating some pattern that only she could see, the double, triple vision trails of her fingers and the smoke intertwining to create some inky, murky cascade.  “Like everything – everyone, always, ever.  Everything dies, and those that think otherwise are fools.”  Ironic, perhaps, given to whom, to what she was speaking, but then wasn’t that the curse of immortality?  It wasn’t truly forever, it was just being all the more paranoid of losing what time you had.

[inacciaioarchive]

@the-direct-descendant

It had been a long, but quiet journey back home. It was strange knowing that Eve had seen everything that happened, but Fiore knew she needed to make her peace with it. Once back, still no one spoke to each other; it was day and most of them wished to sleep. Even Fiore, who, over the years, had adjusted to the coven hours of sleeping during the day. She slept, but not much. She was tired, certainly, but mostly Fiore was concerned. She felt shame for how she behaved, how rashly she had acted. It was all talk, but that didn’t make it right. 

“Eve,” she spoke, gently approaching. “I’m really glad you’re here again. Everything I did was to make sure Lena was willing to help you. I realize now though, I shouldn’t have threatened her the way I did. I’m sorry. And I plan to apologize to Lena when she wakes.”

“There are no excuses for my actions. Just... know that I never would’ve done it. I was just desperate, but that still doesn’t make threatening right, and I understand that. I was foolish, and in that moment I simply didn’t care about what happened to me. I didn’t care if Lena or anyone else hated me. I didn’t care if they killed me. I just wanted you alive. If it was possible to trade my life for yours, I would do so in a heartbeat. Anyway... I’m sorry. And I’ll make it right with Lena. Whatever she wants of me, I’ll do.”