#thread: etienne 001

[emine--yalaz]

Mistletoe 2022 - Canon

When: Dec 14th, 2022 Where: A Club Who: @etiennecanet​

“Kahrestin.” Emine mumbles under her breath. 

This is not going to plan.

Emine liked when things went the way they were supposed to. She had spent the last couple weeks watching him, finding his routine and tonight she was going to kill him. It wasn’t the person she wanted from the Rutherfords for what they did to Berat, but still, it would make her feel better with them feeling the pain she did when her brother was hurt. 

No mercy!

Everything was lined up, she had the perfect shot, and then some asshole showed up, making her shot go wide, thankfully she had a silencer on Carlos. She only grazed the man’s arm and attention was drawn to her. Their eyes met for a second, shadows hiding most of her face, the the shouts started to be aimed in direction. 

A quick exit was needed but that meant going through the club and potentially being followed.

The Turks pushed through the door, the drumming of the beat from the music filling her ears and their voices fading away. She weaved through the crowd never looking behind her when a body moved in front of her and she was met with oceanic hues.

He was blocking her from her exit.

"You're in my way." Her head tilts back to look up at him, her voice keeping calm.

[fcrox]

who: @etiennexdelacour where: delacour townhouse when: evening

It had been weeks since she'd last been home, preferring the solitude of her flat. For the most part it was the short distance to Diagon Alley, in other parts her wish to stay clear of those who thought different than her. Still, Estelle couldn't deny that there was a need to see her family occasionally. How else was one meant to keep up with all the things that seemed to happen the very moment she turned her back even for a silly minute. "I hear congratulations are in order?" Her eyes had fallen onto her brother the moment the brunette rounded the corner. Their mother had been rather vocal about the most recent events, seemingly thrilled in comparison to what Estelle felt on the inside.

Luckily she knew to keep her mouth shut. The witch had made conversation a skill used to her advantage, and this silly notion of her brother was hardly going to change it. "I've been gone for mere weeks and come back to my brother having found someone he wishes to marry." It didn't matter that very moment that it hadn't been Mrs Delacour that would share the news with her but rather the witch that now was forevermore linked to her brother. "You love her, I presume?" Finally, she managed a smile, however weak it may have been.

[bean-damnaithe]

Briana pulled back from the neck of her prey, glancing over their shoulder at the other presence she had felt. Another vampire. There was the urge to snap the neck of the human an render them useless as prey to the other but she fought it and pushed the urge down. “I’ve had enough. Thank you, sweetheart.” She purred before gently kissing the woman on the lips before letting the weak and slightly dazed human go. Sizing the other vampire up she stepped away from the wall she’d had her pray up against. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you it’s rude to interrupt someone while they’re eating?” Running her thumb across her lip she collected the last of the blood before licking it off. @turn-of-the-cards​

[undrcssed]

It’s a little ridiculous, isn’t it? Getting excited when she knows that he’s going to be in town, when he leaves his wife for the weekend to spend time with her? She’s gotten attached too quickly and she’s usually smarter than this. It doesn’t stop her from dressing up for him though, her hair in loose romantic waves, a dress clinging to her beautiful, curvy form that she wouldn’t have been able to afford if he hadn’t bought if for her last time he was in town. It’s almost like a fairy tale, going from bottle girl to a kept woman, except her prince is a married man she only gets to see a few days out of the month. She hears the door open and her heart starts to quicken inside of her chest, smoothing out the black dress and bringing the glass of champagne to her lips, taking a deep sip to soothe the butterflies in her stomach. When she glances up and sees him a smile plays on her lips, which are painted a deep shade of red. “Hello, gorgeous,” she greets, her tone soft, full of warmth, and dare she say it -- affection?

@treasureslowlyfaded​