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[welldonekhushi]

"Medicine Delivery Duo" 🩸💉

I wanted to draw something cute over my Vampyr OC with Jonathan, so I'm introducing you all to my new ship, AnnaReid!

I imagine Anastasia coming up with the idea to call themselves like that, and Jonathan is like, "Oh.. that's nice?" but would accept the name anyway as they head to each district to deliver medicines!

Anastasia and Reid, they both prepare medicines and distribute it to the civilians, to make sure they remain healthy amidst the epidemic.

So here's a small story under the cut, when they discussed the name before leaving for the delivery! ↓

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As they prepared for another night of delivering much-needed medicines to the afflicted, Nurse Anastasia Graham glanced at Doctor Reid with a thoughtful expression.

“What shall we call ourselves, Doctor Reid?” she asked, breaking the silence.

Doctor Reid raised an eyebrow. “Call ourselves? Have you something in mind, Nurse Graham?”

She offered a faint smile. “Perhaps 'The Medicine Delivery Duo.' Simple and clear, don’t you think?”

He paused, considering the suggestion. “It’s.. honest, I’ll give you that. But don’t you think it’s a bit plain?”

Anastasia shrugged lightly. “Sometimes plain is best. The people will know exactly what we’re here for.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Reid let out a soft chuckle. “Fair enough. 'The Medicine Delivery Duo' it is, then.”

Anastasia nodded with quiet satisfaction. “Brilliant! Now let’s make sure we live up to it.”

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VAMPYR OC: Diana Lune 🧛🏻‍♀️🩸

Talofa everyone! I have created ANOTHER OC that I want to share with you guys! And I wanted to say thanks to my dear mutual friend, @welldonekhushi for introducing me this interesting game called "Vampyr"! I've been brainstorming to create this character ever since I started watching it and I LOVED it! So thank you Khushi! And now, we shall start getting to know this character!

Based off that pic up there is from the website that I was using to create of what she would look like!

GENERAL:

Name: Diana Lune

Aliases: Loony (by her younger siblings, Antone and Dr. Swansea), Dian (by her family, Antone, Ashbury, Geoffrey, Dr. Swansea and Dr. Reid)

Age: 29 years old

Gender: Female

Nationality: British (UK)

Languages Spoken: English

Place of Birth: Willingdon, England

Species: Human (Formerly), Vampire

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Single

Occupation: Hunter

Place of Occupation: Guard of Priwen

Current Residence: Lady Ashbury's Mansion

Status: Active

Faceclaim: Emma Watson

(her hairstyle is like that when she's out hunting with the Priwen guards and when she's at home, she usually put it in a ponytail braid.)

Biography: Diana Lune, a huntress working for the Priwen Guards. Who had suddenly have the urge of revenge on them for killing her family, her lover and herself as well. After joining with them without any suspicious eyes that she's a vampire. She will quietly taking them down one by one.

PERSONALITY:

Myers-Briggs Type: ENFP (The Champion)

Determined and Strong: That is one of her strengths. Her determination had given her the spark to find her killer and take revenge on them. For her family and her friend/lover. And she’s stronger than she looks, pinning them down and killing them on the spot.

Sassy and Bold: She has picked up that attitude from someone she once knew. For they or she have believed that they will get away by throwing some insults or pinning down onto someone’s weak point by using their words. To distract them from finding something suspicious of her. Some of her words may tell the truth of her being so straightforward or she’s just trying to reveal your true color.

Sarcastic: Being sassy is one thing but being SARCASTIC is her favorite. She really enjoys annoying people with her sarcasm words. Even mostly to McCullum. Always pointed out the OBVIOUS when most people asked some really stupid questions. Flirtatious: Diana would be flirting with ANYONE 24/7. She knows every move she could make you fall in love with her for. But don’t worry, she’s not the kind of lady to break anyone’s heart. She would usually flirt to tease anybody. She knows how to charm her way out of the situation by her words and body movement.

AFFILIATIONS:

Lune Family

Damien Lune (Father, deceased)

Eleanor Lune (Mother, deceased)

Amelia Lune (Sister, deceased)

Oliver Lune (Brother, deceased)

Antone Robinson (Husband, deceased)

Pembroke Hospital

Dr. Jonathan Reid (Friend)

Dr. Edgar Swansea (Friend)

Dorothy Crane (Friend)

Priwen Guard

Geoffrey McCullum (Boss, Love Interest)

Vincent Sheen

Jimmy Barlow

Toby Sheen

Others

Lady Ashbury (Mentor)

William Marshall (Mentor #2)

BACKGROUND STORY:

Diana Lune was born and raised in Willingdon, England. She had grown up on a farm with her parents and two younger siblings. A brother and a sister. She had really enjoyed her farm life with her family. She helped her father to run it, even though it was supposed to be a MAN’S job but she still wanted to assist. Seeing that her little brother was growing, she thinks it’s best for her to take care of it since she’s older.

That one night, when Diana was just on her way to check with the animals. She suddenly saw a young man, who was about her age, was devouring one of the cattle. She started to scream and called out for her father before grabbing a nearby weapon. Ready to strike. And when she was about to attack first, she noticed that this young man was looking scared when he was being discovered. He pleaded with her to spare him as he was just hungry and was trying to avoid eating any human. Diana doesn’t know if she would believe him or not. Until her father ran in with a shotgun and pointed at the young man. She saw him trembling in fear before she stopped her father and telling him to spare him. He didn't listen and was going to shoot him. That’s when her mother stepped in to stop him as she looked at the poor young man. Seeing her mother’s kind eyes, she saw her reaching out for his pale face and gently rubbed it. So she decided to keep and spare this poor fellow. Her father was against it as this choice angered him but his wife ignored him and took the young man in.

After a week or two, Diana had learned that the young man was named Antone. He was just a poor shoe boy in the city of London, trying to make some money for his poor sick father. He already explained to Diana and her family that he was attacked by some kind of creature. That’s how he got turned into this. He even knew that he’s a VAMPIRE. He fled away when one of the guards spotted him and ran into the countryside. HOPING to find somewhere safe. And he grew hungry as he tried to avoid eating people. That’s when he stumbled upon their farm. No choice but to eat one of their cattle to satisfy his hunger. Diana was amazed to see an ACTUAL vampire in her home. And she was very impressed to see him handling his hunger. So she and her family had promised to keep him safe and make sure no one knows about his whereabouts.

It has been a year that Diana’s new friend stayed with her family and that he was VERY grateful to them. Even grateful to have her keeping him company. The girl had always wondered what it’s like to have a Vampire as a friend. And because they’re friendship had grown so big. That friendship had turned into something MORE. And then, they started to fall in love. Her mother and her siblings felt so happy for them but her father hesitated a bit to hear this news. But with Diana’s reassurance to trust Antone, the father had decided to give them his blessings.

One evening, Antone had decided to go back to the London city to find his father. Diana understands and lets him go as she will wait for him here in her farm. And hearing Antone promising her in the hand of marriage once he comes back had fluttered her heart. As their lips pressed each other before his departure, she started to wait for him day after day. Until she had met some men who had come over and questioned her parents about this man who had recently passed by. Diana had a bad feeling about these men, even her father felt the same as well so he lied to them that there was no man but them who came by. And that’s when they decided to leave them be. Thinking that it’s alright now.

Until around midnight, Diana had heard something had crashed into the house. She also heard her mother screaming. Diana had darted out of her room before getting caught by one of the strange silhouette people. Pinning her down and seeing her father has been tied up and beaten down. Demanding him to tell them where this vampire is. She also saw her mother lying on the floor as she was knocked out. Her two younger siblings were crying as they tried to wake up their mother. Diana was in anger as she yelled at these people to let them go and started to tear up as they beat her father down to a pulp. She knows that her father can’t tell them and neither would she. That is when these strange people had decided to END them. Stabbing them, letting them bleed to death and setting their house on fire while leaving them to be BURNED alive. And Diana thought that this was the end. Feeling so guilty to leave her lover behind. But fate has changed for she had survived. How? Is because of Antone. He had saved her from getting burned. He also had turned her into a vampire who liked him. He also explained to her that he tried to save her family but it was too late. Diana was upset and angry to hear this but she calmed down and lived with her lover inside the city of London.

For only a year or two, Diana had lost Antone because one of the Priwen Guards had discovered his identity that one night and had killed him. It angered Diana even more that she wanted to take revenge. But she knows that there will be too many guards for her to take down. So she planned to join their little club and only killed one who had murdered her family and lover. And the rest of her story…has continued one with this journey.

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now fall in love with your friendly neighbourhood ginger and spice man. One and only Colm *angelic music* The warm core of the Priwen guard ✨

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I love how this came out, but I don't want to push my luck because Odessa is wholly nude and fingering herself so... Picture and a close up is at the links. https://x.com/TheVampiresLair/status/1752904734837555560?s=20 https://inkblotapp.page.link/4vo8moNs3yPgTp4i9

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[priwenshallprevail]

I may make a Priwen Veteran OC from Scandinavia who settled in Dublin during late 1800s. Who knew Eldritch, first served under his reign, but is sometimes Geoffrey's voice of reason also when the lad is stressed. Perhaps serving as his eldest advisor.

With inspiration of his characteristics; over all demeanor etc, to that of Floki of the television show Vikings.

Mind you, I will not be making another blog for this character. He will be included in some aspect within threads on here as an additional character that only sometimes makes an appearance.

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[theuncannysurgeon]

1. Narcissa carries a medium-sized bag that has multiple pockets on the front, the back and inside to put a lot of her medical emergency supplies. It has clips and zippers. It is either a black leather or brown leather with no decoration due to its professional use. It is fairly personal.

Otherwise, she has a small pouch in there in which she carries her most feminine care and papers.

2. Very organized. She is a doctor. She doesn't let her stuff spill or be misplaced. She doesn't want to lose it, considering how rare and expensive it is.

3. First call medicine for the inhabitants of London, and a paper sleeve to put the files and documents she needs. She has three : a red, a white and a black one on which are written for what's their use. In the pouch, she possesses her lipstick, tissues and a hairbrush. As well as her journal, she uses them daily.

4. Most likely her journal and expensive hairbrush from the 1780's. Otherwise, her medical appliances.

5. Her lipstick no doubt and tissues if she had to.

6. The hairbrush and medical appliances.

7. She has a fidget toy crippled in her pouch to manage her stress.

TELL US what's in your MCs / OCs' bags!! I wanna know all about the things they carry everyday. How many bottles of wiggenweld potion are in their bag? What's the story behind that letter they keep close at all times? Why the heck do they still have the candy wrappers from years ago?!

Questions you can start with:

What kind of bag does your MC carry, if any? (If they're a baller with no bag u can tell us about that too)

How organized is their bag? How long does it take them to find stuff they need?

Which object(s) do they use the most?

Which object(s) do they cherish the most?

Which object(s) should they probably throw away?

Which object(s) is the highest in value?

Which object(s) is the weirdest / least expected?

Feel free to pick just some of the questions, or come up with your own, and answer them however you like - write, draw, create a moodboard, i dont care, just have fun!!

I'm tagging ppl below to kick it off but **ANYONE IS WELCOME TO PARTICIPATE** please do I beg you

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[welldonekhushi]

Vampyr OC: Anastasia Graham 🏥

Introducing you all to a new OC, everyone! My head has been constantly brainstorming with ideas to create a new character based on the game I'm currently posting content with. So, here's what you can know about them, under the cut!

Currently for the bio, I've only used Picrews to describe Anastasia's appearance, but sooner or later I'll draw her in my style and update it all!

GENERAL:

Name: Anastasia

Full name: Anastasia Graham

Alias(es): Anna (by her family, and Dr. Reid), Annie (by the patients)

Age: 28 years old

Gender: Female

Nationality: British (UK)

Languages spoken: English, a bit of French (learnt from her mother who briefly served during the war)

Place of Birth: Birmingham, England

Species: Human

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Single

Occupation: Nurse at Pembroke Hospital

Current residence: Whitechapel

Status: Active

Faceclaim: Freya Mavor

(She mostly wears two braids to the hospital but when she's at home, she has her hair open like in the pictures!)

Biography: Anastasia Graham, an aspiring nurse with hopes of making a mark in medical studies, faces numerous challenges as she begins her career at Pembroke Hospital amid the deadly Spanish Flu epidemic.

PERSONALITY:

Myers-Briggs Type: ISFJ (The Defender)

Compassionate and kind: One defining characteristic of Anastasia is her deep compassion and kindness towards her patients, often referred to as a “hope restored.” Her mere presence brings light to those in the hospital, uplifting spirits even amid the bleak conditions caused by the flu’s impact on the city.

Emotional: The loss of her patients profoundly affects Anastasia, breaking her heart and making her feel as though she has failed in her duty as a nurse. She struggles to cope with these intense emotions, but with the guidance of Dorothy Crane, she is learning to be resilient and to maintain hope, even in the face of loss when there is nothing more she can do.

Cautious: Due to a traumatic vampire attack in her youth that nearly cost her life, Anastasia approaches the world with caution. She often fears walking alone, haunted by the possibility that someone might be following her. To protect herself, she keeps the knife her father gave her, always prepared to defend herself if necessary.

THEME:

AFFILIATIONS:

Graham Family

Henry Graham (Father, deceased)

Amelia Graham (Mother, alive)

Eleanor Graham (Aunt, alive)

Alfred Graham (Uncle, alive)

Pembroke Hospital

Dr. Jonathan Reid (Colleague, Love Interest)

Dr. Thoreau Strickland (Colleague #2)

Dr. Edgar Swansea (Employer, Administrator of Pembroke Hospital)

Dorothy Crane (Mentor)

Gwyneth Branagan (Mentor #2)

Pippa Hawkins (Distant Cousin)

Lady Ashbury (Friend, when she visits the hospital often)

Guard of Priwen

Diana Lune (Friend, @islandtarochips)

More facts about her in detail, through this post!

BACKGROUND STORY:

Anastasia Graham was born in Birmingham to Henry and Amelia Graham. Her father, a dedicated member of the Guard of Priwen—a society of vampire hunters—instilled in her an early sense of resilience, while her mother, a compassionate medic, inspired Anastasia's passion for healing. Determined to follow in her mother’s footsteps, Anastasia committed herself to the study of medicine from a young age.

Her life took a dark turn one evening when she was nearly attacked by a bloodthirsty vampire. She was saved just in time by a Priwen hunter, but the incident left a lasting impression on her. To help her feel safe, her father entrusted her with a silver knife, a small but powerful symbol of protection should she ever face such danger again.

As she grew, Anastasia remained focused on her goal of becoming a nurse, eventually securing formal education in the medical field. This path led her to London during the height of the Spanish Flu epidemic, a devastating time that demanded all hands on deck in the healthcare sector. It was then that Dr. Edgar Swansea, who recognized her potential and the urgent need for additional medical staff, invited her to join the Pembroke Hospital team.

Under the mentorship of Dorothy Crane, Anastasia Graham dedicated herself to serving the patients of Pembroke Hospital, striving to emulate Dorothy’s own unwavering commitment to compassionate care. Despite the harsh conditions, she went to great lengths to ensure each patient was treated with dignity and that their needs were met. Yet, the onslaught of suffering patients as the Spanish Flu ravaged the city took a toll on her. With each new wave, the pain, fear, and despair around her intensified, and Anastasia began to feel overwhelmed. Though determined to stay strong, she found herself teetering on the edge of exhaustion.

One evening, while rushing through the dim, crowded halls of Pembroke, Anastasia noticed a new figure in the hospital. Tall and composed, he moved through the chaos with a calm, almost unearthly presence that commanded attention. He was a doctor, recently arrived and eager to join the fight against the epidemic. When their eyes met, Anastasia felt a strange sense of foreboding—and fascination. Unaware of the true nature of the man she was drawn to, she sensed that her life was about to take an irrevocable turn.

[islandtarochips]

Diana Lune’s Story

Arthur’s Note: Talofa everyone! I just wanted to share a short story about my OC. If you guys read my OC’s bio then you may know of what this one is about! This is the an inspiration from a game that my dear mutual friend @welldonekhushi had introduced me to! And I LOVE it! It is called the “Vampyr”! You can go ahead and checked it out! So anyway, I have created a short story that was related to her background story! So I hope you guys enjoyed it! Thank you

“My love…?”

“Antone? Antone, what’s going on? Where are you?”

“Forgive me my little moonlight….I won’t be able to come home…”

“W-What are you talking about? Antone, WHERE are you?!”

“I love you…”

“Die you LEECH.”

“Who’s that? Antone? ANTONE?!”

A sudden sharp pain had awoken the young female Ekon as she gasped. Feeling the cold sweat on the side of her head and breathing so heavily. Diana placed her hand on her chest while gripping onto it. “What the bloody hell was that?” She said in a very fearful tone before looking on the side of the bed. She saw that it was empty. Her husband was not there. That is when she started to feel her cold dead heart beating faster.

She quickly got off the bed and slipped her clothing on as she grabbed the scarf that was hanging on the coat stand. And quickly walked outside. She had started to go from streets to streets, ally after ally, one person after another asking them if they had seen her beloved. But sadly she can’t find him nor does the people know where this man is.

She started to walk over the bridge, almost giving up hope to find her lover before a sudden striking feeling had hit her. She looked to the side to see something glimmering from the light.

The woman had started to walk over to investigate before she froze in her place. Her eyes widened and her heart suddenly felt a stinging aching pain.

“No…” Is what she said from what she has seen.

“No…no no no…” The Ekon quickly ran to the glimmering object before kneeling down. Picking up a green emerald ring. The one that her husband was wearing for their marriage. The one that they have concealed of their love.

“No no no no no no! NO!” She looked around on the ground seeing black dust everywhere. “NO! NO! NOOOOOOOO!” She started screaming so heartbreakingly around that area. A realization had struck her that her husband, her lover, the man who she had loved. Is gone…he is truly gone.

She hugged the ring close to her chest while crying her heart out. How did this happen? Did they find out about her lover’s identity? Who did this?

“Ma’am? What are you doing out here late at night?”

The young woman was still on her knees, hugging the ring as she wiped her tears.

A man walked over with his weapon as he looked at the woman. “Ma’am, it’s not safe here. You need to get inside of your home. These bloodsuckers are still around this area.” The man said as he tried to reach out for her.

Then the young Ekon suddenly has a feeling that this man.

THIS. MAN.

Had done something to do with her husband. Her lover. Her ANTONE.

She suddenly changed her expression as she started to smile a bit. “Apologies…I…I was just having a moment, sir.”

The man was looking at this woman suspiciously but started to shrug it off. “Alright then, perhaps I can help you to get home safely?”

She slowly stood up, still holding the ring in her hand, and faced him with a small smile. “Thank you. I would kindly accept your offer.”

The man had walked with her over the bridge and onto the street. “I’m sorry to ask this again but what ARE you doing here?”

“I was just looking for someone but I believe they should be at home by now.” She answered before she glanced to see this man is carrying a weapon. “I see you’re carrying a weapon. Are you some kind of guard?”

The man nodded in response. “I’m a Vampire Hunter, ma’am. Part of the Priwen Guards.”

That name had suddenly caught this young woman's attention. “A Priwen Guards?” She stopped before looking at him. “I apologize. But my beloved and I just moved in last week and that name sounded quite intrigued. What are they?”

“Oh. Well, us Priwen Guards are the organization of hunting and killing those bloodsuckers. We made sure that us humans are safe from these drastic monsters.”

“Oh my.” She pretended to sound surprised but to tell you the truth. She felt very offended and disgusted by how he talked about her kind. Even when he talks about her husband’s kind as well. “Tell me, who is in charge of this organization?”

“Ah. Well, it used to be Sir Eldritch but now he entrusted his leadership down to young McCullum. Heh. Maybe he is young but he is full of skills.”

Diana nodded as she took all of this information from this man. “And also, what happened in that area? I’ve seen some black dust over there.”

The man had looked in the direction of where the woman had mentioned. Then he started to point out. “That black dust is from those VAMPIRES. Our leader had found him and cornered him where we wanted him.”

Diana then saw the man grinning. “...and you killed him?”

“Of course! Our mighty leader had shown NO mercy upon these dark creatures! It’s a great victory for all of us!” Then the man paused for a moment before smiling awkwardly at her. “Apologies. Didn’t mean to bursted out like that.”

The woman just smiled at the man as she shook her head. “It’s alright then. It is a glorious victory for your kind to kill my husband.”

The man laughed a bit. “It is indeed! It was quite-” He suddenly stopped before he looked at the woman as he saw a ghost. “W-What did you say? Your…husband?”

Diana started to smile at him, showing her fangs as she slid the ring into her ring finger. As she started to speak. “You know, not every vampire is a MONSTER dear sir. BUT.” She looked at the man, seeing him backing up as he gripped onto his weapon. Seeing his eyes was with fear. “The only monster around here is YOU and your MEN.”

Soon she quickly teleported near to this man and grabbed him before sinking her fangs deep into the skin of his neck. Hearing the poor man screaming in pain as he tried to squirm away but soon later saw the world around him. Started to blur out before hitting onto the cold cemented ground.

Diana had started to breathe with such satisfaction. Tasting the blood from her enemy who had taken the life of her family and lover. After that, she suddenly heard other men shouting.

“I heard a scream somewhere here!”

“Quickly! Before we lose them!”

The vampire growls to hear their arrival. She had looked around to find a place to hide. Before teleporting herself into the dark corner. Watching the guards passing by as they found the body of their fallen comrade.

“Jesus christ…he’s…he’s gone…” One of the men had stepped forward as he showed his sadness. Onto the dead corpse that was in front of them.

Diana saw the tall man was gripping onto the torch and seeing him gritting his teeth. “Bloody hell…these BLOODSUCKERS are going to pay for this!”

“Enough! Let us just take his body and head back to headquarters. We will report this to McCullum. And I’m sure he won’t be happy about this…”

The Ekon watched these men take the body of the man of whom she had killed. She just glared at them as they walked away and she stepped out of the shower. The silence in this atmosphere had started to scream louder as she exited from this scene.

She finally had come back home and once she had closed the door behind her. She started to fall onto her knees and hugged herself tightly as her tears flowed out of her eyes and had dripped onto the wooden floor. She had let go of her crying of agony and grief. The crying of pain and loneliness inside this empty home that she was supposed to share with her lover.

Everyone that she had known. Everyone that she had loved. Her parents, her younger siblings and her husband. They are ALL gone and DEAD.

Soon that shed of tears had turned into HATE. Her eyes started to turn from brown to red as she slowly stood up. She could feel the burning desire in her vein and into her heart as she looked at her ring on her finger.

“Don’t worry, my love. I will avenge you and our family. I will make sure that EVERY single guard in this town will PAY for what they have done.” Diana whispered in a very dark tone manner as she started to plan how to take care of them.

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The next evening, when the sun had started to set down. An older man was in front of the building, smoking. Before he saw someone walking up. He got his gun ready before standing straight, still having the cigarette in his mouth. “Halt. State your business.”

He then saw it was a woman wearing a black outfit with black long boots and black trench coat. She then started to smile at the man.

“Greetings, my dear sir. I am here to join your little club. You’re wishing to end those vampire scum am I correct?” Diana said with a smile as she was just trying to charm him.

The old man looked at her confusingly but still kept his guard up. “Yes. We do. But you will have to talk to the boss.”

“Ah. Of course, then may I have a word with him? It’ll be quick.”

He was still debating before hearing a door open.

“What is going on?”

Diana saw another man coming out from the door. He looks quite taller than her and has a very strong body. And telling of how the old man was making way for him. She knew that this man was their leader.

She just smiled at him and started to bow down a bit. “Dear sir, I’m Diana Lune. And I’ve heard GREAT things about you and your men fighting off the dark creatures of the night. It has caught my great interest in joining with you and the others.”

The man in front of her was looking at this strange woman as he was scanning her.

Diana had stayed calm as she waited for his response.

“......come inside. We’ll discuss it in my office. Anyone can join. Men AND women.”

She smiled at him as she was very grateful. “Of course, sir.”

He nodded at her and walked back inside expecting her to follow.

And soon Diana had followed this man inside before seeing him stopped.

He had turned around to face her. “I’m Geoffrey McCullum. And I hope that we’ll work together nicely.”

The woman only kept smiling as she nodded. “Nice to meet you, McCullum sir. I'm excited to be working with you.”

“Then let’s begin. Shall we?”

To Be Continued…

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Ha! One post a month. Take it my stupid brain! Who is on the top now? Anyway surprise surprise I draw stuff. And those are my oc so I know not so much people will care but I care.

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[theuncannysurgeon]

Muse || Narcissa Willington

Name : Narcissa Saoirse Lumley Willington

Age : +540

Species : Vampire

Sign : Capricorn

Lives : London

Activities : Doctor (Generalist), Surgeon, Hunter

Sexuality : Straight

"As you turn a corner, you come across this hatted figure staring at you, cigar in mouth. It's feminine, tall, and looks terribly menacing, and you say to yourself "what's going to happen to me?" you won't know until you talk to it."

Narcissa is the daughter of an adulteress between her mother, Mary-Sophie, and a lover who was none other than their banker. She always thought that her mother's partner, George Willington, was her genealogical father. In fact, Narcissa has always known money, beautiful houses and dresses, and has never really had to worry about the rest of her life. Especially when she married Andrew Lumley, a vicar of the Church of England, to whom she gave birth to 5 children: Daphne, Catherine, Colin, Luke and Desmond. Narcissa insisted on keeping her maiden name in spite of everything. She did not work.

Of her children, only Daphne and Luke survived the fever and the various hazards of life. It was during a conversation in the King's castle that Narcissa met William McLoad, who served as protector of the crown for a long time. Many people warned the young woman to stay away from him because of his strange appearance. But Narcissa, being a good Protestant Christian, didn't care.

However, a terrible attack occurred in the Lumley home: creatures of the night, devils, wiped out the family, except for Narcissa, who managed to survive. She was bitten and bled to death. She was saved in extremis by William, who gave her some of his own blood because he had no other choice. Alas, she in turn became what she prayed to be protected from. Narcissa would remain beautiful for the rest of her life, 26 years old for eternity. Narcissa became a vampire.

Narcissa, under William's wing, was made aware of her new abilities, but saw no advantage in her condition, as she did not want to live forever. She stopped at doors, didn't go to church, didn't read her Bible, didn't feel anything. Or just the opposite, she wasn't sure. She spent several years like this, before beginning to regain a taste for what she was killing: life. Although she tried to remain 'omnivorous' when it came to her bloodthirsty diet, Narcissa found it hard to resist the thirst for fresh haemoglobin. She isolated herself for a long time, despite her sun collar, despite her training, she just couldn't tolerate it. So, in 1744, she used her powers to find a solution: she studied medicine, impossible for a woman at the time, and also became a surgeon. An art that allowed her to feed, help and be useful to society at the same time. All the while staying locked up as much as possible.

And Narcissa was devilishly talented. She came up with some fresh ideas, despite the prevailing misogyny, and liked the idea of being called Doctor Willington. Despite having witnessed the horrors of disease, death and slavery, Narcissa remained fairly positive about the future.

Narcissa is a young woman of 160 centimetres, so quite small, but not tiny either. She was quite slender in her teens and had very long, wavy hair that made her quite a sight to look at. Later, her body took shape and she became a little curvier. Not least as a result of having children. She currently weighs 59 kilos. She still dresses very soberly and, although she used to be very conservative, she is no longer at all so modest. She is usually seen in her slim-fitting jackets with nothing underneath, and flared trousers with heels, or tight-fitting trousers with hats to hide her face. As a young woman, she wore no make-up until 1900. Today, she still wears thick eyeliner and red, or maroon, lips.

Narcissa wears heels all the time, even in the worst situations. Her vampire appearance is more imposing: the veins around her eyes become visible, her eyes are completely black and only her blue pupils are visible, and she has fangs in her incisors, lower and upper teeth and canines. She often carries her weapons hidden under her jacket, or her sword cane with her. What's more, to the average human who doesn't know that she's a vampire, she appears to have normal eyes (very light blue), but to people of her own kind, or even other supernaturals, she has the piercing blue eyes of a lich.

●She likes liqueur.

●She smokes.

●Her oldest lover was Seth Maggart after the divorce with his wife, Penelope.

●When Nora is in London, or she is in the States, the two see each other quite often.

●She doesn't wear much except white, red, black and dark blue.

●She has a very strong upper-class London accent, like Nora.

●Similar to Nora, she still has a bit of trouble (less than Nora) with modern technology. She owns a Z-flip.

●She smokes 'quality' cigarettes and refuses to smoke anything other than brands she knows.

●She knew Elizabeth I personally and was her doctor.

●She and William are an inseparable duo.

●She has a Rottweiller called Orpheus.

●Her nicknames are : Cissy, Issy, Ari, Nessie, Narci'.

●She drives two cars: a Mercedes EQE and a Cadillac Escalade V, both black. Otherwise she's had vintage cars before. All of them.

●She has ID cards for each era.

●She has a chest size of 38E.

[miausterx0x]

these three back at it again

toby looks a little naked without his goggles or muzzle but forgive me

[sinfulpetgirlrd]

On a Ravens Wing chapter 6 tidbit

Tricky mechanisms, a vampire hideout- fortified, secured. There was no doubt in the wolf’s mind that Toussaint must have been important to the man’s species once upon a time. He desperately wants to ask why that may be, but the hurried and hushed steps leading him into the belly of the beast cautions him otherwise.

Later, always fucking later with this man. The wolf curses as his eyes dance over the vast emptiness of the tower they are descending. The surrounding air was thick with the ghosts of the past. It was suffocating, it was heartbreaking, it made the situation all too real.

How many people lost their lives here? How many were forced to watch as their brothers, sisters, mothers, husbands were bled dry? Did any make it out? The skeletons that sat in long forgotten cells suggested otherwise, but Geralt could hope.

An Icy hand gripping him snaps him from his thoughts as they follow the main hall through rows and rows of cages. Forgive me Geralt, I need to touch something solid and… I can not touch him right now. Even the scent of my blood is too much for him. Petal says as her heartbroken gaze meets his.

He should have been pissed off. The permission he gave her to mentally speak to him was a one time thing. But, seeing the shambling figure of Regis before them— who has to stop to catch breath he doesn’t need— quells any of that anger as he understood the feeling. He, like she, desperately wanted to reach out, wanted to force the already blood high man to reconsider, to find a different means. Hell, he was ready to say fuck it all and let Dettlaff kill again, just so they had more time to find an alternative solution.

But Geralt had given his word that he would see this through… A word that he regretted the moment they stepped into the main chamber, two stories below the earth’s crust.

It appers I am determened to make the whole “i’m going to lock my self in a cage and torture myself” thing as painful as possible. Okay then lol. Rest of the chapter below.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45835249/chapters/117621718

[deunmiu-dessie]

ⅺ▬ ⁽ 𝓋𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒⁾ ¹

part two

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ♡︎ : ₅˖₈ₖ ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎ : slightly edited, talk of past sexual assault ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა ʳᵃʷʳ ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ : i had to split this into two parts! it’s giving very much manhwa vibes!

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎ : your elder half-sister is to be married to the mysterious and supposed tyrannical duke kallisto de ardelean, on word of the emperor. with your sister no longer having her chastity and being scared to lose his daughter, your father, marquis bastian, and your elder half-brother, tommen devise a plan to send you in her stead.

꒰m!vampire₊⊹ afab!reader꒱

 the sound of cutlery grating against one another makes anxiety coil taut within your belly, the emotion mischievously swimming its way upwards to form a burning mordant taste within the base of your throat; bile threatening to ascend and expel from your mouth. your nerves are strung tight like a bow, bending, pulling, hurting- waiting to be disentangled from its stretch; but to no avail. the persistent, uneasy ache pulsing through your veins causes your head to throb and pound uncomfortably - the onset of a migraine looming.

    the clinking of silverware becomes a symphony of discomfort, each scrape, and clatter adding to the cacophony that fills the room. it becomes increasingly difficult to focus on anything else, as the unease consumes your thoughts and senses. the atmosphere feels suffocating, as if the tension in the air is tangible.

  you find yourself longing for a moment of respite, a break from the relentless discomfort. but it eludes you, leaving you trapped in this sea of unease. the storm within you rages on, its intensity growing with each passing second.

      'when will this be over?' you muse sourly, stumbling to hold in a huff of frustration and discomfort; the stinging, scalding gazes of your siblings and attendants are alight with contempt and taunting humor- directed at you. the sensation sends a chill skittering down your backbone, a chill so frigid that goosebumps begin to blanket your skin like a fresh layer of december frost; intricate and icy.

  as you sit there, the weight of their judgment bears down on you, pressing against your chest and making it difficult to breathe. the room seemed to close around you, the walls closing in like a vise, trapping you in a suffocating bubble of scrutiny. the air is heavy with tension, each second ticking by like an eternity, as if time itself had slowed down to magnify your discomfort.

    and you find that removing your eyes from the bowl of lukewarm soup in front of you to meet their disdainful faces, was nigh impossible. unthinkable. so instead you remain fixated on the porcelain dish, undisturbed by the tiny grains of sand scattered at the bottom, swirling lazily in the stew.

 'this again?' you ponder silently, before being startled by the tinkling laughter that fills the room.

     for a fleeting moment, your gaze flickers upward to scan the dining hall at the soft, girlish snickering; finding the venomous eyes of your elder sister staring right back at you. your glossy eyes quickly find solace in the sandy, savory depths of the bowl of soup below you once more. your fingers weaving jointly underneath the table, nails turning pale as the vice grip of your extremities coil, trying to strangle one another. you felt like a rat trapped within a burning bucket with nowhere to go, fated to die-but how badly you wanted to gnaw your way out to freedom.

 "oh my, dear sister, you've hardly touched your food."

  your back molars clench against the tender flesh of your cheek at the attention, your body cowering back into the delicate velvet chair underneath you, praying to be devoured whole. with trembling hands, you nervously rub your dewy palms against the faded blue fabric of your dress, causing it to darken with the touch of moisture. it was as if your very nerves had been set ablaze as you could now feel the disconcerting stare of your father branding the side of your cheek.

your soft but prevalent ebbeton accent cuts through the tense atmosphere like a sharpened blade, the gazes of the room bleeding into your skin.

    "i find myself lacking an appetite this evening," you emit softly, offering a forced smile to your elder sister in an attempt to pacify her. you’re not surprised when aerith’s thin upper lip curls into a snarl, downturned eyes narrowing and eyebrows furrowing. anything that you did; that defied her orders, usually triggered aerith to taunt and beat you. there was no winning when it came to the girl, you had figured that out when you were just a child.

     not expecting your reply, aerith’s narrow upper lip curls into a vexed snarl, downturned eyes tightening and eyebrows drawing near to each other. 'who the hell does she think she is?' a forced, cruel smile encases aerith’s mouth, golden spirals of silken hair dancing over her shoulders as she slants her head in an opposing manner. the blonde is only aggravated further at your curt, almost blank expression. "it'd be a waste for you to not at least take a bite, don't you think?"

  she leaned in closer, her eyes boring into yours, daring you to defy her. the room seemed to grow colder, the atmosphere heavy with tension. aerith knew that she had the upper hand, that she had the ability to make your already hellish life, worse. and she reveled in it. the power she possessed, the control she exerted over others, was intoxicating. she was not one to be underestimated, and she made sure you knew it.

    the intense thrumming of your fearful heart reverberates throughout your body, anxiety substituting the boiling blood surging through your veins. you swallow the orb of tension that's wedged its way into your throat and dig your almond-shaped nails into your thighs, a flimsy smile painted onto your lips. "i simply do not feel hungry tonight, sister," you reply calmly, though your heart pounds in your ears. "surely that is not a crime."

    your sister's eyes narrow, her fury evident in the furrowed lines on her forehead. you can almost taste the outrage, mingling with the metallic tang of fear on your tongue.

"(y/n)."

    you flinch back into your seat at the boisterous sound of your father's voice, a cold sweat beginning to form on your brow, shakily you pick up the rickety spoon, a far cry from the elegant silverware adorning the table. with trembling hands, you cautiously dip the spoon into the soup, the loose pieces of sand giggling at your misery. slowly the spoon ascends to your lips- before three sharp knocks echo throughout the dining hall. every malicious, joyously cruel gaze, flits to the door. your father, never one to be unnerved, dabs at his lips with his napkin and clears his throat. "enter."

    the heavy oak doors are gradually pulled open by two knights who stand guard at opposing ends. the assailant quickly waltzes into the room, his face, pale and drawn, betrays the weight of his duty. beads of sweat trickle down his forehead, glistening like tiny diamonds in the candlelight. his disheveled attire, once pristine and regal, now hangs loosely on his frame, evidence of the tumultuous journey he has endured to reach this moment. settled upon his spindly hand is a slender silver tray, which carries a letter.

“-and what is the cause for you interrupting the household dinner, boy? "

  the man choked back a shuddering breath and with a graceful yet urgent stride, he approaches the grand mahogany table at the center of the room, halting just in front of your father, lowering into a ninety-degree bow and thrusting the salver forward.

     "a letter from the imperial palace..." the boy's tentative voice trails off for a moment, hesitant to declare the rest of the announcement. your father observed the scene with a stoic expression, his piercing gaze fixed upon the man before him, before he rolls his eyes, picking up his utensils once more. "well? out with it then.”

“- it's closed with the emperor's seal, my lord.”

    all respire within the room seemed to come to a standstill, the birds did not dare to chirp and the wind was not brave enough to howl. the silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the faint sound of your father's labored breaths. as the seconds ticked by, the room seems to hold its breath, waiting for marquis bastian to break the silence. finally, your father gently places his utensils aside and swiftly grasps the letter, his fingers trembling with a mixture of anticipation and unease. clearly, some things could unnerve marquis bastian, you thought, as you surreptitiously returned the spoon to its rightful place upon the table.

     popping the seal, your father glides the letter from the envelope delicately, unfurling the piece of paper to allow his eyes to glaze over the contents. yet, with each passing second his eyelids draw back to showcase the whites of his eyes, his fingers digging into the paper with a mix of shock, disbelief, or perhaps even anger. you can't quite discern his emotions. your father, marquis bastian, was a man known for his unwavering composure and unshakeable resolve. his presence alone commanded respect and admiration, and it was a rare sight indeed to witness him unsettled.

   his usually stoic face contorted with a myriad of emotions, his brows furrowing and his lips trembling ever so slightly. the room seemed to grow colder, as if the air itself was affected by his sudden unease. you watched in silence, your heart pounding in your chest, as your father's grip on the letter tightened, his knuckles turning white. the seconds stretched into minutes, and still, your father remained frozen in his chair, his eyes fixed on the damning words before him. 

   tommen, your eldest brother, swallows thickly at father's silence, the hairs on the back of his neck at attention and his leg bouncing nervously underneath the table. "father, what ails you?" marquis bastian was distraught, so much so in fact, that he ran a wrinkling hand down his face, head falling into his open palm. the patriarch of the house clears his throat and sets the paper back onto the tray.

"a-aerith. your engagement has been decided by the emperor."

    tommen's heart sinks at his father's words. your elder sister, forever the oblivious blonde; and incapable of reading the room, beams happily and clasps her hands together, head tilting to the side with a whimsical, distant gaze in her eyes. "oh! who is it, daddy? a duke? a marquis?—" the girl trails off with a gasp and places a soft, small hand over her mouth, her cheeks turning a rosy pink. "could it be the prince?! oh, daddy, say something! who is it?!"

tommen's eyes follow his father's every movement, his own anxiety growing with each passing second. he watches as his father clears his throat, a sign of his struggle to find the right words. your father, still in dismay, doesn't even attempt to soothe aerith as he breaks the news to her, his gaze empty, like a vast, swarthy sea of water without end.

"duke kallisto de ardelean."

 you watch in confusion as her smile slowly fades, her pretty, sparkling jade eyes seem to dull, the vibrant hue that once adorned her rosy cheeks now fades away, leaving behind a pallid complexion that betrays the absence of her usual vivacity.

   the blonde's daze is shattered in an instant as she forcefully pushes herself away from the table, her hands crashing down on the sturdy oak surface, her nails leaving marks. "no! i won't do it, you cannot make me!" your father's lips are set into a thin line and despite aerith looking to him for answers, for hope that only his words can bring, his expression is unreadable; and for a moment, something dark and enraged unfurls within the blonde's stomach, threatening to consume her.

"daddy? say something!"

tommen, always the mediator, attempts to smooth over the situation. "aerith, sit, let father think for a moment— hm?" your eldest brother can't help but add an encouraging whirr at the end of his demand after seeing his sister's frightened gaze; a sight that tugs at his heart agonizingly. aerith reluctantly tumbles into her chair, reddened cheeks cushioned by clammy palms; her nails digging into her scalp worriedly.  "brother, do something."

tommen's jaw ticked in annoyance- frustration. there was no way aerith would survive at duke ardelean's home, particularly because of her licentious behavior and absence of subordination. with aerith's lack of chastity, she was nothing but used, damaged goods— not even a puppet to be utilized. ( she would've been better off marrying a count, someone she could manipulate and break faith with. ) sending her off to kallisto would do nothing but insult the ardelean household and bring disgrace to their family for generations to come. 

    tommen's love for his sister was undeniable, and he couldn't bear to see her endure humiliation or worse. he refused to stand idly by and witness the downfall of his family, the destruction of everything they had worked so hard to build.

   slight motion from his peripheral causes tommen's head to turn slightly in its direction, catching sight of your dingy garments and absence of etiquette. ‘ah, the bastard.' he thought to himself. watching as your back straightens immediately when his viridian-colored gaze flits to your slouched figure. there is a bottomless sea of revulsion whirling like a hurricane within its depths and you grip your right arm tightly, nails digging into your flesh; scarring it with crescent moons, a desperate attempt to maintain composure, to keep yourself afloat in the face of his disdain.

    but despite your best efforts- you seemed to drown. the contempt in tommen's eyes remained unwavering. his judgment was etched into his features, a constant reminder of the vast chasm that separated you. in that moment, you were acutely aware of your place in his world, forever relegated to the outskirts, forever branded as the outsider.

"father, if I may?"

   marquis bastian looks toward his son, lips thinned and face weary. he was without a doubt, lost on what to do the thought of losing his little girl to such a man, made his stomach churn and ache.

tommen drags his gaze away from you and locks eyes with marquis bastian; he's tentative, uncertain if the solution that he's come to would assuage his father. but, he takes a deep breath and explains.

   "aerith has been out of high society for years now, after the incident with count aslan's daughter, and there were only a few witnesses at the happening.” tommen begins gradually, making sure that his father is mindful of every little detail. "truly-she's not even talked about within social circles anymore."

   your father grunts in agreement, shooting a scalding gaze at his immature (but loveable) daughter at the reminder of the mishap. the blonde's pout deepens and she crosses her arms over her chest in childish defiance.

   “duke kallisto has never gone to any social gatherings before and he's been away at the northern border for about the same period, perhaps even longer, with his eldest son joining him only a couple of months ago. he would have no idea who aerith is." marquis bastian's eyebrows furrow deeply, producing wrinkles in-between his thick, graying brows.

    tommen watches as the cogs turns in his father's head. “'it's official only on paper and since duke kallisto has never come to any social setting and no one knows what he looks like, i doubt there will be a public wedding, especially since he's currently at the northern border leading the knights."

marquis bastian's eyes widen and he finds his son's viridian gaze. “are you saying—” tommen nods quickly, leaning back in his seat. “if we send the bastard, they'd be none the wiser."

all eyes narrow on you, calculating and cold, it raises goosebumps on your skin, hinders your breath, and makes you break out in a cold sweat. 

    a small voice inside you yearned to protest, to expose the sheer madness of their 'scheme', warning that it would only lead to the gruesome demise of the entire family for treason. but, what right did you have to speak? you were nothing but a bastard, a child conceived out of unwilling sex, brought into this world by a maid who was promptly cast aside the moment you took your first breath.

   you were raised in the shadows, hidden away from the prying eyes of society, forced to serve the family that had abandoned you. your existence was a constant reminder of their shame, a living testament to their sins. and yet, despite the cruelty and neglect you endured, a flicker of defiance burned within you. but fear held you back. fear of retribution, of being cast out into the cold, unforgiving world. fear of the unknown, of what lay beyond the walls of the only home you had ever known.

you were a mere puppet, a marionette manipulated by the hands of those who saw you as nothing more than a means to an end. your existence was reduced to a tool, easily discarded when it no longer served its purpose. it was a fitting fate, since commoner blood surged through your veins. you were forever destined to be overlooked and discarded.

     lips thinning you watch as your fathers face flushes with the color he lost while reading the letter, no longer tense as he nods his head in agreement with tommen. he lets out a deep hum before locking eyes with his son. “that might just work.” marquis bastian absently strokes his beard before giving a decisive nod. “we’ll have to start the process quickly. with how she is now…” he trails off prompting you to hastily blink back the tears that threaten to spill down your cheeks. 

 “hajorld, send a letter to madame kilsby.” 

  all eyes fix upon aerith as she emits a disbelieving whimper. “daddy! that’s not fair, you promised that madame kilsby would teach me! you swore,”  her voice, sharp and grating, causes marquis bastian’s face to pinch into one of anger. “had you not spread your legs like some common whore, aerith, i would not be forced to take this action."

  aerith's heart sank at her father's accusing words. she had been looking forward to learning from madame kilsby for months, only to have her hopes dashed in an instant. the disappointment was palpable in the air as she struggled to hold back tears, her rose-tinted lips pressing together as she slumps back in her seat. your father sighs deeply and picks back up his cutlery. “may the gods have mercy on us."

"chin up!"

    you wince softly at the abrupt pain that blooms bitterly across your calf, the skin puckering and swollen from the harsh, periodic whipping of madame kilsby. stiffly your chin lifts upwards. the heavy books that make a home on the top of your head for the time being, quiver- as if they are walking bare within the frigid december air; waiting to topple. 

     her aging hand presses deftly into your lower back, fixing your posture once more with a soft hum, assessing, watching. she observes as you prance forward, wobbly within your heels but nonetheless ideal, given the time frame in which your lessons had begun.

"to me."

   as gracefully as you can, you turn to face madame kilsby in all her beautiful glory and for the second time this lesson, your breath catches briefly in your throat. you gaze at her shamelessly, taking in her red tresses, which like a dancing flame, curl atop her head; her green eyes, the color of luscious green forests, are deep, enchanting, and dangerous.

    the smell of her perfume is sweet (but not too much so) and floral, with just a whiff of spice she is a woman to behold, and you do so often. with a barely-there breath, you walk back towards her, feet aching within the shoes given to you. if your form is off, it doesn't show on her face. you come to a stop in front of madame kilsby and she locks gazes with you, the corners of her mouth curl up, she's pleased— it makes her all the more inviting.

"good y/n, i'm impressed."

  an apprehensive smile caresses your lips, brightening your typical apathetic beauty, and madame kilsby, finds you charming even more so. the older woman clears her throat softly and gently removes the hefty books from the top of your head, setting them onto the table next to her with a thump.etiquette and most other teachings usually are taught to children at a young age; that way it evolves almost into a second nature for them. since you were born out of wedlock and worst of all to a maid, a woman of no noble origin- you had been cast aside, as there was no need for a bastard to learn anything.

     madame kilsby had been reluctant to teach you, the first couple of days you could perceive her ridicule, her apprehension. yet, just as quickly as it came, it went, the hostility, the backhanded compliments, every scornful thing she had done while teaching you the first three days, seemed irrelevant. 

  you, she concluded, are her most promising student. you heed her words, obey, and watch diligently. you emulate, take, and evolve her teachings to fit your technique. your unwavering, confident blank gaze and features add to the feminine, mysterious ambiance that seems to encompass you. seeing you take shape had been breathtaking for madame kilsby. 

     she had never seen such rapid progress in a student before, especially one who had been deemed unworthy of her teachings. your determination and quick wit impressed her, and she found herself looking forward to each lesson with you.

   "there is nothing left for me to teach you now. as you've soaked up every bit of knowledge that i could provide. and beautifully so." the curvature of your lips pull downward, and madame kilsby watches as your features return back to their typical apathetic look.

'i have two days left before being shipped off to duke ardelean's home.’ you think sourly,briefly escaping your anxious musings to offer a distracted smile towards madame kilsby. "thank you, truly."

     the woman inclines her head and gently rests a hand upon your cheek. "let me know if there's anything i can do for you, child, if it's within my power to do so, it will be done."

   'would it be wrong to ask her to stab me with a knife? probably.' and just like that, in two days, you would be shipped off to your death.

two days later

  the ride to the ardelean estate is hell on wheels, you believe. your body is sore from your unduly tense posture, and your bum aches continually at every hobble and wobble of the carriage, it doesn't help that the corset that you had been forced into (and not delicately either) makes it all the harder to draw breath. 

  the carriage had been riding all day to get to the estate on time, a staggering eleven-hour ride- where you most definitely couldn't get any rest even if you had tried. it feels like an eternity before the carriage pulls to a stop. 

"my lady, we're here." 

    your nerves are scorched, set ablaze with fear and unease and it engulfs your body in a flame so searing that you find yourself airing your face. the door opens slowly and you swallow down the squeal of dread that tries to claw its way out of your throat, you place your hands comfortably on your lap, back straightening despite the sting of pain it brings and face blanking.

    a large palm facing upwards comes into your peripheral and you place your own gloved hand into it, stepping out of the carriage door, on a stepping stool, and finally onto the gravel. your eyes adjust to the brightness of outside before the estate comes into focus, and it's enormous, your breath catches in your throat at the sight of it. the structure is beautiful in its own haunted way.

   "welcome to the ardelean estate, lady fureio." 

    the monotonous chorus of voices surprises you, your body jolting softly, it leaves your heart to thump laboriously in your chest; eyes finally narrowing in on the attendants of the estate, the head maid and butler stand front and center, eyes cordial and seemingly all-knowing. 

   your smile is small, reluctant— yet warm nonetheless, you tip your head downwards in greeting, swallowing thickly, palms beginning to moisten and skin warming at your nervousness. "thank you." 

  a smile brightens the head maids face, her plump but sagging cheeks flushing a soft, lovely hue of red. "my name is esmerelda, i will escort you inside my lady, to get you settled in." she watches with rapt attention as you exhale shakily, nodding, "that would be great esmerelda, thank you."

   her countenance swiftly adopts a stern expression as she directs her attention to the two knights positioned behind her. if they have a problem with carrying your luggage, it remains imperceptible upon their visage. without hesitation, they proceed to retrieve your possessions from the rear of the carriage and carefully carry them into the grand estate ahead, their armor clanking softly with each step.

   you don't own many thing, only a few dresses (which weren't much to look at) a singular pair of worn shoes, and a couple of hairpieces that were fraying at their ends. while marquis bastian had paid for your etiquette lessons and other teachings— he was adamant about not spending much else after that. which was quite foolish of him now that you thought back to it.

    the woman watches them intently, her eyes sharp. as the knights disappear into the castle, the woman turns back to you with a slight nod of approval. "they will ensure your belongings are safely stored in your chambers," she says, her voice firm but not unkind. 

   you offer a gentle smile and a slight nod, gracefully aligning yourself with her stride as she beckons you to accompany her into the estate. she trails in front of you slightly, as you two walk past the maids stationed outside for your welcoming. 

 "where is the little lord?"

 "i couldn't find him this morning."

 "young master calix skipped sword training as well."

 esmerelda's stern gaze quickly has them hushed, their chins tucking against their chests pitifully, your lips purse softly as you comb through your head for lost details on the ardelean household, following slowly behind esmerelda.

    kallisto de ardelean is a father to three boys, the eldest son: azur, who recently turned seventeen, joined kallisto a couple of months back at the frontier to help with the north's demon subjugation. he, along with kallisto, wouldn't be home for a while.

   atreyu, kallisto's fifteen-year-old middle child is learning at the academy and finishing up his second year. and because winter is coming, atreyu's company would be expected in a couple of weeks from now.

    you pause momentarily in your thoughts. not much is known about kallosto's last son, as he is too young to participate in any social gatherings, and too young for the academy, not even his name is known, well, you supposed now that you knew it. 

calix de ardelean.

 "it's been a long ride has it not? shall i have a bath drawn for you?"

    you were exhausted, eyes laden, and breath slightly shallow from the ill-fitting corset that adorned your figure. you wanted to sleep, needed it even; yet the prospect of a warm bath followed by donning a comfortable nightgown seemed even more appealing.

   “that’d be perfect esmerelda, thank you.” you can hear the smile in her voice as she responds back to you. “of course, my lady.” 

     the two of you make your way through a corridor after a long trek up a flight of stairs, it’s adorned with paintings. they're eerie yet exquisite; gloomy and desolate. the paintings seem to come alive as you walk past them, their eyes following your every move. the brushstrokes are so vivid and lifelike that you can almost feel the emotions emanating from the canvas. it's as if the artists poured their souls into each piece, leaving a lingering presence that sends shivers down your spine. the colors are so vibrant and the details so intricate that it's hard to believe they were created by mere human hands. 

   however, one catches your gaze, steals your breath away even—  as if time stands still as you lock eyes with the portrait.

“who is he?” 

   your mouth opens before you can dissuade yourself and esmerelda turns to face you, watching as you shamelessly gaze deeply at the painting, lips parted and almost breathless. you're not sure how the painter is able to capture the aura that surrounds the man perfectly— but they do and it's monarchial... terrifying. 

    his tresses are long and ebony; framing his face delicately, his lips are ruby in color- inviting; and his skin is pale as porcelain. the man's eyes are the color of freshly spilled blood, they gleam with an all-knowingness that warms your skin and strips you bare. you find it almost impossible to drag your gaze away from the painting, he's quite literally the most beautiful man you have ever seen.

  "that is duke kallisto, my lady." 

   you whip around to face her, eyebrows furrowing and heart thumping desperately within your chest, nearly pounding out of your ribcage, your ebbeton accent thickens as you speak, a look of clear disbelief in your eyes. "truly?" when she nods in confirmation you step forward and touch the portraits golden frame, trailing your fingers lower to trace over the cursive letters of duke kallisto's name. realizing how peculiar you must look, you quickly pull your hand to your chest; face warming in embarrassment.

 “shall we get going?”

ardelean estate

        the next day

calix de ardelean was a curious child. 

 his transgressions usually got him into trouble with his father more times than headmaid esmerelda had been able to count on both hands— though, that never truthfully seemed to stop calix, not for long anyway, especially since kallisto is reminded often of his late wife whenever he sees that playful glint within calix's ruby-red eyes, and folds almost immediately.     

     sometimes calix's childlike antics were simply disregarded by kallisto because the boy was just a child. a child who had never gotten to meet his mother, a child who lacked the maternal love that his elder siblings grew up with. kallisto could not be irate with his baby boy, no matter what he did.

   so it’s not surprising that calix is currently skipping sword practice. not that he despised it in any way, truly it was his favorite thing as it helped past time as he waited for his father to come back from the northern borders. 

  he hadn't been told about the marriage, only deduced it after catching wind of the rumors from the maids. he was curious, perhaps even a bit scared, he didn't like change. he would chase her out no matter what, before his father could come home. 

  now, to search for the woman who infiltrated his h- 

"ahem, young master calix- enough of these childish games."

     the boy jumps, startled by sir. fjord's deep timbre. without a word, calix quickly takes off down the hallway with a bellowing, tinkering laugh. his cheeks are flushed the cutest shade of red and his obsidian hair is ruffled at the top of his head. 

     glancing over his shoulder to look for the man, calix rounds a corner and immediately bumps into a soft, thick fabric, that sends him crashing butt-first to the carpeted flooring, hands burning. the boy whines softly and pouts, gazing up and up until he locks eyes with a woman. 

pretty. 

   with a worried frown, the woman lowers down in front of him, she smells of honey sickle and sugared lavender and it has warmth unfurling languidly within his tummy, turning him to mush underneath her soft, amused gaze.      

     "you must be calix." he nods slowly, unable to look away from her observant- filled eyes, she smiles brightly, it's welcoming and genuine. "my name is aerith fureio." 

    her fuller lips pull downward as she notices the redness that envelopes calix's hand, she reaches forward to grasp his wrist softly, angling it so that his palm faces upwards to her gaze, a nervous gasp expels from calix's lips, he's surprised to feel that ‘aerith's’ hands are slightly calloused. though from azur's teachings, a woman of noble birth never does domestic work, that's what maids are for. 

    it was difficult for women to comprehend how to wield a sword and so they weren't taught to do so. instead, they lived a life where they needn't lift a pinky. 

  so why were such warm and delicate hands, bruised as if she'd been working? 

    "you'll need some ointment for your palms." aerith glances over her shoulder to a maid who stands nearby with widened eyes. "lily, could you please?" 

    calix glances at the maid whom he hadn't noticed, too caught up in the woman in front of him. he glared at her viciously, watching as she scampered away with a small squeal. "yes, my lady!" 

   calix quickly snatches his hand from the woman and clutches it to his chest, round eyes scowling at her. 'aerith' chuckles soft and low, resting her elbow against her thigh and laying her cheek on her palm— gazing at the boy. he shuffles backwards away from her.

     "you're that lady that moved in yesterday, huh?" his gaze is sharp and unwelcoming but the woman in front of him seems to brighten at the sound of his sweet voice. she inclines her head in affirmation, it's surprisingly elegant in calix's eyes. "i am."

   it's a simple answer, not one he's expecting but it makes his heart beat fiercely. 

  the boy finds that the ire he once held for this unknown woman slowly starts to fade away, no matter how hard he wills it to remain. her eyes are like pools of warmth that beckon him to swim within them and her smile is small, but genuine- and calix swears that it's the first one that he's seen outside of his family.

    he opens his mouth to say something but there is nothing. 'aerith', seeing him struggle, cocks her head to the right and lets out a soft hum. 

  “say, i've had a hard time figuring out these halls, i just keep getting lost no matter what i do." she trails off in faux hesitancy and watches as his face lights up slowly but surely. the boy clears his throat and toots his nose up in a haughty manner, a smug smirk hugging his lips, calix finds that though her accent is unfamiliar and slightly heavy, it's not unpleasant to hear.

    "i suppose i'll give you a tour, no need to beg." calix scrambles to his feet, fixing his clothing. “i'll visit you early tomorrow morning, be ready!" before she can say anything else, the boy is off, running through the halls once more. 

"my lady? where has the little lord gone?" 

  smiling, you stand from your crouched position and turn to face your personal maid. "it seems he's run off. have the balm sent to his quarters when you have the chance."    

     lily nods and follows dutifully after you. "shall i show you around tomorrow then my lady?" you place a hand over your mouth to stifle your small laughter. "worry not lily, it seems i've reserved a guide."