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* 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄 ╱ 𝕊𝕆𝕌𝕃 ,
𝘴𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘣𝘫𝘰̈𝘳𝘯𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘺, 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤𝕙𝕢
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hybridsong·:
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐍 her lungs as his arms wrap around her simply because it made her realize just how long it had truly been without his touch. it was no wonder she was so serious all the time. the small framed hybrid rests her head against his chest gaze fluttering shut as his lips pressed against her forehead. the words he utters further adding to the comfort his scent and touch were bringing her. silence overtook her as feet left the ground, delicate touch tightening as he left the main floor - now in a private area. hazel gaze finds his own once more, tender smile settling on doll like features and she nods in agreement.
❝ as well as five hundred years can treat me. ❞ the hybrid admits softly. five hundred agonizing years. ❝ i… went to every witch i heard of just looking for someone to help. ❞ she admits with a sheepish shrug. and then her hand finds his cheek again. she’s afraid that she’s finally hit rock bottom and that he’s simply a figment of her desperate imagination. sofia knew she missed him enough to hallucinate him but the fact that she could feel him… that was enough to convince her that she hadn’t completely lost it. ❝ i cannot believe you’re really here. ❞
IT MIGHT HAVE been the sense of vulnerability in her tone, or just the very thought of sofia facing whatever explosive and exhausting repercussions occurred after the induced slumber without him, or maybe even perhaps a combination of the two. whatever it was, sveinn felt an odd tightening sensation in his chest that only the hybrid seemed capable of triggering. “ my love, there’s no doubt in my mind that you did your best. more than most would do. ” his voice was low, though he spoke gently, blue hues never once leaving her angelic features as he leaned his cheek into her touch. the level of adoration he held for her was incomparable, which was completely unorthodox for such a barbaric monster to cherish another being outside of his siblings. sofia, though, had always been the exception. it went as far back as when they first met, accidentally crossing paths when she was just a pup in his eyes, before his brother turned her years later, and the rest was history. if anyone was to help him preserve even a sliver of humanity after all these years, it was her.
“ you can’t ? well, i understand i could be considered dreamy and all, but ... ” there’s a fleeting mischievous spark to his eye, amusement evident in the smirk that tugs up the corner of his mouth, though it doesn’t last long. carefully, his head turns, just enough in order for his lips to make contact with the palm of sofia’s hand. slow, deliberate kisses are pressed to her skin, moving up to her wrist ( purposely seeking out the pulse point ) and a few dabbed over her inner forearm. his hand lifts and finds her chin, fingers propped beneath to tilt her head up for his final plan of attack. dipping his head down to meet her lips with his own, he initiates the kiss, tenderly to start. the passion and infinite love svienn has for her eventually pours into it, though, and after a moment, he wills himself to pull back, jaw clenched as a coping means to keep himself from losing what little control he has with her. “ is that enough to prove i’m not an illusion ? ”
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CREEK’S BAR AND GRILL was, without a doubt, colton’s favorite joint out of the handful of places the town offered for entertainment. while some shady characters sometimes wandered in through the doors, the cheap drinks and tasty food was what kept him a loyal and faithful customer. it seemed mostly everyone else was friendly enough there too, and he generally found himself mixed up in conversation with a stranger, without any recollection of how the exchange even started. “ listen, i’m serious, ” he spoke in between bites of his burger and a swig of his beer, “ capcom’s making bank with all these resident evil remakes, why wouldn’t they remake dino crisis too ? they’d be stupid not to, i’m tellin’ ya. ” eyebrows rose slightly as he watched the blonde drink whatever it was she’d ordered as if it was water. he hadn’t really taken notice how much she’d been consuming, too focused on his meal and video games. typical. “ jesus, you can really pound ‘em back, huh ? ”
“Dude, I’m telling you right now how unlikely that is gonna be, but go nuts” Vee replied laughing as she took another drink from the bar and drank it back nearly as quickly as she got it. To be entirely honest she was unsure what she was debating about with the other person, but it was enough activity to drown out the way her brain liked to do it’s usually thing when it got too quiet. “ Okay sorry, wait I totally forgot what we were talking about. That song has been super distracting the last thirty seconds. “
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❝ PASSION IS A FLAME THAT BURNS TO ITS OWN DESTRUCTION . ❞
❛❛ pinterest + spotify . ❜❜ ― ◜ ❏ . ― the echo through a sleepy town of a basketball being dribbled against pavement . cold beer on a warm summer’s night , surrounded by family and friends . a worn out journal tucked under a mattress for safe keeping , documenting every thought and feeling . ignorance is bliss . ― ✎penned by desiree .
BASIC ▸
full name: colton jacob hartley
age: 21 years old
date of birth: may 12, 1998
occupation: student at briar creek university
species: human
language(s) spoken: english, broken spanish, broken french
hair color: brown
eye color: blue
notable scars or tattoos: multiple scrapes, bruises, small scars from rough play & basketball ; freckles sparsely covering his face, back, chest and arms
INTERIOR ▸
2 positive traits: altruistic + resilient
2 negative traits: broody + inquisitive
likes: basketball, his friends, writing, beer, fishing, family barbecues, video games, his old truck
dislikes: math, study sessions, supernatural lore
habits: licking or chewing his bottom lip when feeling anxious
FAMILY ▸
father: michael hartley
mother: cynthia ( nee benson ) hartley
siblings: emma ( nee hartley ) davis
BIO ▸
first thing’s first, homeboy is completely naive to the existence of supernaturals. he’s heard countless folklore and “this happened to a friend of a friend of mine” stories, but he doesn’t believe in any of it; it’s all fairy tale shit to to him. so, it’ll be fun when he catches something by chance ( or somebody decides to show him something ) and starts to think he’s losing his mind.
the youngest of the hartleys, and the only son, colton was the golden child of michael and cynthia. while emma received the brunt of their parenting techniques and strict laws, considering she was their only daughter and the eldest, colton received the opposite. he could do no wrong in their eyes. so, of course, this treatment left him acting as a little shit during his childhood. considering he was able to get away with almost everything without even a slap on the wrist, he did just about everything a kid shouldn’t do but does anyway. stealing liquor from his parents’ pantry, sneaking his dad’s cigars, dabbling in natural drugs, and just generally wreaking havoc throughout briar creek with his buddies.
however, he grew up to be a fine young man. respectable, courteous, hardworking. what flipped the switch was one of his friends’ unfortunate death during their senior year of high school. suicide was the cause released to the public with very little other information, though it was rumored something more sinister took place; a murder. colton couldn’t imagine a coldblooded killer living among them in their quiet, little town. but he also couldn’t imagine why his friend would suddenly take their own life, out of the blue.
fast forward four years and colton’s now in his junior year at briar creek university, majoring in literature and minoring in education with plans of either breaking out as a young author or becoming a teacher. he’s always enjoyed writing and reading, and excelled in all of his language arts classes during high school. however in the meantime, during the summer breaks in between each year of his studies, he works as a fisherman down at the harbor with his dad.
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hybridsong·:
𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓, it is as though she’s unable to breathe. a feeling he often bestowed upon her. and then she smiles, a genuine bright smile before her bottom lip is brought captive between her teeth. there hadn’t been a moment where she hadn’t felt his absence. it was strange to her just how deeply she felt for him. loss was no stranger to her and neither was love. she’d been in love once but never like this. sveinn björnsson had redefined the word and its very meaning. well, at least to her. he had claimed her heart the very moment they crossed paths… she was younger then and she hadn’t even known it. but life had a funny way of playing out - five years later his brother had turned her, reuniting their paths.
of course she had missed him. sofia had missed him with every last cell in her body. ❝ so much. ❞ there’s a slow breath inhaled as his touch leaves her, hazel hues flickering over to her hand that was now pressed against his cheek. allowing her palm to remain there for a moment longer. until, she cannot help herself and instead wraps her arms around his shoulders. her movements are quick and, yet again, familiar. lithe frame is pressing against his gingerly, fitting against him comfortably. ❝ tu m'as manqué. ❞ you have been missing from me. the french way of saying i missed you, never as true as now… she was sure of it.
STRONG ARMS ENVELOPE the brunette, slowly, after she all but threw herself onto him. while it seemed like they had only been together just the day before, thanks to the indefinite curse of slumber, sveinn recognized that it had actually been a lot longer and sofia was the one to suffer the brunt of their separation. so, he just held her. to have been kept apart for centuries, it was something he figured she needed, to start. a gentle squeeze of his arms was given to hold her securely against his much taller frame, head dipping just enough to press a chaste kiss against her temple, before whispering against her skin: “ plus jamais. ” never again; a promise he intended to keep.
icy blues lifted after a moment, feeling vulnerable and unwilling to share anymore of this tender moment with the public eye, even at his own business. “ hold on, ” he instructed, straightening his posture while simultaneously lifting her up from the floor. in an instant much too fast for the mundane eye, much like before, he’d carried her back up to his temporary office for the evening; the VIP lounge with restricted access to the björnsson family and company. within the enclosed space above the hectic crowds, all noise was muffled, leaving him to be fully attentive to sofia. “ much better. ” a deep breath was released, as was his hold around her, pulling back to lock her gaze with his own. “ now, tell me. have you been treated well in my absence ? ”
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blairlykosson·:
blair couldn’t help but feel amused at the situation in front of her. meeting his eyes with a gaze of her own, a small smirk formed on her face. she wasn’t fearful, no. fear had no place in the blonde’s life, perhaps because she thought very highly of herself. “who says the wolf is coming out tonight? besides, there’s no reason not be fashionable.”
her reason for visiting? unknown. perhaps she simply wanting to welcome one of the bjornsson’s back into town. blair was no savage. she had no intentions of hurting anyone, unless it was neccessary. but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have her own fun. “i could ask you the same.” letting out another laugh at his cool tone, she didn’t let her eyes stray from his. “you know… i thought getting all that sleep would have made you a little more attractive, but, you look exactly the same. what a shame.”
IF THERE HAD been a plan of attack, surely it would’ve sprung by now. there was no sense of danger felt by the towering vampire, though his long held distrust in the blonde’s family was what kept his inner conscious on edge. “ why would you ? we own the night. spotting a vampire when the sun’s gone, it’s not exactly a far-fetched occurrence. ” blue hues narrow slightly, though wry lips finally twitch to form a smirk of his own, clearly finding some sense of twisted entertainment. “ what’s really shameful is your deteriorating vision, old girl. but fortunately, whether you find me attractive or not, i don’t make a habit of soiling my bed with smelly things. ”
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hybridsong·:
𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐀 had seen the originals post slumber and yet… while she had been grateful for the awakening of her sire - the once familiar knot in her stomach proved to betray her own sentiments upon the absence of another. there, along with the knot, a sense of uneasiness had settled and her heart had twisted much like the first day he began his five hundred and three weeks of rest. she was afraid he had left, for a moment alone. that is, until the all too familiar scent lingered in the mansion. and then through town. they kept missing each other and it absolutely tore at her. what felt like a whole other century, in reality had been a day and yet, her patience thinned. surely she had spent far too much time without him and she would be damned if another day was added.
naturally, she had taken to the tracking of the very scent that all but made her toes curl ( her absolute favorite fragrance and she would wear it every day if she could ). lithe frame stood in the main floor of the vortex, steps slow as focused hues darted around her surroundings. of course, he would beat her to it… he always had. there was a falter in her heartbeat and she was sure he had heart it. still, hazel optics greedily took in his features. not that she had to memorize them, they were already engraved in her thoughts, heart and… well, her soul. it was clear, with her own small hand reaching to trace a delicate fingertip over his jawline that they had both been meaning to spare an innocent touch. ❝ sveinn. ❞ it’s all she can muster in the moment, voice soft and hushed as she unconsciously rests the side of her head against his own hand.
IF HE HAD a heartbeat, he was sure it would be pummeling against his rib cage to burst out of his chest at any given moment during this particular reunion. while he wasn’t entirely sure of exactly how long he and his siblings had been laid to slumber, he could tell it must have been at least a couple centuries — based on the cultural evolution of the world, and sofia’s reaction to his sudden appearance. shoulders, squared in the company of literally anyone other than the hybrid who stood before him, slump just a touch, subdued by her finger gingerly tracing along his jaw. and in turn, his hand cradles the side of her head, thumb ghosting across her velvet soft cheek.
“ you’ve missed me, ” an anecdote obvious to anyone with a set of good eyes, but the adoration underlying his tone of voice was more of a reassurance to himself that the undeniable connection between the two remained without falter. as it did more often than not when around sofia, his demeanor softened. the hand that once cradled her face slowly retracted, seeking out the smaller hand of her own at his jaw to pull in closer, flat against his cheek. her warmth against the natural cool of his pale skin was always a means to sooth his manic nerves. “ i’m sorry i kept you waiting. ”
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blair wouldn’t say she hated the bjornsson‘s, it was more so that they once shared a mutual distaste for each other, and that each had hurt the other in a way beyond forgiveness, but still, she could be cordial, even if something told her the other party likely didn’t feel the same. rolling her eyes at his words, she stepped towards him, “if i was trying to be quiet, i wouldn’t have worn heels.” letting out a chuckle, blair knew him comment about her scent was the furthest thing from a compliment, but it didn’t stop her from taking it as one. “thank you.”
AN ACCIDENTAL MEETING with a lykonsson had been the very least of his concerns, especially after resting for however many centuries had passed. however, the strong scent of a werewolf couldn’t go ignored, and as sveinn watched the blonde step out from the shadows, closer, he didn’t budge. merely arched a dark eyebrow at her confession. “ unless i’ve been severely misinformed, i didn’t think heels were a necessity for a wolf in the woods. ”
a humorless huff of air emanated from his lungs, directed toward her faux gratitude. his demeanor was as nonchalant as ever, this much was true, as he fully humored the entirety of this exchange, but sveinn never once took his eyes off of her. alone in the reserve, meeting face to face with a breed created solely for the purpose of destroying his family, he had no idea what her intentions were and he wasn’t about to let his guard down. “ a little late to be out for a midnight stroll, isn’t it ? ”
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hybrid-heartbreaker·:
Vee shrugged her shoulders as she was caught in her tracks before making contact with the Bjornsson. Despite all the pain she felt and had caused over the years, Vee never once associated the family that created her with any of the bad. It was always a means to an end and that was just how she operated. The blonde hybrid let out a dry laugh at having been caught. “If it helps me save face, I am completely incapable of being quiet right now. “ She noted while noting that the belt to her leather jacket made her sound like a wind chime when she walked. “Yeah well can’t do anything about that. Honestly, man I was just passing through. Can’t stand silence and yet here I am on a walk. “ She mused
“ SHAME. YOU MIGHT have been able to pounce without detection. ” there’s a distinct playfulness blanketing his tone, chosen words intended to poke at her, all out of harmless fun. “ can’t stand silence, and yet you chose the most secluded area of briar creek to waltz through, yes. interesting. ” eyeing the blonde across from where he stood while simultaneously coming to terms with the fact the intrusion proved to be without threat, sveinn leaned a shoulder against one of the thick trees surrounding them. finally, giving a click of his tongue, he continued. “ well, if you have somewhere to be, don’t let me keep you. wouldn’t want to get you into any trouble. ”
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It was a quiet night, the breeze stirring the vampire’s hair, making it float like lines of gold. Her eletric blue eyes gazing the stars as her mind wandered free. A male voice broke the silence as she turned around to face the figure, “Why be quiet when we’re the danger hide in the dark?” a smirk appearing in the corner of her rose lips, “Thought that after so long knowing my perfume you could easily identify my presence”
HER VERY PRESENCE was irrefutably familiar; he should’ve known it was her, though perhaps there was another still lingering in the air, one he yet had the pleasure of acquainting. nevertheless, sveinn chose to focus on his newly acquired company. “ are we ? ” mirroring her smirk, one of his own makes an appearance, tugging back the corners of his mouth. “ i can’t imagine why, being the only faithful keepers of peace. but i suppose that’s all come to an end now, considering they’ve recklessly forced our hand. ”
with his hands loosely held behind his back, sveinn sauntered around the enclosed space, amusement cl/early etched across his otherwise somber features at her subtle accusation. “ my sincerest apologizes, darling. seems i’m still waking up from that prolonged ... cat nap. ” a playful twinkle streaks briefly across attentive hues, his head tilting slightly to one side. “ but what a privilege it is, delilah. tell me, how have you been managing all these years ? i’m sure you must be thrilled to be reunited with vali. ”
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“Believe me, dear brother, if I was seeking discretion you would be dead by now.” He had no intention on hiding from any of his siblings. Far be it too futile to do so anyways. Considering their masterful senses, and the fact that each one of them knew the other’s scent like it was their own. “Perhaps I should pick a different aftershave.” Baldr gleamed in the moonlight. Cigarette already being placed between the soft bed of his lips as he looked to Sveinn with contemplation. “I’ve come to give word. Your sister is on my ass about a family dinner. Insisting we all must be in attendance.”
MOONLIGHT WASHED OVER pale skin of his cheek as sveinn turned to properly greet his brother, wry lips slowly pulling back to form a familiar smirk. “ is that what you would’ve done with me ? well, that’s not a very picturesque reunion, now is it. ” through all the poking and games, he was well aware that the bond shared between the siblings was strong enough to ensure a fierce loyalty no other could compare. and for that, the original vampire was eternally grateful.
" of course she is, we only just slept for centuries in the ground together. but if it’s a family dinner she wants, suppose we shouldn’t keep her waiting. ” and sveinn would never. despite his heedlessly spent way of living, he knew better than to disregard their eldest sister’s requests. she’d been more of a parental figure to him than either of their father ever had been, not to mention her wrath seemed almost worse than anything bjorn would’ve done to them. so with a last wistful glance toward the shadows of the forest, he released a steady breath and turned to join baldr. “ so, what delicacies are on the menu tonight ? fishermen, vikings, apostates ? ”
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#* 𝙘 . 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙮 ╱ visage .#* 𝙘 . 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙮 ╱ musings .#* 𝙘 . 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙮 ╱ replies .#* 𝙘 . 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙮 ╱ starters .#* 𝙘 . 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙮 ╱ intro .#* 𝙘 . 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙮 ╱ memes .#* 𝙘 . 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙮 ╱ desired .#* 𝙘 . 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙮 ╱ events .#* 𝙘 . 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙮 ╱ tasks .
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MUCH TO SVEINN’S DELIGHT , the vortex — a club he’d quickly established to bring about a more dynamic nightlife to briar creek — seemed to be flourishing. currently perched up in a closed off balcony, reserved only for the bjornssons and company, the towering vampire was overseeing this week’s revenue, until his heightened senses picked up on something, or someone, exquisitely familiar. in an instant far too quick for the public eye to catch, the balcony was abandoned with papers strewn all over the table, and sveinn's new location was on the main floor, stalking the bar and foyer until icy blues pinpointed the source of his frantic search.
“ sofia. i can’t imagine what shenanigans could possibly have lead you here, of all places. ” in a second, flat, he was at her side, a poised disposition overshadowing the brief anxious spell prior. while maintaining control was something he took great pride in, even sveinn had weaknesses he couldn’t deny and without the slightest bit of hesitation, a hand raised to brush a few strands of brown hair, gingerly tucking them behind her ear. “ we really should stop running into each other like this. people might get the wrong idea. ”
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FIVE HUNDERED YEARS had passed and yet he still felt the exact same, albeit a little hungry. of course the vast difference in culture was shocking all on it’s own, how far humanity had stretched with ease during his indefinite slumber. instead of setting off on an absolute rampage, as he was sure at least one of siblings had done, sveinn chose to somberly collect his thoughts at the edge of briar creek’s preserve. it was only a matter of time, however, until his isolation was interrupted.
“ if you’re trying to be quiet, it’s a fruitless attempt. ” he finally uttered, low voice breaking through the otherwise peaceful silence blanketing the forest. blue eyes darted along the trees before coming to an abrupt halt, pinpointing his intruder. “ not to mention your scent carries from a mile away. ”
#bc.start#* 𝙨 . 𝙗𝙟𝙤̈𝙧𝙣𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙣 ╱ starters .#this is ..... awful but its 3am let me live#also feel free to assume connections !!
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even monsters have something they want to protect.
and they’d kill to keep them safe.
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❝ I'VE BEEN CONDEMNED TO HELL , AND SO . . . HELL I SHALL REIGN . ❞
❛❛ pinterest + spotify . ❜❜ ― ◜ ❏ . ― chin dripping with blood, bearing a twisted grin . agonizing pain masked by a devilish disposition . blood-curdling screams muffled by loud music . eternal dissatisfaction, always seeking something more . ― ✎penned by desiree .
BASIC ▸
full name: sveinn björnsson
age: appears 30, actually over 1000
date of birth: november 5, 989 A.D.
occupation: owner of the vortex club
species: original vampire
language(s) spoken: old norse, english, german, french
hair color: brown
eye color: blue
notable scars or tattoos: none
INTERIOR ▸
2 positive traits: debonair + eloquent
2 negative traits: barbaric + sarcastic
likes: his siblings, human blood, seducing / playing with his victims, raging parties, loud music, inducing fear
dislikes: the lykossons, religion, his family being threatened
habits: clenching his jaw when deep in thought
FAMILY ▸
father: bjorn ( deceased )
mother: helga ( deceased )
siblings: artemisia, vali, baldr, the twins, eerika, gyda ( deceased )
BIO ▸
born the middle child into a large family and being the second youngest son, sveinn was hardly the apple of his parents’ eyes. in fact, most of his successes were brushed aside in favor of the eldest and youngest, which was the main reasoning behind his devilish deposition growing up; all the boy ever craved was attention, any sort of attention, whether good or bad.
rather than focus on anything productive, he developed troublesome qualities, seducing and bedding the young maidens of their village, and quickly garnered a reputation for being the more mischievous out of the björnsson siblings, much to their father’s dismay. however, it seemed his purpose in this world would finally be revealed in a twist of fate during the night of the blood moon.
being cursed to roam across the earth for all eternity was hardly anything to dwell over; sveinn actually fully embraced the newly acquired strengths and abilities, along with the idea of having his siblings at his side through it all. being cursed to feed off of human blood for all eternity, however, wasn’t as appeasing.
the fact that their father wanted to use them as tools in his war also didn’t settle very well with sveinn, and losing their youngest sibling caused a boiling hatred to seethe from troublemaker, unleashing a fury unlike anything he’d ever been capable of before. despite his otherwise careless demeanor, he cared deeply about his siblings and was fiercely protective over each and every one of them. so to have lost the baby of the björnssons, the damage was irreversible, in his eyes.
life as a vampire proved to be a lot more inconvenient than he’d initially perceived it to be. the constant lust and desire for blood was enough to drive even the strongest insane. it took sveinn some time to adjust and learn to keep his urges under control. his trust was spread very thinly, only planted among his siblings and leaving very little to spare for anyone outside of their family. so it wasn’t a surprise that he’d always had his doubts over this truce between all species. his doubt was proven plausible when he and his siblings were cursed yet again to eternal slumber.
now, five hundred years or more since, they’ve all awakened, and sveinn couldn’t be more pleased. the world around them adapted and changed severely over the years, leaving him in utter wonder. of course, he’s bitter over missing the evolution to modern day, but he’s taking complete advantage of this new world while also seeking revenge on those who wronged the björnssons.
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