{ chryson + atalia }​:

Elysium. The club wasn’t too far away, no more than a five minute walk. Chryson could easily give this girl directions. He was sure she’d be able to follow rather than showing her the way, but who was he to say no to more time with this ghost from his past. Besides, one could never know who or what lurked on the streets of Bellport at night. If this girl was anything like his sister, he was sure she could handle herself, but he couldn’t help but feel protective over her, an imprint of another time and another person. The mention of his homeland was like an immediate punch to the gut. The girl had to be one of their descendants. There was too much similar to his sister to be a coincidence; a descendant was the only explanation. Maybe from Tatiana, Natalia’s oldest girl had always reminded him the most of her mother. “You’re from Russia?” It certainly explained the hint of an accent he’d been trying to place since she opened her mouth. “I— My father was Russian.” It wasn’t a lie, he supposed, but easier to explain than whole truth, even though something deep down was urging him to reach out to this woman and say anything. “I’d be happy to show you there… Atalia.” The name was so close, that for a moment he’d thought he’d heard the N, seen his sister standing before him. As he held out his hand for her to shake, the spell broke, and the other girl was there once more. “Приятно познакомиться.” It’s nice to meet you. 

Atalia wasn’t exactly a weak woman, but most ties to her past had been taken away many years ago and she still had a soul, despite rumors saying otherwise. The day her brother had died was the worst day in her 700 years of life and now an echo bearing his face was standing in front of her and it took everything in her not to cry. She grit her teeth, biting back the stinging feeling building right behind her eyes. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been back,” Atalia said honestly, “Almost just as long since I’ve heard the language too. You know what they say...” There was something about the way he spoke, his nearly perfect Russian accent and how he formed the words that was all too familiar. She reached out, shaking his hand while simultaneously wanting to test a new theory brewing in her mind. “Вре́мя лу́чший до́ктор.” It was an old saying she and her brother used to pass between them like a promise when they were young, just two kids trying to stay sane under their father’s rule. Time is the best healer. Maybe she was insane for trying it out on this stranger, but there was a tiny bit of hope that he might recognize the words she hadn’t said out loud in centuries. If not, she could pass it off as a silly little saying, to relate to the conversation at hand.

{ winnie + juniper }​:

Winnie could hear the other before she even walked through the door. “Junebug!” Winnie cried happily, rushing over to the door the second it swung open. She wrapped her arms around the girl, a wide smile on her lips. “I could never ignore you. It’s been far, far too long since I last saw you. How have you been? How was your flight? Are you hungry? Thirsty? Should we go out for dinner?”

She was still a little hesitant with hugs, but she knew it didn’t effect Winnie as much, so her hands quickly wrapped around her after she dropped her bags. “Slow down, mom!” Juniper giggled. “I’ve been good, my flights were long, yes I’m hungry, maybe a little thirsty, and I wouldn’t say no to some dinner.” She took a deep breath as if it took a lot of energy to answer all the questions. “I think that about covered it, right? How have you been?”

{ esther + juniper }​:

It was slowly calming down around the tea shop, it’d been quite a busy morning and with one of her employees quitting just a little over a week ago, they were seriously understaffed for such a morning. When she heard the familiar voice, Esther thought it might just be someone with a similar voice, but her smile quickly grew when she saw it was indeed Juniper. “Juniper! We’ve missed you so much, of course you can come back!” She never said it, but Esther always had a soft spot for the other. She doesn’t play favorites with her employees, but if she did, she would be one of them. “Are you free right now? We could sit down and catch up a little.”

“Hi, Esther!” She bounced a little on the balls of her feet as she finally got to see her friend again. True, she was her boss first, but it often felt like Esther was more of a friend than a boss. “Of course I have time to to catch up. I’ve been sleeping on airplanes all day, I don’t think I could sleep any longer and I definitely don’t have anything else to do.” Juniper quickly turned to the barista and smiled. “Though I would really like that espresso, if i’m being honest.”

{ nico + juniper }​:

Nico really didn’t mind his job at the tea shop. He had done degree after degree, and at some point, school just wasn’t enough to keep him occupied, but the tea shop was great. He enjoyed the product, really - so that was part of it. And, part of it, apparently, was that it was a great to reunite with an old friend. He smelled her before he heard her, but only for a moment, before his head shot up and a smile formed on his face. “I think I can arrange something.” He told her, immediately moving around the counter and holding his arms out for a hug. “It’s been too long, Juni.”

Her wide smile was plastered nearly permanently on her face as he moved around the counter and held out his arms. Juniper wasn’t one to hug people, but those closest to her knew about her powers, so she didn’t decline. Instead, she hugged him, trying to be confident that her gloves were enough. “I’d say ‘don’t be dramatic’ but it has been a year, so I can’t blame you! How have you been?”

{ emrys + audrey }​:

“I’d say the one and only, but unfortunately Cain also exists,” Emrys pulled a face. As she mentioned hearing lots about him, he perked up slightly - one brow arching in amusement. “You have, have you? Well isn’t that interesting. It’s nice to meet you too. I can’t believe how selfish Caden’s been, keeping you to himself,” He teased slightly. “OH, and what was that? Charming? Irresistible?”

“I have. I mean, your brother and I have been friends for a while.” Even if she hadn’t seen Caden in centuries, she still counted them as best friends. Audrey giggled. “I wouldn’t exactly call him selfish. If I’m being honest, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen him.” She tilted her head. “I think humble, is the word you’re looking for.”

{ caden + audrey }​:

The tears stained his face, all of the emotions he’d kept pushed down bubbling to the surface. 500 years. Caden didn’t laugh, the idea that he’d abandoned her for that long making him almost drown in guilt.

He pulled away slightly when she forced him to look at her. “I should have stayed with you. I was harder to kill, at least I thought I was. I ran like a fucking coward and you-” His words caught in his throat, “You suffered because of that.” 

Caden swallowed, shaking his head as she spoke. “You did, how the hell did you–” He began, before his eyes wandered to his colleagues. “Perhaps this isn’t the place to talk about it,” He murmured, reaching for her hand. “Come upstairs with me.”

Audrey glanced around as he did, noting how many people were around--some who might even have super hearing like Caden did--and quickly decided he was right. She followed after him, her eyes moving around the place as she did, her curiosity pulling her attention in every which way. Once they were upstairs, she squeezed his hand a little tighter, tears still brimming her eyes. “First and foremost, Caden, you did the right thing! We both know how many people would jump at the chance to get an Original, my father more than anyone. I never blamed you for running if it meant you were free from him.”

She took his other hand, holding both up between them. After a beat, she gently warmed up her hands, letting him feel the magic before she stopped, a wide smile on her face. “I’m a phoenix, apparently.” Audrey couldn’t help but chuckle. “No one knew, my mother had left when I was young, so it was a shock to me too. Which means I did die, but it didn’t exactly stick.”

{ cain + atalia }​:

“Well, that’s what Winnie claims,” Cain retorted with a scoff, taking a sip of his own drink. “I’m not at their beck and call. Look, I know my little sister. She was pretty insistent on getting me here, if I had refused - well, she would have just annoyed me for centuries so.” He pulled a face at his drink before turning towards her. “Care to explain your sudden appearance?”

“Annoyed you for centuries, that must run in the family.” Atalia chuckled a bit, teasing him before she took a sip of her drink. “Mm, that.” She set her glass down on the bar, letting the sound resonate before she ran her middle finger along the rim of the glass. “You know how rumors spread among the supernatural, Cain, and rumor has it you flipped you humanity switch. Color a girl curious.”

{ clarissa + andrew }​:

To say that Clarissa had been enjoying herself was beyond an understatement. After a century and a half locked away for a family’s personal usage, she was out to live her life to the fullest. Her outfit was extreme, practically dripping in gold, and she’d been dancing with a different man or woman every song. She’d left her last partner, a beautiful blonde woman, on the dance floor to get herself another drink. Cocktails, she was learning, were a gift to get drunk quicker, and to enjoy it more as it went down. As she sipped at something fruity, she spotted a gorgeous man sitting down, and she smirked. He would do for the next dance, if not a million dances.

She sauntered over to him, not even bothering to maintain a good distance as she reached forward, finger pointed squarely at his chest. “You,” she emphasized. “Are far too handsome to be sitting against the wall. Come dance with me.”

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Andrew was lurking near the edge of the gala crowds, much like he did at any part he attended. This was a slightly more extravagant party than he was used to, but he was still on edge like always. He was sitting down, sipping at a glass of champagne, when he spotted someone walking towards him--no, not someone, a w gorgeous woman dress head to toe in gold like a goddess. “Me,” he said innocently, letting a teasing tone slip into his tone. Still, he couldn’t help but smirk slightly and stand up. “Aren’t the gentlemen supposed to ask you to dance?” As he asked, he held his hand out to her, not one to leave a woman hanging when asked to dance.

{ harlow + kinsley }​:

Harlow observed the sky, but her senses were focused on the new vampire beside her. Timid little thing… She wondered, with a slight smile on her lips, just how alone this girl had to be to be seeking solace on an empty beach. The stars gave her all the company she needed, but that had taken years of getting used to. Venturing out of her beachside apartment was a treat. “Harlow.” The greeting was hollow, but she did turn to catch sight of the girl. With those doe eyes and furrowed eyebrows, she didn’t seem like a killer in the slightest. Pity; with looks like those, she could have easily ripped the town apart with no one being the wiser. She faked a smile. “I own the Harding Observatory. It’s simply clearer out on the beach.” She narrowed her gaze, smile only widening as she decided to be rather bold. “You haven’t been a vampire for long, have you?” she asked, before chuckling a little. “I remember that old panic. It passes.” She never panicked like that, but what was a little white lie to a girl who needed it?

“Harlow,” she repeated, a small smile on her lips at the mention of the Observatory. “Harding, right. I used to love that place. I liked learning about the stars.” As soon as that smile was on her face, it disappeared quickly when Harlow asked how long she’d been a vampire. A few weeks--that’s how long ago her life had been changed and she hadn’t even had a choice in the matter. Kinsley turned her head away once more and looked at the stars again. Maybe if she pretended she was by herself, it’d be easier to admit the truth. “A couple months,” she answered. “Maybe two? It doesn’t seem like the panic is getting any better, you know? The beach is the only place that gives me silence for a few minutes.” Kinsley sifted sand through her fingers. “How did you get past it?”

{ allie + kinsley }​:

Aleyna mentally scolded herself for admitting she was surprised to see her, making a mental note to never say anything like that to Kinsley again. She wanted to encourage this kind of thing, not discourage. The brunette blinked as the other’s eyes shifted to her chest, and Allie followed the direction for a moment, before realizing what must be happening. “I can see how it must be overwhelming.” She admitted. “Elves are supposed to have stronger instincts, whatever that means… sharper than humans, I guess. But it’s not like vampires. Or werewolves, for that matter.” She said softly, not wanting to be too loud with such a conversation - but she had no doubt that Kinsley would be able to hear her. “You know, uhm… I meant what I said, back at the beach. If you need someone to feed from sometimes… I’d be okay with it. If bags of it aren’t doing it for you.” She just wanted to help, however she could.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it,” she said quietly, almost afraid of the honesty. Her eyes were trained on the wall across the room, trying to focus purely on her own thoughts rather than the thunderous sounds surrounding her. But this was Allie, she wasn’t exactly worried about telling her the truth--they’d loved each other enough to date and still remain friends after. Kinsley focused on Allie’s words until her head whipped back to look at her and she shook her head. “I can’t ask you do that, you’re my friend.” Even as she said it, she glanced to the other’s neck, then quickly back up. She curled her fists into the skirt of her dress again, trying to distract herself from the tempting offer. “I need some air,” Kinsley said quickly before she turned and started walking to the hallway, just trying to put distance between her and the crowd, but a small part of her hoped Allie followed her.

Alba Baptista | GQ Entrevista

{ allie + kinsley }​:

Aleyna nodded a little bit at the other’s words. It was a weird thing, knowing that her ex was now a vampire. As much as she wanted to tell herself that it was the same Kinsley she’d dated, or that she was friends with, she knew it was different. Not in her eyes, but likely in Kinsley’s. The world would be so different, and not even in a way that Allie could comprehend. “I was surprised to see you here.” She admitted. “But I’m glad, that you’re not just shutting yourself inside all the time.” That couldn’t be healthy, even if she was a vampire. Allie couldn’t help but laugh though, at what she said next. “You make a good point.”

“Me too,” she said quietly, turning her attention fully to Aleyna in the hopes that she could distract herself from all the other sounds around the gala. “I wanted to get some sort of normalcy back--it’s just...” Her gaze dropped to the other’s chest, the sound of her heartbeat too luring, before she forced herself to look away. “I don’t think it was smart to come somewhere so packed.” Kinsley danced around the subject, not wanting to admit to the new dangers that came with her being a new vampire. “Maybe I should go, and try again some other time...”

{ chryson + lilith }​:

[ chryson & lilith ] for @warricrwclf​

As the night carried on, Chryson found himself growing more comfortable and integrating more into the gala instead of hanging back at the sidelines. He’d been making small talk with a blonde for the past few minutes, hands resting in his pockets and soft smile resting on his face. The music changed suddenly, sweeping into something more classical and dragging Chryson’s attention away from the conversation. It took a moment before he realized the woman had stopped talking, and he seized the silence and held out his hand. “I love this song. Would you like to dance?”

Lilith had been given instructions to blend in as much as possible. Sure, the rules were restrictive among the living than it had been in hell, but she couldn’t do her job if she stood out too much. So here she was, attending this town’s gala and making conversation to appear normal. When he asked her to dance, Lilith faked a shy smile and took it. “I have to admit, I’m not much of a dancer, but how could I say no to such a gentleman?”

{ chryson + audrey }​:

[ chryson & audrey ] for @warricrwclf​

​Chryson had been nursing the same glass of wine for over an hour, slowly sipping at as he leaned against the bar, enjoying the low noise of the gala around him, the laughter and the smiles on the faces around him. Everyone looked happy, enjoying the drinks and dancing, but Chryson was content to hang back. It wasn’t his first party; hell, probably wasn’t even his thousandth, but it had been a while since he’d felt so surrounded by friends. His eyes jumped from face to face, from Ember, to Ben, to Grayson. Then to her. The girl that had haunted his dreams on an off for centuries. The prisoner in the cell next to his, during the brief stint he’d been captured by hunters. His sixth death, or seventh—it had been so long he couldn’t quite remember now. It couldn’t be. He’d gotten out, but he’d been certain she hadn’t. Gripping his glass tighter, he took a few cautious steps into the crowd. Her eyes met his, and he stopped. 

Audrey hadn’t been in Bellport for too long, and the time she was, was spent mostly with Caden. It wasn’t every day you were reunited with your best friend after 500 years. Unfortunately, that also meant that she had a lot of history to catch up on as well. Fashion was easy--she just looked at those around her and did her best to copy--and the wine tasted the same, but sometimes she longed for the simplicity of life before captivity. Maybe it was the wine or the nostalgia messing with her brain, but she noticed a familiar face through the crowd. During all her years locked away, she’d made a few friends and helped people escape, but she never knew if she’d see them again, and Chryson, a phoenix like her, was just one of those few faces that kept her sane. “Chryson?” Audrey stared for just a moment longer before her feet were leading her through the crowd. The closer she got, the more she realized how real he truly was and the wider her smile got. She picked up the pace until she was closer to him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. “How long has it been since I’ve seen you! What are you doing in Bellport?”

{ allie + kinsley }​:

@warricrwclfrps​

Allie still couldn’t believe that Anna had convinced her to wear such a tight dress to a public event. It was beautiful, sure, but she couldn’t help but wonder if it was just too much. She sipped her drink, off to the side of the party, her eyes scanning the crowd… when they landed on Kinsley, off and standing a bit away from the crowd, looking rather anxious. Aleyna hesitated for a moment, before starting to head over to the other, giving her a smile as she approached. “Hey. Quite a party they’ve thrown here.” She said awkwardly, glancing at the crowd again. “Are you okay?”

She knew if she was going to attend the gala that it would be difficult. Most of her days recently were difficult, but it was the next step in getting back to some semblance of normal. Even then, she was sticking to the edges of the room, eyes darting around as she tried to hold back her bloodlust from getting the best of her. Kinsley heard Allie approaching, but it took her a few moments to uncurl her fist from the skirt of her dress and muster up a smile. “I didn’t think my first big outing after coming home would be quite this big, you know?” She let out a soft chuckle, trying to diffuse her anxiety. “At least we look as good as we do, right?”

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Kinsley had lost control at the party. It wasn’t the first time it had happened since she’d been home--the first night she was dumped in town square, she’d blacked out and come to covered in blood without a clue as to where it had come from. It wasn’t much different now, except she could blame a black out on her over-feeding on both Allie and Luka. She could remember every terrifying moment of hurting her friends and the blood staining the neckline of her pink dress. Kinsley wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, as she glanced around the chaos of the gala, the sounds of fighting and screams almost deafening to her still sensitive ears. 

Stumbling back at the sight of blood on her hands, she could feel herself starting to panic--she’d come to the gala in hopes that she was ready to be around people, but the blood stains and the overwhelming hunger told her otherwise. Wiping her hands on the skirt of her dress, Kinsley tried to calm herself down, but flinched when she noticed someone near her, not looking to see if it was a friend or a foe before she lashed out, ready to push them away.

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Atalia looked like a nightmare, she knew she must, her white dress splattered with blood and ripped from where a hunter tried to plunge a knife into her thigh. She’d taken care of the hunter fairly quickly, but the knife had been laced with vervain--as was the hunter herself, which made for a bitter snack--and had weakened her a bit. She wiped a bit of blood from the corner of her mouth, but there was nothing to do about the blood that dripped down her throat and chest, joining the rest on her victims’ to make her would-be white dress look like something out of a horror movie. She pulled her attention away from the now dead hunter near her feet at the smell of fresh blood, her gaze falling on a brunette girl not too far from her. Within an instant, she was standing in front of the woman, flashing her fangs in a sadistic grin. “Where are you running off to little lamb?”