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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 1, 2019 23:44:39 GMT -5
so after working 11 hours today, yah girl is gonna go to bed and read starters, reply, and add members tomorrow<3 holy shiz sticks bo you poor thing my lordie yes go to bed bby <333
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 2, 2019 0:16:07 GMT -5
[ I got distracted by a video game xD ]
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 2, 2019 0:16:52 GMT -5
that's a mood xDD
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 2, 2019 0:37:57 GMT -5
(I really feel that ghost Can't wait to have you back glow!)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 2, 2019 1:21:03 GMT -5
Asriel Stark ;; Demon
Asriel’s memories of the following night would be mostly pleasant. The two companions whiled away the hours, chatting amicably at the bar – reminiscing old times, discussing countless subjects. Leigh had a few questions about his wings, considering she’d never seen them. Few people had. Asi answered her questions with the same aloofness as he always had. He gave her enough information to satisfy most of her curiosity, but didn’t give her any solid facts. The night passed much quicker than Asi realized, and sooner than he would’ve thought the last patron – besides Asi and Leigh – left the bar, stumbling into the dark and dangerous night. Though the voices never left him, and the shadows lurked about and popped up more often than not, Asi found himself… comfortable in Leigh’s presence. Almost comfortable enough to let his guard down. Almost comfortable enough to forget what he was.
The several glasses of whiskey soothed the chaos within Asriel but didn’t snuff it out entirely. The demon within lurked and waited. Waited for the chance to take control, to destroy the world. Despite the fact that the alcohol dulled his senses a bit, Asi was aware enough to keep hold of the reins. When the bartender informed the pair that the bar was closing for the night, Asi stood and offered his hand to Leigh, leading her out into the night. It was a friendly gesture, but meant a bit more to Asi. Leigh was… kind and gentle. He didn’t want to hurt her, but was terrified he would. So his touch was feathery and soft, a gentle caress that brushed across Leigh’s skin like a whispering breeze. As they walked down the streets, the lamps on either side illuminating small pools of light in even intervals. The light was a pale yellow, edges muted as the pool spread outward. Each time Asi and Leigh stepped into the light, the shadows following them fell back a few steps. When they passed back into the darkness, the phantoms darted closer and closer. Asi often turned to chase them away with his sight, for when he turned to look upon them, they vanished back into the realm of nonexistence from whence they came.
Most of Asi’s focus was on Leigh – on making sure she was safe, on making sure nothing brought her harm. Whenever a shadow got to close, Asi snarled at it outside of Leigh’s view, and it darted away on ethereal wings. His own wings were cramped, the muscles of his back one big painful knot. The feathers on his wings were doing a remarkable job at retaining heat, making him slightly uncomfortable; all of that was ignored, however, considering his dearest friend was right beside him.
The walk through the streets of downtown Queen’s Valley was relatively short, but peaceful. The cool night air was like a balm of Asi’s skin, helping to quiet the voices, just like Leigh’s presence. The winding streets brought them to a place Asi recognized, but hadn’t personally visited. It was Leigh’s home – a quiet little place on the coast. The sound of the waves lapping against the shore whispered like gentle music in the air, only enhanced by the slight tang of salt that burned his nose. He took a deep breath, letting the sounds and scents of the ocean calm him. Like always, he was nervous and uncertain; he meant to leave Leigh at her door and bid her a good night, but she somehow convinced him to enter the home. They’d been having such a decent time before, surely it wouldn’t hurt to continue their conversations?
Asi wasn’t sure what it was, but he’d let himself be roped into it and so he followed Leigh into the home. The condo was cozy – warm and yet sturdy, just like Leigh. Asi’s dark gaze took in the furnishings, the decorations, as he followed Leigh into the living room. They sat on the couch, and as the hours passed Leigh continued to shift closer and closer to Asi. He didn’t mind it, but he was still rather uncertain. He didn’t think it was safe for Leigh – didn’t think he had enough control over his more… dark and base desires. The dark thing was alert now, studying Leigh with a predatory eye. It remained silent, but watched. Asi blinked as Leigh took out her phone and tapped the screen, glancing at the time. It was late – well past midnight, but Asi didn’t particularly care. It wasn’t like his sleep schedule was normal. Nothing about Asriel’s life was normal.
“Time sure flies with good company, apparently,” Leigh joked. “I understand if you want to leave or need to. It’s pretty late. But…” Leigh paused, clearing her throat. She glanced down at his hands, as though deep in thought. “If I’m being honest, maybe I don’t want you to leave. Not yet.” Before Asriel could even muster the thought of a response, Leigh moved even closer to him so that their arms brushed. She gave him a gentle smile, as if waiting for his response, before she moved to close the rest of the space between them.
Her breath washed over his face, warm and gentle, just before her lips pressed into his. For a heartbeat, Asi was still – uncertain, fearful of what might happen. A thousand, thousand outcomes flew through his mind at the speed of light. A thousand, thousand potential disasters if he let go of the control he so carefully maintained. It could end with Leigh’s broken body at his feet, it could end with countless more deaths. The dark thing within him purred at the latter thoughts. The voices chanted and cheered these thoughts on. The shadows pulsed at the edges of his vision.
In the space of a heartbeat, Asriel made his decision. He leaned into the kiss, opening his mouth slightly to deepen the gesture. He let himself be consumed by Leigh’s heat, let himself be lost in the moment. His attention on keeping the darker aspects of himself in check wavered. That is when the dark thing surged to the front, seizing a sliver of power.
As the kiss grew intensity and deepened even further, the dark thing pushed against his vampyre side, stirring instincts that were sometimes better left dormant. It shoved these instincts, these desires, to the fore of Asi’s hindbrain, triggering a response that was ingrained in his very DNA. Before Asi even knew what was happening, the dull ache that had begun in his gums spread rapidly, resulting in the lengthening of his teeth. Soundless, his fangs descended. As sharp as a sword, they punctured the soft skin of Leigh’s lower lip.
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 2, 2019 1:27:29 GMT -5
*screams in song* can you hear the people sing singing the song of this otp xDD <3
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 2, 2019 1:30:42 GMT -5
( lmao )
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 2, 2019 1:56:18 GMT -5
Leighton Vallaway ;; Nephilim
Not going to lie, Leighton was quite pleased with herself for being able to rope him into staying before. Part of her had expected him to turn down the offer, however harmless it was. He didn’t, though, waltzing into the condo and continuing their previous conversations with her, this time on a comfortable couch. At least that time around, there was no stench of alcohol fogging up the place and they were more easily relaxed in the quiet of her home. It was nice. Really nice. All of it. Being close to him was comforting and that calming scene made her forget what the outside was like, even if it was only for a little while. Their little midnight courtship, if you could call it that, then took another turn by Leighton’s hand. She had the reins at the time, deciding to make a very bold move to forward things.
Asriel could have reacted in several and very diverse ways. Leighton was prepared for any of them, in all honesty, even if he chose to pull away. She would have respected his actions and not have complained. The opposite had occurred, though, and the nephilim felt her heartbeat begin to quicken on instinct when Asi returned the kiss. Deeper it became and Leighton had no quarrels over that. Calling this moment heated intensity would be a mere understatement. The passion between them was coursing through their hearts and their veins. There was a desperation in their actions, a deep yearning for each other as everything continued to become much more intense by every passing second. The chemistry between Leigh and Asi could not be overlooked because it was so clearly visible, taking over the atmosphere around them.
Caught up in this ethereal moment of passionate harmony, Leighton was oblivious to the fact that there was something wrong. Everything else was blocked out and Leighton was only focusing on one thing: Asriel. And that was completely alright with her. Smiling affectionately against his lips, Leighton went and made another spur of the moment decision. She swiftly changed positions and blatantly moved to straddle Asriel, all while continuing to kiss him deeply after a moment’s break. Leighton’s hands rose up to rest affectionately at either side of his face, her fingertips grazing his skin.
It would always amaze her, just how quickly a moment could change. The passionate and rough make-out session was suddenly interrupted when she felt a puncturing pain descend upon her lower lip. It was not some sort of sensual foreplay either. This was not a normal, playful bite by normal pairs of teeth. This was sharp, razor sharp. It was a stabbing pain, like a damn sword had just jabbed at her lip without any warning at all. And it startled Leighton, causing her to release a shaky gasp.
“Shit!”
Her tone came out in a startled, harsh way as Leighton instinctively jolted back and off his lap. Staggering off the couch like it was burning lava singeing her, Leigh’s once warm and affectionate eyes had gone wide with pure bewilderment. There was a confusion that swept over her entire body, which was now tense with shock and uneasiness. What the hell just happened? Was Leighton more drunk than she believed? Her eyes had to be deceiving her somehow because what she was seeing was utterly impossible. Right? Let’s all take a moment and be real here. There were certain things Leighton expected to see and experience that night, but she did not expect that. Razor sharp fangs right in her sights. Fangs. Angels did not have fangs. No, fangs belonged to species of the swallowing dark.
Angels did not have fangs. Leigh kept repeating this to herself. She kept repeating it until a migraine began to sear at her brain.
“A-Asi, what-” Leighton was breathless, cutting her own self off. She was looking impaled with confusion and wariness as her hand rose up toward her face. Her fingers brushed against her lower lip, the woman wincing at the pain. Her eyebrows furrowed and she narrowed her gaze in uncertain caution, eyeing the blood that was now on her fingertips.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 2, 2019 1:58:41 GMT -5
[ uh oh Spaghettio ]
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 2, 2019 1:59:10 GMT -5
It just got real, fam
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 2, 2019 2:00:38 GMT -5
[ ikr lol ]
[ I will respond tomorrow. I need to go to bed lol ]
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 2, 2019 2:01:28 GMT -5
Alrightie, nighty! ~
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 2, 2019 2:11:25 GMT -5
( poor Asriel is gonna have a hell of a time calming her down xD )
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 2, 2019 2:12:43 GMT -5
hoNEsTLy it’ll be fineee xDD
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 2, 2019 2:14:42 GMT -5
( lol the first time he kisses someone and he goes and screws it uo )
( gg Asi )
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 2, 2019 2:19:57 GMT -5
omfg love that for himmm xDDD
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 2, 2019 3:37:21 GMT -5
Isadora Palgrove - Vampyre Queen’s Valley was in a state of anarchy which seemed to worsen every day. A plague was wiping out the vampyres, and the Burningcloaks were doing the same but a lot more efficiently. Some seemed to wonder if this would be the end of vampyres, Arcya itself even. There was a lot of fear around these days.
But Isadora Palgrove was not afraid. In fact, she found this whole thing rather exhilarating.
The Burningcloaks were a complication, yes, but she hadn’t been caught yet. Being hunted was a test of her abilities, which she enjoyed. And most importantly, the plague. Merciless and indiscriminate, yes. But it was effectively wiping out all of the influential families in Queen’s Valley. And with the last Fairchild heir gone, this led to some exciting opportunities. A power vacuum someone needed to fill. And while Isadora was not a born vampyre from a good family, the power attracted her. She would love to take that position for herself, but of course, she was wise enough to know that it wasn’t a good idea right now. Any vampyre who drew attention to themselves by attempting to grow more powerful would be the Burningcloaks’ next target.
No, for now, plotting. Watching and waiting and figuring out her next move. Besides, being hunted took up all of her energy and she needed to focus on not getting caught.
The Devil’s Acre seemed an ideal place. The proprietress would not be hostile to Isadora, she was fairly sure, and she knew it would be an ideal place to listen to more gossip, to get more information on what had happened so she could do plan her next move. The main problem for Isadora was not having the resources for the kind of power campaign she might need. She would find a way.
So she, dressed in a sleek black dress with a corset around the waist - more a decorative piece than anything else - situated herself in the midst of the crowds there, observing and listening to find out anything new about the Fairchild death.
The room was filled with chatter and palpable excitement as Isadora made her way to a seat. The atmosphere here was exactly what she needed, she thought as she watched people placing bets and gossiping.
The building had the slight smell of stale blood, the irony scent seeming to linger. But Isadora didn’t mind; to her, that was more comforting than anything else. She had recently fed, and it was evident by the slight brightness it brought to her eyes, how her skin almost seemed to take on a glow. She was sated for now and so the smell of blood had no effect on her.
And so once she had sat down, she carefully observed the conversations around her, making sure not to draw too much attention from the people around her.
The plague had claimed another, that was certain, but how she died was of little interest to Isadora. It was the ripple effects, figuring out where this placed others in society now. The born vampyre ruling class seemed on the way out, an ideal opportunity for Isadora. She hoped to get a few names, find out who the contenders for power were now; that vacuum had to be filled by someone.
And that was when Ophelia Harlot, born vampyre and proprietress of the Devil’s Acre, entered the room. The almost predatory way she moved around the room made Isadora smile. It was like she was looking at herself in the mirror.
Silence seemed to fall over individual conversations as Ophelia passed them. Isadora has respect for this woman, who seemed to be the only other person in the Valley like Isadora, who knew what power took and did it. With raw ambition and the merciless nature to act on it.
This woman was most likely a contender for power, and a cunning one at that. Was Isadora prepared to face one so similar to herself? Or was an alliance more prudent?
She didn’t think that a partnership between two women with their natures would necessarily end well, but it would be good for the moment. It could be excellent.
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Jan 2, 2019 14:27:58 GMT -5
[ jeez I missed a lot! ]
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 2, 2019 14:40:08 GMT -5
(Yeah looks like I need to catch up on some posts. Afternoon everyone! ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ I'll reply today but do we have any idea where we want to take this interaction? I want to know if anyone else wants to be included)
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Jan 2, 2019 14:56:45 GMT -5
[ ℊℓоω don't think I don't see that you brought back Gemma's daughter > :3c ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 2, 2019 15:04:13 GMT -5
(Hi! Yeah I know I guess we need to decide what kind of friendship we want them to develop and stuff like that
I left it open just in case anyone else wanted to get involved with our interaction)
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 2, 2019 15:06:21 GMT -5
[ someone's gotta f things up and this time it ain't gonna be mommy ] - Glow, 2k19
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Jan 2, 2019 15:12:15 GMT -5
[ are you gonna bring in her triplet half-siblings? ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 2, 2019 15:13:42 GMT -5
( omg lol )
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Jan 2, 2019 15:21:34 GMT -5
[ alistair might have to make a cameo if you do ]
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