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alys henry. countess of the vexin. 25/854. vampire. france to england to mississippi. a lady in the streets, a lady in the sheets. always a lady.

[alyshenry]

one of her own (aka a cool chick): vera & alys (closed)

[verapatras]

A small laugh graced the vampire’s lips. “No, I suppose not.” she agreed. Truth be told, Vera had given up on the sun a long time ago. After years and years of pining after something she knew she could never have again, much to Kol’s urging, she had come to accept the fact that she wouldn’t see the sun again and so wishing she could was simply a waste of her time. And Vera Patras’ time was precious. “And yes, it does.” she replied looking up at the sky above her again for a brief moment. 

After a few seconds of silence, though in all reality it may have been longer, Vera returned her gaze to the brunette in front of her. Time, though precious, seemed to pass in a different way when you were almost 1,000 years old. “Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Vera Patras.” she greeted, extending her hand towards the other vampire.

[alyshenry]

Alys took Vera's hand in her own, her fingers hanging limply from the bones in her wrist. It was one of those flimsy ladylike touching-fingers "handshakes". Anything more seemed absurd to Alys. She only ever curtsied or allowed someone to kiss the upperside of her hand. She didn't expect Vera to do that; nowadays it seemed everyone had lost their courtesies. 

"Pleasure, Vera," she smiled graciously with a polite nod. "Alys, Countess of the Vexin." It had been a long time since Alys had introduced herself as such. The words tasted familiarly sweet on her tongue. Truthfully, any land owning royal assumed that Alys had died several centuries before. The massacre of she and her family were just a tale to scare little children nowadays; no one would believe that she still owned that property of land. Yes, she was technically dead, so the title should pass onto an immediate relative. But she wasn't entirely dead. It was a grey area she had yet to take to court. 

[alyciadebncm]

Prettiest Outfits - 25/?

Lady Kenna in No Exit (1.18)

[kol-svansson]

Paradise Circus || Alys & Kol (closed)

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[alyshenry]

Alys relished in the time it took to Kol undo her corset. The affirmation that Kol was not just bored--that he actually was interested in her... even if just physically--tickled her. Both figuratively and literally. Alys giggled softly as she fingers moved against her skin, up her spine with the flow of the ribbon. "Do you feel transported, Kol Svansson?" She asked. As he threw the fabric off from her body, she pressed her face close to his and held his cheeks in her hands. "To another time?" Her voice had lowered and she ended the phrase with a long kiss to his lips.

[alyshenry]

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[cameronholland-deactivated20140]

Cam couldn’t help the slight, amused grin growing at her comment. “You, unkempt? And here I’m the one half-naked,” he pointed out. “Sorry for that, I just.. came out to the family cabin with all the woods around cause I needed to shift, work out some tension,” he said. There was no point in him pretending he wasn’t a wolf. She was a vampire, and one obviously old enough to know what a wolf smelled like by now. “Caught the scent of blood halfway through my prepwork, and well… my only selfless impulse is to stop people bleeding. Good talent to have in my field,” he said.

"So, tell me, is the rabbit population in our area pleasing? My parents never hunted those, they should be abundant. Might have some trouble finding decent deer here, though," he said with a grin.

[alyshenry]

Alys could taste something bitter in her mouth, something similar to the way she felt watching joisting tournaments. The men writhing in the dirt, blood leaking from the cracks in their armor tested the strength of her ladylike disposition. The task of discussing her carnivorous dietary habits with a stranger was not near as difficult, but the same sense of displeasure rode through her bones. Alys had always been a peaceful person; she wanted to the world to be like a song. This gentleman's reference to dwindling animal populations did not quite fit that aura. 

Alys cleared her throat. A shade of rosey discomfort washed over her skin. There were only so many times she would smooth out her dress before it became obvious it was a nervous habit of hers... and she was approaching that number quickly. "I always manage to get by--hopefully inflicting as little pain onto others as possible," she added in with a pushy tone to her voice. 

[gurllotine]

TIMELESS LOVE / the story of a timeless love set to the soundtrack of old-timey tunes. 

8tracks. spotify. mediafire. 

01. you were meant for me - singing in the rain. 02. it’s magic - doris day. 03. embraceable you - judy garland. 04. send me some lovin - little richard. 05. i’ve got you under my skin - frank sinatra. 06. as time goes by - casablanca. 07. as long as she needs me - sammy davis jr. 08. so sad (to see a good love go bad) - the everly brothers. 09. it only happens once - nat king cole.

[kelly--smith-blog]

"Screw writing “strong” women. Write interesting women. Write well-rounded women. Write complicated women. Write a woman who kicks ass, write a woman who cowers in a corner. Write a woman who’s desperate for a husband. Write a woman who doesn’t need a man. Write women who cry, women who rant, women who are shy, women who don’t take no shit, women who need validation and women who don’t care what anybody thinks. They are all okay, and all those things could exist in the same woman. Women shouldn’t be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people. So don’t focus on writing characters who are strong. Write characters who are people."

[alyshenry]

interview with the granddaughter: ronnie & alys (closed)

Alys could not remember being this nervous in... well, centuries. Perhaps her heart had beat like this upon her arrival to England or on the day of her wedding, but those had happened so long ago that they were nothing more but faded memories. Similarly, however, today marked the beginning of a new phase of her life. After much effort on the part of both Alys and (thankfully) Christian, the great-great-infinity-great-granddaughter of Alys had been tracked down. She had come to Oxford, Mississippi over a month ago; only now were they able to target the particular woman who shared Alys's bastardized bloodline. Veronica Cothry, she had whispered softly upon the eventual discovery. It wasn't a French name, that much Alys could be disappointed about, but otherwise she knew nothing about the girl. Some knowledge of how she felt about vampires would have been nice, but the fact of the matter was that Alys was getting a second shot at having a daughter... That was enough. 

She had risen early that morning, anxiously waiting for the setting of the sun to allow her passage into the streets. Alys had told Christian she wished to go alone. He didn't seem to mind much; any time they had spent together recently was awkward and full of longing. Alys couldn't grace the girl with her full attention if she was too focused on the curves of Christian's jawline. Thus, she strode forth into the Oxford public, dressed in an outfit she had spent at least an hour picking out. She wanted to make a good first impression on this Veronica. She had to appear motherly... and yet matronly had never been a favorite aesthetic of hers. She had decided on a flowing white gown, embellished by blue crystals on the hem of the capped sleeves. Subtlety was never Alys's strong suit. 

The moonlight left a haunting shadow over the home of the young woman. Alys could feel her legs shaking as she walked slowly up to the front door. She had never been this nervous in her entire life, not even when she first met Henry. It had been a long time since Alys had been a mother; and even then, her child was only a baby who was cared mostly for by wet nurses. Alys smoothed out her dress by habit before she knocked on the door. The thumping echoed through her ears. "Veronique. Veronique." She practiced the name softly out loud with little regard for the Americanized version of an old French name. Alys had some work to do. 

[alyshenry]

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The Bird and the Bee - Maneater (feat. Shirley Manson)

[alyshenry]

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[cameronholland-deactivated20140]

Cam had spent so long almost completely ignoring the wolf aspect of his personality, he seemed keen to make up for lost time, trying to shift and go for a run any night he had free- which, admittedly, wasn’t as many as he would like.

However, with his father’s passing, he’d been given some time off, so he could actually take his time, reacquaint himself with the woods around town, and shift at his leisure.

And so, he was out in the woods by his family’s cabin, a place relatively secluded. He was in the process of shedding his clothing, already having removed his shirt, when he caught a scent that he was all-too-familiar with- blood. While he certainly wasn’t a vampire, between his job as a doctor putting him around the scent and his wolf-enhanced senses, it was undeniable that’s what it was. And so, being the person who, despite his reckless nature spent time trying to learn how to help others, he ran towards the scent. That, in fact, may have been just as attributable to his recklessness, as whatever made the first thing bleed could just as easily come for him.

And so, when Cam happened upon the true scene, an old-world dressed young woman with fangs out, and a rabbit as the victim at her feet, he couldn’t help but grin. “And here I thought that vegetarian vampires were just a myth,” Cam commented as he saw her.

[alyshenry]

Alys immediately felt the need to protect herself; she was someone who had always been very valuable--land, power, beauty, money, immortality. There may have well been a sign on her forehead that read 'use me'. Fortunately, however, Alys had learned long ago how to shield herself from the unwanted in most every arena. And after she was turned, the superhuman strength was only an added bonus. Nowadays, Alys feared very few upon a first glimpse, yet she knew just how harmful an unfriendly neighbor with valuable information could be, and thus, she went about the following with her usual air of courtly caution. 

She dabbed at the corners of her mouth again, disliking the thought that she should appear at all disheveled. Alys then proceeded to bow her head and curtsy. When did Alys Henry ever not curtsy? "I am a woman with many sides," she replied coyly. Again... when was Alys Henry not coy? "Forgive me," she continued, "I should not appear so unkempt."

Of course, of all the things she could apologize for right now... drinking the blood of an animal for one, she chose to apologize for not looking stellar. There was only a few drops of blood trickling down from her mouth. If she could trust his doggy scent, he'd scene far worse roughly once a month.

[kol-svansson]

Paradise Circus || Alys & Kol (closed)

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[alyshenry]

Aly's laugh nearly came out as a girlish giggle, but the quickness with which her body was writhing against Kol's left her slightly breathless. She, nonetheless, sported a grin on her lips, biting down only after she had finished saying, "as I expect you should. I have good taste." It was then that Kol pulled away her dress to reveal that Alys still wore a corset to this day. "Excellent." She ran her hand through her hair as he moved his mouth down to her chest. 

[indieremixes-blog]

Santogold - I’m a Lady (Benny Blanco Remix)

[alyshenry]

alys henry is (wearing) a killer (outfit): open

There was very little that Alys enjoyed doing more with Christian than feeding... aside from... ya know.... Seeing as she and Christian were experiencing a bit of a rough patch in their multi-century long affair, however, Alys had been dining with herself on a regular occasion while he holed himself up in his study with piles of books and a blood bag.

It was always an odd sight; a woman dressed in jeweled gowns (Alys rarely bothered to blend in) gallivanting through the forest with a dead animal in her hands. She, of course, always made sure to hold herself with the utmost grace... but sometimes Alys just had to be a vampire--a classy as hell vampire. With the moon hanging high above her head, Alys set out tonight in search of her dinner, a white gown, embellished at the waist and down the floor-length skirt with red vines. It was the perfect dress for a night of killing. She held up the skirt above the pathway from her front door and sped off into a more secluded area of town where the woods could supply a touch of nutrients. 

The silence of any forest at night  always brought Alys a unique sense of piece. The woodlands, just like her, had not aged the entire time she had been alive. They grew, yes, just as her lips had reddened and hair silkened after she had been changed, but the forest's essence had never deterred from the norm. And Alys's hadn't either. If Alys was any different than the day she'd been married, she wouldn't be wearing a braid of jewels through her hair and she wouldn't be stepping daintily through the dirty earthen ground; she wouldn't be concerned about being proper while killing an animal with her bare hands. 

It were these acts that Alys worried about as she sunk her teeth into the neck of a too-slow rabbit. (And of course, she didn't want to get any blood on her dress.) But then she heard the snapping of some twigs... And she smelled the presence of another person... Alys set the rabbit down on the ground gently before dabbing at the corner of her mouth with her ring finger. There were streaks of blood running down from her lips. She cared more about who had stumbled onto her feeding though...

[christianhereveaux]

three vamps and a wolf - a flynn/christian/alys/ronnie moodboard

[alyshenry]

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Beethoven's Fifth Gold Digger (Kanye West vs. Beethoven vs. Walter Murphy) by D.J. Neon

[omanapoove]

[alyshenry]

reign + headpieces » lady kenna → 1x04

[elainecompsyn]

Take Me Home Tonight | {open}

There had been some trouble getting Elaine out of Germany on her way back to Oxford. She’d stayed behind to close up the house she and Celia had purchased while there at the same time as she finished up trailing some last clues towards her Maker’s identity.

Yet, this meant that Elaine was on her own to leave the country and head back to America. Which meant that when an officer told Elaine that her passport was invalid, it was up to the girl and her very lackluster glamouring skills to try and get past the security checkpoints. Needless to say, Elaine Compsyn spent a few extra weeks in Europe against her own will.

So when the young vampire finally found herself approaching the town limits of Oxford, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. Finally. She was back home.

"You can drop me off here. I’ll walk the rest of the way to the house. Keep driving up the way to drop off my things. Thank you ever so much, darling." She patted the towncar driver gently on the cheek and slipped out of the car, ready to feel fresh Mississippi air against her face for the first time in over a hundred years.

A sigh of contentment forced its way out of Elaine. Perhaps this town would offer something close to peace for the first time in forever. And if not, well… At least it’d provide some entertainment. Especially when she could all but smell a pair of curious eyes peering at her in the dark.

"…May I help you?" Elaine’s voice was barely above a snarl, slowly turning to fix the intruder on her silent re-acquaintance with the town she once called home with a cold, cruel stare. 

[alyshenry]

Alys had always been an avid fan of long walks, namely ones in gardens and castles, tournaments and throne-rooms. Oxford offered none of those other than a measly community garden when elder men and women grew tomatoes out of season. That was not the type of Alys desired; she wanted ivory winding over hand carved archways and rose bush hedges made into statues of kings and queens. Nevertheless, she strode forth from her home tonight in hopes that she might discover something charming about the place she now called her home. Had this been weeks before, Alys would have looped Christian's arm through her own and pulled him with her through the streets. They, however, did little together nowadays other than search for her descendant. She mourned the loved she shared with Christian far more than any king's garden. 

It were these thoughts that passed through Alys's noble mind when she came upon the scent of another vampire. As she followed the trail, she hoped that she would not regret leaving home tonight, but she was optimistic. And her optimism only grew upon the sight of long bright red hair. Alys never tired of other women like her; great skin, great pasts, undead and blood sucking. What wasn't to love? 

It was amazing how quickly Alys's dreams of befriending another woman crashed and burned with her counterpart's first four words. They were not rude innately, but the growl with which they came led Alys to believe that a bit of touching-up would have to be applied to this woman's disposition before she could call her a true friend. "Pardon me," Alys began politely. She wasn't new to situations like these in which it was her job to charm the ugly mood out of another person. "I don't mean to intrude, but I could not help noticing your scent from afar. I am Alys. Welcome to Oxford." She curtsied. She always curtsied. 

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