your love ran thin

𝒜𝓂𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒶 𝐵𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝓁𝒾𝒻𝓉𝑜𝓃 Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; this same f l o w e r that smiles today, Tomorrow will be [ d y i n g .]

[ameliaclifton]

familiarphantom‌:

“I can’t fault you for not wanting to.” It was a rabbit hole to fall down. One that Rae knew he should stop dancing along the edge of. But it was something he always found himself doing. He was on auto-pilot.

“That it is.” Shutting his eyes he leans back against the bench taking in the sounds of the nightlife. “Plenty of time to pick through each other’s brain.” He wonders for a few moments if the woman who took care of them would have liked this view. He reasons she would have.

amelia nodded. she could only imagine how long they’d be trapped there if they did turn that stone over. “life’s meaning, and religion religion is a heavy start, so i’ll ask something that a little lighter.” she smiled. “are you from asteria? and if not when did you move here?” it was basic; maybe even boring, but it was a start, and she was curious.

[ameliaclifton]

FATHER:

Father Name: Henry Clifton

FC:  Christian Bale in Hostiles

Alive(age)/deceased?: passed in 1786, age 39 years old.

Relationship? Henry was very strict and had very firm expectations for his daughters. He was a French farmer that didn’t make much money. He knew that for his daughters to have a prosperous life, that they much marry rich while they were still young. He wished them to be married by eighteen, and put a lot of pressure on his wife to teach both Amelia and Esther qualities and talents that would find them a suitor with ease.

MOTHER:

Mother Name: Elizabeth Marie Clifton

FC: Brit Marling in The Keeping Room

Alive(age)/deceased?: passed in 1786, age 34 years old.

Relationship? Amelia and her mother were close at times, but expectations were put on them both. Elizabeth often cracked under the pressure that her husband gave and tended to take it out on her daughters. At the time there was no name for it, but depression and anxiety took an effect on her parenting. This resulted in Esther feeling closer to Amelia than her parents.

SIBLINGS:

Sister Name: Esther Clifton

FC: Rowan Blanchard

Alive(age)/deceased?: passed in 1786, age 12 years old.

Relationship? Esther and Amelia were very close to one another. Esther especially clung to her because the strict yet distant approach of parenting left her craving affection and connection. Amelia didn’t mind filling the role. there was only a three and a half year difference in age between them, and Amelia felt as if it were her role to give her a warm adolescence that she couldn’t have herself.

[ameliaclifton]

vampardanism‌:

he didn’t really.. expect her to actually reply or even try and ignite a conversation but that was exactly what she was doing — and ardan was starting to feel the thick air of awkwardness just creeping on the edges around them. he didn’t want to leave to, thinking that would make things extremely more awkward the next time they crossed paths so.. he stayed.

the stars gave him a sense of comfort, at least. they always helped him clear his mind. “ it won’t be starting for a few minutes, so you’re good. ” he replied quietly, swalling before he proceeded. “ i’ve been well, been busying myself with lillian’s homecoming. ” ardan tore his eyes away from the skies, looking at her side-ways briefly before looking back. “ and you ? ”

“i heard she was in town. i can imagine it’s been a fond reunion.” she smiled. she was happy that lillian was back in town. she knew how much ardan loved and adored his daughter. and even though things were strained at the moment, she was glad to know that at least some part of him was happy right now. 

“i’ve been well.” she nodded. “i spent time at the drive in with a friend, but other than that i can’t say that it’s been quite so eventful.” she looked over to him. he was looking back up to the sky, but all she could seem to focus on was the dimming light leaving stunning shadows against his jawline. she had to bring herself back to reality and tried to take note of his expression. she couldn’t get anything from it though. damn him for being so hard to read. amelia worried that maybe their reunion, while complicated and emotional, was also simply not supposed to happen. that night all he had managed to say before leaving was that he couldn’t do this to her. maybe that meant it was all some kind of mistake. maybe she had spend the last few weeks panicking over something that should have never happened at all. while mildly scary, it did seem much more simple to pretend it never happened. the thought alone made her confused and concerned, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask. “i’m glad that i bumped into you.” she started, eyes forcing themselves back to the limitless sky. “it seems quite sad to watch fireworks alone. the company is appreciated. even if it was accidental.”

[ameliaclifton]

briar-williams‌:

“–Well, from what I heard, I feel like you both are really close. So, it’s more like an insight from someone who came from his inner circle.”

She had heard rumors about her employer, Ardan in particular. Some might have questioned her decision to work for him and Zavier. But as far as she’s concerned, they have been treating her well.

“–Do you have any suggestion regarding work around the vampires? I will be sharing the room with Zavier. I just don’t want him to feel like it isn’t safe to be around me..”

amelia smiled and nodded her head when she mentioned that they seemed close. she didn’t know really how true that was now. there was no use in mentioning any of that though.

thinking about what advice to give was hard. she figured covering the basics was best for now though. “well, it’s obvious, but be cautious. always try to be sure that you don’t accidentally get any cuts on you while at work because you’ll definitely, um.. well attract the bad kind of attention that way. zavier has a lot of control, but it’s better to be safe then sorry.” she explained. “i have a sneaking suspicion that he won’t be easily convinced, but he’ll learn to grow to the idea of trusting himself around you.”

[akanesource]

deanastacia  Brutally soft 🌙 @adelaidekane

[ameliaclifton]

LAWFUL GOOD:

A lawful good character acts as a good person is expected or required to act. They combine a commitment to oppose evil with the discipline to fight relentlessly. They tell the truth, keeps their word, helps those in need, and speaks out against injustice.

[ameliaclifton]

vampardanism:

TIME SKIP / BEFORE THE CHAOS !!

it was almost three weeks since he’d last seen amelia — and yes, he’d been counting the days. he was in a constant state of wanting to talk to her, to smooth things out AND at the same time, he wanted to run, and just keep running again until he couldn’t anymore. he wanted to be anywhere else but here, where he could bump into her at any given time — and yes, he’d been paranoid about it. he knew he fucked things up and he was terrified about the fact that he might make things worse if he opened his mouth and told her why he left her hanging.

ardan stepped away from the crowd of people, starting to feel claustrophobic as he found a better spot just behind the crowd, just close enough so he could keep watch on his kids without really being too close. his eyes were drawn towards the clear skies, trying to count the stars before the fireworks show began — when he caught a whiff of her. he chuckled, humorless and a bit strained. life was never fair to him. he’d been counting days numbly and was paranoid about meeting her — paranoid about having to explain himself. but what he should have done was to anticipate or to expect that things always wouldn’t go just as he pleased. and so, it’s exactly been three week and three days when he does finally cross paths with her. he doesn’t bother turning to look at her, doesn’t bother lowering his eyes from the great expanse of stars as he opens his mouth in greeting.

“ hello love. ”

over the last three weeks she had thought over how she was going to confront him about that happened; how he just left after yanking her up into a crashing kiss. she knew everything she wanted to say and all of the questions she wanted to ask when the time came. however, as she saw the tall man not too far ahead that entire plan changed.

when amelia saw him in the distance she first questioned if she should even near him. she didn’t know what what kind of messaged would come across if he happened to see her actively walking away. she had to take a deep breath and brave it. she moved over to his side. she stole the quickest glance at his features before looking up at the sky as well.

“hello,” she said as she looked over the starts. she wondered which ones he found himself looking at, and if by whatever unlikely chance they were looking at the same ones. 

it was funny. how her plans had drastically changed within moments. she was truly a coward. she didn’t dare plan on bringing the kiss or their borderline argument up. beside numerous questions that she didn’t anticipate being actually answered, she had nothing to say about it. simply because she was terrified of pushing him back to his wandering again. “i was worried about missing the show. i’m glad i made it out in time.” maybe it was a subtle way of saying she was happy to see him after all this time. “are you well?” the dreaded small talk. she felt uncomfortable, but she’d feel more uncomfortable to just leave.

[ameliaclifton]

briar-williams:

A hint of a frown marred against her features, as she edged closer. There’s something within the look in her eyes that caught her interest. It wasn’t her place to speculate, but she couldn’t help to wonder about the meaning beneath the change of her expression.

“–I’m afraid I don’t know much about him. I worked for him, yes. Yet I only got the chance to meet him once, back when he recruited me. Do you mind telling me more about him?”

“well," she hummed out in thought. "while being a man littered with problems and a long list of people who’d rather him dead, he can actually be quite lovely.” a smile took her lips.

“he can grow to be quite compassionate, and puts a lot of value protecting those who he cares about." her mind mulled over how he had taken kade in, as well as how he raised lily. he was quite the protector, really. it was something that she adored. “though, he’s never been my employer so i’m not sure how to prepare you to be his employee.”

[ameliaclifton]

ohasher:

things will look up. it was a little hard to believe with the way things had been going for the past couple years, but there was something about hearing it from her made him hopeful. “i’ve only got the whole of eternity left for that, huh?” he shifted to look up at her, smiling softly. “i’ll do my best to be careful. no more following strangers into alleyways.” really, the last thing he wanted was for amelia to have to worry about him. he still had questions for her—things he wanted to know but was too afraid to ask. he wanted to know what it was like… being alive for so long. wanted to know if she was lonely. how out of line would that be? “but… how are you doing, amelia? i hate to show up after forever and only talk about myself.”

brows rose when she had pieced together that he was attacked because he followed a girl into an alley way. “an alley way? really asher?” she had a soft smile so it wouldn’t sound so judgmental, but the situation alone still screamed ill intentions. she knew that it was his soft heart that let him get into the mess in the first place though. “please be careful.” she shook her head. 

“me? i’m well.” she answered with a soft nod of her head. the incident with ardan had happened a couple days beforehand, but she was too unsure of the situation to really report on it. plus she wasn’t quite sure how she would even go about talking about that regardless. “and you love? other than the lack of control thing, and the blood ordeal, of course. do you like working at the hospital so far?”

[ameliaclifton]

vampardanism:

THE VAMPIRE FELT INTOXICATED the longer they clung to each other — the fingers on the lapels of his jacket tightening as if the woman feared that he would disappear once more. he closed his eyes as amelia’s lips descended on his neck, making it known that he was truly missed. he missed her too. but he couldn’t find the proper words to say at such an intimate moment, thinking that if he even dared to speak, things would go differently.

DIFFERENTLY —– ? he wanted to laugh. things were already different with how things were going — with his arms wrapped around her and the feeling of her lips soft against his skin. he’s been imagining something like this with amelia for a while now. 

he’d known the female vampire for centuries but it took him literal decades to befriend her and more years for her to fully trust him. because with a man ( a monster ) like ardan coldwell, who would ? and as the years went by, with them almost always crossing paths, things changed and his feelings did to. he started seeing her as something more than just a friend. and it terrified him.

he wanted the moment to last. he wanted things to slow down for a while and just revel in this soft moment. he wanted this, he wanted it all even if it did scare him. but of course, whenever things were going good, something always made him think differently. like the fact that christiana seemed to always creep back into his mind. at the sudden thought, he opened his eyes, as if snapping back into reality. he looked down at the vampire, almost crying at what he saw. he didn’t see amelia — he saw christiana.

he suddenly remembered now. he remembered why he chased after amelia for so long. he remembered how persistent he was about befriending her. but then again, she wasn’t christiana. she could never be. they looked alike, yes, but they were too different especially since amelia was in his arms and christiana was long gone. but then again, no matter how much he felt differently, once christiana made herself known — he couldn’t will her to go away.

he blinked rapidly, feeling tears prick at the edge of his eyes. he’s never cried in a while, and he didn’t want to now. he unwound his hands from the other, fingers shaking as he slightly pushed amelia away. he was looking away from her as he held her at arms length — not wanting to see a familiar face looking at him in question. he could’t do this to amelia — not until he was sure that what he felt for her was genuine and not because of someone from his past. 

“ i missed you too amelia but.. ” he choked out, finally giving her pained look. “ i’m sorry love. but i can’t.. i can’t do this to you. ” it was all he managed to say, before disappearing from her sight. 

decadent was really the only words that came to mind as amelia tasted the other vampire’s lips and skin. she could get drunk off of the feeling. even this short time that they were together left her feeling inebriated. part of her knew that this was a long time coming, but another also saw it as some sort of miracle. things had clearly changed over time, but she had ever actually thought about it becoming something more. 

it felt like she was ripped from a day dream when she felt his hands move to her arms and put her arms-length away. she looked over him confusion riddled over her features. his eyes couldn’t match hers at first. he must have felt guilt for this. when he did speak and his eyes finally cut to hers, but it only said things she didn’t want to hear and cryptic works she had no inkling on how to decode. she want to ask why or what did he mean but he was already gone. 

she wanted to call out to him. she wished she was fast enough to grab his hand, but she wasn’t. he was long gone. she couldn’t even hear the frantic noise of his footsteps anymore. she let out a breath as she felt how shudderingly empty the air felt around her. felt now very alone and very cold. her arms moved around her torso and she turned back to the 

amelia had always thought over the fact that she’d be the one who had a lot of baggage, but now it seemed like nothing compared the absolute fucking enigma that was ardan coldwell. 

sitting back down on the ground amelia tried to drown her thoughts with the soft sounds of the rushing water. she tried to stop think that maybe she should have held on a little tighter or said something sooner; however unsuccessful. 

[ameliaclifton]

ohasher:

“that’s just crazy,” he shook his head before heaving an exasperated sigh, dropping his head to amelia’s shoulder. “but i guess i shouldn’t be surprised by anything by now. i just hope… not too many humans catch on. they’re… dangerous in numbers.” he’d mumbled, recalling how easily he was overtaken by the girl and her thugs. “i’m not even good at being a scary powerful immortal being,” he drawled out, chuckling half-heartedly. “after all this i can still be a target and get my ass kicked. tell me… does it ever get easier?” 

“it really is,” she sighed with a nod. amelia smiled as head dropped to her shoulder. “if it’s any consolation i’m not good at the whole scary part either.” her head dropped on top of his. “things will look up.” she reassured with a definite and sure tone. “it’s miserably cliche, but really power comes with age. until then, just be vigilant and don’t underestimate anyone. i don’t know what i’d do if something happened to you.” 

[feng--su-blog]

Hollywood makes it Worse

[ameliaclifton]

feng--su:

“It seems we’re in the same situation,” Feng points out, deciding they both would seem a little less odd if they both were going to go friendless. He also feels the relief that she too would have gone alone. 

“Oh? That sound a lot better than what I was going to do,” Feng goads her. His plan had to been just to sit on the lawn, but a blanket and some wine… “I haven’t had wine in ages.” 

“I heard one of the movies was a horror,” He tells her, “I hope you’re okay with that sort of thing. I always found them quite laughable.” 

“oh?” she smiled as he said that he hadn’t had wine in ages. “well bring my favorite bottle for us to enjoy.” she gathered all they needed pretty quickly. she tossed it all in a bag that the then threw on her shoulder. she closed the door behind her; this time being quite sure to have her keys with her. 

“i don’t typically watch a lot of movies,” amelia admitted. “but i can certainly see how horror could be fun and humorous for us.” she grinned as she started to walk down the sidewalk with her friend. “i’ve never actually been to a drive in either,” she smiled. “you’d think with so much time on my hands i would have explored more, but that’s not exactly the case.”

[ameliaclifton]

ohasher:

his head tilted as amelia began, following her to the couch and taking a seat. it was comforting being able to sit beside someone and not have to suppress an ever-present hunger. he could understand now why vampires preferred each other’s company, or none at all for that matter. his brows furrowed as she explained, never having expected this outcome out of all the outlandish reasons he’d bounced around in his head after the attack. “so… you’re telling me… our blood is like crack?” he asked rather simply, all eloquence lost in light of this new realization. “so this is definitely illegal, right? how the hell does this go on right under the hunters’ noses?”

amelia’s calm demeanor broke with a small smile when he lost tact for a moment. it was a normal reaction. “well, yes.” she nodded. “it can be quite similar in some aspects.” the vampire explained. “it is illegal, yes. hunter’s will try and lock someone away if they find out that you’re selling your blood. it’s hard for them to figure out where it’s coming from though so it’s easy for it to go on for awhile.” she sighed as she thought on how ardan and zavier were both in the middle of this mess and how dangerous it was becoming. “the most important part is that you keep yourself alert and prepared, okay? anytime their supply runs low, they’re going to go for the new ones, the ones they think they can take down.”

[ameliaclifton]

ohasher:

the worry slipped away, features softening with the touch of amelia’s hand. she had to be the most understanding person he knew—the type to make you warm with only a few simple words, because of the sincerity she wove into each one. he was grateful for her. maybe other makers weren’t so kind. maybe he was lucky in some odd way. he slowly nodded his head, restraint being his biggest battle since this all happened. and maybe a bit of self-loathing. but maybe that was just another side effect. “i’m trying to work on it, i am…” he trailed off, remembering the blood thieves from the alley. “but… something else happened too. i was attacked on my way home from work the other night. i mean, thankfully oliver showed up out of nowhere and—well he took care of it, but… those people were trying to take my blood. they knew what i was, and they wanted my blood? it doesn’t make any sense.”

amelia’s brows rose with a mixture of shock and worry. she didn’t know that this had happened at all. she wanted to ask the obvious question are you okay, but - she knew that if he wasn’t he wouldn’t be here asking after-the fact. “well, it does make some sense.” she shook her head and guided him to sit with her on the couch. 

she hadn’t even thought about explaining this to him. she didn’t it expect it to be an actual issue though because it usually wasn’t one. if possible she planned on keeping the darker things of the supernatural world a bit out of side from him. there were too many dangers that came with simply knowing. “well, vampire’s blood can have certain effects on other species when consumed. it can be hallucinogenic- and even addictive in a lot of cases.” she explained. “there’s been people selling it around town lately, meaning more people are getting addicted. when supply runs low if they’re scummy enough they’ll do what it takes to get it.”

[feng--su-blog]

Hollywood makes it Worse

[ameliaclifton]

feng--su:

Events in the city are different than in a such a small town. Going there, there are crowds and crowds and one can get lost within it, so going alone hardly seems strange. Maybe, one meets friends there, or there’s handfuls of other individuals who also ventured to the social gathering alone too. Antisocial meets social, blends in, and escapes with dignity and only a few stressful interactions to add to the list: overall it’s easy. However, Asteria is smaller than he is used to, and everyone knows everyone and seeing the aloof hairdresser on his own might seem more peculiar than they’d like. Rumors might start, people might question, or worse: try and talk to him.

Sometimes friends are safer. He finds himself in front of the door of a woman he had met a few days prior, and instead of breaking into her door, he finds himself knocking on it with slight apprehension. And finds himself completely flabbergasted when she opens the door to an unexpected visitor. “Oh,” He breathes sharply inward. “Hi, uh, I was in the neighborhood and was wondering, if you’re not doing anything, they have that drive in movie, and it would probably be a lot more entertaining with company.” Maybe he should have rehearsed that proposal, but it already being said, he dwells in the lame wording in the short silence before her answer.

Originally posted by j-miki

amelia had settled into her couch for the afternoon. it was just another day. nothing eventful had really been happening, and she wasn’t exactly expecting anyone at the moment. so when she heard a knock on her door she was a little confused, but also excited. she opened the door just to see the familiar figure that had helped her out the other day. 

“oh, yes. i’d love to actually!” she felt so relieved to have a reason to get out of the house. especially with a new friend. “i had wanted to go to that actually. i just didn’t want to be one to go alone.” she admitted with a half smile. her voice and expression was a little sheepish when it was also kind of admitting that she had no one that could go with her to see a movie. 

“but um,” she was moving past it. “i have a picnic blanket, some snacks, and some wine? how does that sound?” she smiled as she stepped over to a chest that held a blanket that seemed perfect for picnicking. 

[ameliaclifton]

vampardanism:

HE WAS AT LOST AS TO WHAT TO SAY. her actions made him feel so cold yet her words gave him a semblance of warmth — and that left him somewhat confused. he was certain he and amelia were close. he was certain they were particularly good friends. he was even certain that they were more than just that — he knew there was something there. and to think that she was hurting so much just because of him.. his chest felt tight all of a sudden and he turned away, his back to hers.

                                 “ but can you not see how it kills me, ardan?! ”

his eyes stared out from where he came from, body screaming at him to run — run away from these thoughts that confused him. run away from all the feelings that threatened to make themselves known. he couldn’t do this to himself, not again — not after everything he’s been through. his fingers continued to tremble, eyes strained as he stared into the woods that felt much safer than the current space he was in. 

                                 “ i know that i can’t stop you from leaving. ”

he could leave now, leave and stay gone until the confusion ceased to exist. he could leave now and true enough, she couldn’t stop him if he did. as if his body agreed, his feet shuffled forward, hastily and almost tripping on himself. he wanted to get away. get away. get away.

but before he could even make it pass through the first line of trees, his body froze and he turned back. he suddenly felt angry. his eyes were blown wide and his fingers continued to tremble. how dare she ? how dare she make him feel this way ? why should she make him feel this way ? why should he run away because of confusion caused by her ? fuck. fuck. fuck. he wanted to scream. he had to stop. he should stop. he should—

                                      “ amelia. ” he heard himself say.

he was so angry that it took him a moment to realize that he was back to where he previously stood, just a feet behind the female vampire. “ amelia. don’t ignore me. look at me. ” it was voice within him, one he hasn’t heard from himself in awhile. “ look at me ! ” he heard himself roar, tone laced with anger and desperation. his mind was in shambles. as if he didn’t have full reign on himself, he leaned forward and impatiently yanked the younger vampire up on her feet. 

ardan stared into her eyes, as if asking why. why would you make me feel like this ? why would you ? why ? but before words could be uttered within the space between them, his lips crashed desperately into hers.

amelia didn’t hear anything; save for the gurgles of running water below or the occasional hum of insects exploring the summer air. it was silent for what seemed like a very long time until she heard his footsteps. it made her heart jump. it seemed as though he was coming forward to comfort her, and while she wanted to be annoyed that even after snapping the way she did he still dared to come towards her, she wasn’t. she felt cared for and happy that she may actually feel his touch after all.

the sounds of his feet told a different story though. he wasn’t coming towards her; he was moving away. she had effectively pushed him away. she wanted to break, wanted to cry, because now she understood what it felt to be truly alone. letting out a breath she lowered her head to rest against her knee. 

she wasn’t anticipating him to come back. so when she heard her name she kept her eyes away. she didn’t understand him. she didn’t understand this back and for that ardan was doing. when his voice sounded impatient, angry she turned and looked to him. she couldn’t read his features, though amelia was never good at that anyways. when he pulled her to her feet she felt completely confused. moments ago he seemed scared to take a step closer to her.

amelia eyes searched his; they were asking the same questions he brought to her. why? she didn’t know the answer, and she hardly knew which why’s she was asking if she were being honest. why was he doing this? why did he bother turning around? she kept her gaze on him until he moved forward.

when she had felt his lips crashing against hers it all went away. her eyes closed as she felt her body not only give in to the comforting embrace of a kiss, but also give it back. her lips pressed roughly back into his. one of her hands tangled in his hair, and the other began gripping his shirt. trying to pull the other vampire closer. she was desperately hoping that pulling him in would prevent this complicated affection from ending. because god she never wanted this to end.

her kiss deepened. jaw slacking to allow him further entry. her hands gripped tighter on her anchors of him as she indulged in his taste. amelia didn’t know that this would mean. how or even if things would become different after today. she simply reminded herself that this wasn’t about what would happen in the future; at least she wouldn’t make this about that. this was about now, and he was more than enough for her right now.

the vampire pulled away to look over his features once the kiss broke. her eyes were drawn to nothing but him.  “goodness,” her eyes closed as she moved back into him. instead of returning to the lips she found sweeter than candy, she peppered soft kisses along his neck and collar. “i’ve missed you so terribly.” she whispered.

[ameliaclifton]

briar-williams:

“–Way too ambiguous ways, that I agree.. He can be an insufferable git at one moment and being unbelievably nice within the next seconds.”

She musters a quiet sigh, before bringing her gaze down to her hand. She wasn’t expecting a miracle that her employer will suddenly grow comfortable with her presence, it will take time. While she wasn’t able to grasp her head around what she meant by ‘a good track’, Briar is more than willing to take it as a good sign.

“–How about Ardan? Did you know him as well?”

amelia smirked at the fae’s passionate words. it was endearing to say the least. she hoped that she wouldn’t feel so negatively after time passed.

amelia pressed her lips into a flat line at the newly mentioned name. a lot of feelings and memories can be triggered by something as simple as a name. she twisted the flat line into a smile and nodded her head. "yes, I do. i’ve known him for awhile.”