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Auro comes from "aurum" - the Latin word for gold. [French.] 'vérité' - truth.

,, auroverite. “ - private | independent portrayal of the Vampire ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔩𝔢 from Twiligh͠t saga ; book & movies compliant , revived in '25. Satirized by 𝐷𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 —- both mun & muse are 30+.

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#ooc.#positivity ;#🌺🌺🌺#{ -emerging days and days suuuuuuuuuper late but AYE }

Calisle's relationship with the Volturi is conflicting yet very fluid.

He perceives their existence as absolute necessity to maintain the order in nocturnal world

Based on first while he tries to not perceive them as a threat - the more his family expands with gifted people the more he's worried which leads him to eventually start overthinking the first

#ooc.#{ it's the concept of strangle/hug. But oh he internally knows too well where the expansion of his family brings him despite his motives #being purely noble and dang if you ask me there needs to be more about Volturi politics }#to be expanded.

nixscriptum

#study‚ㅤ・𝐈. )

“ can i stay with you for the night? i won’t be a bother..”

Unspoken narratives of disparate natures couched the polite acknowledgment in a subsequent offer. However, eddy concern of a minor complex happened to be stirred by instincts. Aureate eyes perceived Caspian's casual appearance, noting the subtle details and shifts in search for clues. And of course, the unexpected request prompted a cascade of questions within the immortal mind. Could it be that some dire circumstances had driven the weilder of another non-human essence to seek sanctuary on territory typically shunned by his kind?

" If you don't mind sharing a roof with a vampire, then neither should I be worried to welcome a furry company, "characteristic blend of dry wit, then shifted into inquiry, invariably tempered by a keen, analytical mind, " but I need to know ... are you in trouble? "

#luposcainus #& Caspian.#answered ;

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" I've forgotten what it's like to feel young. "

#zoanthropiic #answered ;

quad4xel

HE SWALLOWS THICKLY, frustration visible on his face. admitting that he's purposely tearing himself apart for the attention is out of the question. saying what he did is better, a more solid answer for him. the man's right, alexei wasn't snapping at him. sometimes his frustration with himself bubbles to the surface and explodes out. it has for decades, he's never truly been able to figure out how to regulate his emotions. blame that on having outbursts for years and years when he wasn't getting the attention he demanded. he'd lash out at anyone around him, just start yelling and crying.

BUT NOW, now he can feel the weight of everything on his shoulders. like someone is hanging off him. the doctor's right, russians get very prideful. alexei's always had some sense of pride, even when he was all alone in the world. servants and staff would offer to help him and he, in the biggest voice a child could manage, would tell them he didn't need help with whatever he was doing. that was, unless he fell and hurt himself. then he would be crying for them to help him. pride is a weird thing, especially in a vampire. even more so in one like him, where any slight to his ego is seen as a grievous offence to his entire persons. yes, he's accomplished so much, but he needs more. he needs all of it. everything he can get. it's insatiable, his need for attention and validation. ❝ it is not enough. it never is. it never will be. i have to do more, be more. be better than everyone else. because if i am not, they will all stop paying attention to me. ❞ it's said in a hushed, aggravated tone, he doesn't want everyone around them hearing. he's worked hard the last three years to build his reputation back after being called out for what he is, spoiled and rude.

❝ i am nothing if not noticed. having all of that attention on me is like... some sort of high. and if i do not keep raising that bar, i will eventually lose that attention to someone else. ❞ WHY IS HE EVEN SAYING ALL OF THIS ?? maybe he just feels like he can be vulnerable around carlisle. alexei isn't really sure why he's giving away so much information. he sighs, taking a sip from his water bottle. there's not a drop of water inside of it, it's entirely amaretto, but no one needs to know that. after giving himself a moment to recuperate his emotions, he looks at the other. ❝ what i want is attention. it is all i have ever wanted, since i was little. i want people to notice me, to tell me that i am doing a good job, that i matter. that — ❞ he hesitates, eyes going wide. he's rarely admitted this to anyone, only a few people know why he does what he does, why he runs himself ragged and destroys every part of himself for the attention. ❝ that they love me. ❞

IS HE REALLY HUNGRY ?? honestly, he can never tell anymore. he always feels hungry, but he hasn't figured out if it's for blood, attention, or something else. ❝ i do not know. ❞

auroverite

It seemed that Alexei had spent those years meticulously reconstructing his image after being labeled as spoiled and rude, and now he felt an insatiable need to prove himself. The pressure to excel, to outshine everyone around him, consumed him; he feared that without constant validation, he would fade into obscurity. Each day felt like a performance, a relentless pursuit of perfection that left him exhausted yet unable to step back. As he confided in Carlisle, a flicker of vulnerability emerged, likely surprising even himself. It was a rare moment of honesty, one that felt both liberating and terrifying.

So that's how things were; he was stuck.

He wasn't expecting the younger vampire would open to him, and the fact stunned him even faster. It was a daunting prospect, one that required a level of vulnerability he had long avoided. In that moment of introspection, he could only admit, with a sense of confusion, that he did not know. The lines between his desires blurred, leaving him adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

After a brief pause to gather his thoughts, he revealed the core of his longing: a desperate craving for acknowledgment and love, a need that had been ingrained in him since childhood. Laden with significance, the admission manifests as he hesitated, grappling with the weight of his own honesty. It was as if he had peeled back a layer of his carefully constructed facade, exposing the raw, unfiltered truth beneath. The truth was that he was not just hungry for attention; he was yearning for affirmation, for someone to tell him that he mattered, that he was worthy of love. This realization struck the doctor, illuminating the shadows of his past. And honestly, the only thing Carlisle could do instead of reply was a deep, prolonged sigh; for this was an internal battle only Alexei himself could attend. '' Right people will always love you no matter what -- to such you won't need to prove anything. '' The scent of blood was undeniable, so he didn't even have to ask him about his diet; instead, shortly before final zipping, he reached for a small bottle from the bag he carried along in case of 'emergency'. '' Anyways, here, '' he handed it over to Alexei in case he'd want it, lifted brows jestfully enhanced the following emphasis for curious cats who might be listening, and for Alex to understand it was all but what he mentioned, '' 'tomato juice' for good blood pressure. ''

#& Alexei.#bloodiedice #{ djkfhskj sure 'tomato juice' }

la-nero-maestro

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Violin Concerto In F Major, RV 293 ; Op.8 No.3 - L'Autumno (Autumn) From Le Quattro Stagioni (The Four Seasons)

I. Allegro II. Adagio Molto III. Allegro ‘Caccia’

By Composer Antonio Vivaldi

Performed By Director Giuseppe Lanzetta, Violinist Christiane Edinger And Orchestra Da Camera Fiorentina

#chants‚ㅤ・ 𝐈𝐕. )#v : v for volterra.

devorantescorda-2

@auroverite liked for a poem

In shadowed halls where silence sighs, I met the light within thine eyes. No breath, no heart—yet still so kind, A soul unspoiled, unlike mine.

Thy mercy walks where death should tread, A healer 'midst the cold and dead. While I, in darkness forged and torn, Have only known the curse I’m born.

Yet still I speak thy name at night, A whispered hope, a stolen rite. For though I dwell in ruin's flame, I burn in silence—speaking thy name.

#saved & cherished #{ Excuse me?? I need enhanced eyes emoji for this BC it's beautiful! We gotta keep. }#{ Not Carlisle definitely snatchin' secretly the fragment to save it in his library for readings amid midnight nostalgia. }#saving ;

ancientsstudies

Château de Versailles by michaelthecanadian.

#study‚ㅤ・𝐈. )

tierradentro

“Euclid” (detail), c.1635, Jusepe de Ribera.

#study‚ㅤ・𝐈. )

nixscriptum

#lines to be remembered‚ㅤ・𝐈𝐈. )

tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.

actions speak louder than words || accepting.

The ornate frame of the mirror reflected deep burgundy slytherin around pale blue in elegant contrast.

While working the silk to perfectly sit at his collar, he barely registered the fall of soft footsteps inconspicuously gliding from behind and right over to him. It was Esme, her presence rang in a comforting reminder of their bond as she contributed to add a few precise movements of her own. His motion stopped. It was curious how such mundane act could be easily transformed into a cherished ritual. The architect's hands moved deftly, her fingers brushing against the fabric with a tenderness that spoke invigorating volumes, reminding him of the simple joys. While the outer world stirred with the hustle and bustle, time in the mirror froze, reflecting a tableau of partnership and affection.

Ocher eyes captured rising light, crinkling slighty at the corners. " I thought you were going to be late for seminar, " with a hint of playful surprise in his voice as he remarked on her timely arrival, admiring how the morning light illuminated Esme's elegant features and caramel tresses. Perhaps, but that wasn't until she decided to take charge of him. Tone, backed by humor, belied the deep devotion and care she put into this small, domestic moment they shared together, before the busy day ahead pulled them in separate directions.

The matriarch focused intently on adjusting the Windsor knot at his throat, achieving a crisp dimple and smoothing the line flat against his chest. She did the same with lapels of his suit jacket, admiring her handiwork and leaving Carlisle to appreciate the way his tie lay just so.

He caught her eye in the mirror, then turned slightly to meet her gaze, his expression softening, " Thank you. "

#wastheheart #& Esme.#answered ;

feltferal

It was a ridiculous, unnecessary stunt on paper. One vampire alone unable to kill one human. Several vampires if the dead were included. Pathetic until anyone looked past the weak easily killed target to the strange masses that protected her. Men in wolf's skin and the largest coven on this side of the Atlantic.

Carlisle was wrong though. They could have done it without help. Jasper had done it with fewer numbers but that came with casualties. No one here was expendable. He glared at the floor to avoid scowling at elder. "There are alternatives," he rumbled, voice deep in his chest and bordering on unintelligible. Scraped a hand through hair in consideration before returning to leaning forward with elbows on knees.

"If we found them-" Victoria had slipped past but he refused to believe anyone without a gift could hide an entire army in one state "-we lower their numbers. They're coming to us, sure, but letting them bring the fight puts us at a disadvantage." His lip curled back in a brief snarl. "It doesn't make any sense. You put three newborns on an acre and they'll still try to eat each other alive. They should be killing enough to spot them a mile away."

@auroverite - cont.

auroverite

Jasper's military mind voiced dissent, the younger vampire's frustration evident in the rumbling timbre of his voice and the tense set of his shoulders. Of course, ... killing Bella would be on the list of easy options, but Edward decided he could not live without her, which left Carlisle no other choice but to raise hands in defeat.

The garage doors automatically lowered the gate, and he joined the former major's vicinity by the darkening woods, while concurrently pondering his words. They happened to discuss well in nature, where no one disturbed them. With a reluctant nod, he finally spoke, '' We can give it a shot; find the nest and eliminate them one by one, but what worries me more is their growth in number. Considering the risks, we know not the true size of the force that moves against us, nor what dark gifts they may possess. After what happened with Victoria —-, " he did not finish that, although Jasper likely knew what he wanted to say by brisk inhale and momentarily tight shut of snowy-lids, " —- we can't put our best chances to rely on Emmett's strength, it wouldn't be fair, and I don't want to lose any of you ... not even Bella. ''

" They won't dictate the terms of engagement, not when there can be a more favorable path that lies before us. We know this place, the city, the forest, and so do wolves. I believe we can find common ground, '' his head inclined ever so measured in its carefulness as now he prompted more intently, '' speaking purely hypothetically, would Quileutes ever agree to form an alliance ... would you agree to little training? ''

#feltferal #& Jasper.