unfamiliar cadence

𝙐𝙉𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙄𝘼𝙍 𝘾𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀

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i wish my writing ability would come back to me 

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:)

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if jack and eva asked me to join them i would have. r.i.p code vein protag

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​❝  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐈  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐎  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘.   ❞   Velveteen hand loosens upon the rifle's trigger, lowering the barrel to cross her chest.  Admiring the remaining handiwork scarring battleground, the elegant brutality wrought by crimson-clad stranger upon gold and holy-imbued monsters.     Gone now,    sent back to whence they came. 

❝   But what were they,  exactly?  ❞    Curiously,  Eva reaches for the final particles of light afloat in air.  Those fingertips brush nothingness, as each one passes whilst remnants dissipate.  Their imagery stings despite being embellished beasts.  Oh, how they spoke by appearance alone.  

 ❝  They remind me of ...  ❞     At a loss, the revenant doesn't finish her sentence.    She already knows the answer. 

            @umbrahs​

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etrobeauty​:​

         Howls of the lost creatures interrupts the silence of the grounds. The sounds to cue precaution along the travels. The fog miasma shrouded delineate the concentration volume of lost. “ — I wonder how long it has been since they’ve turned. ” The revenants who have met their fates with the misfortune ambience. To advance was impeded with such warning. Before she protested, a bag held out to her, containing the most essential assets in this world: blood beads. Skepticism ensued for the rose-haired revenant. Usually revenants are very protective when blood beads were obtained.  Still, it was valuable that one cannot afford to deny as the risk of frenzy without the source was standing. “ Assisting me as best as you could? Not many I find would merely hand over blood beads just like that. ”

❝    𝐈’𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑,    some are more far along than others.  ❞    Though once corruption sets in and any indication of humanity has fled their visage,  time becomes tricky.  Do they have any sense of how long they’ve wandered as blood starved beasts?   Her head lifts just so to meet the stranger’s gaze,   stray light from above catching the lens of her purifier.  It offers but a glimpse of the woman she is beneath the mask,   grey eyes alight with violet hue,  crinkling by the edges with hidden upturned lips. 

She’s correct,  any other revenant would have to be on the cusp of turning themselves to part from scarce and sacred resources.  

❝  I have my reasons.     You think I would give you all I have?      ❞   She can picture the scold from her partner already,  about attracting attention.   But if she can save one revenant for a day from sharing the same fate as those before her.  The act alone would be worth it.   ❝    I don’t want to see anyone else die today.    My only condition is that you keep this exchange between us.    ❞

[adampvrrish]

if i disappear under mysterious circumstances do not come looking for me. i meant to do that

[nylilcosmos]

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❝  𝐇𝐌,  𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄.   ❞   She makes her observation simple,  but it’s one far too shallow to describe just whom she spies in lurking.  This wasn’t a habit of hers.   Everyone is fleeting to this place,   regulars and newcomers,  kindred and humans alike,  as a crowd they rise and fall beneath the sway of the sun and moon.  All except for her:   eternal songstress of the night.  Famed to a few,  their precious secret between ruined buildings and backend alleys.  

Single digit adorned in black velvet traces a line over polished wood surface; a trail from stranger to origin,  until finally her delicate hand settles by the edge.   They’re in the dwindling hours before sunrise now,  not many left to continue their feeding, and no ambling humans left to be ushered away in unsuspecting lull.  Remnants of conversation continue from the other side,  a few Ventrues holding out in talks for a better deal.  The music is a background rather than at the forefront.     The show is over,   but the song never ceases.  A tune continues behind the smile upon scarred visage,  fangs never bared.  It will follow her unto the death they call a kindred’s sleep,  and onto the next night thereafter.    

 ❝  How did you find tonight’s show?  ❞   One question,  two meanings. 

@bellecosebabe

[adrasteiax]

I endure from moment to moment— days pass all alike, tortured, intense.

H.D., from The Gift in “Collected Poems 1912-1944″ (via adrasteiax)

[luthienne]

Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays (tr. Jan van Heurck)

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WHICH TWO GREEK GODS ARE YOUR PARENTS?

HYPNOS & HARMONIA.

Oh, sweet child of sleep and harmony! Your father dwells in the Underworld among the poppies, and your mother turned serpentine for love. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by calmness, insight, and serenity. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of meditation and silence as you grow into your power.

tagged by: @bellecosebabe thank you!! tagged: go ahead and steal

[bloodsong]

❝  𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐎?  ❞        The ravenous cries of those already lost,  chittering and groaning through the night,   hungry as the smoke and miasma laden in air.  Single wave of her elegant gloved hand to attract attention,  before pointer finger stays in front of her face to convey the hesitance gas mask could not.  A request for the stranger to cease passage forward,    whence the successor had just traveled.     ❝    If these are what you’re after,     ❞      Brandished bag of beaten down leather is shown, cover slightly ajar in revealing scarlet and ivory.  Straggling leftovers of blood beads,  but they’d be a plethora amidst this drought. They hadn’t been hers originally,  only found after what she can piece together ...  an unfortunate scene.    

                                             ❝  Please,    take mine instead.  ❞

                   @etrobeauty​

[bloodsong]

i’ll be online sometime after 3 but like 4 starter 

[puppy95]

Permanent dark eye circles squad

[bloodsong]

plays code vein for the first time in weeks. 

immediately hits a lost invasion. 

[bloodsong]

holds eva’s face just like this

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Alive or dead,    the stiff heart,   as the hours slide through moonlight,   squeezes blood and memory.   Written by Red.