[casssanguine]

𝖠𝖭 𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧 , 𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 & 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗘 (𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒) 𝖱𝖮𝖫𝖤𝖯𝖫𝖠𝖸 𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖦, 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝑪𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑹𝑨 𝑫𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑪𝑼 𝖥𝖱𝖮𝖬 𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖨𝖣𝖤𝖭𝖳 𝖤𝖵𝖨𝖫 (𝖡𝖨𝖮𝖧𝖠𝖹𝖠𝖱𝖣). 𝖮𝖢-𝖥𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖫𝖸, 𝖢𝖱𝖮𝖲𝖲𝖮𝖵𝖤𝖱-𝖥𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖫𝖸 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖣𝖮𝖴𝖡𝖫𝖤-𝖥𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖫𝖸. 𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖭 𝖮𝖭𝖤 𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖲𝖤 𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖫 𝖡𝖤 𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖤𝖭𝖳. 𝖬𝖤𝖣𝖨𝖴𝖬 — 𝖧𝖨𝖦𝖧 𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖨𝖳𝖸 LEVEL.

𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖵𝖨𝖫𝖸 𝖨𝖭𝖲𝖯𝖨𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖡𝖸 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖢𝖠𝖭𝖮𝖭𝖲, 𝖦𝖠𝖬𝖤𝖲, 𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖲𝖮𝖭𝖠𝖫 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 & 𝖣𝖤𝖤𝖯 𝖠𝖭𝖠𝖫𝖸𝖲𝖨𝖲. 𝖶𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗒 Dawn, 𝗌𝗁𝖾/𝗁𝖾𝗋, +𝟣𝟩, 𝖦𝖬𝖳 +𝟣. 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙍𝘿 & 𝙈𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙎

You can also find me on: @ohmylittlesoldiergirl & @umbreliveira ❕

[casssanguine]

Today's Cassandra's voice actress birthday. She passed away in 2021, but happy birthday, Jeanette! I love u with all my heart, please come back to see your fans

[casssanguine]

If Cassandra went crazy when Ethan broke into the castle, imagine if it were Mia who sneaked into it... A woman, completely "harmless", who has been infected with the mold. This girl would have been even crazier.

Let's keep in mind that the Dimitrescu Daughters wanted Ethan, especially, because he was infected with the mold and, therefore, had moldy blood. Flies love rotten things, and Cassandra has been taught to believe that women are better than men, I'm pretty sure of it. Just look at her mother. Mia would've never had a chance, lol.

[leneemusing]

BLOOD  KINK  PROMPTS 

this is exactly what it is so ya know consume kink content at your own discretion.  general content warning for blood consumption, cannibalistic implications and knife cutting. *blows a kiss* this ones for all you monster fuckers out there. 

[ CUT ]  for sender to use a knife on receiver,  making light cuts on their skin as a form of foreplay. 

[ SLIT ]  for receiver to use a knife on sender,  making light cuts on their skin as a form of foreplay.  

[ BITE ]  for sender to bite receiver hard enough to draw blood during sex. 

[ BITTEN ]  for receiver to bite sender hard enough to draw blood during sex. 

[ CLING ]  for after battle sex with both muses covered in blood. 

[ TASTE ]  for sender to bite receiver’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood. 

[ TASTED ]  for receiver to bite sender’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood. 

[ SAMPLE ]  for sender to wipe at smeared blood on receiver that isn’t theirs then proceed to lick it off their finger. 

[ SAMPLED ]  for receiver to wipe at smeared blood on sender that isn’t theirs then proceed to lick it off their finger. 

[ TAKE ]  sender has a small injury and receiver wipes away some of the blood then licks it off their hand. 

[ TAKEN ]  receiver has a small injury and sender wipes away some of the blood then licks it off their hand. 

[ CONSUME ]  sender needs to feed on human blood,  receiver makes cuts in their skin for them to feed off of. 

[ CONSUMED ]  receiver needs to feed on human blood,  sender makes cuts in their skin for them to feed off of. 

[ OFFERING ]  sender lets receiver feed on their blood through whatever means is natural for them. 

[ OFFERED ]  receiver lets sender feed on their blood through whatever means is natural for them. 

[ GIVE ]  sender wipes their own blood off their skin then puts their blood-stained fingers to receiver’s mouth for them to lick clean. 

[ GIVEN ]  receiver wipes their own blood off their skin then puts their blood-stained fingers to sender’s mouth for them to lick clean. 

[ MUFFLED ]  for sender to bite receiver during sex to muffle themselves but end up drawing blood. 

[ MUFFLING ]  for receiver to bite sender during sex to muffle themselves but end up drawing blood. 

[ DRINK ]  sender feeds off receiver’s blood by biting their breasts. 

[ DRINKING ]  receiver feeds off sender’s blood by biting their breasts. 

[ SAVOR ]  sender is giving receiver oral then bites their thighs to lick at their blood. 

[ SAVORING ]  receiver is giving sender oral then bites their thighs to lick at their blood.

[ PAIN ]  sender makes cuts in receiver’s thighs before or during oral. 

[ PAINED ]  receiver makes cuts in sender’s thighs before or during oral.  

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

[uniiicornmemes]

On anon or not, tell me what YOUR headcanons for my muse are.

[vivi-llain]

savour

[missoniony]

A fanart I did some months ago that I still love🥹

[casssanguine]

𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠: (𝘅) | @dani-dimitrescu

Now that caught Cassandra’s attention. The maid writing about Bela in her diary? Oh, that did sound interesting. Although… Did the little mouse even have a diary to write in?

Cassandra tilted her head like a predator in the middle of a hunt.

ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “And do you think she has a diary? ”」ㅤㅤ────── She asked. Her flies began to buzz more agitatedly, some of them even crashing into each other out of Cassandra’s sheer sadism: if the maid truly was in love with Bela, she was most likely suffering.

And other people’s suffering was something the middle sister enjoyed very much.

ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “Yes, yes… Exhausting. ”」ㅤㅤ────── She muttered, making a dismissive gesture with her right hand.

ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “Maybe, Daniela, we should get to work. We wouldn’t want them to have a hard time now, would we? ”」ㅤㅤ────── She added after a brief pause.

Truthfully, Cassandra wasn’t agreeing with her sister for her sake, but out of interest.

Perhaps she could sink her teeth into someone sooner or later. And although Bela was terribly protective, the idea of having a personal blood bag didn’t excite Cassandra as much as it did others.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR SILENT ACTIONS THAT SAY A LOT *  i wrote these with the implication that the sender doesn't say a word before they perform the action. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ tug ] sender tugs receiver behind them during a tense moment

[ pull ] sender pulls receiver out of harm's way at the last second

[ tuck ] sender stares at receiver and quietly reaches up, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind receiver's ear

[ yank ] sender yanks receiver closer to them, ending up in semi-suggestive close proximity

[ steady ] sender grabs receiver's arm to steady them before they fall over

[ walk ] sender moves around receiver and walks closest to the street as they travel down the sidewalk, keeping receiver away from any potential danger in the roadway

[ untied ] sender drops to their knee and starts tying receiver's shoe for them

[ spoon ] sender lifts a spoon towards receiver's mouth, encouraging them to eat

[ trace ] sender traces receiver's lips with their thumb

[ pin ] sender pins receiver to a tucked-away spot in the shadows to avoid being caught

[ neck ] without a word, sender dips down to receiver's throat and kisses them soundly

[ handheld ] sender slips a hand behind their back and grabs receiver's fingers as they stand behind them

[ carry ] without asking, sender takes receiver's heavy bags from them and carries them

[ lock ] sender and receiver lock eyes across the room

[ drink ] sender brings receiver a drink and holds it to their lips, insisting they take a drink

[ reload ] sender reloads receiver's gun for them in the middle of a fight

[ shelter ] sender uses their body to shelter receiver from an explosion or attack

[ carry ] sender picks up receiver and carries them off the battlefield and into a safe spot before running back to the fight

[ toss ] from a secret hiding spot only receiver and sender can see as they avoid an enemy, sender silently gestures to receiver to toss them (their gun, something valuable, etc.)

[ stairs ] sender offers out a hand to help receiver ascend or descend a staircase

[ cover ] sender covers receiver's eyes so they don't witness something gruesome

[ fix ] sender comes up to receiver and fixes their collar and/or tie

[ shake ] to convince receiver not to do something, sender hastily shakes their head from a distance

[ watch ] from a distance, sender taps on their watch to show receiver they're running out of time

[ i'll go ] sender gently pushes receiver back, taking charge and insisting they will handle the dangerous task

[ reach ] through a locked gate, sender reaches for receiver's hand

[ ship ] as receiver's ship takes off from the planet, sender waves to them from the ground and watches them leave

[ protect ] after someone threatens receiver, sender rushes over and gets right in their face to protect them

[ punch ] after someone attacks receiver, sender rushes over and punches them in retaliation

[ nip ] sender playfully nips at receiver's neck

[ knuckles ] sender kisses receiver's knuckles in a polite gesture

[ squeeze ] sender gives receiver's butt a playful squeeze from behind

[ danger ] as an all-powerful receiver is about to lose control of their powers and cause massive damage, sender finds their eyes and tries to talk them down

[ goodbye ] without saying a word, sender approaches receiver and kisses them goodbye

[ wipe ] sender wipes a tear from receiver's face

[ location ] without saying anything and giving away the surprise, sender takes receiver to a secret spot

[ hold back ] sender has to hold back receiver from attacking someone

[ game ] sender lets receiver win a game they're playing

[ shower ] sender joins receiver in the shower they're taking

[casssanguine]

𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠: (𝘅) | @dani-dimitrescu

Of course it was unusual for Bela to fall in love, and it was even more unusual for her to genuinely fall in love with a maid. The opportunity was tempting, but Cassandra's intelligence went beyond a simple desire to make things work. Besides, what if they only made things worse? Bela would wring their necks. And not only that — what if Bela's chambermaid ended up in the dungeons?

One thing was clear: Cassandra didn't care. But Bela did. And that was what truly stopped her from doing something reckless.

ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “ Daniela. ” 」ㅤㅤ────── Cassandra warned. Her little sister was already beginning to get carried away by her imagination.

The middle sister sighed, disheartened by the fact that Daniela seemed incapable of understanding that they couldn't meddle in matters that didn't concern them.

ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “ Fine, then. We'll just watch. ” 」ㅤㅤ─────── She replied. After all, the brunette found herself unable to give a firm no to those golden eyes sparkling with excitement. Of course, she would never admit it, but she loved her little sister far too much to be that cruel to her.

ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “ What else have you seen? Hmm? Has Bela sunk her teeth into her yet? ” 」ㅤ

[casssanguine]

𝖠𝖭 𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧 , 𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 & 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗘 (𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒) 𝖱𝖮𝖫𝖤𝖯𝖫𝖠𝖸 𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖦, 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝑪𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑹𝑨 𝑫𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑪𝑼 𝖥𝖱𝖮𝖬 𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖨𝖣𝖤𝖭𝖳 𝖤𝖵𝖨𝖫 (𝖡𝖨𝖮𝖧𝖠𝖹𝖠𝖱𝖣). 𝖮𝖢-𝖥𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖫𝖸, 𝖢𝖱𝖮𝖲𝖲𝖮𝖵𝖤𝖱-𝖥𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖫𝖸 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖣𝖮𝖴𝖡𝖫𝖤-𝖥𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖫𝖸. 𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖭 𝖮𝖭𝖤 𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖲𝖤 𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖫 𝖡𝖤 𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖤𝖭𝖳. 𝖬𝖤𝖣𝖨𝖴𝖬 — 𝖧𝖨𝖦𝖧 𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖨𝖳𝖸 LEVEL.

𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖵𝖨𝖫𝖸 𝖨𝖭𝖲𝖯𝖨𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖡𝖸 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖢𝖠𝖭𝖮𝖭𝖲, 𝖦𝖠𝖬𝖤𝖲, 𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖲𝖮𝖭𝖠𝖫 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 & 𝖣𝖤𝖤𝖯 𝖠𝖭𝖠𝖫𝖸𝖲𝖨𝖲. Written by Dawn, also known as Allie. +17 mun, GMT +1.

( Template by: @kaisources on Tumblr. 2nd picture fanart by @vivi-llain on Tumblr. )

[casssanguine]

𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠: (𝘅) | @dani-dimitrescu

Cassandra was not someone who got worked up easily. She listened to her sister's words and raised an eyebrow, skeptical.

ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “ Her chambermaid? You mean that little blue-eyed mouse? Ah. ” 」ㅤㅤ────── Her tone made it sound as though the revelation didn't surprise her in the slightest.

However, the swarm of flies surrounding her body began to buzz more intensely. Agitated. Frustrated? Perhaps protectively was the best word.

ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “ I knew Bela had been acting strangely. ” 」ㅤㅤ────── She admitted under her breath.

A slight tilt of her head when Daniela suggested helping or tattling.

As little empathy as Cassandra had for the maids, she cared about her sisters, and for the moment, with a cool head on her shoulders, she found herself incapable of doing something so cruel to her eldest sister.

ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “Are you insane? If we tell Mother, Bela will be in trouble. And I doubt Bela would appreciate us sticking our noses into her business. It's better to leave them alone... And see how long the little mouse lasts...” 」ㅤ

[kaisources]

꒷꒦꒷꒦༉‧🕯️‧₊˚.THE DARKNESS SEEMED TO BREATHE . . a collection of HORROR ROLEPLAY SENTENCE STARTERS based on horror films. genre: horror, thriller, mystery, crime.

Who's there?

Who are you? What are you doing in my house?

Please put the lamp down. I mean you no harm.

Show yourself!

What are you talking about? Who are you?

I am a ghost. I am a ghost. I am a ghost.

You can't leave the room abruptly without closing off with me.

Can you repeat to me what we are doing?

I'm dead. I was murdered in this room.

Murdered by whom?

A demon. It had a look of utter malevolence on its face.

An evil hell-bent on killing me, staring at me from two dark caverns.

I am the medium to the family that owns this house.

You are a ghost and you are haunting their house

You are a ghost and you're haunting my own house.

[Name], how long have I been dead?

I can't tell you that, [name].

So, I am a ghost. And you're trying to get rid of me.

Why can't I see you?

I remember meeting you for the first time. I thought you were a ghost.

I remember you asking me how I died.

That's usually where the story ends.

Can the family see me? Are there any children?

I'm the only one who can communicate with you.

Are they adversely affected by my presence?

They still feel your presence, [name].

That's what the family witnesses. That's why they hired me.

I was about to clean and now I'm dead.

Do you see how this is perplexing to me?

What did you do before you came in here?

Hauntings are nothing more than emotional imprints in time.

Well, if haunting is nothing more than imprints in time, shouldn't the living be able to haunt a house, as well?

I just don't know how to answer that question.

I feel like I just woke up from a dream in which I was alive.

You can't leave this room without closing off with me.

Before you leave, you have to walk through me.

It's different for every spirit. Every soul has a different solution.

Have you banished many spirits?

I wouldn't call it banishing, I'm guiding you into the next place.

I've guided every spirit I've met.

I don't know what I'm doing wrong.

I still feel like I'm waking up from a dream.

You used that the last time to calm me down.

What is it about that song?

I told you that the only way for me to jog your memory is if I repeat something that you specifically taught me.

Don't apologize. I'm used to it.

My family left me in this house, you know. To die,

Are you sure I can't just leave this house?

You're just passing through a memory.

What if I would open that door and leave this house, never to come back?

I've never done that or allowed any of the spirits to do that.

Perhaps I'll be like one of those legends in which a lady haunts the roads and lakes.

You don't really want that, do you?

I don't expect you to believe this, but I'm more concerned with guiding you to where you have to be than the well being of this family.

What's the worst that can happen, [name], honestly? I'm a ghost.

No spirit has ever told me that it was unpleasant.

People are often afraid of what they don't understand.

What's that noise?

Shh. It's just the machine getting warm.

Please! I'm scared!

I died. I died right here in a pool of my own blood.

I can't. The pain is too strong.

My mother used to tell me that I had a demon inside of me and that I needed to be exorcised.

I don't know. I would black out and before I knew it, 10 minutes would've passed. And terrible things happened.

I remember waking up from a blackout and my hand was wounded and bleeding.

My father wanted to take me to the doctor, but my mother just wanted to throw me in a lake.

It didn't dawn on me until three days later that they weren't coming back.

They left me here to die. They left me here to die.

I understand what it's like to be different. Believe me.

You and I are not unlike each other. You have to trust me.

I'm pretty sure that I trust you.

What should be happening right now?

Usually, you see a light and I guide you into it.

I see no light. And I can still hear you.

I know you're not ready to walk into the light.

In my experience, after spirits close off with me, they can freely walk about without any memory loss.

I just don't know if it's a good idea.

I screamed. I screamed out of fear.

I'm often terrified of night myself.

I've seen night and I've seen blackness.

This was nothing, and I've never experienced anything more frightening.

You become tremendously conscious, you can see each of your memories as they've been imprinted in time.

I'm in my bedroom and there's no one here.

Have I no memories implanted here?

Are you telling me that these are all nothing more than reflections of myself?

One of them looked right at me and another one heard me, I think.

It… it was pure horror staring at myself.

I'm scared to see what happens in this room.

I don't… I was murdered in this room. I don't know if I can handle seeing that.

You were not stabbed repeatedly by a man nor a monster.

You weren't killed by a man. You killed yourself.

You stabbed yourself repeatedly on that rug in this room.

I was killed by a man in this room. I know what I saw and I know what I felt!

You saw yourself in every room in this house except this one.

You're talking to a disembodied voice, and I converse with dead people.

I can see myself in every room in this house but this one.

I don't know why any of this is happening.

When you killed yourself in this room, you released not one soul, but two into this house.

You may have released two souls when you died, but they are still two halves of the person who lived.

I can't guide you into the light without your other half.

If I released two souls into this house, why haven't I seen him?

Why do you think you blacked out when you were alive?

How long has it been since you've spoken with me?

I have no memory of what may have frightened me here.

I never went there. I'll never go there.

This is a house for the living, not the dead.

Seek the light. Go to where you belong.

I've lived in your body for my entire life, living your insipid existence, hearing your futile pleas for answers…

I had to answer to your stupid name as it was called, lashing out whenever I could.

I tried to escape you, but you kept me at bay.

I've been called a demon and a monster, and yet I'm the victim.

I hoped for release when I killed you.

I hoped for freedom and light and all I attained was a prison…

For this reason, I sought you. For your death, I yearn.

Your god is dead!

No, I don't want to die!

Are you doing it? Are you guiding us?

I'm frightened. I don't know what to do.

I'm scared. There's no light. Everything's going dark.

Everything will be fine. I am a ghost. I am a ghost.

[casssanguine]

Cassandra......I think Bela has fallen in love.

ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “ Mhm? And who might that poor soul be? ” 」ㅤㅤ────── Really, she understood that her sisters were pretty, but who in their right mind would fall in love with a Dimitrescu? Especially with Bela, who was stern and oh so boring when the hunt came.

[casssanguine]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 (𝘅) | @bela--dimitrescu

Answers were what Cassandra was looking for. Not a “maybe” or an “I don’t know.” She wanted clear answers; at the very least, something that could clarify where they would be spending the rest of their lives.

If there was one thing the middle sister sought, it was control of the situation. She was desperate to know what was going to become of her. Of her, and of her sisters, of course. Even a bio-weapon needed time to recover its vitality and endurance.

ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “Ugh, really? You never stop complaining.” 」ㅤㅤ────── Her voice carried a tone that was both monotonous and defensive. Cassandra had been carrying the weight of her mother’s death on her shoulders for weeks, but of course, she wasn’t going to let anyone notice.

Had it been anyone else speaking to her like that, they would’ve already had a scythe to the neck and an opened jugular. However, Cassandra had to remind herself that she was talking to Bela: her sister. Her equal. Not just one of those servants roaming the castle like loose mice.

Just thinking about it made Cassandra miss those times. The worst part? The worst part was that it was her fault. She couldn’t protect her own, couldn’t protect her home or those she cared about most. She had let her mother die at the hands of a stupid mortal. Someone inferior. Someone she should have been able to kill with a snap of her fingers — that bastard Ethan Winters. The brunette only hoped the man had died of exhaustion, and that his daughter remained dismembered until her small, pathetic body parts rotted away.

ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “You don’t need to remind me!” 」ㅤㅤ────── A hiss as she leant slightly forward, as if she were about to pounce.

She let out a low growl as her legs began moving on instinct once again. Cassandra started following Bela for the second time, even if it felt like the world was collapsing on her.

ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “Come on, Daniela. Move your ass.” 」ㅤㅤ────── She added. This was all that damn man’s fault.

[megamyceted]

CASSANDRA DIMITRESCU resident evil village, 2021