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[agentofliberty]

[the-mad-old-queen]

"Cara Alessandra, long I have waited to meet you. I think, one of these nights, we should steps outside the shadows and talk. I feel we have... mutual acquaintances" Eudoxia (chiaroscurojournals)

“Mutual aquaintences? You don’t say...” Allesandra turns her gaze to the speaker, letting her eyes roam over the feminine form that is unfamiliar to her. Not someone from Severaine’s coven then. “And who are you?”  @chiaroscurojournals

[chiaroscurojournals]

Marcus hadn’t been truthful with her but Eudoxia didn’t expect anything less from the arrogant Roman especially when it came to assets, secrets and asserting patience. And Eudoxia was quite curious to put to test what Marcus and his minions had amassed for that she sought the truth among exaggerations “My name in this modern age is Xia Darvalas but you might know me better as Eudoxia since our tales have sprung from traitorous tongues. Maybe I have my facts brimming with fairytales but aren’t you not the maker of Santino, former Coven Master of Rome?” Eudoxia kept her gaze on the younger vampire and waited for an answer.

[everarddelanden]

Headmaster Aquila

It would have happened eventually. Everard was actually quite surprised he had managed to survive last half-term, the full summer and the first few weeks of school without it happening. He should have told them himself, but knowing his parents, that would not have gone over well. Not that this was any improvement...

Everard had been sitting at Starbucks when he got a call from home. This always being his mother, he had picked up with his usual, energetic ‘Salut maman.’. But it had been his father. And when his father called, it was always bad news. Being demanded by him to come home instantly was not an order one ignored if they wanted to live. Of course on the Uber ride home, Everard knew what had happened; Uni had called. 

All the way down there, Everard had to keep himself from jumping out of the driving vehicle, knowing that would require less courage than stepping into the lounge to meet his parents’ livid gazes. When he eventually did, they had him sit down for at least a full hour of occasional raised voices, consistent scolding and non-stop reprimanding. Both his father’s livid rant and his mother’s quiet disappointment were both equally successful at making him feel like- well, shit. He also barely got a word in, which was fine. There was not much to say and they did not seem particularly interested in hearing it right then anyway. As usual when his father was angry beyond reason, everything became under scrutiny. It got so bad, that even the subject of Everard’s long hair became a point of complaint.

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So now, early the next day, they sat outside of Headmaster Aquila’s office, waiting to be let in. Everard sat in between his parents. Breakfast had been horridly uncomfortable, especially as it had just been them and Everard. His mother had not said a word. To avoid his father coming at him with the bread knife, Everard had wisely tied his hair back. Another thing he had done to ease his father down in his rage, was put on a simple yet tidy suit, fit for an official meeting. A feeble attempt to show some sense of responsibility in a moment where he was believed to have none. He also knew killing the time by pulling out his phone would be a bad move, so he just sat there, watching the minutes on the clock tick away, already wishing for this day to be over.

@chiaroscurojournals

[chiaroscurojournals]

Marcus rose as well and greeted David, shaking hands and quite pleased to see them all here at last. He invited the professor to take a seat and resumed the meeting. He had expected a change in Everard’s approach but the change he was seeing now was intriguing. He caught briefly, his assistant, Adrian, texting him on chat details about meetings scheduled late in the afternoon, a small smirk of satisfaction as he liked quite a lot the way the young man was keeping a firm grasp on Marcus ever so busy schedule.

He meet David’s eyes as soon as Everard finished his plea and resumed his focus on the young man. He was beginning to think deeper about the causes what made Everard quit or as he put it so elegantly “what had gotten into him”. His school had its fair share of students who started out really good and now were struggling to meet expectation, usually it came down to family, love or personal quests in terms of academic challenge and Marcus intended to find out exactly what had happened, if not from Everard from others.

“David, I thank you for joining us. I know you also had the chance to work with Everard and considering the way his academic pursuits is going to, I would also like your presence, advice and everything else, I know you can offer in this case. In the end” he turned his face towards Baptiste and Eleonor “we all wish the best for Everard and want to help”. Marcus let that sink in before resuming.

“Taking responsibility of one’s actions is the mark of an adult and that I respect however, as I have been told and I do have some evidence I that matter, help has been given as well as second chances to help you. Professor Talbot was been and remains one of these professors who still believe in you and wheatear you chose to believe it or not, I believe in you as well but this isn’t a first or close to a second strike in terms of chances given and life isn’t gracious in giving many chance” he turned to David, encouraging the professor to participate in this meeting.

@immortal-gentleman @everarddelanden

[everarddelanden]

Headmaster Aquila

It would have happened eventually. Everard was actually quite surprised he had managed to survive last half-term, the full summer and the first few weeks of school without it happening. He should have told them himself, but knowing his parents, that would not have gone over well. Not that this was any improvement...

Everard had been sitting at Starbucks when he got a call from home. This always being his mother, he had picked up with his usual, energetic ‘Salut maman.’. But it had been his father. And when his father called, it was always bad news. Being demanded by him to come home instantly was not an order one ignored if they wanted to live. Of course on the Uber ride home, Everard knew what had happened; Uni had called. 

All the way down there, Everard had to keep himself from jumping out of the driving vehicle, knowing that would require less courage than stepping into the lounge to meet his parents’ livid gazes. When he eventually did, they had him sit down for at least a full hour of occasional raised voices, consistent scolding and non-stop reprimanding. Both his father’s livid rant and his mother’s quiet disappointment were both equally successful at making him feel like- well, shit. He also barely got a word in, which was fine. There was not much to say and they did not seem particularly interested in hearing it right then anyway. As usual when his father was angry beyond reason, everything became under scrutiny. It got so bad, that even the subject of Everard’s long hair became a point of complaint.

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So now, early the next day, they sat outside of Headmaster Aquila’s office, waiting to be let in. Everard sat in between his parents. Breakfast had been horridly uncomfortable, especially as it had just been them and Everard. His mother had not said a word. To avoid his father coming at him with the bread knife, Everard had wisely tied his hair back. Another thing he had done to ease his father down in his rage, was put on a simple yet tidy suit, fit for an official meeting. A feeble attempt to show some sense of responsibility in a moment where he was believed to have none. He also knew killing the time by pulling out his phone would be a bad move, so he just sat there, watching the minutes on the clock tick away, already wishing for this day to be over.

@chiaroscurojournals

[chiaroscurojournals]

Marcus watched Everard carefully now and shook his head at the young man’s statement “I believe young Everard here is aware about the taxes a school year implies. We have students who work very hard to achieve a scholarship and get here and work even harder to keep said scholarship and continue their studies. Hard work, Everard. Ambition. Focus. Drive. Determination. What we do here, what we teach it’s not a game. It prepares you for the world outside and trust me when I tell you, it’s harsh, merciless world for everyone” Marcus tone was very serious as he addressed Everard. 

“Yes, dropping out was a hasty decision especially when many teacher’s tried to help you. I told you before, when you first came here with your parents, my doors are always opened and if you wished to talk, I was here for you as I am with everyone attending here. We do want what is best for you. All of us want that because Everard, whether you like to hear it or not, you are a gifted student but you do know the old saying “shame you for fooling me once, shame on me for fooling me twice” Marcus spoke, his voice not faulting and keeping the serious tone. He noticed in the corner of his eye, a small bleep and text being typed from his assistant, coming  from their work chat application, confirming the presence of a fellow professor. 

“Acta non verba, Everard. What would be different this time?” Marcus understood Baptiste and Eleanor were trying their best right now to get their son back to school and he sympathized with them, in the end every parent tried everything when it came to their child but Marcus wanted to see Everard take more responsibility with his actions. 

@everarddelanden @immortal-gentleman

[everarddelanden]

Headmaster Aquila

It would have happened eventually. Everard was actually quite surprised he had managed to survive last half-term, the full summer and the first few weeks of school without it happening. He should have told them himself, but knowing his parents, that would not have gone over well. Not that this was any improvement...

Everard had been sitting at Starbucks when he got a call from home. This always being his mother, he had picked up with his usual, energetic ‘Salut maman.’. But it had been his father. And when his father called, it was always bad news. Being demanded by him to come home instantly was not an order one ignored if they wanted to live. Of course on the Uber ride home, Everard knew what had happened; Uni had called. 

All the way down there, Everard had to keep himself from jumping out of the driving vehicle, knowing that would require less courage than stepping into the lounge to meet his parents’ livid gazes. When he eventually did, they had him sit down for at least a full hour of occasional raised voices, consistent scolding and non-stop reprimanding. Both his father’s livid rant and his mother’s quiet disappointment were both equally successful at making him feel like- well, shit. He also barely got a word in, which was fine. There was not much to say and they did not seem particularly interested in hearing it right then anyway. As usual when his father was angry beyond reason, everything became under scrutiny. It got so bad, that even the subject of Everard’s long hair became a point of complaint.

---

So now, early the next day, they sat outside of Headmaster Aquila’s office, waiting to be let in. Everard sat in between his parents. Breakfast had been horridly uncomfortable, especially as it had just been them and Everard. His mother had not said a word. To avoid his father coming at him with the bread knife, Everard had wisely tied his hair back. Another thing he had done to ease his father down in his rage, was put on a simple yet tidy suit, fit for an official meeting. A feeble attempt to show some sense of responsibility in a moment where he was believed to have none. He also knew killing the time by pulling out his phone would be a bad move, so he just sat there, watching the minutes on the clock tick away, already wishing for this day to be over.

@chiaroscurojournals

[chiaroscurojournals]

“Yes, this is the classical pursuit however it seems Everard here has taken matters into his own hand and decided to do as he well pleases. I understand perfectly that it would be that path you see him going but at this point, forgive me my bluntness here, attempts had been made and made again and Everard decided to take another road” it infuriated Marcus but he couldn’t exactly force the boy to abide with what felt like the collective wish and he didn’t have something to pursue him with. He noticed a small bright bleep on his laptop and the name of his assistant texting him “Do forgive me, for one second. I need reply on an urgency” he began typing a small thought popping in his mind as he switched the channel and saw that one professor Talbot was online and began to text the man and invite him in his office, mentioning who was already there.

Finishing quickly his task, Marcus resumed with the discussion.

“Key words here, Baptiste, finishing the second and third year but from what I’ve seen, I seriously doubt on the commitment at this point from Everard” at this point Marcus worked a gamble he had set for himself based on a personal supposition but he had played more dangerous cards in the past and waited for the knock on the door and to be able to move with the strategy.

@everarddelanden @immortal-gentleman

[chiaroscurojournals]

|| right, it feels kinda empty around here. Anyone wants to play with Bianca or Jesse or Marcus or Adrian? I promise they won’t bite...too hard :3

[everarddelanden]

Headmaster Aquila

It would have happened eventually. Everard was actually quite surprised he had managed to survive last half-term, the full summer and the first few weeks of school without it happening. He should have told them himself, but knowing his parents, that would not have gone over well. Not that this was any improvement…

Everard had been sitting at Starbucks when he got a call from home. This always being his mother, he had picked up with his usual, energetic ‘Salut maman.’. But it had been his father. And when his father called, it was always bad news. Being demanded by him to come home instantly was not an order one ignored if they wanted to live. Of course on the Uber ride home, Everard knew what had happened; Uni had called. 

All the way down there, Everard had to keep himself from jumping out of the driving vehicle, knowing that would require less courage than stepping into the lounge to meet his parents’ livid gazes. When he eventually did, they had him sit down for at least a full hour of occasional raised voices, consistent scolding and non-stop reprimanding. Both his father’s livid rant and his mother’s quiet disappointment were both equally successful at making him feel like- well, shit. He also barely got a word in, which was fine. There was not much to say and they did not seem particularly interested in hearing it right then anyway. As usual when his father was angry beyond reason, everything became under scrutiny. It got so bad, that even the subject of Everard’s long hair became a point of complaint.

—

So now, early the next day, they sat outside of Headmaster Aquila’s office, waiting to be let in. Everard sat in between his parents. Breakfast had been horridly uncomfortable, especially as it had just been them and Everard. His mother had not said a word. To avoid his father coming at him with the bread knife, Everard had wisely tied his hair back. Another thing he had done to ease his father down in his rage, was put on a simple yet tidy suit, fit for an official meeting. A feeble attempt to show some sense of responsibility in a moment where he was believed to have none. He also knew killing the time by pulling out his phone would be a bad move, so he just sat there, watching the minutes on the clock tick away, already wishing for this day to be over.

@chiaroscurojournals

[chiaroscurojournals]

Marcus listened to what Everard was offering as an argument, peppered with his parents reactions. The young man had hit on what some would say the mother of obvious but Marcus was interested to peel the fragile official statement in favor of the real, raw deal.

"Valid point, Everard but there is a reason to this lack of trying harder and giving up"Marcus said as a matter of fact, pulling further papers from the file, various essays and exams taken by Everard.

"You are smart and have a mind for various domains. You show a lot of promise for debate. You have knowledge and talent to pass exams easily and if you would try a little harder you would pick up your grades easily. This is not about you not being able to, this is about you giving up and at your age it's intriguing" Marcus leaned back in his chair, examining the boy. Something told him this was more than a decision to simply fail because the grades and interest weren't coming together.

"Maybe we can discuss options related to your studies" Marcus proposed taking a quick Glace at Baptiste "I do know students here who discovered different pursuits during their studies. Law students with an interest in the entertainment field. That can translate into entertainment and copyright law. Chemists who became fascinated by sociology, anthropologists who made a turn for political science. What would we your field of interest? Because, as you so well stated it. We're closing for the third attempt. What do you want to do with your life, Everard? "

[everarddelanden]

Headmaster Aquila

It would have happened eventually. Everard was actually quite surprised he had managed to survive last half-term, the full summer and the first few weeks of school without it happening. He should have told them himself, but knowing his parents, that would not have gone over well. Not that this was any improvement…

Everard had been sitting at Starbucks when he got a call from home. This always being his mother, he had picked up with his usual, energetic ‘Salut maman.’. But it had been his father. And when his father called, it was always bad news. Being demanded by him to come home instantly was not an order one ignored if they wanted to live. Of course on the Uber ride home, Everard knew what had happened; Uni had called. 

All the way down there, Everard had to keep himself from jumping out of the driving vehicle, knowing that would require less courage than stepping into the lounge to meet his parents’ livid gazes. When he eventually did, they had him sit down for at least a full hour of occasional raised voices, consistent scolding and non-stop reprimanding. Both his father’s livid rant and his mother’s quiet disappointment were both equally successful at making him feel like- well, shit. He also barely got a word in, which was fine. There was not much to say and they did not seem particularly interested in hearing it right then anyway. As usual when his father was angry beyond reason, everything became under scrutiny. It got so bad, that even the subject of Everard’s long hair became a point of complaint.

—

So now, early the next day, they sat outside of Headmaster Aquila’s office, waiting to be let in. Everard sat in between his parents. Breakfast had been horridly uncomfortable, especially as it had just been them and Everard. His mother had not said a word. To avoid his father coming at him with the bread knife, Everard had wisely tied his hair back. Another thing he had done to ease his father down in his rage, was put on a simple yet tidy suit, fit for an official meeting. A feeble attempt to show some sense of responsibility in a moment where he was believed to have none. He also knew killing the time by pulling out his phone would be a bad move, so he just sat there, watching the minutes on the clock tick away, already wishing for this day to be over.

@chiaroscurojournals

[chiaroscurojournals]

Marcus listened with practiced patience as Nicolas de Lenfent attempted to navigate through his own feeble arguments of why and how before he delved into his new found passion for music. As much as Marcus wanted to believe in a newly discovered path in life, he knew accomplishedd violinists didn't show up at Nicolas age. At his age, most of them had a career and albums. The boy was setting himself for failure and Marcus had promised Maurice de Lenfent, former soldier of fortune turned fresh minted businessman that he wouldn't let his son fail his studies and steer him away from a life of playing the fiddle. Maurice wanted a lawyer, possible a prosecutor in the family. His mother, Liliana was move into the arts. Perhaps the boy had inherited from her his talent but Marcus was a man of his word. As he steered Nicolas to the door, he encouraged the man to give a second thought to the choice he would make.

"It doesn't have to be such a rift, Nicolas. Pursue law studies, they become helpful enough for artists in a long term approach" Marcus added as he opened the door and accompanied the young man outside his office. He saw the de Landen family and greeted them with a nod of his head before turninbg to Nicolas "I believe the head of the Law Studies department is waiting for you, Nicolas. I expect to see attendence on all classes this semester and better grades. Ad astra per aspera, young man. It served generals and artists alike" Marcus concluded and watched Nicolas nod his head, salute Everard and march himself to the Law Studies department.

"Eleanor, Baptiste. It's been a while. Please stept inside, I looked forward for this meeting" Marcus opened wider his door and welcomed the family his eyes falling on Everard "It's good to see you, Everard. I had hoped we would meet under better auspices" Marcus adressed the young student before following the family inside his austere office. Spartan like, with the usual library and photos of his former comrades from war and his medals. His injuries had made him refigure his life and follow in his father's footsteps but instead of a military academy, Marcus had opted for a more liberal institution.

"I have read the latest about Giuscard. Everyone here is very proud of his recently appointment. He will be great. We hope to see him this fall for a series of lectures here. The younger students would benefit from a mentor like him" Marcus walked to his desk "Please, take a seat. If you wish for something to drink, I can call my assistent and he can bring something for us" with the usual pleasantries out of the way, Marcus took a seat and opened a file with Everard's name on it. Each student had a file just like that one containing grade records and attendance sheets. In Everard's case there was also an extra file added there regarding dropping off his studies. He hadn't expected this move although there had been signs related to his performance.

Pushing the file before Everard's and his parents, Marcus began addressing the situation at hand.

"I believe you are all aware of this note, I confess I didn't expect it to happen. Although Everard had struggles with his studies and this major, I believed he would find some inner strength and continue, perhaps even be inspired by some of his friends ambition. I do believe one of his friends is now one year ahead of him. Potential, you do have Everard but I am puzzled about these constant lacks of balance in your academic performance. This university has some of the best professors here and we pride ourselves with our graduates. I had hoped to see you among them, like I have seen your brothers. What made you take this decision? "Marcus asked the question. Although he knew the family, the way young de Landen had acted and the brash move he had made didn't sit well with him. There had been signs of greatness but there had been terrible lows to the sparkles of high in Everard's academic journey.

@everarddelanden

[chiaroscurojournals]

Adrian

[the-vampire-amadeo]

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Whatever this was, Bianca felt the need to protect her sweet Amadeo. Oh, she wanted to be believe in that kind of magic her dear one was speaking but on some nights, she tried her best not to roll her eyes. Right now, she hated seeing Amadeo like this.

She sighted hearing him willing himself to go away so quickly “Shhh, carino. It’s quite alright” Bianca forced herself to give her best of smiles and put her mind to work “How about I accompany you home? It’s been a while since we had a nice stroll. Maybe in a gondola? Or you feel like sneaking through the streets. I wish you would stay with me tonight but if you feel like going back home then allow me to walk with you. Cheer you up a bit. I heard there’s a festival going on in the piazza. Those not so virtuous actors are putting on a play. We could also dance and sing in the streets” Bianca offered.

Amadeo smiled at Bianca’s attempts to cheer him up and reached up, stopping just shy of touching her face. He didn’t want her to feel the coolness of his skin like this, he hadn’t thought to grab any gloves on the way out that evening. “I would love to spend the evening with you…” But he knew he’d have to leave before the dawn. Ah his beloved Bianca. He let his hand fall back down to his side once more.

“Perhaps you can walk back with me.” But what would this new immortal do if she thought her position was threatened by the beautiful courtesan? “I don’t know… how this woman will take to your presence at the Palazzo, however.” While Bianca had always been considered by himself, and nearly everyone else in Venice, to be the Lady of the Palazzo de Romanus - there was a new Lady in town. Was she staying? Did she think she could replace Bianca? “I’m not too much in a mood for a festival, my lady. I doubt I would be appropriate company for you…”

[chiaroscurojournals]

Bianca noticed the way Amadeo was shunning away from her touch. And she noticed the way he tried to keep something from her. There was more to this "You will spend the evening with me but give me a moment to arrange myself so I don't look a fright when when we go out" Bianca smiled and moved to her vanity, picking up a soft brush and running it through her locks, making sure the curls hug the way she liked it and the jewels she kept on her tresses hadn't jagged. Adding a soft touch of rose balm painting her lips a bit, Bianca turned to her sweet Amadeo "Now, let's get you home"

Her eyebrow rose as Amadeo mentioned again La Signora "Alright, we won't stop by and see what is happening in the Piazza but now that you've intrigued me with this mistery lady, I would like to see her for myself" Bianca's brush with mischief courted her again but she refused to let Amadeo be alone, not now and not like this "Besides, what can this Signore do to me? Perhaps look down on me knowing of what I am. I've faced those stares before, amore mio. Come now, it's been a while since we walked together through the streets or you can entice with a ride on the gondola, down the channels until we reach Signor Marius palazzo"

[chiaroscurojournals]

@thevampiremariusderomanus

Bianca felt the gentle stirs of the night falling over. Once she was fully awaken, she began her ritual, washing herself and selecting which gown to wear. She examined her skin, each night feeling a bit paller. She was exaggerating at times with these observations but Bianca kept noticing small changes. She embraced them as she had embraced the new life her beloved maker had offered her.

Once she was dressed and ready, Bianca made her way to where Marius had retired. She felt herself becoming an apprentice herself, a sort of priestess of ancient times. Some of these thoughts offered a small consolation as her heart ached over the loss of the boys she had also loved.

Making her way through the what she felt was a labyrinth of halls, Bianca saw the figure of Marius in the distance and decided not to step further. She loved him dearly and most the times, Bianca navigated a peculiar dance of feeling afraid, drawn, ensnared and adoring Marius. Even injured, he had managed to hold on to his strenght, his size, the way he carried himself, the power he exuded made her remain in awe like a young maiden before her first night with a man. Everything Bianca had felt for him once she was mortal, now felt augmented, love, devotion and passion washing over her sense like the sweet blood she drank each night. Even the act itself felt intense when she shared it with her ancient maker.

“Buonasera, Signore” Bianca spoke, her voice echoing over the walls as she kept herself close to the wall, not wishing to disturb further.

[thevampiremariusderomanus]

Marius was smiling even before he looked up from the book that he stood with, head down at her approach as if he were reading its yellow pages. In truth, he had heard her delicate little footsteps coming to him, those wonderfully soft, dainty slippers sounding against the hard ground of their remote castle to announce her gentle arrival, and he was ready for her appearance. The ease with which he stood was partially affected so that he would not seem eager.

He marveled at her each night as if she were new to him, as she had been the first night he’d met her among her luscious splendor. The moment he loved her before he even knew her name. After the recent awful years they had to suffer to find their way here, to this comfortable and rich place together, he adored nothing in the world more than her. The very sound of her voice each night reminded him of his devotion and gratitude to her. There was no way Marius could have survived what had befallen him without her– not just physically, but emotionally. Bianca had saved him from that, too. At his most bitter, she was the balm that soothed his anger and despair. Her constant words of assurance, seeped with love, calmed down his frequent rages. 

At her greeting, he shut the book and set it upon the desk he stood leaned against. After a moment, he pushed himself off the edge and approached her, his hands out to cup her small face, tilting it to where he could press a kiss to the center of her smooth forehead. She looked unspeakably lovely in her gown.

“Darling,” he said, his voice tender from its affection. “Did you rest and wake well? I’m always anxious when I waken. We’ve so much to do to make this place a home, don’t we? We need not act as paupers now.” As he spoke, he left his lips against her skin, lingering there with her against him where he could smell the perfume on her skin. 

But after so long, it grew indecent and he took a step backwards.

“What is it that you would like to have in your new home? I’ll give you anything you want. Anything.”

[chiaroscurojournals]

Bianca followed Marius' présence, his questions following the embers of her own silent thoughts "I slept well" she offered a smile. In death she slept better than in life. Her mortal sleep was plagued with nightmares. Her own guilt and resentment lived inside her dreams turning every step in the unknown mortal slumber into horror. Now, everything was different and she marveled herself at her detachment.

"Perhaps we could bring some beauty to our home. Paintings, sccuktptures, tapisteries. Some of them show lands so far away. Images of ancient cities" Bianca loved to gaze upon those intricate landscapes. Of virtue and biblical imaginery where what the times offered, she enjoyed finding those small treasures giving glimpses of places she only knew by name and tales. Sometimes, she tried to replicate what she read about on paper but it seemed to weak and void of essence, mirroring her lack of true knowledge.

"We could also acquire some of the new books. I've heard about some new authors. I could read to you" her voices felt like an echo clinging to the walls around them.

"And music" her lips curled into a soft smile "I could try and see if I can capture with my voice these new styles" she always dabbled with art, never settling for something truly hers. She loved beauty and art, always had and always will.

[chiaroscurojournals]

Bianca looked at the gowns displayed on her bed, figuring out which one suited her better. Clearly, the exact opposite of what her family had in mind. At times, she felt like burning these gowns, with their purpose and the misery they brought. Picking up, her goblet, Bianca took a sip of the red wine and decided to refresh her look. Starring at her face in the mirror brought forth a slew of decission she had made over the past months and years. She kept combing her hair and changing some of a the jewels she had first selected. The room was suffocating her and as soon as Bianca deemed herself perfect in the eyes of men and God, she made her way outside, exchange à few pleasantries with those already gathered in her house and retired for a few precious moments in the garden.

Finding out a recluse spot, Bianca took a seat in the marble carved bench and pulled a small book she had taken from the room. Poems written by a new Venitian prodige. Some felt written on command with little heart and dept. Others made her smile or brought her to tears.

Bianca kept reading until she felt the small lights of the candles diminishes and familiar presence made her face light up with a smile.

"Amadeo, Mio Dio, I missed your company dearly. Come, take a seat beside me" Bianca spoke, moving a bit and offer a seat to her dear Deo.

@the-vampire-amadeo

[the-vampire-amadeo]

Amadeo couldn't get the thoughts out of his head that he was going to be replaced. Yes, Marius loved him, but he hadn't exactly been on his best behavior lately. And he obviously missed this woman. They had history. Marius had cried for her. He looked over at Bianca, looking up at her, then bowed his head slightly to hide his shame. Here he was, a newborn fledgling, and how on earth was he supposed to get by on his own? "Yes, close to magic... and maybe what they have is pure magic..." he said softly. He looked up at the other male and shook his head slightly.

"No, I didn't get much chance... Marius whisked her to the Palazzo and then was... sobbing into her skirt upon arrival..." He shook his head slightly. He pulled his knees up to his chest and pressing his face into his knees to hide his face and shook his head slightly, his hair hiding him from view. "I have to go back," he said softly. It would be dawn soon, he knew this. But god, he didn't want to go back. he wanted to stay here like he would have done if he'd still be human. Before he'd been made vampire, he'd have curled up right here, the only place he'd felt safe other than the Palazzo.

He looked up at Bianca, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Bianca... I am so sorry. I shouldn't... I shouldn't have come here and thrown all this on you," he said softly, shaking his head a bit. "I shouldn't get you involved... just... leave this woman's past... alone." He didn't want that woman, Pandora, having a reason to kill Bianca. Marius himself had told him that Bianca had done things... if Pandora were like them, she might think Bianca was fair game. He couldn't let that happen. He had to keep Bianca off of her radar. He'd put her in danger with his selfishness.

[chiaroscurojournals]

Whatever this was, Bianca felt the need to protect her sweet Amadeo. Oh, she wanted to be believe in that kind of magic her dear one was speaking but on some nights, she tried her best not to roll her eyes. Right now, she hated seeing Amadeo like this.

She sighted hearing him willing himself to go away so quickly "Shhh, carino. It's quite alright" Bianca forced herself to give her best of smiles and put her mind to work "How about I accompany you home? It's been a while since we had a nice stroll. Maybe in a gondola? Or you feel like sneaking through the streets. I wish you would stay with me tonight but if you feel like going back home then allow me to walk with you. Cheer you up a bit. I heard there's a festival going on in the piazza. Those not so virtuous actors are putting on a play. We could also dance and sing in the streets" Bianca offered.

[rp-memes-cafe]

Ask my muse anything you want

Any time you want. However you want. No matter the topic, subject, genre, it doesn’t matter. Ask away. It can be serious. It can be silly. It can be NSFW or SFW. When I say anything, I mean anything! You’re not bothering me, I promise. In fact, you’re making my day!

[chiaroscurojournals]

♒ If they could choose how to die, how would they want to go?

Bianca thought about it before deciding to reply "I would meet the sun. Back home, in Venice. I would climb at dawn on top of the rooftop of what was my old family house. And I would wait. I would wait until the sun would kiss my skin once again"

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Horrific Headcanons

Send a symbol for a headcanon about my muse. All horror/angst/scifi related.

✘ Have they ever committed a murder? ▼ What is their greatest fear? ✿ Would they ever trust dark or wicked magic? △ Name one thing from their past that they regret. ✂ If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be? ☣ Would they kill someone close to them if they had to? ☢ Would they survive an apocalyptic situation? ❣ If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to? ☠ Do they fear death? ♱ What do they think awaits them after death? ¿ Are they easily frightened? ╳ How would they react to seeing a loved one become possessed? ☹ Name one person they would kill for. ☼ If they had the choice to be immortal with one other person, who would they choose? ☎ How would they react to receiving a phone call from a deceased love one? ★ Do they have a favorite scary movie? Book? Show? ♣ Do they believe the world is made up of good and evil? ♥ Have they ever acting out of heartlessness? ☾ What is their favorite and least favorite thing about the night? ψ Do they think they deserve punishment for their wrongdoings? ϟ Have they ever gotten pleasure from causing others pain? ♚ Do they consider themselves to be evil? ♒ If they could choose how to die, how would they want to go? ™ Are they possessive? ✔ Are they holding a grudge against anyone? ◯ Do they believe in ghosts? ✦ Who is their favorite villain? ☄ While watching a scary movie, are they the one clinging to a friend or being clung to? 웃 Do they believe in aliens?