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take the past || a blood of oxford mix • When She Came Back - Max Richter • Heads Will Roll - The Yeah Yeah Yeahs • An Historic Love - Trevor Morris • The Devil's Tears - Angus & Julia Stone • Highway of Fallen Kings - Civil Twilight • Place For Us - Mikky Ekko • Daniel In the Den - Bastille • Flawless - The Neighbourhood • The Humbling River - Puscifer • Draw Your Swords - Angus & Julia Stone • The 3:10 To Yuma - Marco Beltrami • (Don't Fear) The Reaper - Blue Öyster Cult • Noren Radd - John Ottman • Young and Beautiful (DH Orchestra Version) - Lana Del Rey • I Wanna Be Yours - The Arctic Monkeys • Lean - The National • Between Two Lungs - Florence + the Machine • Severus and Lily - Alexandre Desplat • Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin • Wandering Jane - Dario Marianelli • I Think of You All the Time - Rachel Portman • You Haunt Me - Sir Sly • Infinite White - Steve Jablonsky • Xibalba - Clint Mansell • O Mio Babbino Caro - Lesley Garrett • Gold - Wake Owl • A Lannister Always Pays His Debts - Ramin Djawadi • Our Song - The xx • Irish Rain (A Celtic Dream) - Michele McLaughlin • You Were a Kindness - The National • Over the Love - Florence + the Machine • Bloodstream - Ed Sheeran
Bad Blood | Christian & Flynn (closed)
Flynn followed the other man through the house, taking a moment to admire the structure of the house inside the foyer as well. He looked up at the windows noticicing that they had been the same style as the ones in the front of the house. It wasn’t the first time Flynn had seen uv-resistant windows in the home of a vampire, and apparently it wouldn’t be the last. Needless to say, Flynn thought the entire idea was a sad attempt at a vampire attempting to hold onto some sense of their humanity. Giving up the ability to walk in the sun was a minor price to pay in order to become what they were.
Personally, Flynn preferred the night and darkness altogether.
"Have you really?" he asked, a surprised look on Flynn face now. He turned to face his progeny now, noting that the other man still had his guard up. "I would merely call this little run in nothing but a coincidence. It’s a small word." The older vampire made his way around the room, now standing in front of a nearby bookshelf. "But this isn’t the first time you’ve sensed my presence nearby, is it Christian?" he asked, a grin on his lips now.
This wasn’t the first time Flynn and Christian had been in the same town. There had been occasional run ins, but Flynn had been around a lot more than Christian realized. He’d always managed to keep his distance, intervening only when he would witness potential trouble approaching his progeny.
Christians question managed to pull his maker from his thoughts. Flynn laughed. “Alys? You think I came all this way to steal your progeny away from you?” he asked, amusement clear in his tone and on his face now. If Christian only knew. This wasn’t Flynn’s first time in Oxford; in fact, he had been around not too long after the town was born. “If I wanted Alys, I would’ve taken her from you centuries ago,” he pointed out, turning around now to face his progeny. He noticed the slight change of expression at the mention of Alys, and naturally Flynn only continued to play at it.
"Trust me, Christian, this isn’t the first time the opportunity has presented itself," he admitted, a smirk slowly making it’s way back onto his face.
Surprise illuminated Christian's features even as the shadows of plants spread organic patterns across his figure. Swallowing, Christian gave himself a moment, his shoes tapping against the polish floor as he moved. The pale light of the moon filtered through the vaulting glass ceiling, splashing silver pools of light at their feet. Unlike his Maker, Christian did very much miss the sun, its heat upon his face, its bright glow. He barely remembered how it felt, now, save in the ache of its half-recollected absence, but he had outgrown the memory of his humanity and the things he had loved about them. He'd shed that desire for the all-consuming desire for Alys. "I have," said Christian at last, his attention apparently fixed on a tree beside him, as he pinched its leaf between two fingers, absently. After all, they both knew his focus was fixed squarely on Flynn, however casual he might appear. Alys had taught him that much, at least. Turning his head to look Flynn in the eye, he continued. "Coincidence? I most sincerely doubt it." Christian didn't know precisely what Flynn wanted - what he had always wanted - but he believed that he'd been turned as merely a pawn to that destination. He'd turned Alys and fled with her and Flynn had haunted their steps ever since - these were the facts of which Christian was aware and he had predicted readily enough that the same girl who drew Alys here would similarly entice Flynn, just as Alys had once done. "I cannot deny it," responded Christian with unsettled gravity. He disliked the thought, the sensation it always caused: some gnawing doubt buried deep in the back of his brain, a horrifying chill. "But we have always managed to evade you, heretofore." Or, so Christian believed. He could not know how Flynn had enabled their survival, time and again, or how close he truly had come. In his mind, Flynn had only managed to catch up because they had finally stopped running - per force. At the mention of Alys, his heart seemed to drop, his throat constricting. Dry-mouthed, Christian licked his lips. Truthfully, he did not believe Flynn in this, but he chose to bide his time. The truth would out. In the mean time, there was another goal Christian felt certain they shared. "The girl," he stated. "You've come for the girl. If you think I would willingly betray Alys' blood, you are mistaken," he added. "You've far less claim to her." Another kind of shadow consumed Christian's face as he dwelt upon the meaning of his words. Anger welled deep inside him as Christian imagined Flynn lurking, unknown, close to Alys over the years. He felt dull and ill, at at once, as if he were choking on the very air he was breathing. "What is it you want with her bloodline?" he growled, taking a step forward. "What concern is she of yours?"
From A Cradle To A Grave Stills
trublood and lemon cakes (make for a balanced breakfast): christian & alys (closed)
Long ago, Alys thought the most powerful men in the world wore crowns made of jewels and fine robes from the furs of poached lions. Christian had never been a king, not even a prince or lowly lord (she dared not use the phrase lowly lord out loud). Despite this all, in her eyes today, he was the most important man in the world. Christian held no titles, owned no countries or even counties. He was just a man (a man unable to die) and yet Alys thought him so highly that she cared more for him than any king she had actually known. Christian’s heart, she knew, was purer than King Henry’s or her husband’s.
She thought this all as her hand fell softly into his. She thought of the cells of their skin touching ever so gently, and of all the hands she had ever held like this. She remembered being pushed into pulled into carriages by her mother and tenderly greeted by guests and making pleasantries with royal Germans and Spaniards. She’d touched so many hands during her lifetime, but Christian’s was the only one which she felt made her feel stronger.
Her entire body lit up like she had been dipped in freezing water, awakening every sense. She felt the energy flowing out of Christian’s arm and into hers, into her bloodstream, into her heart. Her heart… it quickened in beats. The sudden palpitations which always overcame her upon touching Christian unnerved her; she wished desperately she was not so powerless to his touch, that she could mask herself and wear the pretty face of a lady like she did at all other times. But now, she was just Alys… and beyond that. She shed her name, every name she had ever been called and became a person comprised of her experiences beside the man who stood before her. She became her near-death and her immortalization, she became early mornings in Russia and late nights south of the equator. She became who she was at the core: a counterpart.
Alys drew her fingertips across Christian’s skin gently—in part because she felt the need to exude the wild energy she felt inside, and in part she wanted to feel his livelihood. She wanted to assure herself that Christian really stood before her; ever since their “mutual” split, she’d been feeling so alone, as if she had lost him completely. She became entangled in her own romantic musings as she sat before him… until he mentioned a name she’d only recently been introduced to.
That loneliness that Alys felt so strongly had temporarily been forgotten in the clutches of the area’s vampire sheriff. “I believe it best,” she began, drawing her hand away from him regrettably, “to keep Kol Svansson out of our personal matters.” She swallowed hard. Alys felt no guilt about sleeping with Kol, but she dreaded Christian finding out about their relationship (whether temporary or long lasting) and have him assume that she no longer harbored feelings for him. In fact, she only lay with Kol to mend the ache in her heart after parting from Christian in that way.
She had to look away from his eyes. “Just as you said, we survive together… Just the two of us.”
Air ached in his dead lungs as if a clamp were placed over his esophagus, his dead heart seemed to rattle with remembered life. Her eyes were quick, life seeming to flare against irises that lit as if they were molten. His breath hitched, caught deep in his throat and Christian lifted a thoughtless hand to her cheek. Her skin was smooth and soft as he remembered, a dream of lust and love. He'd never, afterwards, been able to put into words the notions that had gripped his heart in a vice when their eyes had first met, all those centuries ago, but his emotions had never since been unshackled. He'd promised her an eternity, once, sworn to her in his heart that every waking moment would be hers. Some corner of his mind wondered if he were breaking that oath while another shrieked that this had been the only way to do just that. Her beauty was a wild, untamed thing. However civil and courtly she could tailor herself to be, that was not her soul. If anyone could see it, Christian could. They'd shared a single soul - that was what it meant to be a Maker, was it not? And it was what it meant to be a lover, in the truest sense. She was many things: princess, countess, mother, daughter, Progeny, but all these things were only labels, they were not who she was, who they were. Whatever those courts had tried to do to her, she'd molded their words into a weapon of her own, stronger than they had ever imagined. It was that, and not his blood fueling her veins, that had sustained her through the passing centuries, he knew. And still, she was his as he was hers, even as he tried to tell himself it must not be. Almost nine hundred years had seen them a unified force, their only certain home in each other's arms. It now felt foreign to be apart even in this way. But still Christian pulled away as if scalded: abruptly and painfully. When she mentioned his old friend's name, Christian arched his brows. "I trust Kol," he assured her. "I have known him these many years." It had been the crusades, when a fragment of vampires had taken to the dust and sand of the Middle East in search of the free-flowing blood to be found there. While Alys was cloistered away as was expected of the women, Christian had been free for forays into the field, where he could bring back his prizes for his Progeny. It was on such an incursion that he had first encountered the older vampire. The two had quickly struck up a friendship that had seen them through the passing centuries through the changing media of letters, telegraphs, emails, texts...whatever the age required or allowed. And Christian knew in his heart that he owed Kol a very specific debt. "You've nothing to fear from him, I assure you," he added. "He has always been a faithful friend to me and I am sure he will extend the same to you." He noted, in silence, how her hand snaked away from his touch. Nodding to himself, he took a step back, as if she'd asked it of him. "Yet, if it is your wish, I shall keep my own counsel from here on out," he promised. "Know, however, that if you are ever in need and unable to reach me, you can go to him. He is...quite old and very capable." Christian's eyes lowered, shadowed for a moment in the low light. It was no secret that the future concerned him. From the fact that Flynn had never released him and therefore had power over him to the mere fact of his age - Kol, at least, was invulnerable to both of these instances and might shelter Alys, should some ill fate befall Christian, himself. Christian drew himself up to his full height when she said they would survive, his eyes locked on her face. "We will survive," he murmured, hopefully. We must survive, together, he thought. Or I shall not survive at all. "We will survive and we will fight on."
TIMELESS LOVE / the story of a timeless love set to the soundtrack of old-timey tunes.
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01. you were meant for me - singing in the rain. 02. it’s magic - doris day. 03. embraceable you - judy garland. 04. send me some lovin - little richard. 05. i’ve got you under my skin - frank sinatra. 06. as time goes by - casablanca. 07. as long as she needs me - sammy davis jr. 08. so sad (to see a good love go bad) - the everly brothers. 09. it only happens once - nat king cole.
three vamps and a wolf - a flynn/christian/alys/ronnie moodboard
born out of many lives or just one - a christian hereveaux moodboard
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