Night Writer

[guidingguardian]

✧ OPEN STARTER ✧ April Fool’s Event ✧

Only a short time away wouldn’t hurt… and honestly she’d been at the cairn so much it could eat away at ones sanity. So when the masquerade was brought up she opted to go. She would mingle. That could be fun. It didn’t take long to get a nice outfit and make her way to the event. She picked out a mask, even thought she and the other guardians would likely be fairly noticeable by their red hair.

However- not too long after putting on the mask she felt… odd. Different. Less… strong and magickal in her core. She blamed it on just being away from the cairn, more proving her point in not returning right away. She should be able to leave it for a short while without being too concerned. It wasn’t like she couldn’t track down people who entered anyway if she needed too. There were raised voices a short distance away, however Aeres couldn’t hear them with the clarity she usually could. She tapped someone’s shoulder gently and flashed a smile. “Excuse me do you happen to know what was going on over there? It sounded like someone was rather upset.”

[dahlia-x-chea]

Dahlia herself was trying, for once, to enjoy the evening and kick back. She’d been away for awhile, trying her best to do what was best for Mathi, and she felt that she needed something of a break. She’d found a babysitter for the tiny, half- vampire, and made sure they had everything they needed before leaving.

However, now that she was here, and dancing along with the others, her mask was starting to feel a bit warm. Maybe the break wasn’t such a good thing. Maybe a break from the break. Or maybe Dahlia was just a little too drunk.

When someone tapped her on the shoulders, she turned a little too quickly and squinted. Everything was so . . muddy and unfocused now. Maybe it was the drink. “Nope, no idea. Sorry.”

[guidingguardian]

Aeres was at her cairn, watching. Waiting. Keeping guard. Warmed by the fur that covered her familiar form. A white rabbit. The children were either just enthralled by a rabbit and wanted to play with her. Or they thought they were going to Wonderland. It made it easier- as easy as it could be she supposed. She always liked to make them comfortable. As best as she could.

However, today she was tucked away under the roots of a nearby tree. The snow melting but enough that she still was able to keep out of view. Watching the cairn, unassuming. Quiet. Warmed by the fur covering her. 

She hopped out as she watched someone approach. Wondering what they were doing. She didn’t go up to them but she made herself visible. Curious. Most knew of the guardians. Most knew they were being watched… so she waited to see their reaction.

[dahlia-x-chea]

With Mathi wrapped in various fabrics and wrapped in his sling across her chest, Dahlia ventured from her home in search of ingredients. Every now and then she needed to replenish the spices and vegetation that she stored and it seemed that today was the day. Normally, she tried to get a friendly face to watch Mathi while she went out on her own because it was quicker, but since she couldn’t find one, Mathi was going to have to help her gather. As much as a child could, at least.

She was kneeling near some blueberry bushes, picking an afternoon snack, when she heard the rustling of leaves behind her. Having gotten used to the sounds of Arain, Dahlia could tell that it wasn’t a person, but she that didn’t mean it wasn’t someone. “Hello?”

[ailisinwonderland]

Ailis knelt next to a patch of the clovers. She was curious about them- she’d heard someone mention them being lucky. Or perhaps unlucky. She didn’t know how to utilize either option so thus far, she hadn’t touched them. But she was curious. Not only were there similar rumors in her home of Ireland about shamrocks and clovers… So she was curious if she could utilize them in spells, potions or maybe she just to use the luck to the make things go her way for once.

“Do you know anything about these?” 

[dahlia-x-chea]

Dahlia had been kneeling in the wildflowers a little ways away when she heard the question. She looked around her and found the same clovers sprouting from the ground. “No, actually. All I know about are the human fairy tails. Mathi loves to hear about them.” She turned to see her son playing in the flowers a few paces away. “Planning some sort of good luck potion? Can I get some?”

[dahlia-x-chea]

theyoungergrimm:

Her silence only angered him more, pushed him closer to saying to hell with you. To hell with every person who had ever hurt him, abandoned him, made him feel small and insignificant. He would have if Mathi hadn’t been there in his arms, looking up at him with a wide smile, because Mathi had never done any of those things. He was just a child, something that Hans had made, someone who had never wronged anyone or chosen to leave of his own free will. So instead of calling his hunters on Dahlia as he so sorely wanted to do, he turned back to her, slowly rocking Mathi in his arms.

“This is important, Dahlia,” he said, voice low enough so as not to disturb the infant. “There are so many people in this forest who want me dead, who would hunt down and destroy every one of us humans if they got the chance. Do you really think they wouldn’t do the same to you, to Mathi, if they knew about us?”

Despite herself, Dahlia answered him calmly, and somewhat muted. “No one knows that he is yours.” She had hoped that he would be as proud of their beautiful son as she was, but apparently that wasn’t the case.

“You forget that I know what it is to be hunted.” She crossed her arms across her chest, “I wouldn’t endanger my son’s life like that. Although, it’s becoming clear to me that maybe coming here wasn’t the best decision for us. I thought we would be safer here.” She cleared her throat, trying to contain any emotions that might be showing on her face, and walked towards him to try and take back her son.

[dahlia-x-chea]

bloodkept:

         He wasn’t in his workstation as of the moment, just wandering again——not necessarily finding ingredients since he wanted a break for a little while. He tries to get to know the other parts of the forest, although that was until a lost, little baby comes by his line of sight. He blinks twice, uncertainty and confusion in his eyes, “Um,” he looks straight again: left and right wondering if its parents were around but the forest was as dead as the night. He looks at the twilight sky, the night slowly blanketing the morning sky, sun and moon seemingly to meet for a short while. He kneels, one knee on the ground as the other upright, arm resting on it. He takes out a little test tube like container from his stash, “Hey little buddy, want this?” Genuine, enthusiastic grin upon his expression as he pops open the flask’s cap containing a royal purple liquid, silver and golden spirals and droplets within as it smelt of rosemary and blueberries.

Mathi smiled, giggled, and walked forward towards the good smelling thing in the other’s hands when Dahlia entered the small clearing.

“Mathi!” She yelled sharply, stopping the child in his tracks. “What are you doing? You know you can’t run away from mommy like that.” Dahlia hurriedly snatched the child up and away from the man holding out some strange smelling liquid. “Excuse us. I hope he didn’t bother you.” Her tone was short and clipped as she was very much aware that the other had been trying to give her son something.

[dahlia-x-chea]

anthony-marcello:

Anthony and Aiden were weaving cedar wood fibers together to make nets for the spring when he felt a strange tug on his pants. It was late winter, and there was no reason for a… baby to be running around? Immediately perplexed, Anthony had to wonder: Where the Hell did a baby come from. Not that he didn’t know where they came from, but what was one doing here, now, and apparently alone.

“Who’s kid is that?” Aiden asked, Anthony couldn’t help but smirk. 

“This is how babies are born, congrats, you’re a father.” He joked lightly as the baby seemed to take an instant interest in Aiden, Anthony’s young apprentice. Aiden rolled his eyes at the admittedly stupid joke before the baby turned his attention towards him.

His ears quirked as he heard someone calling out through the brush, he knew this could have easily been a trap. But his heart could not permit him to simply ignore the mother’s distress call. He scooped the child into his arms and walked towards the sound of the woman’s voice, coming upon her after a few moments. “Is this yours?” Anthony asked as he extended the child towards her, him and kids didn’t mix well. It had taken almost three months for him to stop looking at Aiden like some nuisance, a babysitter, Anthony Marcello was not.

Dahlia turned at the voice and a look of relief washed over her face. “Oh, god, yes, thank you.” She rushed forward to take Mathi from the other’s hands, slightly worried about the way he was carrying him. “I am so sorry. He’s in that crawling stage and he seems to get away every time I turn around. Thank you so much for stopping him.” Dahlia tucked her son into her hip before finally looking over the helpful stranger. “He didn’t disrupt anything did he?”

[theyoungergrimm]

closedstarter || flashback || @dahlia-x-chea

Hans had been cooking very carefully for himself for more than twenty years. Living alone only made it more important. It would incredibly embarrassing to make it as far as he had only to die of anaphylactic shock in his kitchen because he hadn’t checked the ingredients label carefully enough. So when Dahlia had said she wanted to cook dinner, his first reaction had been a firm no followed by him hovering over her shoulder at the grocery store with a list of things that would definitely kill him, Dahlia, please be careful. Now that all the ingredients had been selected and the actual cooking was being done in his own kitchen, he was able to take a couple steps back. Not far enough to actually leave the room, but he could do work at the kitchen island and keep an eye on the proceedings at the same time, which was good enough for him.

When he’d first met Dahlia, he’d been interested in her because of her books. The way they were written was different from anything else he’d ever read, with a strange connection to the monster’s perspective that he had never seen before. It was a weak link, he was aware, but clues were scarce in his field and he had never been one to leave a stone left unturned. Now, several months later, he felt no closer to determining if she was anything other than human than he had been then. At times she seemed completely normal, and then there would be moments when she said and did things that suggested something other than humanity. It would be a disappointment if she turned out to be just an ordinary woman, but until then it was nice to have someone else around. Surprisingly nice, actually.

“When you’re done with a knife, you have to wash it by hand,” he reminded her for the third or fourth time, glancing up from his laptop. “Then just put it back in the block. They don’t go through the dishwasher.” Maybe it wasn’t just the allergies that was unnerving him. Hans organized things, had specific orders and places for them, and that way he was sure that the space was under his control. He looked back down, scrolling through the mixture of work-related emails and spam that were constantly arriving.

[dahlia-x-chea]

Dahlia had slowly become comfortable in Hans’ apartment. It had taken a while for her to no longer sit up straight on his couch, or feel like she was walking on eggshells around him. It was nice, to have someone in her life like this and a place where they could be together.

However, being more relaxed had it’s own issues. She was finding it  more and more difficult to hide her true nature. She already had to down human food, which wasn’t particularly interesting to her anymore, and pretend to have human bodily functions. It was exhausting to say the least but she wasn’t ready for Hans to know she wasn’t human. Yet. She hoped that one day, she would be.

“Oh really?” Dahlia didn’t lift her eyes from what she was cutting. “That’s interesting. I was just going to put it in some drawer without even washing it like it did with that spoon last week.” She couldn’t help herself. She’d found herself being nice and romantic, offering to cook dinner this evening instead of going out. Little did she know, she was going to get a two day lecture about allergies, how they effect the human body, and which allergens specifically would send Hans to the hospital.

[dahlia-x-chea]

theyoungergrimm:

Her avoidance of the question caused his eyes to narrow in irritation and his lips tightened as he breathed in slowly through his nose, trying to remain calm. He stepped away from her, bouncing Mathi lightly and causing him to giggle. Of course Hans hadn’t planned on the facility before she had left. He hadn’t even known about Arain at that point. It was only after she had disappeared that he had found enough pieces to lead him here.

“I looked for you,” he said quietly, not glancing up at her. He needed to find the words that would work on her without making him seem weak, or at least the wrong kind of weak. “In case you’ve forgotten, you didn’t leave me anything that might indicate something terrible hadn’t happened. I had no idea what happened to you. And while I was doing that, I found this forest.” He had a thought, one that startled him with how worried it made him, and he finally looked back at her. “Does anyone else know that I’m his father?”

His explanation only made her feel worse. “I hadn’t planned on it turning out the way it did. I can’t take back what I’ve done, but I am sorry that I hurt you.” Because she could see now that he had been hurt. Small hints that he was clearly trying to hide, but Dahlia figured he was too focused on Mathi to hide everything.

Her head dropped towards her chest with his next question. She knew hew would ask that question, the private person that he was, but for some reason she still held some hope that Hans would take pride in their child.

[dahlia-x-chea]

kainanxrowe:

“You are welcome.” Kainan said, relief evident on his face as she came to relieve him of his burden and rescue the child. Or him. Probably both. A slight note of panic hit his face at the tease before recognizing it as such and blowing out a slight laugh with a headshake. “Very funny. I am a much better baby sitter once they’re not quite so small.” Kai was afraid of accidentally breaking him, but nodded. “I hear that that’s the case for all parents. Blink and you miss it, kind of thing, right?”

“Well at least there’s something normal about us then,” Dahlia smiled at him, “And don’t worry, I wouldn’t sick this trouble maker on you. He can be extremely easy sometimes, and a real job other times. I’m pretty sure he knows when he’s being difficult too.”

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sabineisms:

Sabine had been watering one of the countless plants inside the cabin when there was a light tug at her leg. Her eyebrows pulled together slightly as she turned to see the beautiful bouncing boy looking up at her with wide eyes, arms stretched upward as if begging to be carried. A slight chuckle passed her lips as she set down the watering can before proceeding to follow the little one’s unsaid demands, a soft grunt given when she picked him up. “Dang boy, you’re getting awfully big awfully quick, aren’t you?” And as if he actually understood her, he responded with a joyous laugh; a sound that was rapidly becoming one of her favorite sounds in the whole world.

“Whatcha doing in here, buddy?” Sabine cooed before hearing Dahlia’s mumbled voice from outside. “Did you crawl away from Mommy? Again?” Mathi gave an expression that could only be described as mischievous as the fae lead them out the house towards the clothes line, a warm smile on her face as she approached Dahlia. “I think you’ve got a little adventurer on your hands.”

The vampire released a sigh of relief and then a light laugh when Sabine carried Mathi from their house. “I do, don’t I. Goodness, I don’t know what we’re going to do when he learns how to actually walk. I’ll have to get him one of those stupid human leashes or something.” She teased.

Poking Mathi’s tummy, she asked him, “Are you bothering nice Sabine? All she does play with you and here you are bothering her.”

[dahlia-x-chea]

theyoungergrimm:

The baby - his son - had managed to get a hold of Hans’ tie and was beginning to drool on it in earnest. Hans glanced down with a frown and tried to tug it out of Mathi’s surprisingly strong hands. Not too hard, though. He really didn’t know much of anything at all about babies but he was small and fragile seeming. Also, as long as he was dealing with this, he didn’t have to immediately answer Dahlia. After a few moments of half-hearted baby-wrangling he spoke, not looking up at her.

“Didn’t think talking to me about whatever you were afraid of was a good use of your time, then, did you?” he said, surprised at how bitter he sounded after trying so hard to calm his temper. There was a time for anger, the kind that showed just how many cracks were inside him, and that time was when he was completely alone.

Dahlia couldn’t help but let out a tiny laugh as Mathi decided to find something interesting to play with. The little bit of humor didn’t take away from the conversation however. She didn’t exactly know what to say to him. He had a valid point, she could’ve stayed and talked things over with him. She could have let him weave his pretty words and convince her that there was really nothing wrong. But something had been wrong. The truth was, her suspicions were right there in front of her, this very building.

“I assume you came up with this place after I left. Or were you planning it before?”

[dahlia-x-chea]

a-tuath:

“Your child, yes?” she spoke at the woman who took the child effortlessly from her grasp. It was at this Aibell had to look at the child, then the woman and back again to the child. It would have been comical if she did not look so serious. “You are vampire?” she asked, her guard now higher and yet she made no move to show otherwise. The pull of being a mother giving her a pause, something she did not usually feel, something she rarely felt. Shame. This woman, fully a vampire in scent and magick had a baby to care for and yet she, one that fairy tales believed to be magical and kind —Aibell schooled her features, knowing it was not the time to dwell of her shame as a supposed mother.

A vampire with a child? It was not unheard of, but that may be why she could feel a certain magick in the boy, different, and yet familiar. Strengthened by the mother that was looking for him. Aibell let herself relax a fraction, not wanting to be seen as a threat. “It is not a problem, you have a very healthy and enthusiastic little one, dare I say the only little one in the whole of Arain as there are not many babies- even children here. But I have to ask … why are you not with your kind?” There was no simple way of asking, so it was better to take the direct route, especially since there seemed to be no apparent threat, and a mother with a child was definitely not something she expected to be stumbled upon in Arain. 

Dahlia smiled. “Yes, he’s mine. I know he looks so much more like his father, but what can you do.”  At the mention of Mathi being the only child in Arain, Dahlia saddened a little. “I realize it might be a little difficult once he grows up, no friends to play with, but i’m sure he’ll find some friendly magicks to play with by then.” She told the woman hopefully.

“I followed the other vampires through, but as I’m not apart of their clan I decided it would be a tad awkward if I joined them in their shelter.” Besides, Dahlia really didn’t want to sleep so close to Hans with their relationship being as awkward as it was. “A lovely woman has taken me in, thank goodness.”

[dahlia-x-chea]

fionncavanaugh:

Did Fionn enjoy the fear that seemed to wave off the female? Undoubtedly. It was the only thing that made finding the tiny, crawling, human bearable. He resisted the temptation to drop the child on it’s head and instead held it close, lording his control over the young mother. 

“You really should keep a closer eye on him.” He told her, emerging from the surrounding trees,  in sight, but not within reach, “You never know who might be lurking,” He turned to the child now, bouncing him slightly, “Does she? Not safe for a tiny thing like you. So breakable.” 

As soon as she saw the unfamiliar voice and the body attached holding her son, her entire body tensed. Dahlia’s eyes slowed turned red as she readied herself for a fight. “Not so breakable, actually.” Not many new of her son’s heritage but it was almost impossible not to realize that she was a vampire. “Thank you for finding him. I’ll take it from here.” She commanded briskly as she stepped forward.

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kainanxrowe:

Kainan had been on the search for a young vampire but not one quite this young. Uncertain how best to herd it back to his parent, he finally offered an arm and felt the little one latch on and then carefully marched his way to where he’d last run into Dahlia before holding said arm out. “I think I found something of yours.” He announced, inwardly smiling as he pictured Sorin giving him a high five for such a remark. 

Dahlia laughed as she stepped towards the two. “Well don’t you two make quite a pair. Thank you Kainan. Remind me come to you next time I need a babysitter.” She teased with a quick wink. Moving forward, she carefully pulled Mathi into her arms and released the tight hold he had on Kainan’s arm. “He’s been growing so quickly these days, it’s hard to keep up with him.”

[dahlia-x-chea]

a-tuath:

The events of the new year flew by in a haze. After the most recent party it seemed that even others took it upon themselves to be quiet and calm. A different yet unsettling change within the boundaries of Arain. Life went on normally, duties done as how it was. This is why boredom started to settle within Aibell, even though she should be more alert and worried about the state of her nation and the forest, it seemed… like time was at a standstill. That there were no problems and definitely nothing would surprise her anymore. At least… not a baby who seemed to have suddenly came out from nowhere. Not when it had seemed to be eons since she had last seen a child. She watched him as he crawled around her immediate surroundings and seemed intent to pull her robe down… it was probably the glitters. Honestly. She was too surprised, and her long overdue and ignored maternal instincts kicked her hard. Without a thought, she picked up the baby, who then proceeded to want to pull her hair. How… completely adorable. After the third strong pull, Aibell shook her head and let the wind levitate the child just a few inches in front of her, her hand still under the child as to not accidentally let him fall completely on the ground. It was only when she felt her hair raise did she realize it was not an ordinary child. A voice seemed to ring through the trees. “Mathi!” the voice of a woman said. Aibell turned to move towards the sound, a ready smile in place despite her brow turning to a questioning furrow.

As Dahlia stepped through the forest, searching around large trees and stumps, she came across the elegant looking woman holding her child in the air. At once she was on the defensive running forward to stop the woman from hurting Mathi, by accident or on purpose, but when her son giggled, tousled by moving wind, her urgency died. She noticed the calming smile on the woman’s face and was assumed she meant no harm.

Dahlia stopped in front of them, a smile on her face at hearing Mathi laugh. “Oh, sweet boy, who have you found to play with now?” To the woman she added, “I’m so sorry. He escaped my watch.” She reached to pull him back into her arms.

[dahlia-x-chea]

eirlysofembers:

❝Your difference in scent is only slight.❞ She noted. ❝Many have weak noses. Easily failing and easily broken.❞ Eirlys scrunched up her own nose. ❝People are notorious for being poor at discerning the difference between various beings. They think they are the only ones who are allowed to look like this, it seems.❞

Dahlia understood that very much. She wasn’t very fond of people herself. “Thank goodness for those of us who understand.” She responded with a small smile. “Mathi is half human, but after he reaches maturity, I don’t think he’ll smell so strange.”

[dahlia-x-chea]

melancholicsanguinic:

She had seen the solitary vampire around before - she always thought it was rather brave of her to stand alone, not belonging anywhere and not joining anything. It took courage and determination that Kinley didn’t possess, and she admired the other vampire for it. She, too, had come to question her decision to stay within the coven - sometimes they were all a bit too much for her to handle. Fixing a friendly smile on her face, Kin shifted upon the trunk, turning to nod at the other brunette.

“Quite well, Dahlia, thank you. And yourself? I hope the members of the clan are not pestering you.” She spoke in a light tone.

“Oh, of course not.” Dahlia laughed, “Besides, I think the members have a lot more to deal with than requesting me to join.” Stepping a bit closer to the girl, she found a seat on the ground that wasn’t too covered in snow. “I see you’ve got a few new members. Living with new vampires can’t be easy.” She smiled conversationally.