When Doves Cry

When Doves Cry Dove Williamson | 23 | 1014 | Vampire Burn your biographies Rewrite your history Light up your wildest dreams

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linhhuang‌:

The woman’s concern caused Linh to soften even further and she loosednd her grip on the railing. 

She was barely settling down in Wilshire and she already wanted back home. 

At the question, Linh paused, slowly going through her day in her mind. “I have,” she answered confidently. “I’m gonna be fine, it’s just-” her voice cracked and she felt the same thing happen to her head. It was all geeting too loud. “It’ll pass!”

The girl was almost shouting at the last word and Dove recoiled slightly. “It’s just what?” Her eyebrow raised, unsure why she was pushing this. Perhaps she should just walk away and leave this girl to her own devices but Dove wouldn’t forgive herself if something happened on her watch. 

“Do I need to call someone for you? Perhaps you should be home.”

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jasonfumero‌:

he was a bit confused at first as to why she was encouraging him to talk instead of telling him to shut up, which was what usually happened when he started rambling. turning to look at her, he half expected a sign that she was messing with him, but when he didn’t find one, his smile grew slightly. “well, you know how i said it’s usually tomato sauce on top, right? i’ve seen ice cream instead. or chocolate. sometimes cheese and chocolate on top.” he pulled a face at the thought, a frown settling on his features at her question. “that obvious, huh?”

“Oh wow. No. I can’t imagine chocolate and cheese being a good combination. Is that mixed with the tomato sauce too?” She watched as his face began to turn into a frown but Dove’s didn’t move from her gentle smile. “Probably not to those who haven’t been around as long as I have.” Dove realised that sounded conceited but it was true. She had over a 1000 years of reading people’s expressions. “I apologise if I’m intruding.”

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linhhuang‌:

The woman’s words stung and Linh pulled her cardigan tighter around herself as some sort of a shield. The stranger is right, she was aware. This was the sort of behaviour her mother would scold her for and the banshee told herself to keep calm. “I’m sorry,” she said honestly and rubbed her face.

Her head spun (death death death) and she held tight to the railing. Linh barely heard the other but once the words registered she was slightly surprised. “Mhm,” she lied. “Just a little dizzy is all.”

“It’s quite alright.” She studied the young girl and watched as her knuckles turned a hard shade of white against the railing. Dove approached carefully, concern all over her face. 

“Have you had enough water today?” She knew that could be a problem for mundane. They were distracted enough to forget to drink the one thing in this world that would keep them alive. God forbid vampires did that, it would be a frenzy. 

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jasonfumero‌:

jason gave a quick nod at her words, the corners of his lips tugging slightly into a hint of a smile. “oh, yeah. of course. i don’t know how well i can explain it, though.” probably not well at all, but he was willing to give it a try ─ if for nothing else, then at least as a distraction. “it’s basically just dough, like a flatbread, with sauce on top. usually tomato sauce, though i’ve seen all kinds of crazy things. then there’s cheese. tomatoes, sometimes. it depends on which one you ask for. i like mine with lots of tomato sauce and cheese. chocolate pizza is a thing, but i’m not a fan of those.”

Dove leaned back in her chair, an amused little smile still on her lips. “Tell what kind of crazy things you’ve seen, little one. I’m most interested.” He seemed to like to talk, at least about the topic of pizza and Dove enjoyed seeing the smile tugging at his lips. He hadn’t been smiling before, she realised. “I’m told it’s the ultimate comfort food, which begs the question. Are you eating your feelings or am I reading this wrong?”

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kalebwilliamson‌:

“well, if you wanted to meet the clan leader, you should be on the lookout for someone named adrian.” kaleb shrugged nonchalantly, eyebrows raising when she told him his reputation preceded him. “is that so? well, i hope it’s all good things.”

“Didn’t realise it had changed.” Her tone was just as disinterested but her eyes gave away the fact that she was measuring him up. “Well, no.” She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “You wouldn’t happen to remember a young lady by the name of Editha Hallewell? Because she certainly remembered an awful lot about you.” It felt strange to talk of her mother after all these years. Dove was unsure if she truly remembered what her face looked like when it wasn’t in a peaceful slumber. “Perhaps you have a moment? I feel like you’ll want to hear what she said.”

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“I think you’ll find, my dear, that I am able to park here.” Perhaps she shouldn’t use her encanto in such a public area but Dove didn’t really care for parking rules at the end of the day. There were few edges that came from being a vampire. Completely disregarding laws were definitely one of them. She wasn’t chaotic very often but Dove was in a mood.

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kalebwilliamson‌:

his eyes darted into the direction the unfamiliar voice was coming from, only to realize it was one of his fellow vampires. it didn’t strike him as odd that the female knew his name, considering he had been the clan leader for a couple of years prior to his disappearance– though he couldn’t seem to remember hers. “good evening, miss.”

“So the great and powerful Kaleb manages to walk alone?” Sarcasm was thick in her voice and Dove had to pull herself back. She shouldn’t act like this was a man who owed her anything. “I apologise, I was just curious to meet the clan leader of this area. Your stories precede you.”

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wclfclaws‌:

What did she know about her best interest? The only person who had ever had her best interest at heart was herself, and more often times than not that had cost Lily everything. It wasn’t always easy being the lone wolf, she was constantly looking over her shoulder and never staying in one place for too long. She learned long ago that personal connections could be used to hurt you, which was why she kept herself at a safe distance from everybody she knew from that point on, unless she deemed it necessary to get close to them as a means to further her own agenda.

Dove was, some what, one of the exceptions she allowed herself.

She figured a vampire of her strength wouldn’t easily become a pawn to be used against the werewolf.

❝ The balance has always been tipped in their favour. ❞ Lily said, lifting her gaze to meet the vampires; she sensed the other girl was incredibly old, she had an air about her but she didn’t realise she was senile too. ❝ We’re prosecuted to the full extent of The Accords but how many unsanctioned vampires nests, warlock covens or wolf packs have they raided and got off with nothing more than a slap on the wrist. ❞ She gritted her teeth, working her jaw to suppress the anger that coiled inside; threatening to suck the air out of her lungs until all she could do was suffocate on her own rage. 

She exhaled sharply, remembering to breathe, remembering that it wasn’t Dove her anger and frustrations were directed at — it was those of angelic blood.

“That’s due to the fact that we’re the monsters.” She smiled wryly but there was no humour in her eyes. It was true in a way. Werewolves, vampires, seelies, any creature that wasn’t regarded as human was the monster, the thing that went bump in the night. Lily was so... angry because she still had hope. She had hope for equality, for there to be the change where everyone was on the same level as everyone else. But hatred, inequality was so ingrained into every person, it was impossible. Ironically, it was a part of human nature and that included the shadowhunters. Dove had seen too much, knew too much and there was no hope inside her anymore. There would always be hatred towards her. 

“If you want to change the world, I won’t stop you. But blood spilled is a stain you won’t get out, no matter how good your intentions are in your mind.” Dove spoke evenly, ready for this debate. “I do have to ask where this point of view comes from, Lily, I’m sorry. You’re a lone wolf for a reason, I know that. But add that with your hatred of shadowhunters... what happened to you, pup?”

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Hey kiddos, sorry for not being around as much, school work has been insane! I’ve basically been trying to catch up on sleep. I’m going to shove up an open starter but if you want to plot or want a closed starter, just like this post and I’ll get right on it!

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kalebwilliamson‌:

it had been quite a while since kaleb had allowed himself back into wilshire– now that he had finally decided to come back in order to help caroline, the vampire couldn’t help but feel a slight hint of happiness and relief. everything seemed to be normal and nothing really caught his eye .. until the man spotted a what seemed like an unfamiliar figure among the fog. “hello?”

Dove edged forward carefully. This was a face she knew, a face that she had spent years trying to seal into her memory and a face that she had also tried to forget. Perhaps he didn’t know her, perhaps he did. Dove wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer to that. As she gazed at him, she noted something. It was the eyes. Those were hers or perhaps actually his. Genetics, it was an interesting thing. However, she only said two words in response, no matter the words she actually wanted to say. “Hello, Kaleb.”

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wclfclaws‌:

It was easy for Lily to forget just how old Dove really was, that just because she walked around with the face of a twenty three year old mundane didn’t necessarily mean she actually was twenty three years old — at least not in the shadow world; where vampires, werewolves, warlocks and faeries weren’t just the stuff of fantasy and video games, but a harsh and cold reality. Lily realised that she didn’t actually know Dove’s real age, a topic of conversation that had never came up between the two downworlders.

Their friendship was an odd occurrence, a history of bad blood between the species stretching back thousands of years should have pitted them against each other ( as well as lily attempting to pick-pocket the vampire during their first meeting ) but an inherited prejudice against a single species because of their bloodline had always made Lily’s blood simmer. If she hated every vampire just because their blood was infected with a demonic disease similar but different to her own, wouldn’t that make her as bad as the pig-headed nephilim who she hated?

❝ In Shadowhunter affairs? ❞ Lily asked bitterly, an incredulous look sweeping across her delicate features; the flames of the fire flickering in her steel coloured eyes. ❝ I say let Raziel’s children burn. ❞ 

When Dove spoke, she forgot the history that her words had. She also managed to forget that Lily didn’t know her experiences. There were moments in time that were constantly repeated and Dove had this type of friendship before. Surface level, never anything more complicated than that. The vampire was fond of the wolf but that didn’t mean the pup knew anything about her. It was safer that way for her. Don’t get attached. It would only affect her humanity in the end. People always had a way of disappearing. 

Her head tilted. She had not seen this type of fire from the werewolf before. It was the type of fire that was dangerous, it spoke of hatred, angry, pain. Dove knew that this could also mean that the werewolf could make choices that wouldn’t help her in the end. While Lily was obviously a woman who could take care of herself, there was a surprising edge of worry in Dove’s voice as she spoke. 

“Perhaps that wouldn’t be in your best interest.” She spoke slowly. “There is a certain balance in this world, do we truly want the scale tipped in a certain direction?” Dove probed the girl carefully, it was possible that Lily would leave and in her current state, it wasn’t safe. 

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jasonfumero‌:

he saw the way her posture seemed to shift when she noticed he was a werewolf, but jason didn’t comment on it. he was used to that when it came to vampires, the natural dislike that supposedly existed between the two species making them wary of him, and he understood, he was wary of them too. just not in a throw the first punch or i will kind of way. “well…” he dragged out the word, tilting his head slightly as he thought about it. “i wasn’t around before toilets that flush were a thing so i don’t know if i can be trusted to answer that, but i can say that pizza is probably up there on that list of great things.”

Dove chuckled, she couldn’t help it. Sometimes the observations of young ones amused her. “I’ll have to take your word for it, sadly. I do have to admit though, it definitely smells incredible. You’ll have to tell me how it tastes... assuming it’s okay to ask that of you.” She was still being careful, even if this pup seemed to be pleasant enough.

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I was quiet, but I was not blind.

(via sabrmylove)

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linhhuang‌:

Unpacking her stuff from the big boxes they were carefully placed in was proving to be more difficult than Linh had imagined. It was all fine and dandy until she had felt it; a familiar feeling in her gut that warned her for upcoming trouble. Desparate whispers had barely grazed her ears when the girl had pretty much ran out of her apartment, hoping that her fast speed would chase the unknown voices away. She had next to no idea how she had ended up on the beach but she stubbornly made her way to the pier, scared of what she would find if she moved too much. 

The unknown voice, louder and more real than what she had heard in the past thirty minutes, startled the banshee and she turned to the woman. “Ha, yeah,” she muttered, her voice unfairly bitter towards the stranger. “Lovely, indeed.”

She obviously scared the young woman but there was no need for that tone. Dove’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “I’m sorry, did the mere question offend you?” She said very clearly in return. “It is bad manners to mumble, just so you know.” Never mind the fact that her ears could pick up on every single word. “I apologise for disturbing you.” However, a gust of wind picked up and Dove tilted her head. Fear had a very distinct scent, whether people realised it or not. The body responded without the mind realising, therefore humans missed it. 

“I will ask though, purely due to social niceties, are you okay?” 

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jasonfumero‌:

comfort food. that was what could be said of the pizza placed in front of him. jason loved eating, and he especially loved pizza, that was no secret, but that wasn’t the reason why he was there this time. this time, he just wanted to eat his pizza to try to make himself feel better. a voice caught his attention just as he was about to start eating, head turning towards the source of it as a confused expression settled on his features. “you’ve never had pizza?” it was only then that he noticed her scent. vampire. oh. “yeah, it’s nice. actually, calling it nice is an insult. pizza is so much more than nice. believe me, it is one of humanity’s greatest inventions.”

She probably shouldn’t have made it so obvious that she hadn’t had something that most people had experienced in their lives. It was a slip up that she was already chastising herself for. A million excuses came to mind, like gluten intolerance or something along those lines until she caught his scent too. He was a pup. Her back was up instantly, Dove didn’t know how he was going to respond to her kind. “Really? So better than toilets that flush?” Most would have laughed but Dove was deadly serious. Some people never knew how the world used to smell.

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She sat at the cafe table, book in her hand, cup of coffee completely full and cold by now. The smell of pizza wafted over and she gazed at it wistfully. The lack of food in her life was something that she did miss, even now. People were always inventing something and it always seemed incredible. Add the fact that eating could be such a social activity and Dove was jealous. “Is that... nice?” She asked softly. @jasonfumero

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