A Lion Still Has Claws

and so he spoke, and so he spoke, that Lord of Castamere but now the rains weep o'er his halls with no one there to hear

[elainecompsyn]

Flying Dicks on Pumpkins | Jax & Elaine

"This is literally the best pumpkin I think I've ever carved. And I've carved quite a lot of pumpkins over the years." Elaine said as she cradled the pumpkin she and Jax had decorated in her lap. By this point in the night she'd already kicked off the crystal-encrusted heels she'd been wearing all night for her costume and had her feet per usual up on the dash of Jax's car, floofy princess dress pooling around her knees.

"It's a total masterpiece. I'd say we should put it out on your porch, but I'd worry some punk kids would smash it instead of recognizing the artistic genius of a shit-ton of tiny winged dicks flying in the shape of a larger dick." She grinned over at the boy next to her, raising an eyebrow as she wiggled the pumpkin at him. "So what do you think? Go to your house, find a place of prominence to display our finest work?"

Elaine was well aware of the fact that it would be one of the few times she'd actually stepped inside of Jax's house. Most of their dalliances had occurred either at Celia's mansion or wherever they could find a half-covered place to have at each other. Even to the point where Elaine had gotten over her previous hesitance about the back of his truck, finding that it wasn't half bad once you laid a blanket down.

But she couldn't take back what she'd said earlier. Not that she'd ever want to... She was his. He was hers. Maybe it was time to stop forcing him into her space. And so what if dawn was only a few hours away. She could get home in time. Or maybe just find a dark enough space so I can stay with him a little longer... She thought, gaze flickering away a little.

"Unless you're wiped out from the party and just wanna drop me off home. I know it's kinda late and unlike me, you've got somewhere to be the morning, I bet." Elaine half-smiled at Jax, tracing the grooves in the top of the pumpkin absently.

God she was a sap for this dumb dog. 

[romantictendencies-blog]

[mehkowalski]

I’ve always wanted to draw Anastasia so it’s about time

[elainecompsyn]

Elaine Compsyn as Anastasia Romanov

[abigayle12000]

[elainecompsyn]

I'm Maybe/Not Your Girlfriend | Jaxlaine [closed]

"Whatever. I still stand by the fact that my water gun had a hole in it, so I had no water pressure and couldn't shoot. Or else I totally would have destroyed you." Elaine muttered, a small smile still gracing her lips as she and Jax wandered out of the fair, towards his truck. She tried not to think about how nice it felt to have his arm wrapped around her waist with their steps falling in time. They'd spent a little while longer at the fair, chowing down on fair food and riding a few rides, but nothing had really topped their water-racer showdown. Jax had whooped up a storm after winning that final run, pumping his fist in the air and yelling like he'd just won a million dollars instead. Jax's happiness had almost been palpable, it was that intense.

It had been probably one of the most beautiful moments Elaine had seen in a hundred years. And even though she was rarely honest with herself--that scared Elaine. The fact that seeing this stupid dog happy--my stupid happy dog, a part of her chimed in helpfully--made her feel something, like the world brightened a little; that wasn't okay. She had a mission. She had a goal, one that had the distinct possibility of hurting any mortal Elaine had made the mistake of caring for.

And all of a sudden, Elaine was terrified of what that could mean for Jax.

"But a bet's a bet, and as I'm anything by a woman of honor, I'll stand by what I said." Elaine all but purred as they got to the truck, slipping out from Jax's grasp a little to lean against the truck and pull him towards her by the belt. "You won, so you're on top tonight. And don't think I'll be too pleased from losing." She teased, brushing her nose gently against his for a second, unable to quite keep herself from feeling a rush of pride at their matching grins. That's right, she thought. I did this. I make you smile that stupid smile I've never seen on anyone before, even you. That smile makes you mine, and me yours....

At that sudden thought, Elaine's spine stiffened, swallowing the lump that formed in her throat and picked up the enormous stuffed leopard they had won, waggling its head at Jax. "Maybe I'll even let Jax Jr. here sit in the corner and watch since you're such a fan of cats." She teased, trying to put space between the two of them by physically putting the stuffed animal between them. After all how long she could keep him distant like this? Keep him a toy, a plaything to keep her bed warm during the night, when she found herself more interested in his stupid smiles than anything else.

It was terrifying and wonderful all in the same moment, but like hell she was gonna mention it.

[jodiesara-deactivated20220103]

[alina-aleksanders]

[jaxon-joffrey]

A Vamp & Her Dog || Elaine & Jax (closed)

[elainecompsyn]

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[elainecompsyn]

Now it was seriously taking everything within Elaine not to laugh. After all, the look Jax's face was priceless. It was as if she had insulted both his truck, his best friend, and his mama all in one fell swoop--Just because she had said he didn't need direction from her. It was hilarious.

Her back arched a little as Jax's tongue swirled inside of her, small purrs of contentment echoing deep between her ribs in response to the gentle stirrings she felt growing within her. It was her game too, after all. He'd get his three chances, yes, but now that she was very certain Jax was up to the challenge... It wasn't as if she was going to make it easy for him, either.

At least, that was the plan. But as Jax's fingers dipped into her, those soft purrs shifted into a deep groan. Her body was fucking betraying her (pun also intended) as her fingers in Jax's hair tightened their grip and her hips gently bucked forward, trying to drive the fingers still stroking her even deeper. The young vampire closed her eyes, head tilting back a little as he stroked her achingly slowly, all the while his lips and tongue still flickered against her clit.

The feelings washing over Elaine were blinding. God fucking damn did this boy really fucking know what he was doing. It was taking all of Elaine's strength and a bit of her nails clutching tight at the bedsheet to keep from crying out. She was going to power through it. She'd keep that from him, she'd make him work harder than he ever had before to make her scream. She was born to greatness, damnit.

And then he began to pick up speed...

Elaine's body writhed under his touch as his hands and lips moved hard against her, assaulting her from all sides with pleasure the likes she hadn't felt in decades. And yet she still clenched her teeth, waiting. Soft, shuddering whines echoed from her mouth as she could feel her body beginning to coil around Jax's fingers, begging for release.

She couldn't hold it any more. Maybe she thought that holding back out only increase the feelings, but god, how good his fingers felt ramming inside of her as he licked and sucked at her folds was just too much. "Jax..." Elaine finally breathed out, a quiet SNKK echoing over her slowly gaining volume gasps as her fangs flickered forward of their own accord. "God, Jax... Fuck!" She repeated, her body coiling tighter and tighter around him until finally, the world exploded before her eyes.

Elaine nearly lifted herself off the bed, head thrown back as she let out a howling scream of pleasure that she'd surely be questioned about later by Celia. But for now, none of that mattered as she tried to ride out the last few waves of her climax as they ebbed away. 

"Jesus Christ on a goddamn fucking cracker..." Her hand slowly unclenched from its death grip on her sheets to wipe stray hair from her face. "If I haven't mentioned that I'm keeping you before, I am now." She groaned, using the hands that was still tangled tightly in Jax's hair to pull the young man towards her. "Plus... No one's ever done that well on the first try." Elaine grinned up at him before flipping them over so she could better press harsh kisses against his chest, her fangs scraping gently against his skin.

"Service like that deserves a favor in return... Anything.... come to mind?" She asked slyly. Mischief sparkled in Elaine's eyes then, her fingers slowly wandering down to tug at his boxers, beginning to pull them away. "If not, I'm sure I can think of something."

[jaxon-joffrey]

A Vamp & Her Dog || Elaine & Jax (closed)

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[elainecompsyn]

It took everything in Elaine not to giggle as the horror of realizing what he had suggested flooded Jax's face. Poor little puppy. He really did think that he could fail here. Thought she really was giving over all control. Hah. As if she ever would give anyone complete power over her.

But still, the way he stared at her, how his gaze lingered on her fangs as if he were entranced, it sent a shiver of anticipation down Elaine's spine. Was this what the vampires of old used to feel like? As if they were being worshiped by those that gazed upon them?

Because Elaine could get used to this. She could get used to the gentle feeling of Jax's work-roughened hands leaving sparking trails along her body.  Or his lips pressing those feather light kisses along her torso that seemed to send what blood still ran through her veins pooling downward.

He was dangerous in this way. Elaine locked eyes with Jax as his teeth pulled at her underwear, lifting her hips to help him, even as how agonizingly slowly he was moving only served to make her more impatient and wanting for him. But she had said she'd give him three chances to guess. And if anything, Elaine was a woman of her word.

Not that she should have doubted anything, really, for even as she left out a soft breath when his fingers rubbed gently against her, it was nothing compared to the feeling of his tongue lapping against her (admittedly already wet) folds. Elaine gasped loudly, her hips bucking towards him slightly and her hands tightly gripping the bedsheets.

"Good boy." She moaned, one hand managing to release its hold on her sheets to tangle in Jax's hair, pressing him a bit closer. "Seems you don't really need much instruction after all." 

[cecilia-monroe]

Remember, Remember | Cecilia & Elaine

[cecilia-monroe]

Gazing over her shoulder at her child, the corner of her mouth turned slightly upward as Cecilia fixed her with a look. One might assume that nearly seven hundred years might teach one patience, but in Cecilia’s case it was still a trait of which she had little, and yet whatever she did have, she seemed to pour into her love of her lineage - both in pursuing vengeance in the family that had stolen her child from her, and in lavishing adoration upon her offspring: both her vampire Progeny and her human progeny. Granted, Cecilia had a slightly off-kilter means of expressing her devotion to both parties, but of their proud heritage neither could possibly be ignorant. She was fond of reminding them both that their was greatness in their blood.

Now, smirking at her daughter, these feelings seemed to radiate from the elder vampire, bright eyes glittering in the lamp light that filtered into the room as she watched the girl rise from her grave. “No?” she teased, lightly, when Elaine complained of no longer being a child. “What an excellent impression you offer.” Her eyes were amused, the smirk cracking into a smile. Cecilia silently reminded herself to savor these precious moments. Change seemed to flutter at their backs and any misstep, she felt sure, would leave them crashing into the abyss. There was other news, too - news she was not particularly anxious to share, as she could guess the impact it would take upon her child - but there was no hint of the fact in her face, save her pensiveness. As Elaine took up her place by Cecilia’s side, the elder reached out to touch her descendant’s hair, pushing it gently behind her shoulder and feeling the fine thread skitter across her fingertips. Blue eyes drifted back towards the town, glittering with electricity from nearly every window. “The hardest thing about being a vampire, sometimes,” she mused, “Is going back home.” It was a trick of that peculiar word - this idea that home was a tangible place. Oxford had once been Elaine’s home, true enough, but that had been another life for both city and woman. “I shall never return to Calais, now that it is no longer necessary. To look on the place is sickening to me. I no longer know it.” Absently, her she touched the cool window pane. “I fear that is the damage time will bring to everything you have ever known, my dear,” she observed. There was regret in her tone. Some part of Cecilia wished bitterly that she could somehow change this fact, for she knew the pain of it much too well: it had been much too cruelly enacted upon her and her children. She had missed the vast majority of Elaine’s life - certainly her childhood. “But to me.” Resting a reassuring hand on her daughter’s arm, she smiled warmly. “You shall always have me, and I shall never change.” At the sound of Elaine’s question, Cecilia turned to face her, once again. “I have much to tell you, my darling,” she began. “It is best that it be only the two of us. Would you prefer to stay in, or to walk? That much, I shall leave to your discretion.”

[elainecompsyn]

Elaine watched Celia speak with a quiet air of concern. Of course, she had heard time and again the stories of her lineage, of her mother's tragedies and the reasons for her own journey of revenge, mirroring in strange ways Elaine's own desires. But it didn't change how she could see the pain in her mother's eyes, hiding behind stoic stiffness and a mask perfected over hundreds of years. There was much to be said for their bond--perhaps not forged in the sharing of blood and soul, but instead of so much time that Elaine felt she knew every small nuance of her Mother's moods.

And so Elaine simply smiled at the woman's advice, stepping closer so that she could wrap her arms gently around Celia's waist and lean her head against her shoulder in a soft hug. "This town has gone to shit, anyway." She muttered. "Perhaps home really is a silly notion. I'll be here long after Oxford has turned to dust... Besides, home has become wherever we are together." Elaine lifted her head to smile once more at Celia, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek before flitting away to her closet, deciding what to wear for the evening.

"Much to tell me, you say?" She teased, light-heartedly mimicking Celia's voice right back to her. "Sounds extremely serious. I'm intrigued." A soft laugh bubbled over her tongue as she pulled one of her many red dresses over her head. "Though nothing helps a serious discussion more than fresh air, even if we hardly need it ourselves. Lends a bit more space for thought, don't you agree?" Elaine turned then and went to wrap her arm about Celia's, smiling brightly. "So come then. I found a new park the other day, let's head there, and you can tell me this grave news on the way."

[fumerosmelissa]

[jaxon-joffrey]

A Vamp & Her Dog || Elaine & Jax (closed)

[jaxon-joffrey]

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[elainecompsyn]

Elaine let out her own deep growl as Jax flipped her over, blue eyes flashing with challenge while he pinned her back against the bed with his body. And yet, he flashed her that damn grin, seeming so proud that he'd gotten one slow step further. It was so fucking cute she could smack him.

The thought startled Elaine. Not the violence, per-say. She was a violent woman by nature (and nurture really, shout out to Celia for raising Elaine bloodthirsty), but it was the fact that she found that naive happiness... adorable on Jax. It made no sense. He was a dog. A toy. A plaything she could pick up or throw away on a whim. And yet at the same time, the thought of him touching anyone else the way he was touching her--well it sent a shiver down her spine that had much more to do with possessive anger than adoration.

But as Jax's rough and callused hands ran gently over her sensitive skin, the challenging and angry growls rumbling in her throat deepened into gentle purrs. "Enlighten you, hmm?" She said, hands combing through his hair and gently twisting and tugging at it with her fingers. "That's a big words coming from you, mister." Elaine chuckled darkly, but still writhed a little under the feel of his hot breath misting against her skin. Especially when he murmured something about guessing.

"Perhaps I had plans to whip you into shape tonight... But the idea of you trying to guess anything about me sounds a bit more amusing." One of her hands then changed from  their gentle ministrations to tug sharply at Jax's hair, pulling his head up from his attentions to her collarbone to force him to look her in the eye. The other wrapped gently around his jaw, keeping him steady while also allowing her to run a finger up and down along the vein that throbbed in his neck. It was taking a lot out of her not to just sink her fangs right into him right now with how... exposed he was above her.

It was delicious.

"We can play this game of yours... Guess what to do next. You guess correctly... I'll let you keep control, let you do as you will with me. But guess wrong more than twice..." Elaine flicked her fangs forward, running her tongue gently along their sharp edges as she stared the boy down with dark laughter sparkling in her eyes. "You become my little toy for the remainder of the night. No questions, no protests... Mine." She nearly hissed the last word, almost the same way Elaine had hissed at the bartender back at the bar. Perhaps it was that same possessiveness coming over her again as she leaned up to harshly kiss him, one last move of her own before starting their game.

Elaine slowly released her grip on Jax, laying back against the pillows and setting her arms to the side as she looked expectantly up at him. "Well then, go on... What to do next, hmm?"

[jaxon-joffrey]

A Vamp & Her Dog || Elaine & Jax (closed)

[jaxon-joffrey]

Jax was practically drooling as she finally walked away from him. Holy shit, how did she do that? It’s like she knew exactly what to do to turn him on. He was pretty sure he had a tent in his pants at this point. He could still feel the ice cold of her fingers on his skin and her lips on his. And he almost fell along to follow after her like a good puppy would. But then he recalled her instructions.

He could do this. A determined look came over his face and he adjusted his jeans to try and hid his hard on as much as possible. He went into the house, trying not to scoff at the grandeur of it all. It was just… silly. It honestly just made him want to cackle. He obviously had no taste or sophistication. But that was part of what made him who he was. And hopefully what she would like him for.

Wait, what? No, he didn’t care if she liked him or not. Nope. Not at all. This was just sex.

And so, when he found the door and went inside, he peeled his shirt off. First, because he was burning up (was he nervous? No. No not at all), second because he wanted to be nearly ready for her when she returned. But he didn’t have much time to think about the rest. Because she walked through the door.

Jax turned to face her, and without a word, he rushed her. His lips caught hers and his hand gripped the door, slamming it shut and pressing her back into it. His hands gripped hold of her waist like she would disappear if he didn’t. Every movement was rough and needy. Could he possibly be this addicted to her already?

[elainecompsyn]

God, this was bullshit. Elaine growled to herself as she trudged up the stairs, leaving behind both Jackson and Celia from the little family get-together they'd sprung on her. Such a waste of time. But much as she thought, they soon were too wrapped up in each other to notice her slipping back inside the house. A smirk crossed the girl's lips though as she could smell Jax's nerves all the way down the hall. Poor little puppy smelled like he was working up a sweat.

Elaine slowed down a little, taking her time to wander towards her room, reveling in the tension she could almost feel radiating all the way back to the stairs. She pushed her straps off her shoulders and stepped out of her dress, tossing it in a laundry chute as she walked past. It was a nice dress. One of her favorites even. Elaine wasn't about to have Jax tear it in half as he ripped it from her body. 

She stood in her underwear for a moment outside the door, putting a hand to her chin and just letting the pure heat pulsating from her room wash over her. A grin spread across Elaine's face and sparkled in her eyes as she finally pushed open the door and stepped inside.

He didn't even give her a second to stand there triumphant in her own goddamn doorway. In an instant he had crashed against her, and Elaine could think of nothing else but his burning hot body pressed to her own. His hands were gripping her waist so tight she was sure she'd bruise if she even could any more.

But somehow, even though anyone else manhandling her like this would send Elaine into a rage, Jax's desperation just... made her laugh. Elaine actually laughed into his heated kiss, her tongue going to dance against his own. Her hands traced small swirls along his muscles as they roamed up his chest and clawed gently across his back. At least until she pulled herself closer, pressing her body against the length of his and rubbing gently against the erection she could already feel raging.

"Someone's excited." She purred in Jax's ear as she pulled away from the kiss, giving him a second to breathe and herself a moment to nip gently at the sensitive place where his neck and collarbone met. "How generous of you to wait until we were inside again." The girl teased, locking eyes with Jax as she let her hands slide down to grasp his belt buckle again.

"But you're mistaken if you think I'm gonna let you fuck me against my bedroom door." There was a mischievous twinkle in her gaze as she pushed Jax gently away from her, but not enough to lose her tight grip on his belt. "You've fucked me against a wall once tonight..." She slowly walked backwards towards her bed, pulling Jax along by his buckle, never breaking eye contact with him. "And if I wanted that again, we wouldn't have made it inside, let alone all the way up here."

Elaine grinned at Jax then, using her speed to spin them around and push Jax back onto her bed. "'Cause you're in my house now, wolfie. You play by my rules." She then climbed on top of Jax, pulling him into another hard kiss, one hand running through his hair as the other began to work at his belt.

[elainecompsyn]

Oh... You're Here | Elaine & Jackson {Close}

[jacksonfosterr]

Jackson sound himself sitting in the living room flipping through the pages of the latest book he had borrowed from Cecilia’s library. While his maker had gone out not too long ago she had insisted that her progeny stay in the mansion to unwind. Despite the fact that he’d only been in Oxford for a handful of days, Cecilia had told Jackson more than once that she would like him to spend more time in the mansion. Aside from sleep, the young vampire spent most of his time at his own apartment which he chose to keep despite having a room here at the mansion.

Tonight, he was respecting his makers wishes. He was trying to be more comfortable around his second home. Unfortunately, it was easier said than done, especially when this was home to a third vampire. A vampire who was more or less set on make Jackson’s stay here a living hell.

Well, two could play that game.

"Cecelia’s house," he corrected, the faintest of grins on his face, his eyes still focused on the book in his lap. Normally Jackson was a kill ‘em with kindness sort of guy, the perks of being a Southern boy and all but even he had his limits. He knew good and well that Elaine wasn’t fond of him but much to the other vampires displeasure, Jackson wasn’t going anywhere, at least not anytime soon. And Elaine surely knew that.

[elainecompsyn]

Elaine felt a flame blaze inside of her as Jackson snapped back at her. Fingers curled deep into the plush of the chair, nearly causing tears in the soft fabric. "She built it for the two of us a hundred years ago, so it's just as much my house as hers. You're the one that's intruding here, Foster." She hissed at the other vampire, her fangs flashing for a moment, almost daring him to challenge her further.

Of course, Elaine would never really hurt Jackson. Celia did care for him, and there was nothing she wanted more than Celia's happiness. It's just...

She had to pick this asshole to be the one who made her happy? Elaine had no idea what the hell had possessed her mother. He must be a riot in bed. Not that Elaine hadn't wondered herself way back before Celia turned him. She'd admit that he was gorgeous in his uniform...

But now he was a goddamn thorn in her side. And that was... frustrating.

"Why are you here anyway? I can't smell Celia at all. Did she leave you here all by your lonesome?" She mocked, pouting exaggeratedly and batting her eyelashes before laughing loudly and shaking her head. "Surprised you didn't go off running after her already. It's disgusting how you fawn over her. She's so far above you, you know.

[alina-aleksanders]

Definitely love.

[jaxon-joffrey]

A Vamp & Her Dog || Elaine & Jax (closed)

[jaxon-joffrey]

"I didn’t say nothin’ bout fuckin’ in here,” he said, motioning to the cabin of the truck that they sat in. “Nah, there’s not enough room in here to fuck a woman proper in here. I was talkin’ bout the bed of the truck,” he said, motioning through the back window to the bed of his truck which - despite the rest of his truck - was rather clean. “It’s pretty great, but I’m also a redneck,” he shrugged, “You seem too… Fancy for that.” Disappointing, but he’d get over it. Not that he’d ever really expected her to do it in the first place.

"Yeah, stealth ninja," he said with a nod, but then blinked a few times before saying, "Stealth ninja werewolf, even better!” He then couldn’t help but burst into laughter, “I didn’t have no high school sweetheart. I spent high school fuckin’ all the teachers. I ain’t never kept no girl past three nights. I ain’t wired that way.”

He knew the house she was talking about. He’d always crinkled his nose at it. Who needed that much space? What did you need any more than a bedroom, a living room, a bathroom, and a kitchen? Anything else seemed stupid. “Alright,” he said, his thumbs drumming against the steering wheel as they made their way.

Jax watched her get comfortable in his truck and couldn’t help but grin. He knew she’d see how comfy it was eventually. But it didn’t take them long to arrive at the place (or hotel as he viewed it) she called home. He pulled to a stop on the street outside, parking on the curb so that her… mother wouldn’t see his truck and feel the need to insult it. Jax could take a lot, but nobody insulted Bessie. Mm mm. Nope.

He kicked open his door and walked around, opening hers for her and helping her down from the truck. “This place is pretty…” he stopped, trying to find the right word for it, “Big.” His nose crinkled as he looked at it. Luxury and excess like this had never been his thing, “You like stuff like this?”

[elainecompsyn]

"Oh, well, if that's what you meant..." Elaine said with a bit of a chuckle, glancing over her shoulder to the truck bed. "Hmm. Actually not that bad. Perhaps I'd only need three showers instead of five." She teased. The truth was, Elaine probably wouldn't mind. She put on this air of being high-brow, what with all that leftover gentility still running under her skin after a hundred years, but if Elaine was honest with herself...

She knew all too well the rough way of life Jax was accusing her of discarding. Elaine had lived that before. Perhaps not for a hundred years, but  she could remember it all like it was yesterday. And, if she was honest, she'd liked the freedom being a housemaid had given her. Even though she had been working for a Yankee, and that hurt her gentry-bred pride, being a servant had given her anonymity. No one paid attention to the pretty young girl dressed in hand-me-down uniforms.

Except a couple of vampires, that is...

"Oh, excuse me, stealth ninja werewolf. Much more impressive. My mistake." She grinned again, shaking her head. What a dork. "And three days? Well... Good to know you've got an expiration date for your lady friends. So I'm guessing I won't have to make weekend plans with you, then?" Elaine raised an eyebrow as she watched Jax drum his thumbs against the steering wheel out of the corner of her eye. Something in her chest twanged a bit. Not that his stupid jokes or dumb grin meant much to her--he was just an old fling she'd happened upon again--but... she did find herself settling further into the truck seat as if she had done this before and would find herself here again.

Even so, it didn't feel long enough when they finally stopped outside the mansion. Elaine looked up at the large building that had been her home so many years ago and she had come back to once again as Jax helped her out of the truck. "It's Mother's design. She always has had bigger pockets than me, and a more...elegant taste, I guess." She shrugged a little and grinned over at the boy. "Though to be honest, I think she just wanted to make sure there'd be enough space between me and her progeny. Doesn't quite want me tearing her little pet in half." Elaine chuckled darkly to herself before reaching out and taking Jax's hand and leading him up the path towards the mansion.

"C'mon. I'll give you the five-second tour. Most important parts of the house only..." The girl's lips then spread into a sly grin as she turned to look over her shoulder at him. "Namely my room." She then pulled Jax close as they reached the back garden, pressing a hard kiss to his lips before a soft voice calling her name pulled a groan from Elaine. "Shit... Mother heard me." Elaine whispered before shouting up towards the balcony overlooking the backyard. "Coming!"

The young woman turned back to Jax, smiling gently and pressing herself a little closer to him, trailing soft kisses along the edge of his jaw. "I have to go say hello, but head right up the big staircase. Second floor, third door on the right, that's me." She grinned up at him, a hand running up under his shirt and trailing soft designs against his skin. "I'll make it worth the wait, I promise. I won't be too long." Elaine pulled gently on his belt buckle then before pressing one more kiss against his lips and flitting away, leaving the door open behind her.

[cecilia-monroe]

Remember, Remember | Cecilia & Elaine

The hinges of Elaine’s coffin squealed in protest as Cecilia slowly lifted the lid. Her daughter’s eyes were still shut and, reaching inside, Cecilia ran her fingers through the impossibly soft strands of her hair, her fingers across her cheek. “It’s time, darling,” she whispered, “Arise. The sun has fled.” Cecilia felt oddly unsettled, but looking into Elaine’s face was settling as she pressed lips to her pale brow. Meeting Jaden Keventry the night before this had left Cecilia feeling cold inside and somehow cut off from herself, as if she were a spirit stalking through the slumbering world. And perhaps she was. She’d died centuries ago…She could no longer recall the slight weight of her child - Elaine’s ancestor - resting in her arms. Meeting the Keventries, she’d expected to envisage Aaren whose talons had snatched her baby away forever, but instead she couldn’t shake the image of his brother, the child’s father…Elaine’s ancestor. She had never tried to deny that she could see Adair’s traces in the girl’s features - her high cheekbones, the way her chin curved…But she’d never expected to see that in Aaren’s descendants as well. Shaking off the notion - she reminded herself it could not be - she stood, holding open coffin. “It’s time. Let’s greet the night.” Strolling away, she flitted towards the window of Elaine’s room, gazing out into the night. She’d been sure to plate all the windows with a special glass that prevented UV-rays from invading, but she had still been careful in situating their rooms to be sure that the sun could not reach far inside and, certainly, that its glow never hit their coffins. That was her duty, afterall: keep them all safe, whatever the cost.

[elainecompsyn]

Elaine let out a small groan as Mother ran her gentle fingers through her hair, across her skin in an attempt to wake her slowly. It was a small pleasure that Elaine didn't like to admit she looked forward to every evening. To know that this woman who had cared for her, protected her, done everything for her for hundreds of years, would still come to wake her every evening with a soft kiss to her brow.

"You couldn't even give me five more minutes?" She mumbled, providing her customary response to Celia's gentle prodding. The girl sat up slowly and ran a hand through her hair in an attempt to break up the tangles her hair had accrued through the day. "It's as if you expect that I need less and less beauty sleep as the decades accumulate. Or as if you forget that I can stay up earlier as time goes on." She paused, then, a small smile crossing her lips as she thought of how she'd flit from Jax's side in the mere moments before the dawn, racing against the sun to get home again. "I'm a hundred and fifty years old, Mother. I'm not a child any longer." Elaine teased, stepping out of her coffin to go stand by Celia's side, leaning against the windowframe and looking out across the city.

"It's so strange now, isn't it?" She said quietly. "I stepped out of the cab and I couldn't even recognize the trees." Elaine bit her lip and shook her head. "I suppose I shouldn't have expected it to remain the same after a hundred years. I saw the progress before my very eyes in Europe and beyond! I just... Had almost hoped this place hadn't changed along with the rest of the world." 

"At least we're still together, I suppose. That hasn't changed a bit." She crossed her arms over her chest, running a hand up and down her ice-cold skin before giving Celia a soft smile. The woman in front of Elaine was actually one of the few who actually could get the young vampiress to smile. Perhaps it was the familial affection, or even more likely, perhaps it was the fact that Celia was one of the only people Elaine trusted. "If you plan on 'greeting the night' as you said, does that mean you'll be going on my evening walk with me? Or did you have other plans for the two of us? You know I wouldn't mind either way..." As long as Jackson wouldn't be joining them, of course.