Nora Carrington

i'm not here looking for absolution, because I found myself an old solution; Nora Carrington. 24/356. Vampire

[mordikaimerlyn]

Devil's Crossing || Nora & Kai

It had been nearly three months since he’d seen Nora and her extremely odd posse. When the first vision had come to him, he’d sworn to himself he wouldn’t be sucked in by it all and that he would stay in Europe and let Val and her band of idiots take care of themselves. It was almost a whole month he succeeded with that goal. Yet here he was, walking down the streets of Oxford, Mississippi. He couldn’t help but grin as he though of how unhappy Nora must be to be stuck here.

He couldn’t help but wonder what it was that had brought Val here. It seemed an exceedingly useless town. But one ripe with supernatural danger. Kai was smart enough and in tune with his surroundings enough to feel the way that the supernatural peace seemed to be hanging by a thread.

But, as if he couldn’t tell that he and Val were both in danger, he trotted up the stairs to the loft he could sense Nora in. With a twist of his fingers towards the lock, the door swung open and he strode inside with a grand gesture of his hands, “Don’t worry, darlings, I’ve returned.” He could - of course - tell that Nora was the only one present at the moment, but that didn’t keep him from thinking that anyone and everyone in the world was blessed to have his presence.

He grinned as Nora came into view. “Well, if it isn’t one of my favorite ladies of the night,” he said, his accent so delightfully Welsh. Kai strode towards her and then used magic to pull her close and he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly, grin still on his face from how he knew she must be grimacing. “I missed you so, darling.”

As much as he joked around and used sarcasm as a shield, he genuinely did care for Nora. He didn’t make heart eyes at just anyone, and Nora and his own guardian vampire were the only two he’d done so to in the past seven years.

[eleanoracarrington]

Nora had been enjoying a peaceful evening indoors after the hell of the week she's had — and if Val was insisting that they step into the middle of impending war, then the vampire was going to make every minute of peace and quiet a good one. Or at least that's what she had planned. Nora had been in the middle of reading when she caught the familiar scent earning an audible "No," from the vampire.

She quickly tossed her book aside and headed towards her living room where Mordikai Meryln  currently stood with a stupid grin on his equally stupid attractive face. She would rather walk into the sun than admit that that narcissistic warlock was attractive.

"What the hell-" the words died in the vampires mouth when she suddenly felt herself being pulled towards the blonde. Naturally, she tried to fight this even though she knew it was probably pointless. As expected, the brunette grimaced when she felt Kai wrap his wrapping his arms around her tightly (with a smug smile on his face, no doubt). Why? Why was this happening right now? "I wish I could say the same," she muttered, having no choice but to stand still as the warlock held her.

Fuck, he smelled great. Nora mentally kicked herself because had she really just thought that?

"What are you even doing here?" she finally asked, completely ignoring his previous statements. Nora would rather spend a century wrapped tightly in silver than admit she had missed the arrogant son of a bitch. Because yeah, she might have missed their bickering...and his smart comments...and his extremely blue eyes and delicious Welsh accent — Nora actually rolled her eyes at herself at that one.

"How did you even find us? Don't tell me Val actually summoned you here." Like hell that would be the case. Or at least Nora hoped so.

[eleanoracarrington]

Family Matters | Valencia & Nora

For the past three centuries Nora had never really had a home. Yes, she had a family which made up for it but settling in one place for too long had never been the Bellefrys style. Apparently that was just the glorified life of a hunter. For the the most part Nora had adapted quickly to the hectic lifestyle…but things were different now. She wasn’t with her family anymore. She wasn’t under their control.

Not entirely, anyway.

Valencia Bellefry was going to be the death of her. From the moment Nora had laid eyes on the curly headed toddler, barely a year old, she knew she was a goner. There was something about Val that made Nora feel…well, feelings. Yes, Nora cared about the Bellefrys; hell, she had spent the past three centuries looking out for them but Val was different. Val had always been the exception. Which is why Nora had gone against her families orders, after everything they’d done for her, and took off with Val. The plan was to find Allyson, which they had. Thankfully.

But what now?

Not long after the sun went down Nora made her way into Valencia’s house, thankful to find the blonde sitting comfortably with what the vampire assumed was a spell book in her lap. Closing the door securely behind her, Nora made her way over towards the blonde and took a seat on one of the couches opposite of her. It wasn’t like brunette to sulk but…well, stranger things have happened. “How much longer are we going to stay here?” she found herself asking, her blue eyes full of, dare she say it, hope, as she looked at Val.

[valencia-bellefry]

"Dammit!" Valencia cried out. She’d been trying a new spell for nearly two hours, but to no avail. Low drum melodies played quietly in the background of the dark room in which she sat, surrounded mostly by candles. Her head turned sharply as she felt Nora pass over her barrier and then came through the door. The wind of Nora’s pace of movement brushed the mop of curls on Val’s head back over her shoulder, the candle’s flames flickered sideways and then struggled back upwards. She could feel each of the flames, could feel them starving the room of it’s oxygen in order to keep living. How alike flames were to humans.

Val was pulled from her reverie by Nora’s voice and the witch’s eyes landed on one of her two favorite brunette companions. Brant was, unfortunately, out for the evening - something about finding a girl to spend his night with. Val did her best not to be offended, but she knew even her very cherished vampires needed time without her.

"Nora," Val said softly, standing from her place on the floor and walking over to the couch that she now occupied. Dropping down beside her, Val reached out and took hold of her hand, "I…" She didn’t even know where to start, but she supposed the best place was, "I can’t leave yet." But, she knew that Nora wasn’t going to like the reason. In fact, Nora was going to hate the reason. “There’s a war brewing here. Between Vampires and Werewolves. I know you’re about to yell at me - or more likely just treat me to that insufferable silence you’re so good at - but I am the most valuable weapon either side could have. I know you think that means I should run for the hills since it might put me in danger. But with you and Brant in combination with my own power, we could win the damn war ourselves if we wanted.”

Val glanced around them, as if she were looking at the house; but with her senses and ability to feel nature and even the wind outside, she was looking at this town. She could see it all in one glance, see where each breathing creature was, and feel those people as the early January wind wrapped around them. “I have to stay. I have a foot in both sides of this war. And I have to stay and make sure that those I love don’t come to harm,” she said, her eyes returning to Nora, “And that means Allyson, too. She’s a hunter, true, but she’s going to need our help, too.”

Val followed this with that tender, almost childlike, smile of hers (the one she used to win Nora over about 85% of the time), “Please, stay.”

[eleanoracarrington]

Nora stayed silent at the witches words — she had been afraid that would've been the case. She bit her tongue, letting Val explain her reasoning for such a decision...or at least hint at it. Guardian or not, Nora would follow Valencia to the ends of the Earth without question...but sometimes these decisions weren't entirely thought out. Like the sudden decision to reside here in Oxford, of all places.

Of course Val had her reasons for leading the group here even if she had yet to really tell them why. Still, aside from the fact that the town was crawling in supernatural the group of them hadn't found themselves in any messy situations...yet. But with an impending supernatural war — well, how could they not get into trouble?

"Dammit, Val," the words escaped her lips in a whisper, shaking her head slightly as she tore her gaze away from the blonde. She took a moment to stare at their hands in attempt to keep her cool — it was occasionally hard to do when Valencia was so willing to put herself in dangerous situations. Honestly, sometimes it felt like two vampires weren't enough. Brant was centuries old and, unfortunately, the most powerful vampire Nora had yet to meet — and while she herself was only three centuries old, Nora had constantly proved that she was still a force to be reckoned with. But a supernatural war? No, she and Brant couldn't possible be enough.

"Vampires and werewolves. I don't see room for a witch on either side of this war," she finally spoke, concern evident on her face. "You said it yourself, Val, you're a weapon. Can you imagine what they'd do in order to get you on their side? Me and Brant, weren't not going to be enough." The frustration was clear in her voice and throughout her body as she stood suddenly and paced the room. This was just a disaster waiting to happen and Val had to know it. But dammit, she also had a point.

Letting out a breath of defeat, Nora eventually resumed her position on the couch. She was silent for a moment, just staring at the blonde with a hesitant expression her face. "Of course I'm staying. But putting yourself in the middle of a war...it's just — it's not a good idea, Val."

[eleanoracarrington]

Love Lost | Brennan & Nora

After three centuries as a hunter, emotions were no longer an easy concept for Nora to understand. Feelings were complicated and messy, murder was easy. The only time the vampire showed any sign of emotion was when she was dealing with Val, and dare she admit it, Brant Svansson. Nora wasn’t an emotional being…but she sure as hell was nostalgic one.

Which was odd considering she didn’t have a single memory before the moment Yelina Bellefry found her in the forest nearly 300 years ago.

It was frustrating, really. It happened from time to time seemingly out of nowhere. Nora would be doing ordinary tasks when suddenly she found herself remembering - or trying too. It was mere curiosity, at least that’s what she’d been telling herself for the past century now. But deep down she knew that wasn’t the case. If so, she would have asked the Bellefry’s about her past a long time ago.

Until then Nora would just have to settle. Like tonight, for example.

Nora had managed to sit peacefully in her apartment for two whole hours after the sun went down before she finally gave up and decided to head out. Her decision was more or less sparked by the fourth time she caught herself rereading the same page of her book, having found her mind wandering each time. So she headed for her usual spot, which just so happened to be down by the docks near the lake. Despite the slight Winter chill, the water wasn’t actually frozen which allow the moonlight to reflect against it perfectly. It was surprisingly peaceful. Now if Nora could only be alone to enjoy it…

She’d been sitting peacefully on the dock, her feet dangling just above the water when she caught the scent of another vampire. Nora still hated vampires, especially when they intruded on what was supposed to be her relaxation time. “Look, I know it’s a small town but there have got to be more exciting places for you to linger around,” she spoke out loud, not bothering to turn her attention from the lake. When there was no answer but the scent remained, Nora stood suddenly and looked around ready to tear a new one into what was probably an irritating baby vampire, those were the worst. However the words died in her mouth when she caught sight of the man standing not too far from her. He was…familiar. And extremely gorgeous as much as she’d try to ignore it. So Nora stood there, briefly looking like a deer caught in headlights. 

[brennanodonovan-deactivated2015]

Brennan had nights where he was haunted. It probably wasn’t surprising for an over 870 year old vampire. He’d done his fair share of killing. But it wasn’t someone he’d killed that haunted him tonight. It was the one and only woman he’d ever truly loved. Eleanora. It had been so many years, centuries… But every now and then, he had nights where all he could see was her face, all he could feel was the soft silk of her skin under his fingers.

Tonight was one of those nights.

So when he went running about Oxford like a madman and came across her scent, he’d first thought it was just his imagination. But when he’d followed it to it’s source and found Nora - really Nora - standing there gazing at the water, he was sure he’d somehow gone to Heaven to see her. And when she spoke, he gasped in a small breath of air. There were very few times that Brennan had been taken back, but in this moment, he was truly in awe.

"Nora," he whispered, the two syllables filled with a veritable mix of emotions. He didn’t know if he was imagining her. All he knew was the smell of her was mixed with a smell like his own - dead… Vampire. He felt an unbearable anger build in his chest for whomever had killed her. Brennan felt an ache in his fangs to rip out the throat of whoever had dared lay their hands on the gorgeous, perfect, bright woman.

"To turn her into such as I am… Would be an abomination."

That was why he’d left. He wanted her to have a life, to live and grow old and bear children. Someone had stolen that from her, and he vowed in that moment to make that person pay. But as he gazed at her, he realized this wasn’t time for his anger. He rushed forward and gripped her shoulders before pulling her to his body and wrapping his arms around her, “Eleanora, I am so… glad to see you. I have missed you every second of every minute we’ve been apart.”

Something was amiss, however, and he wasn’t so blinded by his joy to miss that. Her arms didn’t encircle him. There was no ounce of recognition or relief in her. Had he made a mistake in thinking she would be glad to see him?

[eleanoracarrington]

Nora wasn't exactly sure how much time had passed — it was probably mere seconds but it felt like an eternity had passed as she stood there staring at the other vampire. Looks aside (and damn, it was hard to move past that even for her) there was something familiar about him. Nora had always prided herself on her excellent memory but she couldn't recall ever seeing that face.

Which was a shame, really, but it was more than that. It felt like more than that.

By the time she forced herself out of those thoughts, the other vampire was suddenly standing in front of her and holding her in a tight embrace. For a split second it was almost comforting — and then he'd said her name. His voice, the way her name sounded coming from his lips was...well, Nora wasn't too sure how to react. She still stood frozen in place but this time for a completely different reason.

He was glad to see her? Had missed her? What the hell was going on?

And suddenly Nora was feeling something she hadn't felt in years, or maybe ever: panic. She pushed the man away roughly — which didn't seem to do much since there was only now a foot of distance between them. For someone who was keen on personal space, Nora wasn't as alarmed to be this close to a complete stranger.

But he wasn't really a stranger, was he? It didn't entirely feel that way...

"Who the hell are you?" she asked, an accusing look on her face which thankfully, masked the surprise and or panic. "And how do you know my name? I've never — " she paused, unsure what to even say. She wasn't thinking clearly right now, she couldn't. And it showed. "Did the Bellefrys send you?" she asked, trying to come up with a reasonable explination for what was currently happening within her.

[eleanoracarrington]

[eleanoracarrington]

"No, I suppose you had that part covered long before I came into the picture," she replied, a saddened smile still on her face. Nora had gotten the chance to learn much about Dee’s life, in particular about her relationship with her twin brother. It…

[deannawesley]

As a fresh, newbian Oxfordian (jk she would never live here for longer than she could convince Deanie to leave and maybe Nora now, too), this had been the second time that she had heard this mysterious Fangtopia mentioned. Dee figured it was high time to bite. Maybe not literally, but she was definitely hungry. As if on cue, her tummy gave an indignant little rumble. “Dean wouldn’t let me eat his boy toy, and the next person I ran into told me they were O neg, but were totally A neg,” Dee made casual conversation despite the fact that Nora smelled really nice and occasionally their shoulders would bump as they strolled (honestly — strolled?? Dee didn’t stroll), and sometimes Dee would prick her thumbnail against Nora’s thumb whenever a human bug or poopy werewolf passed a bit too close for her liking. “I’m not seeing the appeal,” Dee’s nose crinkled slightly before she turned and got a look at the brunette’s face and any and all look of disgust seemed to vanish away. “But I found you here, so it can’t be all that bad — can it?” Dee left the question rhetorical as she hugged Nora’s hand up to her chest and followed the scent of a fuckton of blood where she assumed this Fangtopia must be. A pint and some Nora didn’t sound too bad right about now. Dee kept Nora’s hand held tightly to her chest. “How about we start with how you died? Everybody loves a good ol’ tragedy in the form of the dead undead, right?” Unfortunately Dee’s wasn’t as cool as most, but she couldn’t complain if it kept her with her stupid, lovely brother all of these years. And, best of all, Nora. She still couldn’t quite believe the other girl was here. Beside her. Dee gave Nora a sharp pinch to her arm, and then to her side.

[eleanoracarrington]

A small smile remained on Nora’s face as she listened to Dee speak. It was evident that this was just going to be another thing that hadn’t changed despite their century apart — the brunette had always been more on the quiet side but there was just something about listening to Dee talk away that made Nora feel, dare she say it, normal.

It was kind of nice.

"You could find worse things here," she replied, her smile growing fondly even more so when Dee hugged her hand against her chest. Nora was surprised she hadn’t tripped over anything at this point — especially considering her eyes were practically glued to the other vampire. She wasn’t entirely sure where they were going but she let Dee take the lead anyway…just like old times.

"Your brothers here too?" she asked, unable to hide the curiosity in her voice as they walked. Now that could possibly explain Deanna’s new state — or maybe it was reversed given that the Wesley twins would follow one another to the ends ot the Earth. This all just continued to fuel her curiosity as to what exactly Dee had been up too for the past century. All in good time, apparently.

Nora opened her mouth to reply but instead ended up jumping slightly at the unexpected pinches. “What — vampire or not those still suck,” she pointed out, a slightly amused smile on her face despite herself. “But there’s not much to tell,” she continued regardless, her blue eyes wandering momentarily, “I don’t remember anything before waking up in Yelena Bellefrys arms. She was a witch — and the one that found me. She helped me ease into my transition and since then that’s where I’ve been. Family guardian.” She shrugged her shoulders lightly as if it wasn’t a big deal…but it was.

For the past three centuries Nora had been a loyal lap dog to the Bellefry clan. She’d never asked a question about her past — specifically who she was before she was turned or even how she was turned. It wasn’t until recently that the vampire began thinking more on the issue. “Not that tragic, sorry,” she added, a half smile on her face.

[brantsvansson]

She's a Lady & She Fucking Hates Me || Branora

"But, Val," Brant called out to the curly headed blonde as she flounced out of the loft and the door slammed behind her. Brant felt his brows drop down and a frown form on his lips. "This shit is getting old," he practically growled before turning and stalking over to the couch and dropping down on it. He leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees, one hand combed through his hair and the other clenched into a fist. His hair fell right back into it’s usual style with one or two little strands falling on his forehead. 

Val was off again to do something stupid and didn’t want her vampires to come along. Brant remembered the guy she was going to see. Luke, Lucian. Lucian had seemed more appropriate to Brant because it sounded more villainous. Brant wasn’t much for first impressions or going on gut instinct, but that guy really gave him the creeps. And that was saying something considering Brant was older than that guy.

He knew the drill here. Val had put a spell on the place. Even if they tore the door down or took out walls or floors or ceilings, they were still stuck. And with Bash and Jace already out for the night, Brant and Nora were pretty ineffective guardians for the night. Or at least until Val returned.

Brant turned his eyes up to Nora before speaking, “So, what will it be tonight? Twister? Charades?” They’d become so accustomed to this routine now that it seemed like years ago that they really got to go anywhere with Val. “You know, I blame that gypsy for her sudden independence,” Brant said, leaning back into the cushion of the couch. But then that shit-eating grin of his touched his face and he chuckled, “Nah, who am I kidding, I can’t hold that kid accountable for anything.” Brant had an odd obsession with their group’s trash bb. And also an odd jealousy of said trash bb and Val being an item.

"Come on, Nora," he said, patting the seat beside him and biting down on his lower lip for a moment, "We could also spend this time alone making incredibly hot vampire love. It’s been a long time since you’ve let me get in my quota of hitting on you."

[eleanoracarrington]

From the moment Nora stepped into Val's apartment she knew it was going to be a rough night. As usual the curly headed blonde was determined to meet up with Lucian Vranian despite the fact that it was a disaster waiting to happen. The least she could do was take one, if not both, of her guardians - Nora wasn't exactly surprised when Val chose to take neither of them. Instead, she did the only thing to guarantee that both vampires wouldn't follow her: she locked them in her apartment...again.

Nora made her way into the living room (she could only hide in the witches bedroom for so long) when she heard Val close the door behind them. A sigh escaped her lips at Brant's suggestions because seriously, when did this become part of their normal routine?

"Neither," she replied on cue, her tone indifferent as usual. Unfortunately, Brant had a point - Valencia had been acting noticeably different since the werewolf stepped into the picture. To this day the brunette wasn't too sure what had gone down in Russia or why Jace decided to leave home to join them. 

But if Val was happy (which she so obviously was) then Nora was happy. Sort of.

Nora took a seat beside him without actually thinking about it. "Jace could commit murder right in front of you and you'd still say he's innocent," she pointed out, the faintest of smiles appearing on her lips for a brief second. Brant might be - no he was a pain in the ass but at least he was a loyal one.

And just as quickly at the compliment had come to mind it was gone. Nora turned slightly to look at him, a look of sheer disappointment on her face. "She's been gone for thirty seconds and you're already starting?" she asked, silently admiring his bright blue eyes while also fighting the urge to hit him upside the head.

This was going to be a long night.

[thesoundoflemons]

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[eleanoracarrington]

      I’m in love with a girl I hate,    she enjoys pointing out every bad thing about me. I’m in love with a critic and a skeptic.    She’s a first-class liar, a constant forgetter. She’s attractive but bitter.       So here I am, and I’m dying, and I’m waiting for you.    Come back, come back to me and I’ll take you gladly, and I’ll take you anyway.

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[eleanoracarrington]

A Little Death || Deanna & Nora

[eleanoracarrington]

"No, I suppose you had that part covered long before I came into the picture," she replied, a saddened smile still on her face. Nora had gotten the chance to learn much about Dee’s life, in particular about her relationship with her twin brother. It wasn’t hard to see that the Wesley twins were a menace, having made an infamous name for themselves despite still having been so young.

Dee’s words managed to hit Nora a lot harder than they should have. Dee had felt safe with her when she should’ve felt the opposite. Shortly after leaving Brooklyn, Nora couldn’t help but wonder if she had made a mistake in befriending Dee. She had knowingly put the blonde in danger but it hadn’t been enough to keep her away. There was just something about Deanna Wesley that made Nora…feel.

But what if something had gone wrong? Despite the fact that Nora had  lived among humans before, what if she lost control for a second and Dee had been there to pay the price? What if hunters had finally gotten a hold of her and Dee just happened to be there? Countless scenarios had played out in Nora’s mind, each increasing the amount of guilt she felt.

And then suddenly a soft laughed escaped Nora’s lips. As if she could object to a proposal like that, especially when it came from Deanna. More importantly, seeing the way Dee’s face lit up caused the brunette to do the same. Before she could help herself, Nora gently took the blondes face in her hands, a small smile on her face now. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

[deannawesley]

It had been so long since Dee had seen that smile; heard that laugh. And suddenly her face was between Nora’s cool hands and Dee’s eyes fluttered shut as she let out a soft hum of contentment — not unlike a cat. A very psychotic, sunny ball of blonde, cat. If it was anybody else, Dee might have even bit them, but since it was Nora, Dee’s hands softly came to rest atop hers, her palms covering the back of Nora’s hands just before she leaned forward to headbutt the brunette.  "I missed you," Dee stated simply, her eyes opening as her gaze met Nora’s and a sparkle hit her blue hue. Dee’s grip on Nora’s hands tightened as she began to back up, back out into the square. "Will you tell me everything, now?" she asked innocently, hooking her fingers through her brunette companion’s. "We could go sit down at a coffee shop somewhere. Like old times. This place definitely isn’t Brooklyn…" And times definitely weren’t the same as they once were. Before, Dee had a life to live for, or something like it. Now? They had all the time in the world, didn’t they? "And if not everything… Will you at least tell me what you’ve been up to? What you’re doing here? I mean, I’m still struggling to see the appeal." She couldn’t eat Dean’s boyfriend, there were way too many wolves, the hot vampire she occasionally stayed with/stole things from thought she was 14 and honestly, running into Nora had been the highlight of her time in Oxford. You know — before she awkwardly ran from her. 

[eleanoracarrington]

The smile on Noras face only grew at the blondes actions. They were strange little gestures but the brunette couldn't help but feel her chest tighten a little. She rarely, if ever, got this up and personal with someone who wasn't Valencia. Nora was a firm believer in personal space and had a tendency to stab anyone or anything that so much as touched her without permission — yet here she was standing just inches (if that) away from another being.

To be fair though, Deanna Wesley wasn't just any ordinary being.

The words died in her mouth having momentarily goten lost in Dee's bright blue eyes. Damn those eyes. Thankfully, the blondes movements seemed to snap Nora from her apparent daze. She didn't put up much of a fight when Dee lead the way back into the crowd, much less when she took Nora's hand in her own intertwining their fingers.

And there it was again, that unusual feeling in her chest.

"I'll tell you whatever you want to know," she answered without hesitation, which felt nice for a change. Things were different now; Valencia's rules were a lot less stricter than the Bellefry family's had been. Nora was pretty much free to do as she pleased so long as she didn't get mixed up with werewolves or end up on someones bad side — neither were much of an issue considering the brunette a) disliked  anyone who wasn't Valencia or Brant and b) just generally preferred (or was used too) keeping to herself. "Coffee sounds nice. Unless you prefer Fangtopia?" she suggested. The fact that this town had a vampire bar, which of course Nora still hadn't brought herself to check out, was weird. Especially when half the town was run by dogs.

Seriously, what was the appeal to Oxford? Nora herself still wasn't too sure. She had been about to respond when she glanced over at Dee as they walked and — oh. Well, there that. The vampire laughed softly. "I don't know...I'm starting to see that this place isn't all that bad."

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[eleanoracarrington]

a long, lonely time; a playlist for running your fucking sadness errands. alternatively titled ”a masterlist of songs to listen to while crying like a little bitch.” fuck this movie, guys. fuck this movie. 

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[eleanoracarrington]

A Little Death || Deanna & Nora

[eleanoracarrington]

All Nora could really do was stand there, her blue eyes trying to take in all of Dee. Over a century had passed and the blonde hadn’t changed one bit. Had it really been that long? Nora had always prided herself on her keen sense of memory but…she just couldn’t wrap her head around this, not when the memories were so clear. It felt like it had only been a mere couple of months since the two were sitting in some cozy little coffee shop in Brooklyn.

Maybe it was because it had only been a couple of months since the vampire had found herself thinking about her blonde hair, blue eyed human.

Her human. It had been over a century and Nora was still referring to Deanna Wesley as her human.

Well, Dee was far from human now.

The brunette managed to keep a stoic expression at the sudden question. Okay, it was obvious what had happened to Dee but…how? And why? And most importantly, who? Nora had to pay them a visit if they were still alive…if so, they wouldn’t be for much longer. 

An expression that resembled disappointment formed on Nora’s face when the other vampire dropped her hands from her face. She quickly shook it off, her focus now on Deanna’s next question.”I - Of course I’m happy to see you,” she answered, her voice coming off surprisingly sincere. What was even more surprising was that she actually meant it. That probably wasn’t a good thing. “I wanted to tell you,” she continued, dropping her eyes to the ground momentarily, “but I couldn’t. Not during that time. You knowing the truth…I would have just been putting you in danger.” In the end she had just wanted to keep Dee safe from, well, everything.

Bang up job she’d done.

Nora lifted her gaze slightly taken back by Dee’s words. Deanna was happy to see her? Out of habit the brunette forced herself to ignore the unusual feeling in her chest at the realization. “Well I’m glad that wasn’t entirely the case. After all, a century just isn’t what it used to be,” she replied, the smallest of smiles forming on her lips.

[deannawesley]

"More danger than I was already in, you mean?" Dee folded her arms across her chest, looking to the brunette, a quirk in her brow as she smirked. The Wesley twins were trouble from the moment they left the womb. Despite the fact that Dean had definitely been the rabble-rouser of their time, Dee honestly couldn’t say she was headed down a path too far behind him. Dee’s gaze softened, a soft sigh she hadn’t needed to take left her lips. She was treading some dangerous water here; now; just being beside her again. There wasn’t a lot of time that would pass where Dee wouldn’t stop to think about Nora — not in the hundred years that passed and not in one hundred more.  There time together had been cut way too sort. “I felt safer with you,” she admitted, her voice coming out as light and airy as she could manage to sound despite the fact that it was probably the most serious conversation she had in the last 10 years. “I always did. Our nights together kept me from… Spending my nights another way.” Which usually meant drinking or gambling or some deal involving any number of Dean’s cronies. Whoops. Dee’s smiled turned up at Nora’s words; something genuine and weird considering it wasn’t often that she felt the need to smile — really, actually smile. “Let’s not go another century then, shall we?” she tilted her head, swaying slightly as she simply looked at her with that smile. "You don’t want to run away again, do you?"

[eleanoracarrington]

"No, I suppose you had that part covered long before I came into the picture," she replied, a saddened smile still on her face. Nora had gotten the chance to learn much about Dee's life, in particular about her relationship with her twin brother. It wasn't hard to see that the Wesley twins were a menace, having made an infamous name for themselves despite still having been so young.

Dee's words managed to hit Nora a lot harder than they should have. Dee had felt safe with her when she should've felt the opposite. Shortly after leaving Brooklyn, Nora couldn't help but wonder if she had made a mistake in befriending Dee. She had knowingly put the blonde in danger but it hadn't been enough to keep her away. There was just something about Deanna Wesley that made Nora...feel.

But what if something had gone wrong? Despite the fact that Nora had  lived among humans before, what if she lost control for a second and Dee had been there to pay the price? What if hunters had finally gotten a hold of her and Dee just happened to be there? Countless scenarios had played out in Nora's mind, each increasing the amount of guilt she felt.

And then suddenly a soft laughed escaped Nora's lips. As if she could object to a proposal like that, especially when it came from Deanna. More importantly, seeing the way Dee's face lit up caused the brunette to do the same. Before she could help herself, Nora gently took the blondes face in her hands, a small smile on her face now. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

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sometimes before it gets better the darkness gets bigger the person that you’d take a bullet for is       behind                 the                       trigger

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Family Matters | Valencia & Nora

For the past three centuries Nora had never really had a home. Yes, she had a family which made up for it but settling in one place for too long had never been the Bellefrys style. Apparently that was just the glorified life of a hunter. For the the most part Nora had adapted quickly to the hectic lifestyle...but things were different now. She wasn't with her family anymore. She wasn't under their control.

Not entirely, anyway.

Valencia Bellefry was going to be the death of her. From the moment Nora had laid eyes on the curly headed toddler, barely a year old, she knew she was a goner. There was something about Val that made Nora feel...well, feelings. Yes, Nora cared about the Bellefrys; hell, she had spent the past three centuries looking out for them but Val was different. Val had always been the exception. Which is why Nora had gone against her families orders, after everything they'd done for her, and took off with Val. The plan was to find Allyson, which they had. Thankfully.

But what now?

Not long after the sun went down Nora made her way into Valencia's house, thankful to find the blonde sitting comfortably with what the vampire assumed was a spell book in her lap. Closing the door securely behind her, Nora made her way over towards the blonde and took a seat on one of the couches opposite of her. It wasn't like brunette to sulk but...well, stranger things have happened. "How much longer are we going to stay here?" she found herself asking, her blue eyes full of, dare she say it, hope, as she looked at Val.