sweet creature

elias eli fraser vampire.

[eliasfraser]

EAMON O’SULLIVAN

it’s just beautiful here, don’t you think? it’s grey and miserable, just like ireland, so in a way, it feels like home already. eamon’s about to come out with something light to that effect when he turns and his world fucking stops. the man in front of him is breathtaking — if eamon had to breathe, that is. he’s almost marble, but no, that’s not quite right, because there’s nothing cold and unfriendly about him. he has eyes the colour of liquid amber, eamon recognises that immediately. knows his own eyes are similar. knows that they’re alike in some ways, but in others, they’re the opposite. this man was beyond words, there were not enough that eamon had learned in his entire existence. none would come close. he can feel something, a shift in the atmosphere, the way the flowers whispered. it’s different now. was this what it was like? he had watched other members of his coven, his family, find their mate, find their one. but he’d never dreamed this was how it felt. “it’s more or less the same where i’m from,” he responds after a moment, realising he’s probably been silent for too long. flowers, long since buried, fight their way through the thick blanket of white snow. a single violet. 

eli turns to look at the person beside him and he’s positive the world slows down to nothing. all that is there is him, this man. he’s gorgeous -- brown hair and the similar gold eyes. his face is perfect, elias has never met anyone who has ever been as beautiful as the boy in front of him. his eyes flash PURPLE as the emotion hits him -- this is it. what he’d been waiting for, that moment so many people have. and suddenly the sun is bright and the rainbow is there. it’s been so long that he lost control of his emotions but standing here feeling like there’s a magnetic pull between him and this man is what does it. his hands twitch to reach out and touch, to claim what should have always been his. “whoopsie daisy,” he whispered, his eyes still staring at the brunette in front of him, he could feel the sun on him he knew he’d been the cause -- his eyes flashed white, and the snowy weather went back to normal. he’d had such a different experience in other covens where he never met a soulmate -- never met someone over his 400+ years on this planet. he’d been so lonely for so long, in an unexplainable kind of way. it’s automatic though -- this thing pulling him so deeply to the other. “ireland,” it’s not a question when he says it, he knows that accent. he hopes this isn’t out of place, but he can’t help it has to say it and it’s out before he can even try to stop himself, “you --” he hesitates, “you’ve kept me waiting quite a while,” and then he sees the pop of colour coming through the snow. he looks down at it with a smile, “are you magic?” he asks in a dreamy voice, he’s never met anyone who can grow plants. 

[eliasfraser]

CORDELIA SWAN

                  ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʟʏɪɴɢ if she said, she was not cold. washington was always cold, but this was miserable for her. cordelia was wearing maybe five layers and a pair of leggings under her jeans. was she over dramatic? yes. the person’s comment beside her, created a dumbfounded look on her face, “ are you being serious? it’s freezing. “ his next comment answered her questions, nodding her head, her nosey behavior got the best of her. “ where you from? “

“ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ,” he admits as he turns to look her up and down, he shrugs softly. “originally or currently?” eli asks as if the english accent wasn’t a hint. “i live in alaska, i was born in england.” he answers for her -- the girl in front of him looks warm, as if she’s dressed in lots of layers and he wonders if it’s too little -- his simple knit sweater and jeans. maybe he needs to look like these humans. he’s used to dressing for humans with living in alaska but he seemed to have underestimated the weather in forks. 

[eliasfraser]

PAUL LAHOTE

it wasn’t often paul traveled through forks but every now and then he needed to get supplies from the hardware store that the one in la push just didn’t carry. and here is how he found himself strolling down the streets wearing cutoff jeans and a simple muscle shirt. he knew that he should be a bit smarter and pull a sweater on but at the same time the cold weather didn’t bother him, if he were to pull a sweater on he’d get far too warm. it was easier this way. taking in a deep breath as he shifted the bag in his hand he felt the other person getting closer to him, he could feel his nostrils flare at the sickening sweet scent that invaded him. control, sam’s not here, gotta keep control. he changed to himself in his mind. he couldn’t lose it now. “ it’s fine for a small town, not great but not shitty either. ” he grumbled wanting nothing more then to make his way back to the beach and far from this thing. “ i’m sure there are warmer places then this. ” he snipped quietly.

ᴇʟɪᴀꜱ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴀ bit dreamily, he hadn’t expected this out of forks. maybe he should’ve -- but it seemed a bit crazy that of all the places in all the world, there’d be wolves here. he’s been on this world for so long that it’s not his first time coming across them. “aren’t you special?” he murmurs soft under his breath. his nose scrunches softly though, “i forgot how potent you all could be,” it’s still a mumble but nods at the others comment, “i come from a small place too,” he agrees, the wolves tone doesn’t stop his happy tone of voice. even though he can see the rage clearly on his face. “of course, there’s many warm places...but sometimes you can create your own warmth.” his eyes flash a bright sunshine YELLOW, and the sun starts to drift into focus but he doesn’t allow it to come completely out -- keeps it behind the clouds so he doesn’t have to rush off. 

[eliasfraser]

elias walks through the town square, butterscotch eyes sliding from person to person -- store to store. a hand slides through his curls, looking up towards the sky as the rain falls. “it’s just beautiful here, don’t you think?” he asks the person closes to him -- it doesn’t matter if he knows them or not. it’s always been in his nature to talk to whoever is around, especially since he joined the denali coven and finally found a family. he’s happier now, at ease in a different way. not to mention his age gives him a certain confidence in the way that he doesn’t expect people to reject him -- it doesn’t happen very often. “my home is a bit colder than here, it’s nice to be somewhere warmer.” he doesn’t actually notice the temperature, but it seems like something most people react well too.

[eliasfraser]

♡ twenty-one / four hundred and twenty four, cis male, harry styles ;; what was “elias fraser” doing coming out of the forest? wonder if “he / him” have anything to do with whatever is going on around here.  oh, so they are “in the denali coven”. oh well let’s see how long they last, i guess ( emily, twenty-four, est, she/her/they/them ) // special ability: weather manipulation

hi my names emily! and here’s my BOI! 

meet elias ELI fraser, originally born in december of 1582, and was changed in 1602 at age 21. 

to be completely honest, eli remembers being changed and that’s about it. 

but to back up his life, he was from a rather fancy old english family. his dad was a lord and his mother a lady, but he never fit that life. he was always off to fancy parties -- doing things he shouldn’t be and writing. 

his parents expected so much of him, even arranging a marriage for him when he was young -- it didn’t really matter though as he didn’t stop living how he wanted too 

one night he was out partying and woke up getting attacked by multiple people -- a coven had taken him and were feeding on him. 

he’d been drained almost completely empty and they even disposed of his body, his parents buried him quickly -- trying to hide the shame

he woke up screaming and thirsty in a coffin -- he had to dig his way out and was all by himself 

it was hard and he couldnt really help what happened at the start -- being so THIRSTY and controlled by that, and having no one to guide him that he started drinking the first person he stumbled upon 

the first fifty years of his life was spent in a nomadic world trying to get a handle on his thirst and power

his power is weather manipulation -- in which he can control the weather in every aspect from making it bright and sunny to snowy the next moment

his power is directly tied into his emotions -- and though he’s spent a lot of years trying to not let his emotions have the control they do win out a lot of the time

when he changes the weather his eyes flash a different colour -- ( sunny = yellow, white = snow, etc etc ) 

at around a hundred years he met the volturi and decided to join up with them for a bit -- he spent around 50 years there before deciding to move on. he was desperate to find something else, jumping from coven to covens in hopes of finding a mate

he kept having to watch people fall in love and ultimately it just kind of reminded him of his own loneliness

later he ran into carlisle cullen who told him about being a vegetarian -- this made him consider a new way of life

he took a brief stint in the olympic coven in which he was taught how to be a vegetarian, but because the olympic coven was mostly couples that loneliness sunk back in 

and in that he asked carlisle if he knew anyone else who was practicing the vegetarian way of life -- he found out about the denali coven from carlisle and has been there ever since

he loves his coven now and it just feels right. 

[ziall]

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