“ and yet somehow, seeing you is causing the nausea. ” she bends down, trying her best to rub at the stain before giving up. she had always been impatient. “ hello lorenzo. make any babies cry this morning ? ”
“ margot, please. stop flattering me so, ” lorenzo said, bringing a hand to press against where he guessed his heart was, as dramatical as he could possibly be. “ uh, ” he added after her question, tilting his head to his side as he mimicked the expression of someone who was thinking hard about something. “ i did make myself cry watching an especially dramatic tissue ad on television this morning... does that count ? ”
even if margot believed the woman in front of her was confusing her for someone else , she figured she’d hit pause on her sarcastic remarks and try to sympathize. WICKHAM smirk being replaced by a more relaxed approach , margot turned her full attention to her. “ that was mean of me , i’m sorry. i’ve seriously never met you but i get the heartache . “ it was a lie told to make them seem equal in her pain but truth be told , in all of her centuries , she hadn’t been able to find true love let alone a paramour. she just didn’t operate that way. if you fell for someone, you had a weak spot. and margot hated being weak. “ plus i was kind of like , entombed for a while so i didn’t have much time for romance with my insides feeling like sandpaper for a little over a decade. i mean can you believe some pesky humans made me miss majority of the 80s? i mean i got back just in time to see michael jackson’s bad tour. i mean, his PRIME. so i guess i can’t be so whiny about it. ever been entombed though ? it sucks. “
this wasn’t right... had the other woman really forgotten about her? and what about that whole entombed thing... could that explain what had happened, and why prue hadn’t been able to find margot during all these years? no matter what, though, prue only felt more confused than she had at the beginning of the day, and she wasn’t so sure she liked it all that much anymore. it had been fun back in the day — to get high and what not; to feel like she didn’t understand anything anymore — but it wasn’t now. not when it came to her. “ do you ... do you really not remember? or is this some kind of sick power game? just... please be honest or like... something... ” scrunching up her nose, she added: “ michael jackson on tour? really? ” she couldn’t help it. she loved music, and had never been a huge michael jackson fan.
purple irises play on the border of amused ! staring at the silver sphere in the sky , they flickered to the little stars that surrounded the moon . ask him : he’ll tell you , he prefers the cold nights on his alarmingly warm skin - the velvet curtain , covering their faults & more . the sun does nothing for him . if anything , it annoyed him to no end . “ it can’t be that bad … can it ? ” another upside to have been born what the other was turned into . he’d never have to feel the annoyance of the never ending shading darkness .
“ oh, it is, ” prue responded with a small, semi-humourless laugh. “ i mean, i’m all for sunglasses. hell, they were my accessories of choice as a teen — a legit teen — back in the seventies, but... to feel forced to wear them? it goes against everything i used to wear them for, man. it used to be like, a big fuck you to the system and now it’s like... i have to wear them or i won’t be able to see anymore or whatever. it’s like, a nerd accessory now. kind of like that harry potter kid. ” she really couldn’t help but ramble. she was in a weird mood; good, but weird, and someone seemed to be listening to her, and she was going to take advantage of it. in a good way, though, but still.
“ did i just step in a dead body? oh god, i think it’s squelching. ”
“ you sure as hell did,” lorenzo grinned, walking forward, but making sure to stop before making the same mistake margot made. “i even think you got a bit of its blood on your socks.”
— ☽ ❛ ⁖ tag to be determined. ⁕⎣ lorenzo ft margot. ⎦
“ i turned you because i thought you’d be a good one. “ she had spoke as though they had met before but among the almost thousand years margot had roamed the earth , she didn’t remember this face . she always remembered faces . “ just kidding ! i seriously don’t know who you are . i think you’ve got me confused for someone else . you know they say you have at least three doppelgangers running around ! man , i don’t know . i dig the shades though . “
" you might be a couple of hundred of thousand years old in dog years, but that doesn’t mean that all of us are, ” prue stated, crossing her arms over her chest and doing her best to keep the bitterness out of her voice. how could she have just forgotten her? it hadn’t even happened all that long ago... and hadn’t there been something going on between the two of them? prue had never fallen for anyone. anyone, except for her, and she wasn’t okay with it being... forgotten, for lack of a better word. this wasn’t okay. prue wasn’t okay with it. far from it.
It felt like his head was underwater, eyes heavy from lack of sleep and muscles aching from the long week he had just had. He counted the tiles around his shoes idly, finger tapping against his beat up wallet.
“Maxim!”
His head shot up at the sound of his name, only to smile apologetically at the barista. “I’m sorry. Long day.”
“It’s 8 am…”
He was aware.
He took the coffee from her and headed out of the small cafe, only to run straight into someone else, his espresso falling to his now coffee stained sneakers.
Deep breath. Clenched fists.
“I’m sorry.”
Lorenzo liked to come to the coffee shop for the thrill of it. It was dangerous, but he liked danger. He never ordered anything, just flirted with the baristas and sent daring look to the manager; as if he’d dare kick him out. He was used to scenes from time to time, but that didn’t prepare him for the intensity of what just happened. Raising an eyebrow, he slightly tilted his head to the side after a man barrelled into him, unruffled yet amused. “You know, there are much better ways to get someone’s attention, right? Personally, I recommend causing a scene. Or even a tantrum, if you’re desperate. If you need inspiration, that documentary about Elton John comes highly recommended by me, myself and I.”
“ sunglasses are a terrible side effect of vampirism. though if you ask me, vampirism is the worst one of all. ” margot hadn’t been sure just how long she had stood hearing the stranger after the one who sat previously took off without hesitation. if she had known crazy ran in the quarter, she might’ve checked it out a long time ago.
she froze. she couldn’t help it. was it? ... fuck. it was. that was her. there was no doubt about it. the woman who’d turner her so long ago. the one she’d been looking for for decades . the one she still felt in love with, and... fuck. that was not how she had wanted things to know. due to her words, she guessed that the other was a pureblood, and prue felt her heart sink. purebloods didn’t like, respect or considered vampires worth their time. deep down, she had known, she though. the other woman had had such an aura, such a vibe, that she couldn’t have been a simple v a m p i r e . and yet... yet, prue had hoped. so strongly, too. and here she was, and that answer? what the fuck was up with that. prue may have fallen hard, and fast, and for what seemed like forever, for her, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have somewhat of a spine. “ shouldn’t have turned me then, uh ? ”
nails massage into the kitten’s head - feeling purring vibrations under flat palm ! half focused , half mindless pondering ; until she feels another presence besides hers , black eyes lifting from the chips in the bag . “ is she yours ? ”
“no, but i really wish she was,” penelope stated, smiling as she looked at the kitten, barely restraining herself from cooing at it in front of another person. “do you think it’d be wrong to take her home? i’d put up fliers, and try to find her owner, but... such a cute and tiny cat shouldn’t be left alone in such a city, y’know? i mean, it’s kind of like my duty now.”
WHEN: December 7th, 2019, at night.
WHERE: A city bench on a busy street.
WHO: Open to all.
“It’s kind of funny, don’t you think? How much the moon and sun have power over this planet, and yet they’re so far away. It’s like... Woah. Like, it puts things in perspective, don’t you think? One rules the seas - and werewolves, in a sense, I guess - and the other gives life, yet also forces me to never take off those sunglasses. Have I mentioned how much I hate having things on my face? Because I really, really do,” Prue finally stopped rambling on, though she wasn’t even sure who she’d been talking to, too busy looking up at the night sky where the moon and stars were barely visible, though she did now look at the person sitting beside them on the city bench. Had they come here with her? She couldn’t remember. She hadn’t fed in a little while, and it was starting to show.
❝ you’ve spent your life only choosing the paths at which you knew you could excel. it’s made you lazy. ❞
— bibbidi, bobbidi, boo ! pupils so wide you can barely see irises, clenched fists due to bitter resentment, broken bottles of pricey perfume on the floor of a hotel suite + here comes lorenzo florese ( curran walters ), the florence, tuscany born pureblood. usually, when the twenty one / five hundred and forty seven year old cis man comes around, you can hear the kids aren’t alright by the offspring playing loudly over the radio. not only that, but i heard they tolerate the pureblood monarchy.
♡ CHARACTER PARALLELS — Jess Mariano ( Gilmore Girls ) + Peter Pan ( Peter Pan ) + Draco Malfoy ( Harry Potter ) + Loki ( Marvel Comics ) + Kol Mikaelson ( The Originals ) + Chris Halliwell ( Charmed ) + Scarlet Witch ( Marvel ) + Edmund Pevensie ( The Chronicles of Narnia ) + Stitch ( Lilo & Stitch ) + Clary Fray ( Shadowhunter Chronicles )
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ABOUT PAGE + CONNECTIONS + PINTEREST BOARD
TRIGGER WARNINGS: None that I can think of right now.
I’m not gonna go into a lot of details into his backstory, because I’d like to discuss it with the other people who play other Floreses first, but! I will possibly (most likely) be putting up a bio eventually!
He’s a little shit, to be honest. Like, I adore him, but......... He’s a little shit.
Can be both a disaster who watches trashy movies and acts like a mess, and also be super pretentious? Especially when it comes to art, decoration, clothes, etc.
He’s really into art. Like, really, really, really into art. He’s always been, and always will be. He’s even a patron to a couple of artists, and that’s far from a new thing for him. I mean, considering where he comes from and the eras he went through, that makes sense, but yes!
Honestly? Doesn’t have anything against other species, including humans, because he mostly values people on how interesting they are to him, how talented they are artistically and/or whether or not they bring him pleasure in any way (which sounds sexual tm but does not only refer to sexual things tm); he doesn’t really care what species they are, and tends to think of himself as better than other people, but mostly because of his pretentiousness, and not because he’s a pureblood.
He honestly loves being a little shit. He loves provoking people, especially his family. Is it for attention, is it just because he finds it funny? Only he knows, and even then, I’m not 100% sure he really gets it.
Very reckless! The kind to do something before thinking about it, which leads to a lot of consequences he has to deal with. Quite skilled at running away from said consequences, though.
Doesn’t like being mocked/judged/etc and can become quite, um, aggressive when that happens? But like, he especially doesn’t like when other purebloods treat him like that, so it’s often battles he’s not likely to win which is funny to me, but not to him.
Loves pleasure a whole lot, to be honest.
Chaotic.
He’s like,,,,,, realized only a few years ago that he’s gay so it, like, took him over 500 years? But like...... That’s super valid of him and I love him!!!!!
Lowkey lazy? Like, expects for things to happen to him without putting too much of an effort into it?
Loves chaos!!!! Which I guess kind of makes sense since I just said he’s chaotic, but yes.
I’m thinking I’d love a connection with a guy he’d maybe like to make his paramour; I’ll probably send in a wanted connection for that! I’m not 100% sure yet, though!
Once again, I highly recommend reading his about page, which is really much more of a stats page! It’s linked right below the read more!
❝ knowledge always has the potential to be dangerous. it is a more powerful weapon than any sword or spell. ❞
— bibbidi, bobbidi, boo ! an old bottle of red wine that’s at the exact right age to be drunk, reading the last page of a book because you just can’t wait to find out what happens, buying youself the most beautiful bouquet of flowers you can find. here comes penelope hang ( brenda song ), the ogunquit, maine born witch. usually, when the thirty year old cis woman comes around, you can hear dance me to the end of love by leonard cohen playing loudly over the radio. not only that, but i heard they dislike the pureblood monarchy.
♡ CHARACTER PARALLELS — Elisabeth ( Sorcery of Thorns ) + Phoebe Halliwell ( Charmed ) + Danny Ocean ( Ocean’s Eleven ) + Mia Thermopolis ( The Princess Diaries ) + Hermione Granger ( Harry Potter ) + Donna Noble ( Doctor Who ) + Lisa Simpson ( The Simpsons ) + Isabelle Lightwood ( Shadowhunter Chronicles ) + Rory Gilmore ( Gilmore Girls ) + Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow ( Marvel Comics )
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ABOUT PAGE + CONNECTIONS + PINTEREST BOARD
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Death & parental death.
Penelope was born in Ogunquit, Maine, where her mother owned a little crystal shop and her father ran a small in by the beach, right beside their own home.
( DEATH + PARENTAL DEATH TW )The first four years of her life were as peaceful as can be. Her parents were both part of covens, but never really involved her in anything due to her age. Then, it happened, and they both ended up getting killed. Penelope never got too many details about their deaths, and as much as she doesn’t wish for any details, she feels the need to know what happened to them; who exactly is responsible. She needs more than just humans and purebloods to blame; she needs people.
She was raised by her grandmother, who had had her mother when she was quite young, and is therefore still alive to this day. The two of them moved around the States a lot whilst Penelope was growing up, and it was then that the brunette formed her roots within books. They were her constant companions; those who could never leave her for she had retained their stories, and who she could never leave. Friends came and went --- a downside of moving around so much --- but books? Books were forever.
It was that love of books that led her to become a librarian later on in life. She actually got a masters in library studies, and even considered getting a PHd in something related, but ended up being too excited to start working as a librarian. She chose to move to New Orleans after university, because she felt like it was... Right. She wasn’t sure what it was, but something gave her the impression that that was the place she needed to be.
She never forgot about what happened to her parents, and why it all happened to them. Her grandmother had refused to teach her the way of their family’s witches, too afraid for her granddaughter, but Penelope is not okay with that. Ever since she started university, ever since she’s been further away from her grandmother, she’s been doing a lot of research into everything, and she’s built a pretty solid bank of information.
What she wants, more than anything, is to get a coven. And then, revenge. At first, she was afraid she was driven by spite, but recently, she’s realized that the force that drives her the most is the need for justice.
( RODENT MENTION ) She’s a librarian, but far from a library mouse. She’s a natural born leader, and it’s just... Easy to listen to her, due to the fact that she’s so sure of herself, sure, but also fair and just. She’s very well-spoken, and has no difficulty making her thoughts come acrosse clearly (which I cannot relate to tbh ogiroigeroigjeroijg).
Kind of has a hot temper, though she’s gotten better at controlling it ever since she moved to New Orleans.
Her grandmother’s still constantly on the move, and communication with her is far from easy, so Penelope’s started to wonder about all of that, to be honest.
Like for Prue, the about page (which is really a stats page) is highly recommended for a quick lil summary! Also, the pages are now linked properly in all intros currently posted.
The connections page is blank at the moment, but will get filled out asap!
❝ she smelled like road dust, and honey, and the smell the air holds seconds before a heavy summer rain. ❞
— bibbidi, bobbidi, boo ! the sound of ocean waves crashing against a beach at night, the soundtrack of “amélie” playing in the next room, and laughter so strong you feel it in your stomach. here comes prudence “prue” turner ( helena howard ), the montréal, québec born vampire. usually, when the nineteen / sixty year old cis woman comes around, you can hear full circle by half moon run playing loudly over the radio. not only that, but i heard they tolerate the pureblood monarchy.
♡ CHARACTER PARALLELS — Vivienne ( The Folk of the Air ) + Theta Knight ( The Diviners ) + Bart Simpson ( The Simpsons ) + Jack Sparrow ( Pirates of the Caribbean ) + Phoebe Buffay ( F.R.I.E.N.D.S. ) + Juno MacGuff ( Juno ) + Luna Lovegood ( Harry Potter ) + Lilo ( Lilo & Stitch ) + Peter Pan ( Peter Pan ) + Anna ( Frozen )
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TRIGGER WARNINGS: Drugs, obsessive kind of “love”.
( DRUGS MENTION )She was born in Montréal at the end of the fifties. She was a teen in the seventies, and took full advantage of it. Sex, drugs and rock&roll; she did it all. She especially loved music, and started working at the record store closest to her home as soon as she turned sixteen and her parents accepted to let her work.
She breathed music. Loved helping customers finding little gems they wouldn’t have discovered otherwise, and loved trying to guess a customer’s favourite genre as soon as they came in, going as far as betting on it with other employees. She won most of the time.
When she saw her enter the record store, one night in March 1978, she fell head over heels. The other woman may have seemed a few years older, but Prue still fell hard, and fast. Prue hadn’t followed the whole pureblood thing too closely; what with caring mostly (and almost only) about music, but it was clear that she wasn’t human. Long story short, two weeks later, Prue was a vampire, and the woman had vanished without leaving a trace.
( OBSESSIVE KIND OF “LOVE” ) Prue scoured the city for her. Then the country. Then, the States. Finally, she ended up settling down in New Orleans. She was tired of looking, tired of being so pathetically in love, and mostly, she hoped that if she stayed in one place, she’d have a bigger chance of seeing the other woman again. Truly, she knew nothing about her, but she still felt in love. It was unhealthy, especially considering the fact that she had barely gotten to know the older woman back then, but Prue couldn’t help it.
Prue is, to put it lightly, a chaotic disaster. She loves music, and that’s probably the most constant thing about her. Though she may be kind of stuck in the seventies, fashion-wise, she actually loves new music just as much as she loves old music. She also strongly loves a few movies, including Le Fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain, Moulin Rouge, Across the Universe & Rocketman. Basically, quite musical movies. Still, they’re literally the only movie she watches.
Her bloodlust is............ Unpredictable. It’s always there, but how she controls it highly depends on her moods, which are easily changeable. She changes from one mood to another in a matter of second, and that makes everything about her unpredictable.
Loves pleasure above all, to be honest. Well, music first, actually. Then, pleasure. Though music does bring her pleasure, so... Anyway! Loves being happy, loves having fun, loves laughing, and loves creating chaos. She loves feeling free, and is therefore a bit “yikes” at vampires often being the purebloods’ soldiers, like....... She does NOT like being told what to do, not even a little bit. However, she’s like? Not against the whole thing either? She just wants a lot of freedom, but not enough to be mad about it all.
Can seem a bit....... Intense, at times? She’s either too intense, or too careless. There’s pretty much no in between when it comes to her.
Bisexual af (like all my charas, to be honest, because I am whomst I am).
Lowkey misses her family; her parents are still alive, and so are her siblings, but doesn’t want to expose them to how and what she is. Like, she used to be a bit odd, but it’s a whole new set of weird now.
At the moment, she’s the main guitarist of a tiny lil vampire band that’s just starting out, and they’re mostly doing covers at the moment, though they’re also slowly working on their own stuff.
I recommend glancing at her about page tbh for some lil details? To be completely honest, it’s a lil stats page more than it is an about page.
