BURY ME IN LOVE.

ind.  mirena / mina (dracula untold).  by kari. 

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' i love you.. '

night  terrors  had  become  an  unfortunate  routine  .       waking  up  ,       heart  racing  ,       body  drenched  with  sweat  .       a  lithe  form    clinging    to  a  muscled  torso  with  a  grave  ferocity  .       grasping  feebly  onto  shards  of    reality    that  seem  to  slip  out  from  betwixt  pallid  fingertips  .       devastating  ,       threatening  to  tear  apart  the  very  fabric  of  who  mina  murray       (  i  am  not  mirena  tepes  ,       i  am  not  mirena  tepes  ,       am  i  mirena  tepes   ?  )       is  .

but  this  night  ,       after  a    particularly    horrifying  nightmare  ,       anger    is  bursting  at  the  seams  of  the  petite  woman  .       rage  ,       doubt  ,       &    heartbreak    all  course  through  her  ,       causing  a  usually  sweetened  tone  to  be  laced  with    venom    &    cracks  of    emotion  .

❝          do  you  love    me  ,       vlad   ?       or  do  you  love  the    image    of  the    woman  i  used  to  be  ,       in    another    life   ?       did  you  ever  love  me  ,       mina  ,       at  all   ?          ❞

tears  feel  akin  to    hellfire’s  scorch    upon  alabaster  cheeks  .       soft  palms    shove    against  a  toned  chest  ,       pushing  away  from  the  man  she  holds  so  dear  .       it’s  nearly    unbearable    to  gaze  upon  him  ;       in  contrast  to  how  he  is  usually  the    salve    that    soothes    her  wounded  soul  .       it  takes    everything    within  not  to  drop  to  gentle  knees  before  him  –       instead  ,       digits  tug    harshly    at  choppy  blonde  locks  ,       &    words  are  spoken  in  a    frantic    ramble  .

❝          every  night  ,       every  second  ,       i  am    haunted    by  her    memories  .       tormented  by  the  vivid  flashes  of    losing  you  ,       to  the    devil’s  temptation  .       night  terrors  filled  with  reminder  i’ve    died  –         falling    down  ,       down  ,       down    &    i  gave  myself  to  you  !       feeling  the  phantom  of  a    pregnancy  i  never  had  ,       the  remnants  of    love    for    a  boy  who  is  long  dead   !       i  was  a    mother   !       or  ,       SHE  was  ,       &    i’m  left    here    to    lose  myself    in  it  all   !       i  have  to    live    with  that   !       it  feels  like  i’m  going    crazy  ,       vlad   !          ❞

a  honeyed  timbre  whispers  a  broken    plea  .       such  a  tone  resembles  the  way    mirena    once    prayed    to  the    holy  spirit  ;       knuckles    bony  -  white    from  clutching  onto  a    rosary    so    tight  ,       &    seeking    forgiveness    for  any  delicate  toe  out  of  line  ,       any  minuscule  act  capable  of  damnation  .       but  somehow  ,       asking    this    of    vlad    drains  her  more  than  any  hours  of  prayer  ever  had  .

❝          my  love  ,       please  .       put  me  out  of  my    misery  .       cure    me  or    kill    me  .          ❞

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[anneboleyns]

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psa  :       despacito    is  a  fucking  vladmirena  bop  y’all   !       run    &    tell  dat   !

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❥     ›       ∗           ingeras  tepes  .

Ingeras hated Bucharest. At least, what Bucharest had become. Such a busy, bustling place full of people. Full of temptation. It was very rare that he found he had any desire to return there. But he tried to once a year, in time for his birthday, just to feel home. Nothing felt quite the same as Romania, even if it held such painful memories.

Today, he had spent a bit of time looking into his surviving descendants, something he had not done in a couple of decades now. Lots and lots of little ones, little ones of the last little ones he had seen. And that was nice to know, that the bloodline had gone on. Diluted as it might be now, Vlad and Mirena lived on in all of those little freckle faced children. Picking daisies and playing pirates on a playground.

Perhaps, he thought, he might go to the monastery where his mother was buried later on that week.

He had made his way down a busy avenue, and having not fed in quite some time, he was immediately overwhelmed by the smells and warmth of all of the humans scurrying about on the street. He didn’t feed off of them, hadn’t in so, so long, and regretted that he had not been smart enough to eat before leaving his hotel.

Distracted by the sudden assault on his senses, he found himself walking right into the back of a woman, and internally cursed. Externally, he laughed nervously, rubbing his hand over his forehead. “ Îmi cer iertare, forgive me, I….was not paying attention to where I was going…”

admittedly  ,       bucharest  isn’t  her  favorite  place  to  be  .       streets    crowd  ,       &    people  are  prone  to  rush  around  for    tourist    attractions  .       even  after  living  in  the  city  for  a    year  ,       in  a  tiny  little  apartment  ,       it  still  didn’t  fully  feel  like    home  .       there’s  always  been  something    off  --       the  way  tourists  rave  about  the    impaler    myths       (  which  led    lucy  ,       back  home  ,       ask  her  constantly  if  she’d  met  a    vampire    yet  ,       only  to  be  met  by  annoyance  ,       because    seriously  ,       lucy  ,       there’s  no  such  thing  as  sparkly  shirtless  men  who  drink  your  blood    &    i’m  sure  i  haven’t  been  compelled  or  anything  ,       you  dumbass  )  ,       the  way  something  feels    odd    to  her  .       a  certainly  sickly  sense  of    déjà  vu  .

&    times  like    this  ,       where  a  stranger  knocks  into  her  from  behind  .       with  one  harsh  movement  ,       the  coffee  she’d  waited  hours  for  goes    wasted    on  the  floor  .       a  slightly    strained    voice  responds  ,       as  she  turns  back  to  the  man  .       the  ghost  of  taught    manners    pestering  her  :       be  polite  ,       mina  .

❝                                                it’s    fine  ,       really   !       no  real    harm    done   !          ❞

alabaster  palms  drip  with  the  remnants  of  a  fallen    frappuccino  .       warm  drink  now    puddled    at  delicate  feet  ,       threatening  to    soil    suede  boots  .       quickly  stepping  away  from  the  mess  ,       a  soft  smile  accompanies  a    sympathetic    gaze  .       &    within  a  gentle  tone  ,       there’s  a  hint  of    sarcasm  .

❝          .  .  .       how  about  you  just    owe    me  a    coffee   ?          ❞

[harljordan]

This is your loyalty? Your gratitude?

[eternitiesloved-blog]

rose  bled  .        in  honor  of  luke’s  birthday  today  ,       i  got  to  see    f8    which  fucked  me  up  good    &    somehow  managed  to  motivate  me  so   !       i’ll  be  attempting  to  do  the  few  drafts  i  have  here    &    then  posting  a  plotting  or  starter  call   !

[eternitiesliveda-blog]

   You must come, O dread Impaler, confound them to your care.    Split them in two partitions, here the fools, the rascals there;    Shove them into two enclosures from the broad daylight enisle ‘em,    Then set fire to the prison and the lunatic asylum.

PENNED BY NISSA. EST. APRIL 2017.

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rose  bled  .        uhm  so  i  did  an  early  morning  cover  of  lana  del  rey’s    dark  paradise    because  it’s    the   vladmirena  song       (  as  @eternitieslived  knows  )   !

[fysarahgadon]

Sarah Gadon behind the scenes of ‘Dracula Untold.’ [x]

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Vlad went through a drive-through at a twenty-four hour McDonald’s and bought Mina several cheeseburgers. As he paid for them, with Lucy and Arthur in the back seat of the car, he wondered how he’d gone from being the terror of the Turkish Janissary Corps to buying McDonald’s in the middle of the night for his pregnant wife that had just been attacked by a vampire.

He’s fallen so far…

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Mom pls tell dad he can't just replace me :(

sorry  bb  boy  but  if  u  wanna  fuck  a  vampire  slayer  you  can  get  disowned   !

[wordsnquotes]

And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars

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@eternitiesloved mom I love you so much ol

[eternitiesliveda-blog]

@eternitiesloved can’t leave me alone for extended periods of time. I do crazy shit, like get myself turned into a monster or adopt a child. 

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i  go  to  bed    &    you  adopt  a  whole  ass  child  .  .  .       how

[eternitiesloved-blog]

                                                when    one    is    born    from  the    last   ?

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AH IM SCREAMIN ABT UR BLOg im js I USED 2 WRITE INGERAS

rose  bled  .         ahhhhhhhhhhhh  i  love   !!!!       my  son   !!!!!!!!!!!!