love is a lie.

she/her // 52 // vamp // florist

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gxldnmien:

The shade from the umbrella gave Clarissa relief from the hell fire sunlight blasting down from the sky onto the little outdoor patio of the cafe. It seemed like a good idea in theory to leave the comforts of her room for the city world, but now it was too hot and too many people and not enough inspiration. It didn’t help that she was irritated by the current problem at hand: her client. “Fucking miniature food? No, normal finger food is not good enough but miniature food?” Clarissa exclaimed in frustration as she threw her pen down at her notebook. “Who the hell eats 1-inch by 1-inch food? Maybe a fairy?” She turned to the person closest to her, more than willing to suck another pour soul into her problem. “Seriously, is this the new food trend?”

‘‘Didn’t you hear?’‘ the brunette mused after putting down her book when some whining came from the booth across from her, ‘‘those kind of bites got introduced in the year 2000 or so. Believe me, I grew up with miniature food. It’s what I had to deal with --- status and starving. Or rather, starving from status, that’s how I like to call it.’‘ Helene knew all about it, the wealthy life. ‘‘There’s a better diner not too far away from here, who actually serves burgers and not shit like this. If you’re not one of those girls who get grossed by meat, that is.’‘

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hwlingkids:

        “A lapdance,” echoed the girl, a gentle sound that despite its disbelief, was laced with amusement. A moment of boredom could take a sharp turn, Demetra mused as a chuckle escaped her lips. “I suppose it’s only fair,” her voice was low, sultry even as her lips curled into a smirk, and she lowered her head, hands coming up to start undoing the buttons of her shirt. She didn’t know how they ended up back in her room – Wasn’t sure why she allowed someone inside. It was supposed to be just an innocent game of Truth or Dare, but Demetra should have known where it would lead. There was no regret feeling her lungs as she let her shirt fall to the floor, only a warmth wrapping itself around the base of her spine, moving up to her ribcage. I shouldn’t be doing this, a faint voice sounded in the deep of her mind, and yet Demetra was unable to stop her feet from taking slow steps closer to the woman, lips slightly parted as she climbed on her lap, a leg on each side of her and her hands on the woman’s shoulder. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she started to move her hips in circles slowly, never breaking the eye contact. "No touching,“ she breathed out, teasingly, "I’m engaged.”

Her hands were tingling, and she definitely didn’t like the words she heard coming from the blonde’s mouth. Licking her lips, she then gave a breathless chuckle as her lips remained in a grin. No touching, hm? She could work with that --- she could manipulate the other into wanting her. ‘’Engaged doesn’t mean anything, darling,’’ the sweetness dripped off of her voice as her fingers came dangerously close to the woman’s thighs. If she was still able to radiate heat, the other would’ve definitely felt it. Instead, she teased her by making her skin tingle with her fingertips, featherlight touches. ‘’Wouldn’t you want to know how it feels like to have a night of fun? Not think of any obligations... forget about the Council and experience nothing but pleasure?’’ the vampire’s blue eyes watched the other’s as she moved that bit closer, leaning forward towards the blonde’s face. ‘’Just... for.. one.. night..’’ Helene whispered, the arousal building in her eyes from the werewolf’s slow grinding on her lap. ‘’No one will know.’’

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icymagic:

Kicking ass was the best thing that Ivy thought she could do, she liked hurting people who screwed her over and touching her was what she considered screwing her over. “Yes and it’s not looking like it’s going to work out well for him at all.” Ivy listened to her words and as much as she wanted to take her advice, a low profile was better for staying in town. “I would if it wouldn’t alert the humans to us all being here.”

Shame. If she of Vivian had ran into trouble, they would’ve made sure the dirt would’ve been cleaned up in one way or another. ‘’What’s your strategy? Except for mashing his face against a table?’’ she wondered, just showing interest in the other’s intentions. Stepping a little closer, her voice got lower when she spoke next. ‘’That’s why most of our kind choose to take it someplace where are no nosy humans.’’ Helene’s lips perked up to a faint smile, hinting at the fact she might be useful to help out if the other allowed her to.

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timid-maria:

Blushing with a bit of embarrassment at the other woman’s concern, she lifted the boxes and nodded.  “I’m fine, and yeah, that’d…”  She cut off as she caught the woman’s scent, that old fear of vampires making her tense and look at the woman with some mild terror before quickly calming her nerves.  She was trying to be nice, not trying to hurt her.  Just breathe.  Maria offered a weak smile and nodded. “I-I could use the assistance.  I have coffee or tea i can offer if you want it in thanks? If you drink either of those things.  I know some vampires choose not to at all.”

The blush on the other’s cheeks didn’t go unnoticed for the brunette. It was the change of heartbeat she easily picked up first, before blue eyes landed upon the blonde’s face. ‘’Are you sure?’’ she asked -- finding the other’s stammering rather amusing than anything else, and her need to push the blonde a bit further was there. What drove the woman’s nerves was either fear or attraction --- and she wanted to know which one of the two it was. ‘’Assistance it is,’’ she purred as she helped the other out to her room. Slumping her stuff down onto the nearest table, her lips then parted. ‘’I don’t drink tea anymore,’’ there was a slight hint of sadness in her voice, but she had learned to deal with it. ‘’I used to -- a lot, but ever since my taste for food changed, so did my love for tea go to waste. Unfortunately.’’

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xelegantxsavageryx:

“Send it to the council. Seriously, that’s your best bet. They make sure everything goes where it needs to,” Rae advised. After the ban on online shopping was lifted, it was the first thing she did. That, and no one needed to know why she needed four Friends T-shirts or socks with pom-poms on them. Or an egg cooker that had a sombrero on it. “I grew up here.”

‘‘Hmm,’‘ she mused for a second, not entirely sure if she could trust the Council with sending them stuff. Well, she didn’t trust them for a full hundred percent to begin with, so shipping new bought clothing or anything else to them? Not a chance. If anything, she’d find her own way of making sure her shipments would be safe. ‘‘I’ll think about that,’‘ she added, though she had just done so. ‘‘You grew up here? Well, that must suck -- hard.’‘ Helene tilted her head somewhat, arms crossed. ‘‘Never got a chance to get out of here and now you’ll be stuck here, forever. What a pity.’‘

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vamp-vik:

“Personally, no. I rather care for my fiance, and could easily see myself even loving her eventually.  So no, I do not intend to sleep around.  It’s not my personality anyways.’  Vik nodded seriously, choosing to be honest rather than lighten the situation.  Caged was too simple a term, but he wasn’t about to try and figure out the right one.  At the realization the woman next to him was Vivan’s next victim, the man couldn’t help but shake his head.  “Not exactly.  I believed her to be the love of my life once.  She sired me, and I stayed with her until I grew tired of being used and manipulated for her own gain and ran away ten years ago.  It seems she replaced me with you. I’m sorry.  I’d hoped never to meet the person I inflicted her on next.”

The judgment was high when the other talked about love. There was no such thing as love for the youngest Rockefeller, but to each their own, she supposed. Her eyebrows raised at his next words, a hint of surprise showing in her eyes, not having expected such intentions from the man. But then again, he didn’t seem like the kind to be entertaining. It made her wonder if he had ever been the type; and if not, what interest had Vivian seen in him? So far there seemed to be nothing about him that peaked her interest. Only the fact they shared the same sire. But that meant nothing to the brunette. As he spoke, she silently drank from her glass that was halfway filled with fake blood. Dislike came with the taste, but she did not show it. Her dislike for the other was much higher. ‘’Why sorry?’’ she wondered, as the corners of her lips went down in mild disgust. ‘’You should be sorry for ever leaving her,’’ Helene said before giving him the chance to answer. ‘’You sound like a brat who ran away -- only to have found shelter underneath this bullshit system of the Council. Talking about loving the woman you’re wedded off to as if it’s going to last forever. Let me tell you right now, darling,’’ the sarcasm dripped off of the nickname this time, ‘’sooner or later you’re going to regret the decision you made years ago of leaving her. This...’’ her eyes went up and down his body to add to her words, ‘’..act of yours won’t last forever. And when you come crawling back to her, it’ll be too late.’’

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vivclemente:

“Fuckery?” Vivian repeated with a warm laugh. “My, I have not heard such a word before. It’s…refreshing.” She watched as the other woman rolled her eyes, appreciating the rebellion in her blood. Blood she could both hear pumping through veins, and smell. The sweet intoxication a dull reminder of her vampiric existence. The brunette bounced her brows while humoring the Rockefeller heir, “At parties such as these, everyone is on their best behavior. Rather, donning their masks. It is a bunch of bullocks, if you’d ask me. Half of the guests here will go afterwards to their private parties, gamble and curse, and sleep with whomever isn’t their beloved.” In all her years, she had seen this sort of behavior repeat itself. And she was not altogether innocent of the act, herself. “Thank you,” the vampire said with another timed smile, sliding onto a bar stool beside the kitchen island. Her eyes never left the blue ones across from her, observing how they danced away only to slide back. There we are.  “Are you sure you’re not a part-time bartender as well?” Vivian asked after she took the first sip, reveling in the taste. It wasn’t as tasteful as she imagined the woman’s blood to be, but she was content for now. “You are gay then?” The question was simple, but bold. Despite times changing, it was a subject to tread lightly upon for most. “Welcome to the club, darling,” she said with a wink, raising her glass to provide a toast. When everything settled, she had to wonder, “If you weren’t under the eyes of your parents, and the legacy of your last name, what would you be doing?”

‘‘My apologies,’‘ it hit her then what she had said. It wasn’t lady-like at all, anything but. ‘‘No no,’‘ she shook her head, taking back what she had said immediately, ‘‘it’s not something I should’ve said. My family would murder me if they’d ever hear me say such a vile word.’‘ Helene hated for it to be true, yet it was. If anything, she was still waiting for the day her family would take their judgment and seriousness down a notch. Or three. A thought that soon got washed away by the woman’s alluring voice --- God, how long had it been since she had heard someone talk so elegant with such a strong accent? A combination of the two? Probably never. Which made her cheeks grow to a rosy color, not at the truth that lied beneath her words, but how she spoke them with such casualty. It made her want to get to know about the stranger more. Unlike she usually did -- she only wanted to get as far away from guests as possible. Their fingers shortly touching was enough for the brunette to experience a feeling she hadn’t felt before, not in a situation like this. It was a hint of nervosity that coursed through her brain and she couldn’t get rid of it, no matter how much she tried to tell herself that this was just another guest that tried to get a conversation out of her. Except, this time around, it actually worked. ‘’No,’’ a hint of a smirk came to rest on her lips, before she continued, ‘’an uncle taught me how to properly mix drinks, but no, nothing like that. I’m a florist.’’ Nothing special, it was information that most people of her family shared whenever she was brought up in conversation --- but at the next words that left the woman’s mouth her eyes widened as anxiety struck her for a good second. As if that wasn’t bad enough, her heart started to race as she tried to think of something to say --- something that’d save herself from completely ruining her name -- oh. Helene’s lips parted, she had no idea what to say, her hand shaking a little when she requested a toast. If anything, the brunette reveled in the taste of her cocktail soon enough, the alcohol calming her anxiety down. Breathing in a silent deep sigh, she tried to push her alarming thoughts away and considered to reveal multiple fantasies she had fantasized about all her life. Starting off with a soft ‘pffft’ she then continued, ‘’I have no idea where to begin. There’s been so many dreams of mine. Traveling, move to another country, write a book maybe. I’ve thought about getting into law school again, but I’m way too old for that now,’’ she waved her hand, as if to brush the subject away, before then breaking out into a smirk. ‘’I’d definitely stop sneaking around about my preferences and take breathtaking women like you to parties like these and kiss you in public.’’

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Was it normal to feel this delighted about being tied to a woman that had been destined to her by the Council for the rest of her life? She had no idea what made her feel so flustered, even though the blush never reached her cheeks. It wasn’t like she had never been on a date before --- but it had been so long, and now she did not have to hide for her parents. Maybe it was the thrill of all those things together --- and the fact her fiance was actually pretty hot. If anything, she had been unable to not think of Trixie’s voice the few days she had gone without seeing her. Helene always made sure to look effortlessly pretty, but this time she went out of her way to make sure that everything about her was perfect. She didn’t know why --- she had no reason to feel this nervous, and yet she did. It was a different nervous than last time, one that made her dead heart flutter as she applied a pink shade of lipstick to her lips. It were good nerves, a kind she hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be married after all, if it meant she got to be with someone who had occupied her mind ever since they had met. ‘’Good God, Helene, what are you getting yourself into,’’ she whispered to her reflection in the mirror, then popping her lips after closing the lid back onto the lipstick.

However she had all the time in the world, only ten minutes left, the vampire made sure to not waste a single second of it as she flashed left and right through her hotel room, from her wardrobe back to the mirror, to her dresser and another flash towards the bathroom. When the alarm on her phone went off, she knew she had to let her trail or worries go and stop thinking about getting everything picture perfect about her outfit. A black dress framed her figure just right, just like her heels were pretty much showing off --- it was a pet peeve of the youngest Rockefeller. Even if her date might not be paying attention to any of the details, which Helene secretly hoped she actually did, she would be satisfied with how she looked at least. 

A small minute later, right on time, she knocked on the other’s door with a grin showing on her features. Her hands full with a small package wrapped in fancy paper -- maybe she had gone a little over the top with this, but showing up with empty hands had felt wrong. So instead she had managed to ship a box full of British biscuits from great recommended bakery in London, baked yesterday and arrived today. What a status and some wealth could do, it definitely satisfied the brunette every time she got what she wanted. ‘’Hey you,’’ Helene mused when a familiar door got out of the way and oceanblue eyes fell onto the gorgeous figure in front of her. ‘’I brought you something,’’ her ego maybe coated her voice a bit - but she was honestly feeling joyous. Stepping forward until the package blocked the distance between them, her eyes dropped down to her lips for a second, then teasing her, ‘’are you still gonna let me in, or do you wish to spend our time in the doorway the entire day?’’

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Vera Farmiga as Laura Jaconi in Boundaries (2018) dir. Shana Feste.

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vampiresofnola:

Felicity was having a no good terrible very bad week and she wanted to get something to eat.  Sure she didn’t technically need to eat but it was a comfort thing for her.  She looked around the room for a place to sit where a face immediately brought back some memories of how rude she was to her.  Clearly she wasn’t happy with her, given the tone of voice.  So Felicity sat down across from her.  “My mother didn’t teach me anything really, but that’s besides the point.  I wanted to apologize for how I acted towards you.  It was unacceptable and completely rude and I hope you can forgive me.  I can buy your meal here if that’s okay.  Though if you want me to leave I can do that too.”  Felicity’s voice was filled with hope, she wanted to feel like she made at least one correction to what her alternative self did.

The only reason she found herself reading a book right now rather than scrolling through her Twitter feed was because her phone had been non-reactive when she had woken up from her long night of sleep. Of course she had forgotten to put the dang thing onto a charger after returning from the hotel’s bar. The alcohol had made its way into her system too deep before she had crashed into the bed, all worries gone. And so had her common sense, but a headache she did not have to worry about. Oceanblue eyes pierced into the younger woman’s across from her, lips parted but nothing left her lips just yet. So it turned out she wasn’t here for more commotion, but to apologize. Apologies she wasn’t used to. All her life she had been taught to just deal with the consequences, even if it hadn’t been her who had started the argument or fight. This time she had, but the brunette was too stubborn to admit such a thing. ‘’Apology accepted,’’ Helene’s voice wasn’t exactly heartwarming, but not dismissing either. Her focus moved back to the book for a moment, then heaving an unnecessary sigh and closing the thing. ‘’Alright, fine. Since you’ve ruined my moment anyway,’’ not necessarily - she had lost interest in reading about an hour ago, but it gave her a reason to no longer act like she was interested, ‘’what else did your mother teach you? How to stake vampires? Since you seemed to know all about it when threatening me.’’

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Truth or Dare was a dangerous game --- especially when it led up to being in complete private with a stranger. After boredom had taken over, she had ended up playing the game with a few people at the hotel lobby - whereas most of them had abandoned the game, Helene most certainly hadn’t given up on playing, and so hadn’t the woman in front of her. The striptease she had given the other most certainly hadn’t felt boring at all - and now she sat on the edge of the other’s bed, she grinned wide. ‘’You’ve already had truth, so you know what’s coming now..’’ her voice was dangerously low, blue eyes skimming over the woman’s figure, teeth sinking into her lower lip for a second before letting go. Shaking her head slightly, she had the perfect idea to get her back, then parting her lips with a soft chuckle falling from them. ‘’-- Lapdance. Give me a lapdance.’’

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timid-maria:

“Shit.”  Maria cursed as she dropped a box on her foot, glad she’d never fully moved into the apartment Harper had gotten for her but still having to move some stuff back into the hotel after he left.  She’d been re-paired already, but it still stung.  Bending to pick up her things, she looked up at the person standing in front of her. “Sorry.  Didn’t mean to swear.”

Helene had been halfway through her Twitter feed when she heard a loud bang, her senses making the sound ten times worse, the vampire ready to claw whoever had disturbed her short but peaceful moment. ‘’Oh--’’ she breathed out, worry then settling on her features for a second. ‘’Are you okay?’’ Forgetting for a moment the other’s strengths must be enhanced too. She wasn’t sure about werewolves, just like she didn’t know much about witches either. The vampire had closed the distance between them, parting her lips once again, ‘’need any help? I’m bored out of my mind in this place, so if there’s anything I can do...’’

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vamp-vik:

“The likelihood of this actually stopping the wars says it’s unlikely to keep up. And they never specified happy marriages, just that you had to be bound.  I’m sure you can still sleep and live with whoever you want.”  Vik shrugged, not too bothered with either prospect, though he understood her sentiments.  “I feel the frustration as well.  I almost feel caged here.”  Viktor sighed before pausing, looking over at the other vampire.  “You don’t happen to be sired by Vivian Clemente, do you?  Or whatever she goes by these days?  And you say ten years ago?”

‘‘I doubt that,’‘ the vampire responded as her eyes went back to the interior of the bar. It was quite plain, as she heard Vivian’s voice echo inside her head. The years she had been by her side, she had picked up a bit of taste when it came to designing interiors. ‘‘Is that what you’re planning on doing? Sleeping around, despite the likings you got for your fiance?’‘ Helene wouldn’t be surprised if he did, it was a trait she saw appear in every men she ran into. Sooner or later they’d neglect their partner without much regret. ‘‘Caged doesn’t even come close to what it really feels like. It’s heavier, unexplainable -- it  changes people when they’re here for too long,’‘ and honestly, that feeling scared the brunette. She did not want to be the person who lashed out because of a possible building depression. ‘‘---Why do you care?’‘ Helene squinted her eyes, focusing them back onto the guy next to her. ‘‘You some old hookup of her? Cause if so, let me tell you right now, she most definitely isn’t interested.’‘

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bittersweetshq:

   Whilst her fear was palpable, it wasn’t directly correlated to who it was that was now standing right in front of her. She wasn’t scared of her, but of the situation itself, she hoped the other was aware of that. She didn’t want her to think that this was in one way or another a personal feeling, instead of an automatic one; one that had followed her around since she’d learnt the truth of what was expected of her. She didn’t hate often, but she had a lot of hate in her heart for those that had forced this upon everyone. She’s thankful she doesn’t know what they look like; out of sight, out of mind is what she’d live her life by from now on. She didn’t exactly know how this would all come about, what would transpire from here on out but she felt as though, as long as they could get on – there were a lot worse circumstances this could’ve started as. 

  She’s pretty, really pretty and that’s half the reason she stares, too. Whilst she was not known to dabble with checking anyone out, she wasn’t daft enough not to recognise it in people. She wasn’t sure if it helped that she was attracted to her, or not. She didn’t think it could be a hindrance. Looks were only one part of a person; a person who was made up of a billion and one other things, more important things. She’s cooler than she expects her to be but she welcomes it. Trixie as a rule was always incredibly hot, no matter the weather. Her siblings had always called her a hot water bottle and she’d never considered that an insult, it meant she had her use. 

“Helene,” she repeats her name this time, it falls from her lips with ease and she doesn’t even have to think about it. “I like it. I liked it when I read it, even if it wasn’t the first thought in my head.” Her brow arches at her latter words, forgetting what the other was capable of. She’d done her research, but – in a moment it was as though it had all been forgotten. She rests her hand over her heart once the sound it’s been creating has been made clear to her, gentle laughter flowing from her lips. “I can’t believe it, outed by my own heartbeat.” She shakes her head a little, but it’s a playful gesture, she’s not ashamed of her nerves she considers them natural. If someone wasn’t nervous with such a thing as this transpiring, she’d have to find them and give them a medal. “I am nervous, very much so. It’s such a bizarre situation, there’s…no dummies guide for this sort of thing. I’ve never even dated before, not-not that this is in anyway a date, but…it’s the closest thing to, which, makes me sound very, very cool, I’ll bet.” She’s rambling a little, but she forces it to subside as soon as she’s recognised it. “Sorry, I am talking a lot.” She was fearful of an uncomfortable silence taking over, but she was also fearful of coming on too strong, or being too much for the other woman to bare. Whilst this situation was not perfect, she didn’t want to make it any worse. “D-do you want to come in? I have a lot of tea. My mother used to say no problem cannot be solved by a great cup of tea.” She was very English sometimes, without really thinking about it. “…not that I’m sure you drink that stuff, now that I think about it.” 

Part of her had been afraid for the witch’s appearance, mostly because she had imagined her to be pretty. And here she was now, standing in front of a gorgeous woman who gave off the vibe that she couldn’t even harm a single fly. It gnawed at Helene’s consciousness, because how was she supposed to be herself if this sweet-looking angel in front of her seemed like innocence itself. And she was the complete opposite of that. Her family had taught her how to keep up the perfect mask, the use of sarcasm and how to fake emotions. Vivian had taught her the rest that was Helene. She was no warm person, nor did she know how to act like one. No situation had ever been fortunate enough for her to be delicate with another, to show them compassion and maybe even love. They were all strange territories for the brunette to explore.

The witch had a point. She surely was against the forced marriage, that much she knew how --- so they were on the same grounds. At least she wasn’t in the same boat with someone completely dolled up and had the character of a Barbie matching with said looks. No, so far the witch seemed quite taken aback as much as the vampire behaved. Helene liked to observe, listen somewhat less, and most definitely take in what happened around her at all costs. She had to stay sharp, however, she could let her guard down a little in this very moment. So far she had managed to shut everything else that happened outside the room out, no other heartbeats disturbed Trixie’s, or voices for that matter. If there was something the vampire had learned over the years, it was how to sort out sounds. How to close herself off whenever she needed to. 

‘‘Well, it’s a little hard to ignore when yours is going like crazy,’‘ the vampire simply pointed out, eyes dropping down to the other’s chest for another second, ‘‘no offense,’‘ she added quickly. The vampire kept her cool, as she had no heartbeat to deal with. The feelings were still there, but she had a different coping mechanism. Racing thoughts, for example. Every second that passed by, she got more insecure about how she was holding up. The hate she had felt run through her veins only an hour ago had subsided and she wasn’t sure if she liked it or not. Everything inside her mind told her to back away from Trixie, but the one single voice that told her it was okay to spend some more time with her somehow won her over. If it was the rambling, the way the words so smoothly rolled off her tongue or how kind she presented herself --- she wasn’t sure. Perhaps all traits were convincing the vampire to stay. ‘‘Don’t worry,’‘ Helene’s reassurance was soft but strong as she then took a step closer. ‘‘Very much so, if that is what you really want, then yes,’‘ one hand found the doorframe with ease as she never broke eyecontact. A sheepish laugh showed on the vampire’s features, one that wasn’t easy to crack, she then shook her head. ‘‘I used to drink tea all the time when I was younger,’‘ she recalled the strong memory of having been grown into drinking it. ‘‘It was part of the etiquette --- I’m no English darling like you are, but my family definitely made sure to stick to the most cliche traditions. Church every Sunday morning, a cup of jasmine tea right after and some foolish cartoon show I cannot recall the name of.’‘ Trixie’s talk about tea really had triggered some more talk of the vampire, which then got her to the next. ‘‘However I’d like to have a cup of tea right now, I’m afraid my stomach will not bare it. My diet is very strict, but there’s nothing to be nervous about in case you’re afraid I might harm you, darling. I’ve had my fair share of fake blood earlier this morning,’‘ the corners of her lips slightly tugged up, only now realizing how her other hand had been coming to a rest onto Trixie’s gently -- but she never retreated her hand back.

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vamp-vik:

“That does seem to be the majority feeling around here.  But still..I think as vampires we did get the better end.  These marriages will only take a little of our existence, while the others are trapped with us forever.’  Vik shrugged a bit before lifting an eyebrow.  “There’s always after all this for you to do that.  I take it you’ve stuck with your sire awhile now?”  He smiled before nodding.  “I like my witch.  She’s a good woman, and I don’t think I’ll have any trouble being wed to her.  But I do think that this attempt at peace is a bit misguided.”

Hardly amused, she took another sip of her blood as she let the other talk. ‘’Who says we won’t get assigned to another fiance when our recent ones die? Who says the Council won’t keep this law up for another ten centuries? Either way, our ‘lovers’ won’t be the only ones trapped to this bullshit. You know what’s even more fun? We won’t ever get old, and they will. Werewolves and vampire couples must have a blast, they get to grow old together.’’ Not that Helene minded the staying-the-same-age part, she just wished to share said eternity with another vampire. Not a witch she didn’t know. ‘’Yeah --- well, it’s only been ten years. It’s not like I’ve been alive for hundreds of years, just a few. I cannot imagine a life without Vivian, she’s my everything. Really.’’