Ilona Tepes

I have crossed oceans of time to find you Indie RP blog for Ilona Tepes | Mun and Muse 21+ | Tracking #iamilonatepes | Reasonable crossovers welcome Dracula 2013 (NBC) Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992) {Elisabeta} Bram Stoker's Dracula (1896) {OC Ilona} Please review the about and guidelines pages before writing.

[iamilonatepes]

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//I'll have to get to my replies as I'm able. I'm down with a raging infected throat. Sorry, darlings.

[iamilonatepes]

Renfield: *draws happy face into Dracula's ashes* There, you're starting to look like your old self again

[thewclfman]

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[iamilonatepes]

Mina sniffed a laugh, hushed the way wind sometimes trickled through early spring trees. “Yes well, I cannot say that you are singular in that, doctor. Our precious Lucy is too beautiful not to be admired by many. And she is too kindhearted to make enemies.”

“I have at a time wondered that she might someday open her door at one moment and find herself engaged to marry a cabbie or postman the next and I’ll tell you why. Because a weak man could not help himself but to want her on first sight and she, a naturally gentle creature, could not find it within herself to injure him by declining!” Mina’s high laughter tinkled along the glasswork and danced around the room. “Who could say a bitter word about such a fine soul?”

“But tell me, Dr. Seward, something of yourself. You are most generous to attend to me now, but Lucy tells me that the psychology of the human mind is your preferred field of work. I find it most fascinating.”

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[thewclfman]

“I’ve had my thumb in each piece of the pie,” Jack commented as he released Mina’s ankle and smiled at the knowledge that it was not broken and merely strained, “but yes, psychology has been my passion for quite some time now.”

He’d originally been a general medical doctor and general surgeon, but when he read research papers upon some such mental disease, the disease long since forgotten in his memory, he had wanted to learn more about the human mind.

“What do you find so interesting about it, Miss Mina?”

[iamilonatepes]

The query brought her up short. She spent a few moments staring at him with a politely stunned expression about her features.

To have said it was a struggle reconciling the wild thoughts that plagued her of late would have been a betrayal of self in the worst way. It surely would also have made the doctor think her mad. In Queen Victoria’s England there was no greater fear for a modern woman than the sanitorium. No, this fresh acquaintance needn’t know the truth.

“I lost my mother to a cancer. During her illness I became interested in the sciences, which might have advanced her life or prolonged it had more been known in time. I was accepted to university where I have been a student under Dr. VanHelsing. My studies have taught me much on the value of a healthy mind where an embattled body is at stake.”

There, that should’ve recovered it. And she didn’t even have to lie.

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[violeteyedkiller-deactivated201]

iamilonatepes:

Behind her the gait and steadiness of a heavy footfall inform every part of Ilona’s body of a distinctly wolfish kind of advance. Her muscles draw tightly to her bones and her heart leaps. The hairs on her skin rise as the hand grips her shoulder and pulls her around. For a moment she can pretend he is not a stranger but the moment is gone too soon.

“Wait… you’re not Laurelai.”

“And you are not Vlad,” she answers with a sharp, thick-tongued accent.

In her balled up fist she holds a tiny dagger that might as well be a letter opener for all its size. It’s plenty of blade in her hand though and she isn’t hoping to use it.

“Do you always greet your acquaintances this way or ate your passions reserved for this Laurelai?” She arched a brow and the corner of her mouth followed.

However, he could be quite the opposite. This man rarely made footfall, only if he was rushing to catch up to someone in a hurry and not trying to stalk them. His advance on the other hand, was quite naturally predatory as he saw something, or at least thought, that he wanted. The scent was about right, vampyric by the stale scent of blood that tended to linger on such hunters. Or at least it was easy to mistake her as so. Though now that he’s there, currently standing a bit dumbfounded, but that expression is removed quickly. 

  “My mistake” Those violet eyes glance to the dagger. Not that it’d be likely that she actually cause him real harm, but he’d rather not have to deal with that. So the man takes a small step back, hands lightly raising. 

But then he gives a small chuckle and smirk of his own. “Oh I wouldn’t say it’s reserved for her. But you’d be surprised how many have had similar introductions.” He was blunt enough to seem like a flirt and maybe that’s what he was. At times when the mood struck that is. “No no. I’m far from reserved.” His hands lower now that he felt he’s probably put enough distance between himself and the poised dagger. 

[iamilonatepes]

“Hm, you are a peculiar sort of man, are you not, sir?”

Her eyes raked him over unapologetically. As she surveyed him her body was otherwise unnaturally still and constantly moving all at once. The lady didn’t make the usual nervous gestures common to the living. She rarely blinked and never swallowed. She didn’t adjust her fingers or push back the hair that fell forward over her ear. She only ran him over with those chilly blue irises, no thought, saved scrutiny revealed within their reflection.

Despite the somewhat unsettling lack of posturing there was a kind of constant motion to her form, which made her a little frustrating on human eyes. It was as if she almost shimmered, her entire being ever shivering without ever losing its place. She did breathe even if not always with rhythm and there was a heartbeat, steady and fairly automatic sounding though faint as hummingbird’s wings.

A flick of her wrist slid her pretty little blade back inside its sheath, which lay beneath the sleeve of an ostentatious dress, out of time for the day.

“There are no mistakes, sir. There are only opportunities gained and lost. Let us learn which this shall prove to be,” a simper painted her mouth. “I am Princess Consort Ilona Szilágyi of Wallachia,“ she thrummed placing her hand out to him not in a shaking position but as if to he held. With a deep curtsey and an elegant dip of her chin she kept her keen stare with him.

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[iamilonatepes]

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This is your loyalty? Your gratitude?

[iamilonatepes]

Mina: My best friend tended to look on the bright side of things.

Lucy [rolling around in a meadow]: Yay, grass!

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iamilonatepes

Quite forwardly the man takes the dark haired woman’s shoulder to turn her around and give a strong and rather passionate kiss. But when he pulls back the smirk falls from his face. 

    “Wait..you’re not Laurelai” 

[iamilonatepes]

Behind her the gait and steadiness of a heavy footfall inform every part of Ilona’s body of a distinctly wolfish kind of advance. Her muscles draw tightly to her bones and her heart leaps. The hairs on her skin rise as the hand grips her shoulder and pulls her around. For a moment she can pretend he is not a stranger but the moment is gone too soon.

“Wait… you’re not Laurelai.”

“And you are not Vlad,” she answers with a sharp, thick-tongued accent.

In her balled up fist she holds a tiny dagger that might as well be a letter opener for all its size. It’s plenty of blade in her hand though and she isn’t hoping to use it.

“Do you always greet your acquaintances this way or are your passions reserved for this Laurelai?” She arches a brow and the corner of her mouth follows.

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[iservethemaster]

iamilonatepes asked: (Meme) Ilona places her friend, Dr. Seward’s, phonograph upon an empty table.  It is armed with a single cylinder.

Give my muse an item and see how they react.

Empty eyes dared to stare up at the piece of equipment shown far too often upon the good attempts he held in restraining himself. How silly a creation it was! The idealistic forms to listen to the mundane voice of one over and over again, yet only the good doctor appeared to be captured by such a thing. Perhaps he had failed in the ways of chicken scratch writing many had before him in his profession.

“Are we to record the voice of a madman,” he questioned with a quiet chuckle soon follow after. “Forgive me, my dear, but I see little use for an instrument as foolish as that in my own little world. Might I suggest throwing it to one who speaks often to himself? It might hush them for a few moments longer than any morphine given.”

[iamilonatepes]

Ilona didn’t look up. A tempted man, whether mad or not, deserved a certain measure of privacy with his struggles.

“Hmm,” the pads of the lady’s fingers fell softly on the round outer elbow of the phonograph’s coude, “I am most disappointed to find that this is your posture on the matter. I had rather hoped I might meet with your indulgence, sir.”

She caressed the outside bell of the horn as though touching a lover, cutting her sharp oceanic eyes at him as her fingertips disappeared over the enormous lip of the pavilion. There she folded her hand in place and leveled her gaze at the gentleman.

“You see,” she nearly whispered, “I have not come to record a lunatic. I am not out of my bed at such an hour to capture the ravings of one who would speak to his imaginings. Sir, I have come to find the truth. I visit you because something inside my breast speaks to me in a way I cannot explain and it is more disturbing by the night. I am certainly not mad but will shortly be if you do not consent to lend me your aid. I must know whether,” she caught her breath if not her composure, “whether you sympathize.”

“If you will only speak as you do, allowing this phonograph to record it, then I might transcribe the words. They can be studied and discussed. Between us,” she offered at last.

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[iamilonatepes]

//So many interesting characters out playing in the wood of wonder tonight, several Ilona has watched and waited to poke at.

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