Memento Mori

William Reade Vampire Indie RP - Mun and Muse are 21+

[immortaliisms]

             --- “If you could please stop. talking.-- for                    thirty seconds?” 

             --- “It is entirely too early for you to be bothering me.” 

[druidofnewyork]

       “William, you are literally called a creature of the night, and are a nocturnal predator, of course you have better eyesight than me” He gripes, bending down to pick up some of the broken dishes.

        Uh-oh, some of these looked expensive.

        Best to cover up this fact with awkward small talk.

        “I was just checking up on you, it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to drop off my usual donation to the  cause.”

[immortaliisms]

          -- “Right. And just because you can’t                see me, doesn’t mean I’m lurking.”

           -- “Lurking would imply that I’m trying                  not to be seen.”

[druidofnewyork]

       Brain look around at the mess he’s made. In his defense, some of the blame is on William. It’s just not smart to startle druids, they tend to create small windstorms and ruin people’s kitchens.

       “I blame you. You know you don’t actually have to lurk in the shadows right?”

[immortaliisms]

              -- “I do not lurk.” 

    He steps delicately over the mess,     stooping to pick up a stray glass that     hadn’t shattered.

          -- “It’s hardly my fault that your eyesight                isn’t good enough to see me.”

[nastealeto]

[immortaliisms]

---- -- @druidofnewyork

             -- “Are you quite finished?”

[keshephmoved-blog-deactivated20]

“I only made a death ray once.” that makes it totally safe. apparently.

[immortaliisms]

          -- “That’s one time too many.”

          -- “But let’s see what your contraption                does, hm?”

[keshephmoved-blog-deactivated20]

“This is an experiment! A journey into the unknown!” such relentless optimism. it’s probably not a weapon of mass destruction. probably.

[immortaliisms]

              -- “I’ve been alive for nearly two thousand                   years. If I die now from something as                    mundane as untested witchcraft, rest assured                   that I will be very annoyed with you.”

[keshephmoved-blog-deactivated20]

“You are not even a little bit curious?”

[immortaliisms]

             -- “Curious, perhaps. More cautious                   than anything else.”

[keshephmoved-blog-deactivated20]

“I don’t know what it is. I built it in my sleep. You’ve got to help me test it. I might blow something up.”

[immortaliisms]

             --- “You’re not exactly inspiring                     much confidence, my friend.”

[immortaliisms]

---- -- @burzxm​

             -- “Do you ever stop brooding?”

[nubbsgalore]

[thetruththatshouldbe]

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[immortaliisms]

♣︎

MEME | ACCEPTING

           -- “Underneath it all, we’re just savages.” 

      It’s said plainly. There’s no inflection to indicate irony, sarcasm, or      honesty. No specification to whether he’s referring to humans, to      his own kind, or to his enemies. Perhaps he’s reflecting on the true      nature of all living things: stating that the instincts of survival and       barbarism are qualities which have endured for as long as he’s been      alive. A spiteful and bitter outlook indeed.

      But more than likely, William is just being cryptic and vague to be annoying.

[immortaliisms]

♣︎

MEME | ACCEPTING

      There was a great deal of noise. A clamor of snarls and howls and      insults that filled the spaces between the riotous press of bodies       around them. The air was thick and hostile; blood and sweat mixing      in equal, churling parts with pride and outrage. It was an assault in      every way except physical as William slowly advanced through this      den of Wolves, Lily close by his side. 

      They wouldn’t attack. All their bluster was purely to intimidate, to       try and weaken William’s resolve before these peace talks could       even start. But William was a spiteful creature. One of the pack-      members lashed out, gnarled claws coming dangerously close to      William’s skin, but the Elder remained resolutely passive, wading      through a throng that became increasingly uneasy at the cold iron      in his posture and resolve. 

       In a hiss only Lily could hear, the rage and offended pride seeped out:

               -- “I will not flinch for them."

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       send me ‘ ♣︎ ‘ and i’ll generate a number between                   1 - 110 for what my muse will say to yours.                           (  contains a range of themes. mostly angst/fluff/smut.  ) 

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[immortaliisms]

my muse for William just popped up out of the fucking grave after seeing all these other vampires on my dash like “hello children”

[druidofnewyork]

      It’s a reaction more than anything, instinct honed over years of fighting things stronger than he is. 

      You hit hard, fast, and put them down.

     Power flows through him, a green vibrant light the lights up his tattoos and eyes with magic from  the earth.His reflexes are quick, for a human at least.

     There is a old pistol in the other hand, but he recognizes the vampire before firing. Not that it would do any good.

    “Sacred wind, William don’t do that!”

[immortaliisms]

      He laughs, a low rumble of genuine       humor as the Vampire sways away.       William’s gaze flicks to the pulsing glow       of magic along the druid’s arm, and the       fading remains of the burns on his palms       seemed to ache. He stepped to the side,       just out of Brian’s reach, though his polite       smile was still fixed. 

             --- “Would you deny an old man his games?                    I had no intention of harming you.” 

[immortaliisms]

      The night was all-encompassing-- a       thick, humid fog of dark that swallowed       light and sound. Few people were on        the streets with the moon hidden away       above unquiet storm clouds, but William       was content to wander before the rain        started. 

      Ahead of him was a familiar silhouette, and       he quickened silent steps to come a few        paces behind them. He was smiling, a devilish       thing as his voice slipping into the air like ink.

             --- “Good evening.”