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Surreal || Kate & Harley

harleyxroden:

Harley watched the girl’s reaction with an amused smile on her lips, raising an eyebrow at the evident look of disgust. “You say that now, it seems most around here do become that desperate.” She mused with a shrug of her shoulders. She sure as fuck would never become that desperate, but she didn’t put it beneath anyone else in the cells. As the cigarette was offered to her she didn’t even say a word, instead moving forward and taking the cigarette. She brought it to her lips and inhaled, reveling in the taste as it burned though her lungs before she released the smoke.

A smile worked its way on her lips when the woman took the cigarette. She seemed tough and to know a lot about this place. “What’s your name?”

#Harley #Surreal

Phantom || Katelyn & Erebus

erebus-richter:

Those fingers returned to the bars, lightly wrapping the iron as he withdrew his touch. Still, sharp grey eyes lingered on her features, examining the lovely slave’s appearance. She was like a china doll; or, at least, she seemed that way. He was content to assume he judged her correctly, and with that image coursing through his mind, he found his thirst had increased. “Is that so?” he replied, moistening his now-parched lips. “I would say that’s a pity, but Covaire has not been in the best condition, of late.” He could smell her from here, the close proximity alighting his heightened senses. Her pulse would not leave his ears. It was a thudding metronome, solidifying every inconvenient moment that he remained without her blood. “Would you like to leave your cage?”

Would she like to leave her cage? She wasn’t sure. On the one hand, there was curiosity. How did the city look like? Was it big? Was it small? How was it constructed? On the other hand, there was insecurity. She abhorred the idea of being bought like an object. What would she have to give him in return for a little bit of freedom? “I...” A brief pause formed, allowing her to gather her thoughts before she continued to speak. “Yes, I'd like to.”

#Erebus #Phantom

Surreal || Kate & Dimitri

benvolio-dimitri:

“Nope. You must’ve made someone like you, to get a cigarette in here.”

“Another---,” the word ‘slave’ had almost slipped out of her mouth. It felt wrong on her tongue, thus she tried to avoid the term entirely. “Someone was willing to share with me.”

#Dimitri #Surreal

Progression | Estella & Kate

the-fault-in-estella:

Estella smiled and nodded, “It just seems like a more understandable thing to say instead of nice to meet you. Even if it is nice to meet you.”

She chuckled. “True. I agree.” Suddenly, a guard walked towards them and called Katelyn’s name, telling her shortly afterwards that her free time was up. Disappointment showed on her face; she wanted to remain a little longer in Estella’s company. “Bummer.” Reluctantly, she slowly walked after the guard. “I hope we get to talk some time again, Estella.”

enticingbianca:

Bianca liked watching the blonde blush, knowing she was the reason. “Well it’s something you should get used to fast.” The slave would have to no choice but to appease other masters and mistresses.

“Maybe.” Preferably never. “I’m a slow learner.” Not really. “Judging from this conversation, you’re definitely not a slave.” Katelyn paused. “So you’re either a civilian or a mistress. Which one is it?”

#Bianca

Progression | Estella & Kate

the-fault-in-estella:

Estella reached her hand out and took the other woman’s. Happy to meet someone that didn’t seem to want to cry or bite her head off. “Estella. I’m sorry you’re here.”

“That’s...” After a brief handshake, she let go. “You’re kind, Estella. I mean, you’re here too, aren’t you? Don’t be sorry.”

Surreal || Kate & Mason

pale-wary-mason:

{Mason slowly turned,just barely looking at the girl and then he was behind her, just like that. He leaned forward and whispered in her her ear.} “Guess.” {Then in another invisible moment he was in front of her again starting to walk as she looked behind her.} “Keep up, Barbie… we don’t have all night…”

When he whispered into her ear, her hand shot up instinctively to cover it. How did he do that? Her curiosity was piqued, but so was her fear. Reluctantly, she followed the mysterious vampire. “Barbie, really?”

#Mason #Surreal

enticingbianca:

Bianca chuckled quietly. “You are not into girls?”

“I didn’t...” She paused, caught speechless for a moment. When she found her voice again, Kate felt her cheeks flush red. “I didn’t say that. You look beautiful, no doubt there, but the idea of showing my body to a stranger seems still goddamn odd to me.”

#Bianca

Surreal || Kate & Dimitri

benvolio-dimitri:

Dimitri raised an eyebrow at the new girl. “Yeah…not going to happen, sweetheart. As far as your lawyer’s concerned, everyone thinks you’re dead by now.” Harsh, but true. Dimitri had a habit of being too forward these days.

She groaned, displeased, then took another drag from her cigarette. Kate shook her head, “Unbefuckinglievable. This city is no joke, huh?”

#Dimitri #Surreal

Phantom || Katelyn & Erebus

erebus-richter:

Each of those steps were absorbed, his heavy gaze shifting from her face to roam swaying hips and slender legs. He looked back up once she was close enough, willing himself to disregard the precious fear that caused her heart to pound through his ears. He had come here for blood alone, and with stubborn persistence he sought to keep to this aim. But a little indulgence wouldn’t hurt– “Katelyn,” he repeated, trying her name upon his tongue. Pushing a hand through the bars, he swept thick blonde hair away from her eyes. “Have you learned what this place is, yet?”

His fingers felt oddly cold against her skin as he touched her. Katelyn studied him, the shadows he collected in sunken eyes and hollowed cheeks, the glare of the sunlight reflecting off of his hair. He appeared tall, his presence big enough to seduce the attentions of an entire hallway's worth of eyes. Relief struck her - he was so different from her husband, who had been of softer nature, more frayed at the edges, and above all else, infinitely more human. Thus, based on the information she had gathered so far, she concluded that this man was a vampire. “Covaire, a city run by werewolves and vampires. And this place? The Chateau, where they keep slaves. That’s about all I know. In fact, I’ve never left this castle’s grounds.”

#Erebus #Phantom

Phantom || Katelyn & Erebus

erebus-richter:

Human weakness. It struck his notice with unavoidable force; in her expression as her muscles tensed, in her averted stare, in the caged timbre of her voice. A fond acquaintance, he judged. There was a part of him that could identify with finding pleasure in those who looked like past acquaintances, but he could not comprehend sorrow in their absence. It was futile to mourn what was could not be obtained; it was pointless to waste attention on those who were not within reach.

“Look at me,” he told her. “Come closer. Tell me your name and when you were brought here.”

She didn’t respond to his requests immediately. It was only after a few seconds, that Kate willed herself to walk towards the bars, her every step made with caution. Once she stood in front of him, she finally allowed her eyes to meet his, frightened at what she felt. “I was brought here a week ago.” A pause. “My name is Katelyn.”

#Erebus #Phantom

#Katelyn #Photo

Progression | Estella & Kate

the-fault-in-estella:

She caught the other woman’s eyes, and saw the polite smile. Estella’s own lips quirking up. The woman was beautiful and a face she wasn’t sure she’d ever seen before. She seemed nice enough and so Estella took the risk to say “hi.

When she returned a charming smile and spoke up, Katelyn felt relief. Up until now, she didn’t get to converse with a lot of people, much less friendly ones. “Hey,” she responded, sheepishly. After a few seconds, she also extended her hand. “I’m Kate.”

Phantom || Katelyn & Erebus

erebus-richter:

He’d come here for blood. It was that simple; a clean and clear desire, driving deliberated steps towards the Chateau’s iron gates. He seemed to have no other wants, of late. Carnality was far from his mind, though if one were to be pedantic, it might be better to consider that his mind was cluttered by so many other matters that instinctive needs were driven to the sidelines of his existence. As he approached the cages, he vaguely judged that it was anti-productive to have so many locked behind bars when they could be put to good use re-crafting the city. But such notions dissipated, once he was close enough to hear the thud of many pulses striking through the air. They were a siren to his ears – they lured him in.

Ronan, she called him.

He considered her, coiling his ice-like grasp around the bars as he watched her rise from her makeshift bed. Blonde, feminine, fragile. All qualities of his previous slaves, his most recently favoured type. It would be better to refrain from this one, he considered.

…. But he didn’t move.

“No need to apologise,” he told her, absorbing pretty features and haunted eyes. “Who is Ronan?”

Her face twisted with sorrowful confusion. Why did this man look like Ronan? Their features looked similar, almost alike. Even his voice did - and it taunted her, as if to reaffirm her thought, the soft curves on her face hardening like marble. It caused a pang of anguish to pierce her. “He– he was an acquaintance of mine.” Her eyes were wandering, refusing to meet his, but there was an edge to her tone that mirrored the inner conflict which she was currently battling with. Katelyn refused to share her fond and precious memories with a stranger.

#Erebus

Progression | Estella & Kate

the-fault-in-estella:

Estella was lost in her own thoughts under the sun, thinking about how things seemed to be progressing for her. She finally turned to look at the person standing close to her.

Katelyn was doing the same. She was thinking about how much her life had changed after only a week in Covaire. She contemplated recent events and considered what the future might hold for her. They turned to look at the other simultaneously, and as their gazes met, she offered Estella a polite smile.