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@minaharkerdailymirror
Independent Selective Dracula's Mina Harker (FC: Tatiana Maslany)
Mun is 35
RPing for 10+ years
Mostly IWTV show centered but writes for the books as well, also has bios for OUAT and Marvel. Occasionally also dabbles in GOT
DNI if under 21
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Bio
Mina smiled at the kiss to the back of her hand but then stopped as he told her she hadn’t said it and started talking about his own feelings. Sometimes simpler was better, “I’m sorry love, I got a bit wordy and forgot myself.”
She rested her forehead on his, “You are my most favorite person. When you have doubts, remember I stopped hunting because I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving you. You’re the one I want to see the world with. And have kitten children with. I want to go to school with you and hear about what you’ve learned. You’re the only one I’ve brought here that wasnt a wolf because I love you so much I want to share everything with you. But if you ever need to be reminded, I will happily remind you. You are my favorite person. You’re my other half, my completion. If anything took you from me….”
She trembled at the idea, “I couldn’t bear it if you were ripped away. And I would do anything for you to feel safe and loved.”
Armand was moved by Mina's answer, but his ears were still pricked enough -- he wanted to hear those exact words.
It wasn't Mina, of course. He'd only been with her a short while. It was all the broken promises of the past. The pretty lies, the carefully tailored omissions, the dangled hope, the abandonment, the deferment. But then he saw that he'd upset her. He rarely had the foresight to avoid it, and it churned his guts.
"I'm sorry, Mina. I should never doubt you. I need to learn. You've been so merciful in your love, so gentle."
“Why are you apologizing?” She asked gently, “you’ve been hurt and abandoned by those who were supposed to love and protect you all your life. Why SHOULD you trust me because I pinky promised things will be different? It’s what they did, I imagine. The only thing I can do is try to prove I’m different every day.”
She went to stroke his face, circling back to the original request, “You are my favorite person. And you belong to me.”
Mina swing their hands with him, “I don’t think it’s a foolish question at all. I think it’s fair. I get self conscious too, you know. I get in my head and have doubts and that’s just because I’m me. It’s nothing you’ve done.”
She looked at him, “they stood by me through a lot. But you’ll stand by me through far more. It’s you I chose and you have my heart and my soul and I’m the keeper of yours. Loving them too doesn’t diminish how much I love you.”
Armand let out breath, mostly sated by Mina's answer. Mostly, mostly, He brought their hands up to his lips so he could kiss the back of Mina's hand. "You are my favorite person. I'll tell you that any time. Gladly."
They called for a bit before he added, still anxious and unable to help himself, "And just for the record, I'm your favorite person, yes? Because you didn't say it -- it's the only thing I asked and you said everything except that -- and now I wonder, 'is she holding back those words? Is there someone else?' And I know it sounds like madness -- I'm hearing the words leave my mouth -- but god-dammit, I am mad."
He turned and faced her. "And desperate. Mina, I am desperately in love with you. I keep expecting time to diminish my desperation. To put the breath back in my chest and calm my heart. But I remain, as ever, breathless in your presence, heart still pounding. And I suffer from the distance when we part-. That wasn't meant to rhyme."
Mina smiled at the kiss to the back of her hand but then stopped as he told her she hadn’t said it and started talking about his own feelings. Sometimes simpler was better, “I’m sorry love, I got a bit wordy and forgot myself.”
She rested her forehead on his, “You are my most favorite person. When you have doubts, remember I stopped hunting because I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving you. You’re the one I want to see the world with. And have kitten children with. I want to go to school with you and hear about what you’ve learned. You’re the only one I’ve brought here that wasnt a wolf because I love you so much I want to share everything with you. But if you ever need to be reminded, I will happily remind you. You are my favorite person. You’re my other half, my completion. If anything took you from me….”
She trembled at the idea, “I couldn’t bear it if you were ripped away. And I would do anything for you to feel safe and loved.”
Tuesday night is me yanking a plane back and forth in 007 First Light while watching Breaking Bad for the first time all "Oh Danny Trejo is gonna be the next big bad, right?"
hi hi, here's Eladead & Co'ed MINA
& and a still
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The war was over, the world was healing. Mina had been a nurse through the great war while she hunted and she'd been a nurse through the second one as well. Things like this brought out the monsters in droves, and there was never ending work. NOw that it was over, she as looking forward to returning back to her main job.
The person yelling for help caught her attention and she rushed as fasat as her heels could carry her to help the person's friend that they were saying was sick. They'd have to get him to a hospital as soon as possible, it was possibly an ulcer....
She can't really see well in the alley, she whispers assurances, "It's alright."
He looks young, but plenty look young, he may have been a soldier, he may be revisiting his time in the field...
She strokes his hair back, "Can you hear me? I'm going to hail a cab, we'll have to get you to a hospital..."
But then he brings up vampires and makers, and Mina jumps back with a near hiss in shock that she'd been comforting a vampire.
But Vampires didn't vomit blood....well they did but Mina only saw it when one ingested dead man's blood. Thanks to her.
Mina was nearly about to ask why they wouldn't understand, thinking perhaps he'd been using things he best not when she realized what he was.
Her back pressed against the alley wall and she spotted the person watching from a distance, "You go ahead and go, I'll be alright. I'll help him."
Best get him away from being a witness or dinner
She turned at the vampire that clearly wasn't doing well, "Overindulgence or dead man's blood? Neither one a good combination for your lot."
Entertaining to her though.
🌸 | from any of the muses
Mina looked in surprise at Armand as he put the flower in her hair and she gave a rare genuine smile, "What's this for?"
@sanguinosi
Mina felt herself tense, “you don’t speak foolishness. But yes, I’d like for you to be honest and open with me.”
She squeezed his hand, solely focused on him. Kids weren’t going anywhere. They could wait
Armand swung their joined hands, a bit sullen and a bit reluctant. It was deeply stupid, and hard to say. But it would be harder if it turned out to not be dumb at all.
"I know you've known them for a while and I haven't been around that long so I worry that you have a preference. Only because it's been a long time since I was anyone's favorite person. I don't mean to be insecure. Everyone has a favorite..."
He gave her the saddest face, the most pathetic eyes.
"I'm yours, though. Aren't I?"
Mina swing their hands with him, “I don’t think it’s a foolish question at all. I think it’s fair. I get self conscious too, you know. I get in my head and have doubts and that’s just because I’m me. It’s nothing you’ve done.”
She looked at him, “they stood by me through a lot. But you’ll stand by me through far more. It’s you I chose and you have my heart and my soul and I’m the keeper of yours. Loving them too doesn’t diminish how much I love you.”
Minas eyes grew, “Ohhhhhhh! Well that makes much more sense.”
And now she blushed because she hadn’t even consider children’s trains, “I’m sure there may be some around here somewhere.”
Toys came and went all the time in a place like this
Mina thought about the question and shrugged, “I mean….yeah? I don’t get to see them as much as I’d like. But when I do get to watch them grow up, I want what’s best for them and I feel protective.”
Armand took a deep breath through his nose. Biiiiiig sigh. He looked a bit anxious. Unhappy.
"I should tell you everything, yes? That is to say... I should not be afraid to speak foolishness? That it would be alright?"
He spoke in a bored, defeated tone.
Mina felt herself tense, “you don’t speak foolishness. But yes, I’d like for you to be honest and open with me.”
She squeezed his hand, solely focused on him. Kids weren’t going anywhere. They could wait
“Okay,” Mina agreed without any sort of fuss, “you don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to, Armand. It’s okay.”
He’d been through so much in such a short amount of time. Mina didn’t know he he was alive through it and she certainly didn’t want him to feel pressured to tell anyone he didn’t know.
She rubbed his back, “Well will you mind terribly if I peek in on them? I just like seeing they’re safe:”
She was particularly protective of kids.
“No Armand, there are no trains that go out here, this place has to stay off the grid:”
So no telling the big mouthed reporter fledgling about it should they ever reunite. That man would rush to his laptop probably.
Armand looked frustrated and amused at her suggestion, as if she was being deliberately silly. "Mina! Not big trains, small trains. To go around on the floor."
Toy trains, for the children to play with. But he said it weird.
"I don't mind if you look in on them... Do you love them?"
Minas eyes grew, “Ohhhhhhh! Well that makes much more sense.”
And now she blushed because she hadn’t even consider children’s trains, “I’m sure there may be some around here somewhere.”
Toys came and went all the time in a place like this
Mina thought about the question and shrugged, “I mean….yeah? I don’t get to see them as much as I’d like. But when I do get to watch them grow up, I want what’s best for them and I feel protective.”
Send a '🌸' for my muse's reaction to yours putting a flower in their hair.
📱 | for Armand???
[text] can i trust you?
{text} I read the book, I think maybe we should talk about it
[text] I want what's best for you but I don't want to be manipulated. I want to be chosen as a friend or whatever else for me, not because someone doesn't want to be alone
[text] There's things I've done that would make you kill me
[text] I found a nice juicy criminal for you. sending a pin to his address if you're hungry
@sanguinosi
Send a 📱for 5 unsent text messages, and 1 sent message from my muse!
Send 😶 + a really uncomfortable question and my muse has to answer it
"You did it," she agreed, "And they like you. If they didn't, you'd know."
They trusted he wouldn't hurt the kids at least.
"You can still talk about those things," she told him, "If you want to. There's really no hard rules for discussing these things, I don't think. Everyone is just winging it as they go. They are curious about you, they just know that they shouldn't overwhelm you....so maybe at breakfast, with some of them, just lay your boundaries down about what you'll talk about and what you won't. They're good people, they'll respect it."
But as he told her it'd hurt him, she squeezed his hand, "We could talk about it too, if you want."
She didn't want him to think he couldn't or he shouldn't just because of What Dracula'd done to her.
"Would you like to see the kids?" she asked, "they're sleeping but I always like to look in on them at least one time a night I"m here."
When Mina talked about boundaries, Armand made a face and shook his head. Just a knee-jerk reaction. "Not with strangers. That's far. I don't... Sebastian. I made him for talking to people. Evil men. But I don't have anyone like that for this sort of talk. I find myself wanting to put him on, but that would be too strange."
The idea of seeing the kids while they were sleeping didn't appeal to him. "I don't like it when everyone's sleeping. There's nothing to do."
Very strange. When Mina was sleeping, Armand would run around doing so many things. There were always chores to do, and also Phone In Bed beside her. Sometimes he'd just watch her sleep like a big weirdo, listening to her heart beating. But for some reason, that didn't extend beyond her. At least not here.
"Do they have trains? They should have trains." On that point, he was very confident.
“Okay,” Mina agreed without any sort of fuss, “you don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to, Armand. It’s okay.”
He’d been through so much in such a short amount of time. Mina didn’t know he he was alive through it and she certainly didn’t want him to feel pressured to tell anyone he didn’t know.
She rubbed his back, “Well will you mind terribly if I peek in on them? I just like seeing they’re safe:”
She was particularly protective of kids.
“No Armand, there are no trains that go out here, this place has to stay off the grid:”
So no telling the big mouthed reporter fledgling about it should they ever reunite. That man would rush to his laptop probably.
"I"ll stay"
@minaharkerdailymirror
He had not expected this from Mina. That was not why he had told her, confessed the truth of all that had happened on that night so many years ago. He did not like to manipulate others emotionally when he could avoid it. He wanted her to stay because she wished to, not because she felt compelled to do so. And yet, once the admission had been made, he had been unable to stop himself reaching out to her. He took hold of her hand and gently stroked it, the motion repetitive and soothing. He was trying to soothe himself. He couldn't look at her as he did so, fearing that the blood tears would well up and spill down his cheeks and she would be reminded of exactly the monster that he was. She should have killed him all that time ago and yet she hadn't been able to. For all they had been to each other before, it was impossible for either of them to contemplate truly striking the other down. He was a monster but he was still some semblance of Lestat, the boy she had played with in the orchard. He had suffered, and so had she, and yet they had found their way back to each other.
"Don't stay because you pity me. I don't want your pity. I don't want anyone's pity." His voice sounded raw with the passion and pain mixing in together with one and other to the point that they couldn't be separated. He wanted her to stay out of a form of love, not pity.
It had been hard, this journey of them finally finding their way back to each other. They’d been so changed when they saw each other again, but there was still so much that had been the same.
He’d known what she’d been through, she’d told him straight off. Because sometimes his touch or his weight on her had felt like Dracula and she froze or started crying…and Lestat comforted her.
but what he had been through was far worse, dear God.
When Lestat reached out and took her hand, Mina fought tears for him and watched been through. She rested one of her hands on his cheek when he began stroking her hand.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she told him quietly, “I’m staying because I want to. Who on earth has ever made me do what I never wished to do?”
Plenty. But that wasn’t the point.
“I’m staying,” she told him and that solved it, “because I love you. I always have. And this is merely a mountain for us both to climb.”
She did have a point there and he couldn't disagree with her. Mina didn't do what other people wanted her to and she had always been that way for the entire time they had known each other. He leaned into her touch, her hand against his cheek. He felt her warmth and steadiness and it comforted him greatly. He hadn't intended to tell her. The words were supposed to have been locked away deep in his chest, resting like dead weight against his heart and it would have stayed that way if it hadn't been for the visitations.
That was one way of putting it.
Lestat knew what it was like to be haunted by memories of his past.
He was now being haunted by the very ghosts themselves.
His younger self, curled up and crying against the wall with blood trickling out of his nose and bruises blooming on his face.
Gabrielle coughing and spitting out blood, frail and yet still defiant.
Gabrielle leaving.
Nicolas, hair wild and eyes manic, smiling viciously with bloodied teeth.
The flames arcing higher and higher while the demon within pounded his malice with his feet against the floor and the laughter mingled with Lestat's own anguished cries.
He had felt so alone and he couldn't be alone anymore. He needed Mina.
"I need it to stop." The words were a low moan as he finally looked up at her, his expression one of tragedy as his eyes beseeched her for release. "How do I do it?"
It broke her heart to see him suffering like this, to know that he carried this in his heart as long as he did before he told her. She didn't ask why he didn't tell her sooner, he told her and that was all that mattered. Just because she laid all her pain out didn't mean he had to.
"I don't know how to make it stop," she whispered. Well, she knew one way but she could never do that, not to him. He was the last good thing she had in this world.
Mina Went to prop herself up on the pillows and she becked for him to come lay on her, "Come here."
He would lay on her, and rest his head on her chest and she would stroke his hair. That's the only way she knew that could sooth him hopefully
It had been foolish to ask the question that he already knew the answer to. She couldn't stop it and he couldn't really stop it either. He was destined to be haunted. It was the type of person he was. Lestat was deeply emotional and he felt every pain as though it were the harshest of blows. He carried that pain with him every step that he took and they were always with him, the ghosts of his heart. He wasn't on his own anymore though. No, Mina was with him, and she gave him what no one else had ever really been able to give him, although he had experienced the briefest taste of it with Nicolas; a strong, enduring friendship. He loved her because of their friendship, because she knew his soul and she would not leave him. It was a deep bond and it was one that he knew would live in the world for as long as he himself existed and despite all the sorrow and pain, Lestat didn't intend to bow out anytime soon.
The show would go on.
When she had situated herself and told him to come to her, Lestat did exactly that. He curled up beside her, his head resting on her chest, and he matched his breaths to the reassuring, steady thump of her heart.
"It won't ever go away, will it?" He asked quietly after a few moments, his hand drawn up and curled against his own chest, not even attempting to hide the bleak desolation in his tone.
It had devastated her to see him like this...and then to know that he had gone through what he did. To be violated in a way that not even Dracula had done to her...what sort of madwoman would she have to be to leave him after confessing that to her?
so she brought him against her. She stroked his hair, she took his weight
"I don't know," she whispered, "Probably not. But maybe there's a possibility that this stranglehold it has over you...and mine has over me will loosen and we'll be able to breathe again."
Maybe one day.
She lay in the darkness, "The vile things he did to you....you should know it's not your fault."
He'd been powerless...but men did not speak on these things. They didn't like it when women spoke of it, she didn't imagine they talked to each other about it.
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