🎭 ― It was with that the Wolf pushed herself off him, needing the newfound space between to force some air into her tightening lungs. “I think it’s just the ―” she tried to get out before the first wave of pain hit. Her spine felt like it folding onto herself, and her wrists and ankles twisting backwards. The alter let’s out a staggered sob and reaches for anything that wasn’t Alton to hold onto, and fails, stumbling onto the cold grass. “It’s not real. I’m not turning. It’s not..” but it another hit and she’s shaking in her pain and fear. “This isn’t… it can’t.” But it felt real, all of it.
The cries of the wolf fed deeper into his own delusion, white hot anger flicking down his spine causing movement. Three steps forwards to watch as she crumbled to the ground. Blood trickled from his hands, the red ruining the image his perfect composure as his nails dug deep into his palms. Then the anger left. He observed as her body twisted in pain with a cold curiosity. “Are you protecting her now?” He still felt the blood filling his lungs, but filled his lungs with air to speak despite the fullness in his chest. “Because to me it looks like you’re nothing more than a whimpering bitch who can’t even fight against shadows.”
🎭 ― Her head swung toward him. It was, at first, to scold him for catching her, as she was far too proud to ever accept help from him, but he wasn’t acting himself. She gripped at the front of his suit and pushed herself off his chest. She doesn’t let go, instead gripping harder. “What do you see?” They were hallucinating, that much was obvious. But what fears were plaguing his mind, if hers had been so simple as a rising moon?
He let her claw at his chest, as long as she kept her teeth to herself he couldn’t care less what she did. A snear took over his face, ignoring the way her face was twisting, ignoring the blood beginning to pour from her eyes as he failed to change her. “Not the same thing as you I imagine.”
🎭 ― For what must have been the first time in Alton’s presence, she felt genuinely disorientated. The switch was sudden, jarring, and the protector twisted her eyes shut ― hopeful for some relief. “Quiet,” she scolded the man sharply, which caused her to stumble and fall against his chest. Why when she peered up at the sky… was there a full moon staring back at her? Then why, if it had been real, was she not changing?
He caught her form, despite the contempt he felt for the werewolf in front of him the body was still his wife’s. The moment he laid his hands on her, she screamed in pain, but no she had silenced him she wasn’t screaming. The blood bubbling in his lungs filling his throat until he reached his tongue, the moment it did recognized the familiar the taste. Maria. “It isn’t real.” His voice cold and calm despite his mind’s conviction that he was choking on hot blood.
The chaos of the carnival continued to grow, no stranger to hallucinations he was able to stay calm amidst it all. Slowly and with purpose he walked the perimeter, he noticed another calm silhouette tilting his head he accessed the boy. “I’m assuming you’re also trying to leave?”
The switch was so subtle that almost anyone else in the world would miss it. The warmth of his wife replaced with a cold impostor. The air felt heavy this time, lead cold blood filling his lungs as he watched the wolf. “What the fuck are you doing?”
🎭 ― She frowned, but it was quick, and proceeded by a warm gaze toward her husband and his poor trip. The spin served to squeeze another delighted sound from the witch, and she let herself slip gracefully down with her fingers combing out of his hair. “I want to be with you,” she spoke with so much confidence, the only thing tipping off her playful insolence being the glint in her eye. Then her face broke into a grin and she added, “We can start on the Ferris’ wheel.”
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Ten years, ten years of knowing how warm her love felt, of knowing exactly how his stomach and heart would twist and flip each time loving hands came into contact with his skin. A decade of being spoiled by her and still was taken back by the deep well of love that he had made for her in his busied mind. “And you have me, love, always.” Pressing their foreheads together he took a moment to lace his fingers in hers, only pulling away when she made her decision. “You’re a romantic at heart truly.” His tease was soft, nudging her forward to lead the way if only physically.
🎭 ― It was like he had never been gone. This made every second before worth it, and she knew she could feel like this whenever she wanted to. He’d be there, her beautiful and wonderful husband. All of this prep, the final touches to their life and love of New Orleans, and now he was all hers again. Maria’s skin prickled pleasurably at his praise. “I missed you,” she admitted in a whisper of her own, piggybacking on his admission. His flattery? It was making her dizzy from being so happy. “But I kept you close. Always.” In her thoughts and, of course, with their ritual-like correspondence. He was with her the whole time. Her arms relaxed around his neck, to indicate she was ready to stand on two feet again. “How was your flight?”
“Achingly dull, I slept through it.” In truth it like always caused a deep anxiety he couldn’t explain, maybe he was too old to trust that they wouldn’t fall out of the sky. Or maybe if he was close enough to the stars he would finally be struck down by whatever power was pulling all the strings. He makes sure to spin her around once before letting her feet touch the ground, brushing his lips against her’s in another sweet kiss. “Where to first Kitten? Tonight’s about everything you want to do.”
🎭 ― It was an indescribable feeling. Maria catches sight of him and everything changes. She feels lighter, like she could lift up off the ground at a moment’s notice. This isn’t too far off from reality, as she lept into her husband’s arms and planted a kiss upon his velvety lips. “I’m here, amado,” she cooed, fingers combing through dark locks. The entire morning felt like it had lasted days, waiting for the precise moment her beloved would return to her.
Her voice warm and rich leaked all the lasting anxiety of their separation out of his skin, her coos only to be outshone by her soft fingers. With no intention to set her down he took a long moment to just enjoy the glowing woman in front of him. Not only were they reunited after almost an entire month apart, though it would never have reached a month would never leave the wolf alone like that, they were also reunited in the town that should be the start of their true forever. “Of course you’re here.” His own voice low and steady, praising without changing his tone or raising his voice enough for anyone else to hear, his affection for her alone. “You look so beautiful it makes me miss you all over again.”
It had been too long, his bones ached for her in the last few days, this had been the longest they had been apart in years. He had barely arrived in town before he had scheduled to meet her, even with stopping for flowers he would be exactly on time like always. His breath caught, there she was. The same way he had 12 years ago he caught her eyes across a large crowd and everyone else melted away. “Kitten.” His voice was warm and his smile only grew larger as she made her way into his arms. With her legs securely around his waist he spun he around. “Without you I’ve been missing my heart.”
likes: power, his wife, red wine, magic items, art, music
habits: Trailing fingers, throwing money at problems, absently playing piano on any surface
FAMILY ▸
father: Richard “Dick” Osborn (vampire-deceased)
mother: Emily Lymen (traveler-deceased)
spouse: Maria Osborn
BIO ▸
The year was 1929 and Emily Lymen a 21 year old thought she was happily married to her husband. He was loving and doted on her, but he was obsessed with magic. Dick Osborn was part of an old crime family in New York City, and as he got older he became obsessed with the idea of living forever. As his obsession grew Emily, who was hiding who she is, grew more and more uneasy. She knew she should leave, but there was a snag, she was pregnant and Dick was waiting on her hand and foot. So she stayed. That was until her son was born, she was sure that Dick would find out about her life, and so, she left, left the passenger she was in and faked her death.
Dick’s obsession only grew after her “death”. He used his connections to find magic items, and it became his new business. All of the love he had felt for Emily transformed into disdain towards their son. Alton grew up knowing he was a reminder of his dead mother, he went out of his way to try and make up for it. Make up for having her eyes, for not being the perfect son Dick wanted. Alton was 14 when his whole life changed for the worse, see he had inherited his fathers obsession with magic and living forever, and when he was 14 his father finally got what he wanted. Dick as a vampire was worse than any of the abuse Alton had received before. His father held it above his head for 10 years, finally turning him when he was 24.
For another 15 years Alton stayed under his father’s thumb, working for the business buying, collecting and finding all the magical items he could. Another constant failing in the eyes of his father was his habit of bringing men and women alike into his bed, but the worse sin was to fall in love with one of those men. Paul had been so kind, his life the polar opposite of Alton, but he loved him anyway. Alton trusted Paul with his secrets, and that trust was betrayed ten fold. In the end he was left watching Paul and Dick try to kill each other, and he finally stepped in.
Killing his father broke something inside of him, the only reason he was even able to get the upper hand is because Dick was sure the years of abuse and conditioning would keep Alton under his thumb. Alton left Paul there bleeding in the dirt, any affection he had towards him twisted into a deep hatred. And then he left New York. The Osborn business didn’t need him to stay put, and he needed to see the world he had so long obsessed with staying in forever. Only a year after leaving home and being the hand that killed his father, he was approached by a woman, it was his mother. Through a series of conversations and a wave of cold anger ended with Alton having the knowledge that he had killed both of his parents.
For years he went from place to place, country to country. Collecting whatever bits of magic he could. It was only natural he would find himself in the French Quarter. There is where he found his salvation. Maria. Meeting the woman who would become his wife as she sang in a dimly lit room. When he realized she was a werewolf, he began the research to how to properly turn her, all while keeping her true nature a secret from her.
Finally he had a whisper of Hope Mikaelson, and sent Maria ahead to Mystic Falls. He is hopeful that she is their answer.
TLDR: Alton Osborn is a vampire who killed both of his parents, he deals and sells magical items and is happily married to Maria Osborn.
