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Rimona Kyun ⦁ 24 96 House of Sanshin ⦁ Owner Vampire ⦁ Venus

[rimonakyun]

starter for: @sabinabrutus​ location: house of sanshin, late afternoon

“What are you doing here?” The words were harsh and cold, but a crooked grin flittered onto the lips of the vampire all the same. When it came to the relationship she held with thralls, it was usually a safe distance and did her best not to form any major attachments. They were allowed to support her small boutique, though only when her part-time employees were around, and on the occasion— in broad daylight where others could observe the dynamics that usually aired towards the side of friendship. With Sabina, however, it had its moments of fluttering on the side of flirtation and the blood she carried within her veins was practically irresistible. Even to a vampire coming on nearly a century old, the sensation of just knowing what rested underneath the halfblood’s skin was enough to make her salivate no matter how recent the last feeding. “You can always come in on my days off, you know,” her onyx hues peered around the room quickly to find that it was just the two of them amongst a sea of designer clothing and spring décor, “or are you looking for a little trouble?”

[rimonakyun]

starter for: @jianyuxsong​ location: just a bite, late evening

There weren’t really a lot of locations that Rimona felt safe at following the bloodbath that was the wedding. Even Ayla’s bar made her wonder what was lurking in the shadows and often wouldn’t go in if the fellow Venus vampire wasn’t inside. But she would make an exception for Jian and the possibility of finding a thrall, even if for just an hour or two. “Have you heard anything?” ‘About the killer’ almost slips from her tongue as she realizes their conversation could easily be overheard. Though what did it really matter much anymore? It had seemed the domino effect was set into place and only added to the divide and destruction. Her hand swirled at her drink as she spoke, onyx irises looking casually about though her inside thoughts would reveal the opposite, “Something in my gut tells me this is unfortunately just the start.” The message was clear, powerful creatures were done sitting on the sidelines and were ready to watch the world burn around them.

[rimonakyun]

starter for: @healerswanford​ location: utp, somewhere cozy!

The intricate workings of being a marshal wasn’t a foreign concept to Rimona, though it wasn’t exactly a life that she would have wished upon herself and was really a title meant for those who truly wished to carry it. That had always seemed to be the case for Isabella, a creature that could even rival Aphrodite herself and often took on a love-first kind of approach— at least to the fellow Venus vampire it had. Maybe they all carried bits of that with them in their own ways, yet there was still no envy for the place that Isabella would be in following the wedding. Tension hung around all that were labeled as bloodsuckers as the whole idea of immortality was a being weighed. Whether Rimona wanted to admit to it or not, she had grown accustomed to this life of luxury and distance away from those who had wanted nothing more than to use her as a weapon. Protection within not only this strong body, but surrounded by those who shared her strengths, had been a guaranteed way to stay alive and that reality was crumbling in on her. She felt the need to cocoon that was met with equal parts ‘stand your ground’ and shock. “Doesn’t it all just feel like some nightmare,” a sigh left her lips following the softness of her words, “that we all just- poof! Wake up from and the carnage would be cleared.” In her eyes held traces of heartache, she felt that Rimona knew her fellow vampire must have shared.

[rimonakyun]

starter for: @sumeyyezorlu​ location: sumeyye or ri’s abode 

“A gift,” the fellow vampire stated as she slid a velvet black box across the table. Things had mostly calmed down since the wedding and while half of her was drowning herself in work, the other half was checking in with her favorites following the loss of Elmira. It was a deep wound, one that Rimona understood would be difficult for all that the Venus bloodline touched to get over. So it seemed only fitting to dote on the ones closest to her inner circle, lightly taking a seat across from Sumeyye before her charcoal hues and delicate grin met the others, “Those are custom and none of that cheap stuff either, you know— to go with the other half of your wardrobe.” To most of the vampire’s, the loss of fangs meant the loss of the most natural way of feeding and sent a shiver down Rimona’s spine, “How are you feeling?”

[vilicity]

I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly.

A Self-Portrait in Letters, Anne Sexton (via vilicity)

[nehmesis]

“deathly pale, her lower lip ashen and trembling, her large, black eyes glittering like fire (...)”

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from Crime and Punishment

[rimonakyun]

starter for: @aylacassia​ location: rimona’s loft, living room

There had been a lot, more than a lot, that had accrued while Rimona was off doing her own thing and trying to play at a normal life. They all knew better than that and the  occurrences that rippled through the vampire community wasn’t something she could easily ignore. The Palace of Pluto could have been Juno or Venus and she understood the role that her closest friends had to play in order for lives to be spared. For the first time, doors had been open to all who wanted to attend one of the most lavish Halloween parties of the year and a social highlight to most vampires. So, at the end of the day, Rimona wasn’t entirely surprised by the total fallout of the evening but that hardly meant she was immune to the travesty. “I’m just so glad you’re okay,” her voice is mushy and affectionate, having hardly left go of Ayla’s arm or hand since the two had been reunited in her studio loft, “With everything that's happening, you could have ended up just like that Juno marshal.” A fact that her adoptive sire hadn’t let her forget. Rimona understood it was valid, given they shared the same bloodline and that same ripple effect was made.

Worry hangs all over the fellow vampire’s features and its out of that same worry that she feels the need to say any of this at all. These encounters are beginning to invade the protective bubble and shield that she thought she created for herself, but even immortality isn't forever. The whole concept drives her to pull at her drink, a custom blend that Ayla had brought over, and take a long sip before speaking again, “Maybe the fae don’t hate us as much as their Queen wants us to believe,” Rimona almost feeling a nod of respect towards the creatures that most vampire’s regarded simply as a source of nourishment. In truth, she hadn’t quite understood the history there until she grew more into her vampirism. Fairies and vampires were pushed into the same category in the myths she was raised on, often hiding in the dense forest regions just like most legends, “Venus and Titania, they were friends once weren’t they?”

[redvelvetcult]

bloom jacket making

[rimonakyun]

starter for: @sumeyyezorlu​ location: house of sanshin, slow hours

“I heard a rumor,” it’s the middle of the day at House of Sanshin and the storefront is rather dull, but as the holiday season winds down— so does the business. But there is no such thing as idle time and with the new season quickly approaching, Rimona was already planning what the next display items would be. Her delicate fingers fidget through some new finds that she had picked up on her travels before charcoal irises slid to Sumeyye’s direction, “that you may or may not have hooked up with a woof woof.” A snicker is working itself out of her mouth before she can even stop it, waving a hand to gesture it's all too much, “So, is it true?” Eyebrows flickering upward in genuine curiosity, wanting to hear it directly from the source.

[rimonakyun]

starter for: @wae-teeth​ location: oot an’ aboot

“So, when are you going to stop— how do the westerns put it, beating around the bush?” her head is delicately cocked to the side as her obsidian irises bore into the vampire that stood before her. The two had been in and out of each other’s for longer than she could truly remember now, the sub rosa approach to their relationship having long fallen out of taste for the replacement of loyalty. But she had missed a lot with travels, the store, and playing at countess on a regular basis. A lot more than the fellow vampire had originally realized until making her little check-ins showed the many cracks forming in the foundation of their life in Rome. Well, maybe not as much her own foundation as much as his own and she wondered how safe any of them really were here. Ayla had been attacked, after all, and Rimona would be a liar if she said it hadn’t affected her deeply and not just because their bloodline was so interconnected. “Come on, you know I’ve always got your back,” her hand gently slaps his arm before tossing in a playful grin, just as a little cherry on top.

[rimonakyun]

starter for: @jianyuxsong​ location: su casa

“Please don’t tell me that’s the shirt you plan on wearing tonight,” her eyebrows come together in a way that shows her dissatisfaction as her charcoal hues dance over the rest of his outfit with no real feelings. It had been a while since she had really— well, gone out in any kind of large social way that didn’t have some kind of attachment to Marah. For once, Rimona didn’t have to play at host, not that she really minded it all that much given the connections it allowed her, but it still allowed room for exhaustion. “I said casual, but I mean like, still dressy casual. This isn’t the local Jollibee,” and part of her is wishing she had brought an extra change of clothes like she would sometimes do for others in a pinch while the other was biting back the desire to smirk childishly at Jian, “So, are you going to change or what? The reservation is in half an hour.”

[mostlyfate]

PARK SOO YOUNG as SEONG MI DO — THE ONE AND ONLY (2021)

[poltcrgeist-deactivated20210112]

“But I know better. You’re dead, and I’m the worst kind of alive.”

— Adam Silvera, History Is All You Left Me (via incandescentghost)