𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄. . . 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔. . .  

[signoraofthevalley]

*     𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎   ,   𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃   𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 .  [ . . . ]   our existence is nothing more than that of a brief crack of light between two eternities of 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 .

𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 . . . 𝖨 * 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 . . .

𝐈𝐍𝐃. 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕. 𝐒𝐄𝐋. donna beneviento of the resident evil verse. forever bound to a life that’s not her own. written by pandy.

[signoraofthevalley]

She lingered, delicate feet rocking back and forth as fingertips were captured in the midst of a desperate dance, her gaze unusually determined but in the very same moment uncertain, attempting to burn down the door that held the beloved @vampcina behind it to solve her current issue.

To say such an observation that the time of night is late was simply useless, the darkened hallways of Dimitrescu Castle a telling tale that Beneviento was lingering in the hours that belonged rightfully to the witches and ghouls.

Finally, after a period of time that the dollmaker had spent standing in the midst of the hallway, her tiny fist extended to rasp carefully, almost silently against the door. If it was anyone else, it wouldn’t have been heard but for someone such as Lady Dimitrescu it would have sounded just as loud as a simple knock.

[vampcina]

The tall woman resides in her chamber, a few candles lit to illuminate the room. She sat on the bed, back against the board and a book within a large hand. Small glasses were perched upon her nose as she read, golden hues running along each word that laid upon the pages before a knock interrupted her quiet night. She frowns, looking in the direction of the door. Who the hell could be at her door at this hour?

The vampire rises, setting the open book upon her nightstand. She wears a white nightgown, silk and loose around her tall frame. The woman begins to make her way to the main door and it is surprise when she sees Donna on the other side of it.

“Donna!” She takes a second, blinking before stepping back and letting the small woman inside. “Are you okay? It is late. . .” Not that she minded but Donna never visited this late.

[signoraofthevalley]

In spite of her delicate features being unseen, hidden behind the protection of her veil, the woman had simply offered the softest of simpers, fingers fleeting in their notions as they danced across worn palms that had been caused by seemingly endless years of persistent, heavy work. “I. . . I offer my apologies for the inconvenience my visits might have brought. . . I simply wished. . .” Her words tumbled to a breathless stop, her delicate lower lip captured by pristine teeth as the Puppeteer attempted ferociously to fight back those voices that rose, challenging the feelings that lingered in the depths of heart. “I simply wished that I could see you, Lady Dimitrescu. . .” It was late, yes, but the need, the desperation had overruled thought and lead the women here, lingering at the steps of Castle Dimitrescu just as they once done when they first met all those decades ago, when their respective families came together to introduce the newest heirs. One could say it had been love at first sight, each of the women left silently captivated by the opposite. The once shy but ever so politely confident Donna Beneviento had been immediately entrapped, utterly enthralled by the beauty and grace that ever so effortlessly tumbled from the bold and daring Alcina Dimitrescu. “I. . . I can return, if you desire.” It fell ever so quietly, barely tumbling from her lips as her stomach was suddenly overwhelmed with seemingly endless nerves, her boot-covered feet tapping together lightly.

[vampcina]

The smaller woman hovers by the door, doesn’t come in even though Alcina had granted her silent permission. The vampire is quick to dismiss the apology, obviously finding no inconvenience in the woman’s visit however late it may be. Though she sort of froze at the words that followed.

Oh be still her heart. Such simple words would have the towering creature that reigned terror upon anyone that laid eyes upon her a complete mess.

𝗜 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗗𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗰𝘂.

The tall woman is quick to extend her hand and grab Donna’s as if to prevent her from physically taking any steps to leave. “Don’t you dare” she says with a soft smile and pulls the small woman inside, closing the door behind them. “Come” she says quietly, leading them to her chambers.

[signoraofthevalley]

She was left thoroughly surprised by Lady Dimitrescu’s hand upon her delicate wrist, gripping as if to prevent her from physically leaving the grounds of Castle Dimitrescu and caused her gaze to ascend, settling tentatively on the towering lord’s utterly breathtaking features. “Oh. . .” It tumbled forth in that of a startled gasp, the words causing the beat of her heart to rise, thundering swiftly as the Puppeteer found herself being swept inside. If one was fortunate enough to peak beneath the woman’s veil, they’d likely find Donna’s blushing cheeks as Alcina’s very actions left the woman feeling breathless.

[vampcina]

Golden hues cast sideways to look down at the doll maker at such a startled sound. Was it truly so unexpected? Alcina found all sorts of excuses often to touch Donna. She looks away once again, focusing on the path within the dark castle. There were few candles lit here and there but other than that, it was all darkness. They arrive at the vampire’s chambers and only then she releases the smaller woman’s wrist. Not before she lets her thumb stroke her inner wrist. The bed was almost impeccably made aside from where she had been beneath the covers, reading.

It was so silly, the way her slow beating heart starts to race so erratically.

“Make yourself confortable, dragă.”

[signoraofthevalley]

It was, in fact, ever so expected, the touch that was often received from by Lady Dimitrescu occurring more often than not and yet, in spite of the frequency, the Lord of the Valley’s lack of physical affection with everyone else that existed around her still left her completely and utterly at shock whenever touches were received. 

Perhaps, the sight of the women appeared somewhat ridiculous as Donna, tiny in her stature remained closer than one would deem usual as they travelled the darkened paths of the Castle. Her eyesight, whilst perfect, was limited not only by the loss of her left eye but the darkened fabric of her funeral garb that left what was left of her eyesight heavily obscured. And not to mention, Lady Dimitrescu’s presence left Donna feeling unusually at ease, without the usual stress that so often plagued her, weighed her down and returned her to a time where their village lived without Mother Miranda.

She hadn’t been within Alcina’s bedroom for centuries, from the time that had existed before Mother Miranda and it had, for the majority, remained the same with, of course, an exception for her furniture that had been reciprocated and made bigger. “Grazie, amore mio.” 

[vampcina]

Now that they were within their bedroom and Alcina had nothing else to keep her busy, she lets the knowledge crash into her. This is the first time in centuries that Donna has been into her chambers and the knowledge makes her — well nervous. Yes, Lady Alcina of castle Dimitrescu is nervous. Here she is with the woman who haunts her every thought and has done so ever since first meeting all those years ago.

The perfect Italian which falls from those sweet lips could’ve nade her heart burst through her chest. Oh how very alive did Donna make her feel with only her presences and a few spoken words. Damn mother Miranda. Damn her for taking this away from her.

Alcina smiles and nods gently, drifting back to the bed and to her previous spot.

[signoraofthevalley]

Donna had, for the merest of seconds, contemplated perching herself on the foot of the bed in means of being near pale-skinned beauty but far enough away to be deemed as respectful but the height was proving to be a source of worry. It was a climb that she’d be able to accomplish but the thought of Alcina seeing her struggle, even for a short moment, left the Lord of the Valley perturbed.

And well. . . There was also the other fact that it was Alcina’s personal bed.

She had chosen to remain lingering by the entrance, fingers toying together as her gaze travelled around the room strictly in search for that of a suitable seat and discovered one that is possibly used by her daughters considering the somewhat normal size of the elegantly-carved chair. Steps were soft, cautious of her surroundings not out of fear but worry. Alcina’s belongings were not only costly but a rarity, acquired through the passing time periods they had lived in.

[vampcina]

Golden hues settle on Donna who still hovers by the entrance. It makes frown slightly and she is ready to beckon the woman closer, closer to her and just about ready to lift her onto the bed. However the remaining Beneviento woman makes her way over to a smaller chair considering the size of the rest of the furniture. The tall woman feels disappointment settle within her as space is chosen. She is aware that Donna tries to be respectful, that she worries about crossing certain lines.

“You don’t have to sit so far, draga mea” her voice is gentle. It was also quite obvious that Donna will be staying through the night as she was not about to have the small woman trek back to her own home. “Besides, we can’t have you sleeping in a chair. Come here” she says, gesturing gently with her hand for the doll maker to come closer.

[signoraofthevalley]

She did not worry of crossing lines, per say. She was worried of crossing lines in both the wrong time and in the wrong place and bringing punishments upon the woman that holds her very heart. Miranda hadn’t known of their previous romance before their trials, discovering them at random and setting harsh lines that injured persistently, was one of the reasons that Donna felt so very vacant, so very defeated and had chosen her mourning garb as her outfit. She was mourning their delicate, blossoming love that had been snuffed out.

She hates those lines. Such lines that brought them both agony that remained unknown to those in their lives. Such lines that had been created by the tyrant that ruined their lives repeatedly and without regret. Mother Miranda had seen and continued to see their love as a sign of mutiny, and betrayal, a weak link in her little army. She missed Alcina, her charm and daring boldness, her touch and the way her kisses had felt, the way that her skin ached in desperation to be close and was never satisfied until they were cradled as one, pressed so close that one couldn’t figure out where one of them begun and the other ended.

She’d merely nodded and begun the short distance to the bed, clambering up the sides with surprising ease and agility, knowing that if she did not come by her own volition that Lady Dimitrescu would’ve soon come and moved the woman herself and not taken a no as an answer. “Better?”

[vampcina]

To be near Donna but not be as close as they once had been was always torture. She lives with the ghost of her kisses and caressed, the feel of Donna’s petite frame pressed against her slightly taller one. Not as towering as she is now but she had still been much too tall. They used to be so close together that they became one and now — now the distance was great. Now even if they were mere inches apart, or even feet, it felt like a whole ocean was between them.

Curse Mother Miranda. She will live the rest of her immortal life cursing and damning her.

The doll maker comes forward and climbs onto the tall, large bed. She smiles softly, mostly to herself.

𝗕𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿?

Not quite. “Hmm” she says simply, giving a single nod. “A bit” she murmurs and reaches out to squeeze Donna’s thigh. The contact is brief but it leaves her instantly aching for more.

[signoraofthevalley]

She had managed to suppress the sounds that had threatened to burst forth, gaze heavy and pensive while remaining, focusing on her thigh that had just been briefly gripped by the Countess and letting the burn settle in, relishing in the sparks that remained, flickering with life that Alcina only ever seemed to bring to her body. Lady Dimitrescu had always found reasons to touch, to be in her presence and yet, her touch was simple, restrained and never straying from ones that were considered acts of friendship and not a single thing else.

Donna was slow in her movements, the funeral garb that was consistently perched upon her head slowly taken off and placed in her lap, delicate skin that had once been touched by sunshine now paled but was still beautiful, nonetheless. She rarely ever took it off, only when within her own home and not a soul was near and the rare moments that saw her here, in the Castle surrounded by Alcina and her daughters.

She hated her appearance, cursed the way that her eye was taken and replaced with a mass of flesh, an horrendous scar given my Mother Miranda that was able to move if so desired. In her youth, Donna had been beautiful, sun-kissed and content in her life, still shy but had her moments of daring flashes but whenever she was in the presence of Alcina Dimitrescu, there was nothing else she considered more beautiful, not even the vineyards of her home within the hills of Italy or the waterfall that rushed behind her home here, in Romania and she had remained just as beautiful, simply on a bigger scale.

“Kiss me?” She wasn’t sure how it came out, when or why but it had and Donna refused to take those words back. Greed had begun to settle into her soul. She wanted this moment, the first in centuries.

[vampcina]

Donna removes her garb and Alcina silently watches. Each time that the doll maker did so, the vampire could not help but looks. She was often denied the beauty of the opposing woman for the cadou had taken away an eye and had caused for Donna to hide away. Lady Dimitrescu still found her to be every so beautiful but it too a long time for the Beneviento to have grown comfortable enough to show her face again. At least to Alcina. When she had, the tall woman had cupped her cheek and kiss the risen flesh that had taken over her right eye. ‘Beautiful’ she had murmured quietly and that had been that.

They never really spoke about, at think at the time they both had been so acutely aware of how dangerous that single action had been.

𝗞𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲?

She is broken out of her thoughts by those soft spoken words. Oh by the gods and all things unholy. Her heart stops then, she is certain of it. What hdd has promoted this? Does it matter? No. No it does not. This is what she has wanted to do for centuries and Donna, sweet and now extremely shy Donna has taken the initiative. A large hand comes to cup a pale cheek, stroking with her thumb along the bottom of the doll maker’s bottom lip. Golden hues flicker between soft lips and a green eye.

Alcina leans in and captures her lips in a soft kiss.

[signoraofthevalley]

Donna was tricked, forced into a life that was not her own and held hostage. She’d been unwillingly forced from those she had loved, each of them taken and ruthlessly destroyed without a single care by Mother Miranda and her poisonous talons. Alcina Dimitrescu was all that she had left, and in time, she was forced from the woman she loves by the same hand. Her scars were simply not held on the exterior but within and the pain, the constant loss had broken her, left her fragile and damaged in the eyes of those that had been left to surround her.

Donna Beneviento had been coerced into a life that held solidarity and torment. It was painful, forced to spend the eternity of her unnatural life experiencing the motions of the past, the ghost touches of the moments, the touches that she had once shared with Alcina and constantly reminded of everything that they’d lost with every glance towards the Lady of Dimitrescu Castle. She was forced to an eternity sharing wishful glances, wishful thoughts with and about about the woman she once and still loved, who had once existed as her beloved and not a partner of a twisted business.

How long has it already been? How many centuries had passed by? How long had Donna watched Lady Dimitrescu from afar, experiencing the ghost touch of their lips as they shared a passionate kiss and the weight of her larger hand encompassing her own? She simply couldn’t go on, couldn’t proceed without having it just once more, needing it to mimic another however many centuries they wet condemned too.

Alcina’s palm and it’s warmth was so very familiar and yet so very unfamiliar. It felt the same but was simply bigger. She sighed as if a weight was lifted, her breathing increasing out of anticipation as a thumb traced her lips, kissed tenderly as Donna’s remaining eye watched, studying Alcina’s ever so beautiful complexion.

Her hand had seemed small upon Alcina’s cheek in their youth, Donna always being petite and Alcina always towering but it felt even smaller as it cradle the curve of a soft cheek, the Lady of the Valley’s kiss soft and tender once her gasp had fallen and was pushed out of the way.

[vampcina]

Oh she felt alive once more. So truly and unrestrictedly alive in a way she has not been in centuries. A single kiss has sparked every bit of nerve ending on fire. This is what she had been missing for years, what she had yearned for and closed her eyes to imagine, only having the memory, the ghosts of touches which she tried so hard to recreate with her maidens but was never like this. Nothing will ever be like this and she knows, she knows they shouldn’t. She knows they should break apart and try to sleep away the hours of the early morning that remain before the castle came awake.

But she simply couldn’t. She could not tear herself apart. Not when she was finally getting to touch Donna in the way she has craved for years after mother Miranda had prohibited they continued what they had. She had been enraged, devastated and had destroyed too much furniture that day.

Both hands are now cradling small cheeks within them, thumbs stroking as she kisses the doll marker with reverence, longing, desire that had been tucked away for so long, with love. The love that had always remained, had never withered. Daringly she traces soft lips with her tongue, asking for entrance.

[signoraofthevalley]

She had, at first, worried about her choice. It was an unfair request, one that could release emotions that were dangerous and long put to bed. If they were to be hidden once more, pain was inevitable for them both. How she loathed that. How she hated the very thought of, once more, being the centre of Lady Dimitrescu’s pain. Was this going to lead them down a road of agony? Condemn them, for a second time, to a life that drained them of life as that missing link left them unfulfilled.

It was complete and utter bliss to feel supple brims cradling her own once more, and dancing as they’d once done, falling back into old habits with such surprising ease that had, admittedly, caught her off guard. Their love, after centuries, had remained, never withered even as it remained untended, lying forgotten as the lover’s were forced apart. She had pressed forth, almost desperate as an element of firmness was applied and a silent plea to remain here was silently delivered.

Her first touch was tentative, cautious as her palm settled against the sharp curve of a pale jawline. It was just the same. . . Alcina had not changed, still felt as she had in last the moment they had shared. Donna felt as if that of a broken sob could burst forth, this very moment overwhelming as her heart pounded ruthlessly within her chest and the entire realm of her body burned, ached with excitement, with life. Who could have thought? One unforeseen and spontaneous kiss returning life to both women.

Donna finally felt alive, without the weight that clung ever so desperately upon her and the stale breath that stained her lungs, feeling weightless and as if her lungs were being flooded with fresh air, given a new lease on life. She had lived without life for centuries, weighed down ruthlessly and previously, was convinced that it would never changed, stuck in the same cycle was as unforgiving as it was vicious. She loathed it, cursed on Mother Miranda for the life Donna had been tricked in to.

Her fingers traced supple and sharp features that the Lord of the Valley already knew off by heart, falling as a victim to her greed and taking as much as she could, her desire rising it’s head and shattering her control to allow this path to be taken, letting their lips to rock together, to dance as one once more.

[vampcina]

The kiss has opened a door that has been long locked and now Alcina was not sure if she could close it once more. Obviously she did not wish to and that certainly did not help but she knew and knows that Donna knows this cannot be. Not if the wished you escape the wrath of Mother Miranda. Yet she did not care, not in this moment at least of what the consequences may be. Not when the doll maker was kissing her like that, touching her like that. No, she did not care.

Lady Dimitrescu is unable to hold back the moan which bubbles up when she feels Donna’s tongue. Her own begins a gentle dance with that of the petite woman and she pulls her closer. She pulls her as close as possible, wanting to feel as much of the doll maker as she could. It was everything and yet not enough. How could she have gone so long without this? How could she have allowed herself to go on for centuries as half a woman? She was like a flower and Donna was water and sunlight.

“Oh draga mea” she says softly, in a held back sob against those lips. “I have missed you” she whispers that admission. Without much thought, she pulls Donna into her lap, clinging to the woman as she resumes the kiss.

[signoraofthevalley]

It was agonising to face reality, to acknowledge that in spite of how desperately they wanted to be, it was nothing more than a broken dream, wishes that shall never be fulfilled. It just couldn’t be. They couldn’t ever be more than memories that haunted their hearts with what had been stolen from them. It would be seen as nothing more than an act of mutiny, proving disloyalty against Mother Miranda and the ‘gifts’ she had bestowed upon them and would earn drastic, excruciating repercussions that would, in due time, end in painful death.

Lady Dimitrescu had remained supple, tender beneath her curious palms that explored without restraint, taking as much of this moment before it disappeared, and they were expected to return the ways they were forced to live by. She finally felt complete, that hole that ached, burned in agony in the darkened depths of the night finally smoothed over. How could she have lived without this? To kiss Alcina felt as if the Lord of the Valley could breathe once more. How had they managed these centuries?

“La mia luce. . .” She was utterly petrified, worried that in any given moment her heart was going to give out as it was pounding with such velocity, attempting to burst forth and end up in Alcina’s hands. “I have missed you so.” Her tongue danced, stroked sensually over the opposing woman’s as their new position was used to her advantage, and she pressed close, refusing to allow even the smallest inch between them.

[signoraofthevalley]

She lingered, delicate feet rocking back and forth as fingertips were captured in the midst of a desperate dance, her gaze unusually determined but in the very same moment uncertain, attempting to burn down the door that held the beloved @vampcina behind it to solve her current issue.

To say such an observation that the time of night is late was simply useless, the darkened hallways of Dimitrescu Castle a telling tale that Beneviento was lingering in the hours that belonged rightfully to the witches and ghouls.

Finally, after a period of time that the dollmaker had spent standing in the midst of the hallway, her tiny fist extended to rasp carefully, almost silently against the door. If it was anyone else, it wouldn’t have been heard but for someone such as Lady Dimitrescu it would have sounded just as loud as a simple knock.

[vampcina]

The tall woman resides in her chamber, a few candles lit to illuminate the room. She sat on the bed, back against the board and a book within a large hand. Small glasses were perched upon her nose as she read, golden hues running along each word that laid upon the pages before a knock interrupted her quiet night. She frowns, looking in the direction of the door. Who the hell could be at her door at this hour?

The vampire rises, setting the open book upon her nightstand. She wears a white nightgown, silk and loose around her tall frame. The woman begins to make her way to the main door and it is surprise when she sees Donna on the other side of it.

“Donna!” She takes a second, blinking before stepping back and letting the small woman inside. “Are you okay? It is late. . .” Not that she minded but Donna never visited this late.

[signoraofthevalley]

In spite of her delicate features being unseen, hidden behind the protection of her veil, the woman had simply offered the softest of simpers, fingers fleeting in their notions as they danced across worn palms that had been caused by seemingly endless years of persistent, heavy work. “I. . . I offer my apologies for the inconvenience my visits might have brought. . . I simply wished. . .” Her words tumbled to a breathless stop, her delicate lower lip captured by pristine teeth as the Puppeteer attempted ferociously to fight back those voices that rose, challenging the feelings that lingered in the depths of heart. “I simply wished that I could see you, Lady Dimitrescu. . .” It was late, yes, but the need, the desperation had overruled thought and lead the women here, lingering at the steps of Castle Dimitrescu just as they once done when they first met all those decades ago, when their respective families came together to introduce the newest heirs. One could say it had been love at first sight, each of the women left silently captivated by the opposite. The once shy but ever so politely confident Donna Beneviento had been immediately entrapped, utterly enthralled by the beauty and grace that ever so effortlessly tumbled from the bold and daring Alcina Dimitrescu. “I. . . I can return, if you desire.” It fell ever so quietly, barely tumbling from her lips as her stomach was suddenly overwhelmed with seemingly endless nerves, her boot-covered feet tapping together lightly.

[vampcina]

The smaller woman hovers by the door, doesn’t come in even though Alcina had granted her silent permission. The vampire is quick to dismiss the apology, obviously finding no inconvenience in the woman’s visit however late it may be. Though she sort of froze at the words that followed.

Oh be still her heart. Such simple words would have the towering creature that reigned terror upon anyone that laid eyes upon her a complete mess.

𝗜 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗗𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗰𝘂.

The tall woman is quick to extend her hand and grab Donna’s as if to prevent her from physically taking any steps to leave. “Don’t you dare” she says with a soft smile and pulls the small woman inside, closing the door behind them. “Come” she says quietly, leading them to her chambers.

[signoraofthevalley]

She was left thoroughly surprised by Lady Dimitrescu’s hand upon her delicate wrist, gripping as if to prevent her from physically leaving the grounds of Castle Dimitrescu and caused her gaze to ascend, settling tentatively on the towering lord’s utterly breathtaking features. “Oh. . .” It tumbled forth in that of a startled gasp, the words causing the beat of her heart to rise, thundering swiftly as the Puppeteer found herself being swept inside. If one was fortunate enough to peak beneath the woman’s veil, they’d likely find Donna’s blushing cheeks as Alcina’s very actions left the woman feeling breathless.

[vampcina]

Golden hues cast sideways to look down at the doll maker at such a startled sound. Was it truly so unexpected? Alcina found all sorts of excuses often to touch Donna. She looks away once again, focusing on the path within the dark castle. There were few candles lit here and there but other than that, it was all darkness. They arrive at the vampire’s chambers and only then she releases the smaller woman’s wrist. Not before she lets her thumb stroke her inner wrist. The bed was almost impeccably made aside from where she had been beneath the covers, reading.

It was so silly, the way her slow beating heart starts to race so erratically.

“Make yourself confortable, dragă.”

[signoraofthevalley]

It was, in fact, ever so expected, the touch that was often received from by Lady Dimitrescu occurring more often than not and yet, in spite of the frequency, the Lord of the Valley’s lack of physical affection with everyone else that existed around her still left her completely and utterly at shock whenever touches were received. 

Perhaps, the sight of the women appeared somewhat ridiculous as Donna, tiny in her stature remained closer than one would deem usual as they travelled the darkened paths of the Castle. Her eyesight, whilst perfect, was limited not only by the loss of her left eye but the darkened fabric of her funeral garb that left what was left of her eyesight heavily obscured. And not to mention, Lady Dimitrescu’s presence left Donna feeling unusually at ease, without the usual stress that so often plagued her, weighed her down and returned her to a time where their village lived without Mother Miranda.

She hadn’t been within Alcina’s bedroom for centuries, from the time that had existed before Mother Miranda and it had, for the majority, remained the same with, of course, an exception for her furniture that had been reciprocated and made bigger. “Grazie, amore mio.” 

[vampcina]

Now that they were within their bedroom and Alcina had nothing else to keep her busy, she lets the knowledge crash into her. This is the first time in centuries that Donna has been into her chambers and the knowledge makes her — well nervous. Yes, Lady Alcina of castle Dimitrescu is nervous. Here she is with the woman who haunts her every thought and has done so ever since first meeting all those years ago.

The perfect Italian which falls from those sweet lips could’ve nade her heart burst through her chest. Oh how very alive did Donna make her feel with only her presences and a few spoken words. Damn mother Miranda. Damn her for taking this away from her.

Alcina smiles and nods gently, drifting back to the bed and to her previous spot.

[signoraofthevalley]

Donna had, for the merest of seconds, contemplated perching herself on the foot of the bed in means of being near pale-skinned beauty but far enough away to be deemed as respectful but the height was proving to be a source of worry. It was a climb that she’d be able to accomplish but the thought of Alcina seeing her struggle, even for a short moment, left the Lord of the Valley perturbed.

And well. . . There was also the other fact that it was Alcina’s personal bed.

She had chosen to remain lingering by the entrance, fingers toying together as her gaze travelled around the room strictly in search for that of a suitable seat and discovered one that is possibly used by her daughters considering the somewhat normal size of the elegantly-carved chair. Steps were soft, cautious of her surroundings not out of fear but worry. Alcina’s belongings were not only costly but a rarity, acquired through the passing time periods they had lived in.

[vampcina]

Golden hues settle on Donna who still hovers by the entrance. It makes frown slightly and she is ready to beckon the woman closer, closer to her and just about ready to lift her onto the bed. However the remaining Beneviento woman makes her way over to a smaller chair considering the size of the rest of the furniture. The tall woman feels disappointment settle within her as space is chosen. She is aware that Donna tries to be respectful, that she worries about crossing certain lines.

“You don’t have to sit so far, draga mea” her voice is gentle. It was also quite obvious that Donna will be staying through the night as she was not about to have the small woman trek back to her own home. “Besides, we can’t have you sleeping in a chair. Come here” she says, gesturing gently with her hand for the doll maker to come closer.

[signoraofthevalley]

She did not worry of crossing lines, per say. She was worried of crossing lines in both the wrong time and in the wrong place and bringing punishments upon the woman that holds her very heart. Miranda hadn’t known of their previous romance before their trials, discovering them at random and setting harsh lines that injured persistently, was one of the reasons that Donna felt so very vacant, so very defeated and had chosen her mourning garb as her outfit. She was mourning their delicate, blossoming love that had been snuffed out.

She hates those lines. Such lines that brought them both agony that remained unknown to those in their lives. Such lines that had been created by the tyrant that ruined their lives repeatedly and without regret. Mother Miranda had seen and continued to see their love as a sign of mutiny, and betrayal, a weak link in her little army. She missed Alcina, her charm and daring boldness, her touch and the way her kisses had felt, the way that her skin ached in desperation to be close and was never satisfied until they were cradled as one, pressed so close that one couldn’t figure out where one of them begun and the other ended.

She’d merely nodded and begun the short distance to the bed, clambering up the sides with surprising ease and agility, knowing that if she did not come by her own volition that Lady Dimitrescu would’ve soon come and moved the woman herself and not taken a no as an answer. “Better?”

[vampcina]

To be near Donna but not be as close as they once had been was always torture. She lives with the ghost of her kisses and caressed, the feel of Donna’s petite frame pressed against her slightly taller one. Not as towering as she is now but she had still been much too tall. They used to be so close together that they became one and now — now the distance was great. Now even if they were mere inches apart, or even feet, it felt like a whole ocean was between them.

Curse Mother Miranda. She will live the rest of her immortal life cursing and damning her.

The doll maker comes forward and climbs onto the tall, large bed. She smiles softly, mostly to herself.

𝗕𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿?

Not quite. “Hmm” she says simply, giving a single nod. “A bit” she murmurs and reaches out to squeeze Donna’s thigh. The contact is brief but it leaves her instantly aching for more.

[signoraofthevalley]

She had managed to suppress the sounds that had threatened to burst forth, gaze heavy and pensive while remaining, focusing on her thigh that had just been briefly gripped by the Countess and letting the burn settle in, relishing in the sparks that remained, flickering with life that Alcina only ever seemed to bring to her body. Lady Dimitrescu had always found reasons to touch, to be in her presence and yet, her touch was simple, restrained and never straying from ones that were considered acts of friendship and not a single thing else.

Donna was slow in her movements, the funeral garb that was consistently perched upon her head slowly taken off and placed in her lap, delicate skin that had once been touched by sunshine now paled but was still beautiful, nonetheless. She rarely ever took it off, only when within her own home and not a soul was near and the rare moments that saw her here, in the Castle surrounded by Alcina and her daughters.

She hated her appearance, cursed the way that her eye was taken and replaced with a mass of flesh, an horrendous scar given my Mother Miranda that was able to move if so desired. In her youth, Donna had been beautiful, sun-kissed and content in her life, still shy but had her moments of daring flashes but whenever she was in the presence of Alcina Dimitrescu, there was nothing else she considered more beautiful, not even the vineyards of her home within the hills of Italy or the waterfall that rushed behind her home here, in Romania and she had remained just as beautiful, simply on a bigger scale.

“Kiss me?” She wasn’t sure how it came out, when or why but it had and Donna refused to take those words back. Greed had begun to settle into her soul. She wanted this moment, the first in centuries.

[vampcina]

Donna removes her garb and Alcina silently watches. Each time that the doll maker did so, the vampire could not help but looks. She was often denied the beauty of the opposing woman for the cadou had taken away an eye and had caused for Donna to hide away. Lady Dimitrescu still found her to be every so beautiful but it too a long time for the Beneviento to have grown comfortable enough to show her face again. At least to Alcina. When she had, the tall woman had cupped her cheek and kiss the risen flesh that had taken over her right eye. ‘Beautiful’ she had murmured quietly and that had been that.

They never really spoke about, at think at the time they both had been so acutely aware of how dangerous that single action had been.

𝗞𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲?

She is broken out of her thoughts by those soft spoken words. Oh by the gods and all things unholy. Her heart stops then, she is certain of it. What hdd has promoted this? Does it matter? No. No it does not. This is what she has wanted to do for centuries and Donna, sweet and now extremely shy Donna has taken the initiative. A large hand comes to cup a pale cheek, stroking with her thumb along the bottom of the doll maker’s bottom lip. Golden hues flicker between soft lips and a green eye.

Alcina leans in and captures her lips in a soft kiss.

[signoraofthevalley]

Donna was tricked, forced into a life that was not her own and held hostage. She’d been unwillingly forced from those she had loved, each of them taken and ruthlessly destroyed without a single care by Mother Miranda and her poisonous talons. Alcina Dimitrescu was all that she had left, and in time, she was forced from the woman she loves by the same hand. Her scars were simply not held on the exterior but within and the pain, the constant loss had broken her, left her fragile and damaged in the eyes of those that had been left to surround her.

Donna Beneviento had been coerced into a life that held solidarity and torment. It was painful, forced to spend the eternity of her unnatural life experiencing the motions of the past, the ghost touches of the moments, the touches that she had once shared with Alcina and constantly reminded of everything that they’d lost with every glance towards the Lady of Dimitrescu Castle. She was forced to an eternity sharing wishful glances, wishful thoughts with and about about the woman she once and still loved, who had once existed as her beloved and not a partner of a twisted business.

How long has it already been? How many centuries had passed by? How long had Donna watched Lady Dimitrescu from afar, experiencing the ghost touch of their lips as they shared a passionate kiss and the weight of her larger hand encompassing her own? She simply couldn’t go on, couldn’t proceed without having it just once more, needing it to mimic another however many centuries they wet condemned too.

Alcina’s palm and it’s warmth was so very familiar and yet so very unfamiliar. It felt the same but was simply bigger. She sighed as if a weight was lifted, her breathing increasing out of anticipation as a thumb traced her lips, kissed tenderly as Donna’s remaining eye watched, studying Alcina’s ever so beautiful complexion.

Her hand had seemed small upon Alcina’s cheek in their youth, Donna always being petite and Alcina always towering but it felt even smaller as it cradle the curve of a soft cheek, the Lady of the Valley’s kiss soft and tender once her gasp had fallen and was pushed out of the way.

[vampcina]

Oh she felt alive once more. So truly and unrestrictedly alive in a way she has not been in centuries. A single kiss has sparked every bit of nerve ending on fire. This is what she had been missing for years, what she had yearned for and closed her eyes to imagine, only having the memory, the ghosts of touches which she tried so hard to recreate with her maidens but was never like this. Nothing will ever be like this and she knows, she knows they shouldn’t. She knows they should break apart and try to sleep away the hours of the early morning that remain before the castle came awake.

But she simply couldn’t. She could not tear herself apart. Not when she was finally getting to touch Donna in the way she has craved for years after mother Miranda had prohibited they continued what they had. She had been enraged, devastated and had destroyed too much furniture that day.

Both hands are now cradling small cheeks within them, thumbs stroking as she kisses the doll marker with reverence, longing, desire that had been tucked away for so long, with love. The love that had always remained, had never withered. Daringly she traces soft lips with her tongue, asking for entrance.

[signoraofthevalley]

She had, at first, worried about her choice. It was an unfair request, one that could release emotions that were dangerous and long put to bed. If they were to be hidden once more, pain was inevitable for them both. How she loathed that. How she hated the very thought of, once more, being the centre of Lady Dimitrescu’s pain. Was this going to lead them down a road of agony? Condemn them, for a second time, to a life that drained them of life as that missing link left them unfulfilled.

It was complete and utter bliss to feel supple brims cradling her own once more, and dancing as they’d once done, falling back into old habits with such surprising ease that had, admittedly, caught her off guard. Their love, after centuries, had remained, never withered even as it remained untended, lying forgotten as the lover’s were forced apart. She had pressed forth, almost desperate as an element of firmness was applied and a silent plea to remain here was silently delivered.

Her first touch was tentative, cautious as her palm settled against the sharp curve of a pale jawline. It was just the same. . . Alcina had not changed, still felt as she had in last the moment they had shared. Donna felt as if that of a broken sob could burst forth, this very moment overwhelming as her heart pounded ruthlessly within her chest and the entire realm of her body burned, ached with excitement, with life. Who could have thought? One unforeseen and spontaneous kiss returning life to both women.

Donna finally felt alive, without the weight that clung ever so desperately upon her and the stale breath that stained her lungs, feeling weightless and as if her lungs were being flooded with fresh air, given a new lease on life. She had lived without life for centuries, weighed down ruthlessly and previously, was convinced that it would never changed, stuck in the same cycle was as unforgiving as it was vicious. She loathed it, cursed on Mother Miranda for the life Donna had been tricked in to.

Her fingers traced supple and sharp features that the Lord of the Valley already knew off by heart, falling as a victim to her greed and taking as much as she could, her desire rising it’s head and shattering her control to allow this path to be taken, letting their lips to rock together, to dance as one once more.

[signoraofthevalley]

She lingered, delicate feet rocking back and forth as fingertips were captured in the midst of a desperate dance, her gaze unusually determined but in the very same moment uncertain, attempting to burn down the door that held the beloved @vampcina behind it to solve her current issue.

To say such an observation that the time of night is late was simply useless, the darkened hallways of Dimitrescu Castle a telling tale that Beneviento was lingering in the hours that belonged rightfully to the witches and ghouls.

Finally, after a period of time that the dollmaker had spent standing in the midst of the hallway, her tiny fist extended to rasp carefully, almost silently against the door. If it was anyone else, it wouldn’t have been heard but for someone such as Lady Dimitrescu it would have sounded just as loud as a simple knock.

[vampcina]

The tall woman resides in her chamber, a few candles lit to illuminate the room. She sat on the bed, back against the board and a book within a large hand. Small glasses were perched upon her nose as she read, golden hues running along each word that laid upon the pages before a knock interrupted her quiet night. She frowns, looking in the direction of the door. Who the hell could be at her door at this hour?

The vampire rises, setting the open book upon her nightstand. She wears a white nightgown, silk and loose around her tall frame. The woman begins to make her way to the main door and it is surprise when she sees Donna on the other side of it.

“Donna!” She takes a second, blinking before stepping back and letting the small woman inside. “Are you okay? It is late. . .” Not that she minded but Donna never visited this late.

[signoraofthevalley]

In spite of her delicate features being unseen, hidden behind the protection of her veil, the woman had simply offered the softest of simpers, fingers fleeting in their notions as they danced across worn palms that had been caused by seemingly endless years of persistent, heavy work. “I. . . I offer my apologies for the inconvenience my visits might have brought. . . I simply wished. . .” Her words tumbled to a breathless stop, her delicate lower lip captured by pristine teeth as the Puppeteer attempted ferociously to fight back those voices that rose, challenging the feelings that lingered in the depths of heart. “I simply wished that I could see you, Lady Dimitrescu. . .” It was late, yes, but the need, the desperation had overruled thought and lead the women here, lingering at the steps of Castle Dimitrescu just as they once done when they first met all those decades ago, when their respective families came together to introduce the newest heirs. One could say it had been love at first sight, each of the women left silently captivated by the opposite. The once shy but ever so politely confident Donna Beneviento had been immediately entrapped, utterly enthralled by the beauty and grace that ever so effortlessly tumbled from the bold and daring Alcina Dimitrescu. “I. . . I can return, if you desire.” It fell ever so quietly, barely tumbling from her lips as her stomach was suddenly overwhelmed with seemingly endless nerves, her boot-covered feet tapping together lightly.

[vampcina]

The smaller woman hovers by the door, doesn’t come in even though Alcina had granted her silent permission. The vampire is quick to dismiss the apology, obviously finding no inconvenience in the woman’s visit however late it may be. Though she sort of froze at the words that followed.

Oh be still her heart. Such simple words would have the towering creature that reigned terror upon anyone that laid eyes upon her a complete mess.

𝗜 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗗𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗰𝘂.

The tall woman is quick to extend her hand and grab Donna’s as if to prevent her from physically taking any steps to leave. “Don’t you dare” she says with a soft smile and pulls the small woman inside, closing the door behind them. “Come” she says quietly, leading them to her chambers.

[signoraofthevalley]

She was left thoroughly surprised by Lady Dimitrescu’s hand upon her delicate wrist, gripping as if to prevent her from physically leaving the grounds of Castle Dimitrescu and caused her gaze to ascend, settling tentatively on the towering lord’s utterly breathtaking features. “Oh. . .” It tumbled forth in that of a startled gasp, the words causing the beat of her heart to rise, thundering swiftly as the Puppeteer found herself being swept inside. If one was fortunate enough to peak beneath the woman’s veil, they’d likely find Donna’s blushing cheeks as Alcina’s very actions left the woman feeling breathless.

[vampcina]

Golden hues cast sideways to look down at the doll maker at such a startled sound. Was it truly so unexpected? Alcina found all sorts of excuses often to touch Donna. She looks away once again, focusing on the path within the dark castle. There were few candles lit here and there but other than that, it was all darkness. They arrive at the vampire’s chambers and only then she releases the smaller woman’s wrist. Not before she lets her thumb stroke her inner wrist. The bed was almost impeccably made aside from where she had been beneath the covers, reading.

It was so silly, the way her slow beating heart starts to race so erratically.

“Make yourself confortable, dragă.”

[signoraofthevalley]

It was, in fact, ever so expected, the touch that was often received from by Lady Dimitrescu occurring more often than not and yet, in spite of the frequency, the Lord of the Valley’s lack of physical affection with everyone else that existed around her still left her completely and utterly at shock whenever touches were received. 

Perhaps, the sight of the women appeared somewhat ridiculous as Donna, tiny in her stature remained closer than one would deem usual as they travelled the darkened paths of the Castle. Her eyesight, whilst perfect, was limited not only by the loss of her left eye but the darkened fabric of her funeral garb that left what was left of her eyesight heavily obscured. And not to mention, Lady Dimitrescu’s presence left Donna feeling unusually at ease, without the usual stress that so often plagued her, weighed her down and returned her to a time where their village lived without Mother Miranda.

She hadn’t been within Alcina’s bedroom for centuries, from the time that had existed before Mother Miranda and it had, for the majority, remained the same with, of course, an exception for her furniture that had been reciprocated and made bigger. “Grazie, amore mio.” 

[vampcina]

Now that they were within their bedroom and Alcina had nothing else to keep her busy, she lets the knowledge crash into her. This is the first time in centuries that Donna has been into her chambers and the knowledge makes her — well nervous. Yes, Lady Alcina of castle Dimitrescu is nervous. Here she is with the woman who haunts her every thought and has done so ever since first meeting all those years ago.

The perfect Italian which falls from those sweet lips could’ve nade her heart burst through her chest. Oh how very alive did Donna make her feel with only her presences and a few spoken words. Damn mother Miranda. Damn her for taking this away from her.

Alcina smiles and nods gently, drifting back to the bed and to her previous spot.

[signoraofthevalley]

Donna had, for the merest of seconds, contemplated perching herself on the foot of the bed in means of being near pale-skinned beauty but far enough away to be deemed as respectful but the height was proving to be a source of worry. It was a climb that she’d be able to accomplish but the thought of Alcina seeing her struggle, even for a short moment, left the Lord of the Valley perturbed.

And well. . . There was also the other fact that it was Alcina’s personal bed.

She had chosen to remain lingering by the entrance, fingers toying together as her gaze travelled around the room strictly in search for that of a suitable seat and discovered one that is possibly used by her daughters considering the somewhat normal size of the elegantly-carved chair. Steps were soft, cautious of her surroundings not out of fear but worry. Alcina’s belongings were not only costly but a rarity, acquired through the passing time periods they had lived in.

[vampcina]

Golden hues settle on Donna who still hovers by the entrance. It makes frown slightly and she is ready to beckon the woman closer, closer to her and just about ready to lift her onto the bed. However the remaining Beneviento woman makes her way over to a smaller chair considering the size of the rest of the furniture. The tall woman feels disappointment settle within her as space is chosen. She is aware that Donna tries to be respectful, that she worries about crossing certain lines.

“You don’t have to sit so far, draga mea” her voice is gentle. It was also quite obvious that Donna will be staying through the night as she was not about to have the small woman trek back to her own home. “Besides, we can’t have you sleeping in a chair. Come here” she says, gesturing gently with her hand for the doll maker to come closer.

[signoraofthevalley]

She did not worry of crossing lines, per say. She was worried of crossing lines in both the wrong time and in the wrong place and bringing punishments upon the woman that holds her very heart. Miranda hadn’t known of their previous romance before their trials, discovering them at random and setting harsh lines that injured persistently, was one of the reasons that Donna felt so very vacant, so very defeated and had chosen her mourning garb as her outfit. She was mourning their delicate, blossoming love that had been snuffed out.

She hates those lines. Such lines that brought them both agony that remained unknown to those in their lives. Such lines that had been created by the tyrant that ruined their lives repeatedly and without regret. Mother Miranda had seen and continued to see their love as a sign of mutiny, and betrayal, a weak link in her little army. She missed Alcina, her charm and daring boldness, her touch and the way her kisses had felt, the way that her skin ached in desperation to be close and was never satisfied until they were cradled as one, pressed so close that one couldn’t figure out where one of them begun and the other ended.

She’d merely nodded and begun the short distance to the bed, clambering up the sides with surprising ease and agility, knowing that if she did not come by her own volition that Lady Dimitrescu would’ve soon come and moved the woman herself and not taken a no as an answer. “Better?”

[vampcina]

To be near Donna but not be as close as they once had been was always torture. She lives with the ghost of her kisses and caressed, the feel of Donna’s petite frame pressed against her slightly taller one. Not as towering as she is now but she had still been much too tall. They used to be so close together that they became one and now — now the distance was great. Now even if they were mere inches apart, or even feet, it felt like a whole ocean was between them.

Curse Mother Miranda. She will live the rest of her immortal life cursing and damning her.

The doll maker comes forward and climbs onto the tall, large bed. She smiles softly, mostly to herself.

𝗕𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿?

Not quite. “Hmm” she says simply, giving a single nod. “A bit” she murmurs and reaches out to squeeze Donna’s thigh. The contact is brief but it leaves her instantly aching for more.

[signoraofthevalley]

She had managed to suppress the sounds that had threatened to burst forth, gaze heavy and pensive while remaining, focusing on her thigh that had just been briefly gripped by the Countess and letting the burn settle in, relishing in the sparks that remained, flickering with life that Alcina only ever seemed to bring to her body. Lady Dimitrescu had always found reasons to touch, to be in her presence and yet, her touch was simple, restrained and never straying from ones that were considered acts of friendship and not a single thing else.

Donna was slow in her movements, the funeral garb that was consistently perched upon her head slowly taken off and placed in her lap, delicate skin that had once been touched by sunshine now paled but was still beautiful, nonetheless. She rarely ever took it off, only when within her own home and not a soul was near and the rare moments that saw her here, in the Castle surrounded by Alcina and her daughters.

She hated her appearance, cursed the way that her eye was taken and replaced with a mass of flesh, an horrendous scar given my Mother Miranda that was able to move if so desired. In her youth, Donna had been beautiful, sun-kissed and content in her life, still shy but had her moments of daring flashes but whenever she was in the presence of Alcina Dimitrescu, there was nothing else she considered more beautiful, not even the vineyards of her home within the hills of Italy or the waterfall that rushed behind her home here, in Romania and she had remained just as beautiful, simply on a bigger scale.

“Kiss me?” She wasn’t sure how it came out, when or why but it had and Donna refused to take those words back. Greed had begun to settle into her soul. She wanted this moment, the first in centuries.

[vampcina]

Donna removes her garb and Alcina silently watches. Each time that the doll maker did so, the vampire could not help but looks. She was often denied the beauty of the opposing woman for the cadou had taken away an eye and had caused for Donna to hide away. Lady Dimitrescu still found her to be every so beautiful but it too a long time for the Beneviento to have grown comfortable enough to show her face again. At least to Alcina. When she had, the tall woman had cupped her cheek and kiss the risen flesh that had taken over her right eye. ‘Beautiful’ she had murmured quietly and that had been that.

They never really spoke about, at think at the time they both had been so acutely aware of how dangerous that single action had been.

𝗞𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲?

She is broken out of her thoughts by those soft spoken words. Oh by the gods and all things unholy. Her heart stops then, she is certain of it. What hdd has promoted this? Does it matter? No. No it does not. This is what she has wanted to do for centuries and Donna, sweet and now extremely shy Donna has taken the initiative. A large hand comes to cup a pale cheek, stroking with her thumb along the bottom of the doll maker’s bottom lip. Golden hues flicker between soft lips and a green eye.

Alcina leans in and captures her lips in a soft kiss.

[signoraofthevalley]

Donna was tricked, forced into a life that was not her own and held hostage. She’d been unwillingly forced from those she had loved, each of them taken and ruthlessly destroyed without a single care by Mother Miranda and her poisonous talons. Alcina Dimitrescu was all that she had left, and in time, she was forced from the woman she loves by the same hand. Her scars were simply not held on the exterior but within and the pain, the constant loss had broken her, left her fragile and damaged in the eyes of those that had been left to surround her.

Donna Beneviento had been coerced into a life that held solidarity and torment. It was painful, forced to spend the eternity of her unnatural life experiencing the motions of the past, the ghost touches of the moments, the touches that she had once shared with Alcina and constantly reminded of everything that they’d lost with every glance towards the Lady of Dimitrescu Castle. She was forced to an eternity sharing wishful glances, wishful thoughts with and about about the woman she once and still loved, who had once existed as her beloved and not a partner of a twisted business.

How long has it already been? How many centuries had passed by? How long had Donna watched Lady Dimitrescu from afar, experiencing the ghost touch of their lips as they shared a passionate kiss and the weight of her larger hand encompassing her own? She simply couldn’t go on, couldn’t proceed without having it just once more, needing it to mimic another however many centuries they wet condemned too.

Alcina’s palm and it’s warmth was so very familiar and yet so very unfamiliar. It felt the same but was simply bigger. She sighed as if a weight was lifted, her breathing increasing out of anticipation as a thumb traced her lips, kissed tenderly as Donna’s remaining eye watched, studying Alcina’s ever so beautiful complexion.

Her hand had seemed small upon Alcina’s cheek in their youth, Donna always being petite and Alcina always towering but it felt even smaller as it cradle the curve of a soft cheek, the Lady of the Valley’s kiss soft and tender once her gasp had fallen and was pushed out of the way.

[signoraofthevalley]

She lingered, delicate feet rocking back and forth as fingertips were captured in the midst of a desperate dance, her gaze unusually determined but in the very same moment uncertain, attempting to burn down the door that held the beloved @vampcina behind it to solve her current issue.

To say such an observation that the time of night is late was simply useless, the darkened hallways of Dimitrescu Castle a telling tale that Beneviento was lingering in the hours that belonged rightfully to the witches and ghouls.

Finally, after a period of time that the dollmaker had spent standing in the midst of the hallway, her tiny fist extended to rasp carefully, almost silently against the door. If it was anyone else, it wouldn’t have been heard but for someone such as Lady Dimitrescu it would have sounded just as loud as a simple knock.

[vampcina]

The tall woman resides in her chamber, a few candles lit to illuminate the room. She sat on the bed, back against the board and a book within a large hand. Small glasses were perched upon her nose as she read, golden hues running along each word that laid upon the pages before a knock interrupted her quiet night. She frowns, looking in the direction of the door. Who the hell could be at her door at this hour?

The vampire rises, setting the open book upon her nightstand. She wears a white nightgown, silk and loose around her tall frame. The woman begins to make her way to the main door and it is surprise when she sees Donna on the other side of it.

“Donna!” She takes a second, blinking before stepping back and letting the small woman inside. “Are you okay? It is late. . .” Not that she minded but Donna never visited this late.

[signoraofthevalley]

In spite of her delicate features being unseen, hidden behind the protection of her veil, the woman had simply offered the softest of simpers, fingers fleeting in their notions as they danced across worn palms that had been caused by seemingly endless years of persistent, heavy work. “I. . . I offer my apologies for the inconvenience my visits might have brought. . . I simply wished. . .” Her words tumbled to a breathless stop, her delicate lower lip captured by pristine teeth as the Puppeteer attempted ferociously to fight back those voices that rose, challenging the feelings that lingered in the depths of heart. “I simply wished that I could see you, Lady Dimitrescu. . .” It was late, yes, but the need, the desperation had overruled thought and lead the women here, lingering at the steps of Castle Dimitrescu just as they once done when they first met all those decades ago, when their respective families came together to introduce the newest heirs. One could say it had been love at first sight, each of the women left silently captivated by the opposite. The once shy but ever so politely confident Donna Beneviento had been immediately entrapped, utterly enthralled by the beauty and grace that ever so effortlessly tumbled from the bold and daring Alcina Dimitrescu. “I. . . I can return, if you desire.” It fell ever so quietly, barely tumbling from her lips as her stomach was suddenly overwhelmed with seemingly endless nerves, her boot-covered feet tapping together lightly.

[vampcina]

The smaller woman hovers by the door, doesn’t come in even though Alcina had granted her silent permission. The vampire is quick to dismiss the apology, obviously finding no inconvenience in the woman’s visit however late it may be. Though she sort of froze at the words that followed.

Oh be still her heart. Such simple words would have the towering creature that reigned terror upon anyone that laid eyes upon her a complete mess.

𝗜 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗗𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗰𝘂.

The tall woman is quick to extend her hand and grab Donna’s as if to prevent her from physically taking any steps to leave. “Don’t you dare” she says with a soft smile and pulls the small woman inside, closing the door behind them. “Come” she says quietly, leading them to her chambers.

[signoraofthevalley]

She was left thoroughly surprised by Lady Dimitrescu’s hand upon her delicate wrist, gripping as if to prevent her from physically leaving the grounds of Castle Dimitrescu and caused her gaze to ascend, settling tentatively on the towering lord’s utterly breathtaking features. “Oh. . .” It tumbled forth in that of a startled gasp, the words causing the beat of her heart to rise, thundering swiftly as the Puppeteer found herself being swept inside. If one was fortunate enough to peak beneath the woman’s veil, they’d likely find Donna’s blushing cheeks as Alcina’s very actions left the woman feeling breathless.

[vampcina]

Golden hues cast sideways to look down at the doll maker at such a startled sound. Was it truly so unexpected? Alcina found all sorts of excuses often to touch Donna. She looks away once again, focusing on the path within the dark castle. There were few candles lit here and there but other than that, it was all darkness. They arrive at the vampire’s chambers and only then she releases the smaller woman’s wrist. Not before she lets her thumb stroke her inner wrist. The bed was almost impeccably made aside from where she had been beneath the covers, reading.

It was so silly, the way her slow beating heart starts to race so erratically.

“Make yourself confortable, dragă.”

[signoraofthevalley]

It was, in fact, ever so expected, the touch that was often received from by Lady Dimitrescu occurring more often than not and yet, in spite of the frequency, the Lord of the Valley’s lack of physical affection with everyone else that existed around her still left her completely and utterly at shock whenever touches were received. 

Perhaps, the sight of the women appeared somewhat ridiculous as Donna, tiny in her stature remained closer than one would deem usual as they travelled the darkened paths of the Castle. Her eyesight, whilst perfect, was limited not only by the loss of her left eye but the darkened fabric of her funeral garb that left what was left of her eyesight heavily obscured. And not to mention, Lady Dimitrescu’s presence left Donna feeling unusually at ease, without the usual stress that so often plagued her, weighed her down and returned her to a time where their village lived without Mother Miranda.

She hadn’t been within Alcina’s bedroom for centuries, from the time that had existed before Mother Miranda and it had, for the majority, remained the same with, of course, an exception for her furniture that had been reciprocated and made bigger. “Grazie, amore mio.” 

[vampcina]

Now that they were within their bedroom and Alcina had nothing else to keep her busy, she lets the knowledge crash into her. This is the first time in centuries that Donna has been into her chambers and the knowledge makes her — well nervous. Yes, Lady Alcina of castle Dimitrescu is nervous. Here she is with the woman who haunts her every thought and has done so ever since first meeting all those years ago.

The perfect Italian which falls from those sweet lips could’ve nade her heart burst through her chest. Oh how very alive did Donna make her feel with only her presences and a few spoken words. Damn mother Miranda. Damn her for taking this away from her.

Alcina smiles and nods gently, drifting back to the bed and to her previous spot.

[signoraofthevalley]

Donna had, for the merest of seconds, contemplated perching herself on the foot of the bed in means of being near pale-skinned beauty but far enough away to be deemed as respectful but the height was proving to be a source of worry. It was a climb that she’d be able to accomplish but the thought of Alcina seeing her struggle, even for a short moment, left the Lord of the Valley perturbed.

And well. . . There was also the other fact that it was Alcina’s personal bed.

She had chosen to remain lingering by the entrance, fingers toying together as her gaze travelled around the room strictly in search for that of a suitable seat and discovered one that is possibly used by her daughters considering the somewhat normal size of the elegantly-carved chair. Steps were soft, cautious of her surroundings not out of fear but worry. Alcina’s belongings were not only costly but a rarity, acquired through the passing time periods they had lived in.

[vampcina]

Golden hues settle on Donna who still hovers by the entrance. It makes frown slightly and she is ready to beckon the woman closer, closer to her and just about ready to lift her onto the bed. However the remaining Beneviento woman makes her way over to a smaller chair considering the size of the rest of the furniture. The tall woman feels disappointment settle within her as space is chosen. She is aware that Donna tries to be respectful, that she worries about crossing certain lines.

“You don’t have to sit so far, draga mea” her voice is gentle. It was also quite obvious that Donna will be staying through the night as she was not about to have the small woman trek back to her own home. “Besides, we can’t have you sleeping in a chair. Come here” she says, gesturing gently with her hand for the doll maker to come closer.

[signoraofthevalley]

She did not worry of crossing lines, per say. She was worried of crossing lines in both the wrong time and in the wrong place and bringing punishments upon the woman that holds her very heart. Miranda hadn’t known of their previous romance before their trials, discovering them at random and setting harsh lines that injured persistently, was one of the reasons that Donna felt so very vacant, so very defeated and had chosen her mourning garb as her outfit. She was mourning their delicate, blossoming love that had been snuffed out.

She hates those lines. Such lines that brought them both agony that remained unknown to those in their lives. Such lines that had been created by the tyrant that ruined their lives repeatedly and without regret. Mother Miranda had seen and continued to see their love as a sign of mutiny, and betrayal, a weak link in her little army. She missed Alcina, her charm and daring boldness, her touch and the way her kisses had felt, the way that her skin ached in desperation to be close and was never satisfied until they were cradled as one, pressed so close that one couldn’t figure out where one of them begun and the other ended.

She’d merely nodded and begun the short distance to the bed, clambering up the sides with surprising ease and agility, knowing that if she did not come by her own volition that Lady Dimitrescu would’ve soon come and moved the woman herself and not taken a no as an answer. “Better?”

[vampcina]

To be near Donna but not be as close as they once had been was always torture. She lives with the ghost of her kisses and caressed, the feel of Donna’s petite frame pressed against her slightly taller one. Not as towering as she is now but she had still been much too tall. They used to be so close together that they became one and now — now the distance was great. Now even if they were mere inches apart, or even feet, it felt like a whole ocean was between them.

Curse Mother Miranda. She will live the rest of her immortal life cursing and damning her.

The doll maker comes forward and climbs onto the tall, large bed. She smiles softly, mostly to herself.

𝗕𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿?

Not quite. “Hmm” she says simply, giving a single nod. “A bit” she murmurs and reaches out to squeeze Donna’s thigh. The contact is brief but it leaves her instantly aching for more.

[signoraofthevalley]

She had managed to suppress the sounds that had threatened to burst forth, gaze heavy and pensive while remaining, focusing on her thigh that had just been briefly gripped by the Countess and letting the burn settle in, relishing in the sparks that remained, flickering with life that Alcina only ever seemed to bring to her body. Lady Dimitrescu had always found reasons to touch, to be in her presence and yet, her touch was simple, restrained and never straying from ones that were considered acts of friendship and not a single thing else.

Donna was slow in her movements, the funeral garb that was consistently perched upon her head slowly taken off and placed in her lap, delicate skin that had once been touched by sunshine now paled but was still beautiful, nonetheless. She rarely ever took it off, only when within her own home and not a soul was near and the rare moments that saw her here, in the Castle surrounded by Alcina and her daughters.

She hated her appearance, cursed the way that her eye was taken and replaced with a mass of flesh, an horrendous scar given my Mother Miranda that was able to move if so desired. In her youth, Donna had been beautiful, sun-kissed and content in her life, still shy but had her moments of daring flashes but whenever she was in the presence of Alcina Dimitrescu, there was nothing else she considered more beautiful, not even the vineyards of her home within the hills of Italy or the waterfall that rushed behind her home here, in Romania and she had remained just as beautiful, simply on a bigger scale.

“Kiss me?” She wasn’t sure how it came out, when or why but it had and Donna refused to take those words back. Greed had begun to settle into her soul. She wanted this moment, the first in centuries.

[eternacreatura]

𓆩 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𓆪

[signoraofthevalley]

She lingered, delicate feet rocking back and forth as fingertips were captured in the midst of a desperate dance, her gaze unusually determined but in the very same moment uncertain, attempting to burn down the door that held the beloved @vampcina behind it to solve her current issue.

To say such an observation that the time of night is late was simply useless, the darkened hallways of Dimitrescu Castle a telling tale that Beneviento was lingering in the hours that belonged rightfully to the witches and ghouls.

Finally, after a period of time that the dollmaker had spent standing in the midst of the hallway, her tiny fist extended to rasp carefully, almost silently against the door. If it was anyone else, it wouldn’t have been heard but for someone such as Lady Dimitrescu it would have sounded just as loud as a simple knock.

[vampcina]

The tall woman resides in her chamber, a few candles lit to illuminate the room. She sat on the bed, back against the board and a book within a large hand. Small glasses were perched upon her nose as she read, golden hues running along each word that laid upon the pages before a knock interrupted her quiet night. She frowns, looking in the direction of the door. Who the hell could be at her door at this hour?

The vampire rises, setting the open book upon her nightstand. She wears a white nightgown, silk and loose around her tall frame. The woman begins to make her way to the main door and it is surprise when she sees Donna on the other side of it.

“Donna!” She takes a second, blinking before stepping back and letting the small woman inside. “Are you okay? It is late. . .” Not that she minded but Donna never visited this late.

[signoraofthevalley]

In spite of her delicate features being unseen, hidden behind the protection of her veil, the woman had simply offered the softest of simpers, fingers fleeting in their notions as they danced across worn palms that had been caused by seemingly endless years of persistent, heavy work. “I. . . I offer my apologies for the inconvenience my visits might have brought. . . I simply wished. . .” Her words tumbled to a breathless stop, her delicate lower lip captured by pristine teeth as the Puppeteer attempted ferociously to fight back those voices that rose, challenging the feelings that lingered in the depths of heart. “I simply wished that I could see you, Lady Dimitrescu. . .” It was late, yes, but the need, the desperation had overruled thought and lead the women here, lingering at the steps of Castle Dimitrescu just as they once done when they first met all those decades ago, when their respective families came together to introduce the newest heirs. One could say it had been love at first sight, each of the women left silently captivated by the opposite. The once shy but ever so politely confident Donna Beneviento had been immediately entrapped, utterly enthralled by the beauty and grace that ever so effortlessly tumbled from the bold and daring Alcina Dimitrescu. “I. . . I can return, if you desire.” It fell ever so quietly, barely tumbling from her lips as her stomach was suddenly overwhelmed with seemingly endless nerves, her boot-covered feet tapping together lightly.

[vampcina]

The smaller woman hovers by the door, doesn’t come in even though Alcina had granted her silent permission. The vampire is quick to dismiss the apology, obviously finding no inconvenience in the woman’s visit however late it may be. Though she sort of froze at the words that followed.

Oh be still her heart. Such simple words would have the towering creature that reigned terror upon anyone that laid eyes upon her a complete mess.

𝗜 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗗𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗰𝘂.

The tall woman is quick to extend her hand and grab Donna’s as if to prevent her from physically taking any steps to leave. “Don’t you dare” she says with a soft smile and pulls the small woman inside, closing the door behind them. “Come” she says quietly, leading them to her chambers.

[signoraofthevalley]

She was left thoroughly surprised by Lady Dimitrescu’s hand upon her delicate wrist, gripping as if to prevent her from physically leaving the grounds of Castle Dimitrescu and caused her gaze to ascend, settling tentatively on the towering lord’s utterly breathtaking features. “Oh. . .” It tumbled forth in that of a startled gasp, the words causing the beat of her heart to rise, thundering swiftly as the Puppeteer found herself being swept inside. If one was fortunate enough to peak beneath the woman’s veil, they’d likely find Donna’s blushing cheeks as Alcina’s very actions left the woman feeling breathless.

[vampcina]

Golden hues cast sideways to look down at the doll maker at such a startled sound. Was it truly so unexpected? Alcina found all sorts of excuses often to touch Donna. She looks away once again, focusing on the path within the dark castle. There were few candles lit here and there but other than that, it was all darkness. They arrive at the vampire’s chambers and only then she releases the smaller woman’s wrist. Not before she lets her thumb stroke her inner wrist. The bed was almost impeccably made aside from where she had been beneath the covers, reading.

It was so silly, the way her slow beating heart starts to race so erratically.

“Make yourself confortable, dragă.”

[signoraofthevalley]

It was, in fact, ever so expected, the touch that was often received from by Lady Dimitrescu occurring more often than not and yet, in spite of the frequency, the Lord of the Valley’s lack of physical affection with everyone else that existed around her still left her completely and utterly at shock whenever touches were received. 

Perhaps, the sight of the women appeared somewhat ridiculous as Donna, tiny in her stature remained closer than one would deem usual as they travelled the darkened paths of the Castle. Her eyesight, whilst perfect, was limited not only by the loss of her left eye but the darkened fabric of her funeral garb that left what was left of her eyesight heavily obscured. And not to mention, Lady Dimitrescu’s presence left Donna feeling unusually at ease, without the usual stress that so often plagued her, weighed her down and returned her to a time where their village lived without Mother Miranda.

She hadn’t been within Alcina’s bedroom for centuries, from the time that had existed before Mother Miranda and it had, for the majority, remained the same with, of course, an exception for her furniture that had been reciprocated and made bigger. “Grazie, amore mio.” 

[vampcina]

Now that they were within their bedroom and Alcina had nothing else to keep her busy, she lets the knowledge crash into her. This is the first time in centuries that Donna has been into her chambers and the knowledge makes her — well nervous. Yes, Lady Alcina of castle Dimitrescu is nervous. Here she is with the woman who haunts her every thought and has done so ever since first meeting all those years ago.

The perfect Italian which falls from those sweet lips could’ve nade her heart burst through her chest. Oh how very alive did Donna make her feel with only her presences and a few spoken words. Damn mother Miranda. Damn her for taking this away from her.

Alcina smiles and nods gently, drifting back to the bed and to her previous spot.

[signoraofthevalley]

Donna had, for the merest of seconds, contemplated perching herself on the foot of the bed in means of being near pale-skinned beauty but far enough away to be deemed as respectful but the height was proving to be a source of worry. It was a climb that she’d be able to accomplish but the thought of Alcina seeing her struggle, even for a short moment, left the Lord of the Valley perturbed.

And well. . . There was also the other fact that it was Alcina’s personal bed.

She had chosen to remain lingering by the entrance, fingers toying together as her gaze travelled around the room strictly in search for that of a suitable seat and discovered one that is possibly used by her daughters considering the somewhat normal size of the elegantly-carved chair. Steps were soft, cautious of her surroundings not out of fear but worry. Alcina’s belongings were not only costly but a rarity, acquired through the passing time periods they had lived in.

[vampcina]

Golden hues settle on Donna who still hovers by the entrance. It makes frown slightly and she is ready to beckon the woman closer, closer to her and just about ready to lift her onto the bed. However the remaining Beneviento woman makes her way over to a smaller chair considering the size of the rest of the furniture. The tall woman feels disappointment settle within her as space is chosen. She is aware that Donna tries to be respectful, that she worries about crossing certain lines.

“You don’t have to sit so far, draga mea” her voice is gentle. It was also quite obvious that Donna will be staying through the night as she was not about to have the small woman trek back to her own home. “Besides, we can’t have you sleeping in a chair. Come here” she says, gesturing gently with her hand for the doll maker to come closer.

[signoraofthevalley]

She did not worry of crossing lines, per say. She was worried of crossing lines in both the wrong time and in the wrong place and bringing punishments upon the woman that holds her very heart. Miranda hadn’t known of their previous romance before their trials, discovering them at random and setting harsh lines that injured persistently, was one of the reasons that Donna felt so very vacant, so very defeated and had chosen her mourning garb as her outfit. She was mourning their delicate, blossoming love that had been snuffed out.

She hates those lines. Such lines that brought them both agony that remained unknown to those in their lives. Such lines that had been created by the tyrant that ruined their lives repeatedly and without regret. Mother Miranda had seen and continued to see their love as a sign of mutiny, and betrayal, a weak link in her little army. She missed Alcina, her charm and daring boldness, her touch and the way her kisses had felt, the way that her skin ached in desperation to be close and was never satisfied until they were cradled as one, pressed so close that one couldn’t figure out where one of them begun and the other ended.

She’d merely nodded and begun the short distance to the bed, clambering up the sides with surprising ease and agility, knowing that if she did not come by her own volition that Lady Dimitrescu would’ve soon come and moved the woman herself and not taken a no as an answer. “Better?”

[signoraofthevalley]

She lingered, delicate feet rocking back and forth as fingertips were captured in the midst of a desperate dance, her gaze unusually determined but in the very same moment uncertain, attempting to burn down the door that held the beloved @vampcina behind it to solve her current issue.

To say such an observation that the time of night is late was simply useless, the darkened hallways of Dimitrescu Castle a telling tale that Beneviento was lingering in the hours that belonged rightfully to the witches and ghouls.

Finally, after a period of time that the dollmaker had spent standing in the midst of the hallway, her tiny fist extended to rasp carefully, almost silently against the door. If it was anyone else, it wouldn’t have been heard but for someone such as Lady Dimitrescu it would have sounded just as loud as a simple knock.

[vampcina]

The tall woman resides in her chamber, a few candles lit to illuminate the room. She sat on the bed, back against the board and a book within a large hand. Small glasses were perched upon her nose as she read, golden hues running along each word that laid upon the pages before a knock interrupted her quiet night. She frowns, looking in the direction of the door. Who the hell could be at her door at this hour?

The vampire rises, setting the open book upon her nightstand. She wears a white nightgown, silk and loose around her tall frame. The woman begins to make her way to the main door and it is surprise when she sees Donna on the other side of it.

“Donna!” She takes a second, blinking before stepping back and letting the small woman inside. “Are you okay? It is late. . .” Not that she minded but Donna never visited this late.

[signoraofthevalley]

In spite of her delicate features being unseen, hidden behind the protection of her veil, the woman had simply offered the softest of simpers, fingers fleeting in their notions as they danced across worn palms that had been caused by seemingly endless years of persistent, heavy work. “I. . . I offer my apologies for the inconvenience my visits might have brought. . . I simply wished. . .” Her words tumbled to a breathless stop, her delicate lower lip captured by pristine teeth as the Puppeteer attempted ferociously to fight back those voices that rose, challenging the feelings that lingered in the depths of heart. “I simply wished that I could see you, Lady Dimitrescu. . .” It was late, yes, but the need, the desperation had overruled thought and lead the women here, lingering at the steps of Castle Dimitrescu just as they once done when they first met all those decades ago, when their respective families came together to introduce the newest heirs. One could say it had been love at first sight, each of the women left silently captivated by the opposite. The once shy but ever so politely confident Donna Beneviento had been immediately entrapped, utterly enthralled by the beauty and grace that ever so effortlessly tumbled from the bold and daring Alcina Dimitrescu. “I. . . I can return, if you desire.” It fell ever so quietly, barely tumbling from her lips as her stomach was suddenly overwhelmed with seemingly endless nerves, her boot-covered feet tapping together lightly.

[vampcina]

The smaller woman hovers by the door, doesn’t come in even though Alcina had granted her silent permission. The vampire is quick to dismiss the apology, obviously finding no inconvenience in the woman’s visit however late it may be. Though she sort of froze at the words that followed.

Oh be still her heart. Such simple words would have the towering creature that reigned terror upon anyone that laid eyes upon her a complete mess.

𝗜 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗗𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗰𝘂.

The tall woman is quick to extend her hand and grab Donna’s as if to prevent her from physically taking any steps to leave. “Don’t you dare” she says with a soft smile and pulls the small woman inside, closing the door behind them. “Come” she says quietly, leading them to her chambers.

[signoraofthevalley]

She was left thoroughly surprised by Lady Dimitrescu’s hand upon her delicate wrist, gripping as if to prevent her from physically leaving the grounds of Castle Dimitrescu and caused her gaze to ascend, settling tentatively on the towering lord’s utterly breathtaking features. “Oh. . .” It tumbled forth in that of a startled gasp, the words causing the beat of her heart to rise, thundering swiftly as the Puppeteer found herself being swept inside. If one was fortunate enough to peak beneath the woman’s veil, they’d likely find Donna’s blushing cheeks as Alcina’s very actions left the woman feeling breathless.

[vampcina]

Golden hues cast sideways to look down at the doll maker at such a startled sound. Was it truly so unexpected? Alcina found all sorts of excuses often to touch Donna. She looks away once again, focusing on the path within the dark castle. There were few candles lit here and there but other than that, it was all darkness. They arrive at the vampire’s chambers and only then she releases the smaller woman’s wrist. Not before she lets her thumb stroke her inner wrist. The bed was almost impeccably made aside from where she had been beneath the covers, reading.

It was so silly, the way her slow beating heart starts to race so erratically.

“Make yourself confortable, dragă.”

[signoraofthevalley]

It was, in fact, ever so expected, the touch that was often received from by Lady Dimitrescu occurring more often than not and yet, in spite of the frequency, the Lord of the Valley’s lack of physical affection with everyone else that existed around her still left her completely and utterly at shock whenever touches were received. 

Perhaps, the sight of the women appeared somewhat ridiculous as Donna, tiny in her stature remained closer than one would deem usual as they travelled the darkened paths of the Castle. Her eyesight, whilst perfect, was limited not only by the loss of her left eye but the darkened fabric of her funeral garb that left what was left of her eyesight heavily obscured. And not to mention, Lady Dimitrescu’s presence left Donna feeling unusually at ease, without the usual stress that so often plagued her, weighed her down and returned her to a time where their village lived without Mother Miranda.

She hadn’t been within Alcina’s bedroom for centuries, from the time that had existed before Mother Miranda and it had, for the majority, remained the same with, of course, an exception for her furniture that had been reciprocated and made bigger. “Grazie, amore mio.” 

[vampcina]

Now that they were within their bedroom and Alcina had nothing else to keep her busy, she lets the knowledge crash into her. This is the first time in centuries that Donna has been into her chambers and the knowledge makes her — well nervous. Yes, Lady Alcina of castle Dimitrescu is nervous. Here she is with the woman who haunts her every thought and has done so ever since first meeting all those years ago.

The perfect Italian which falls from those sweet lips could’ve nade her heart burst through her chest. Oh how very alive did Donna make her feel with only her presences and a few spoken words. Damn mother Miranda. Damn her for taking this away from her.

Alcina smiles and nods gently, drifting back to the bed and to her previous spot.

[signoraofthevalley]

Donna had, for the merest of seconds, contemplated perching herself on the foot of the bed in means of being near pale-skinned beauty but far enough away to be deemed as respectful but the height was proving to be a source of worry. It was a climb that she’d be able to accomplish but the thought of Alcina seeing her struggle, even for a short moment, left the Lord of the Valley perturbed.

And well. . . There was also the other fact that it was Alcina’s personal bed.

She had chosen to remain lingering by the entrance, fingers toying together as her gaze travelled around the room strictly in search for that of a suitable seat and discovered one that is possibly used by her daughters considering the somewhat normal size of the elegantly-carved chair. Steps were soft, cautious of her surroundings not out of fear but worry. Alcina’s belongings were not only costly but a rarity, acquired through the passing time periods they had lived in.

[signoraofthevalley]

She lingered, delicate feet rocking back and forth as fingertips were captured in the midst of a desperate dance, her gaze unusually determined but in the very same moment uncertain, attempting to burn down the door that held the beloved @vampcina behind it to solve her current issue.

To say such an observation that the time of night is late was simply useless, the darkened hallways of Dimitrescu Castle a telling tale that Beneviento was lingering in the hours that belonged rightfully to the witches and ghouls.

Finally, after a period of time that the dollmaker had spent standing in the midst of the hallway, her tiny fist extended to rasp carefully, almost silently against the door. If it was anyone else, it wouldn’t have been heard but for someone such as Lady Dimitrescu it would have sounded just as loud as a simple knock.

[vampcina]

The tall woman resides in her chamber, a few candles lit to illuminate the room. She sat on the bed, back against the board and a book within a large hand. Small glasses were perched upon her nose as she read, golden hues running along each word that laid upon the pages before a knock interrupted her quiet night. She frowns, looking in the direction of the door. Who the hell could be at her door at this hour?

The vampire rises, setting the open book upon her nightstand. She wears a white nightgown, silk and loose around her tall frame. The woman begins to make her way to the main door and it is surprise when she sees Donna on the other side of it.

“Donna!” She takes a second, blinking before stepping back and letting the small woman inside. “Are you okay? It is late. . .” Not that she minded but Donna never visited this late.

[signoraofthevalley]

In spite of her delicate features being unseen, hidden behind the protection of her veil, the woman had simply offered the softest of simpers, fingers fleeting in their notions as they danced across worn palms that had been caused by seemingly endless years of persistent, heavy work. “I. . . I offer my apologies for the inconvenience my visits might have brought. . . I simply wished. . .” Her words tumbled to a breathless stop, her delicate lower lip captured by pristine teeth as the Puppeteer attempted ferociously to fight back those voices that rose, challenging the feelings that lingered in the depths of heart. “I simply wished that I could see you, Lady Dimitrescu. . .” It was late, yes, but the need, the desperation had overruled thought and lead the women here, lingering at the steps of Castle Dimitrescu just as they once done when they first met all those decades ago, when their respective families came together to introduce the newest heirs. One could say it had been love at first sight, each of the women left silently captivated by the opposite. The once shy but ever so politely confident Donna Beneviento had been immediately entrapped, utterly enthralled by the beauty and grace that ever so effortlessly tumbled from the bold and daring Alcina Dimitrescu. “I. . . I can return, if you desire.” It fell ever so quietly, barely tumbling from her lips as her stomach was suddenly overwhelmed with seemingly endless nerves, her boot-covered feet tapping together lightly.

[vampcina]

The smaller woman hovers by the door, doesn’t come in even though Alcina had granted her silent permission. The vampire is quick to dismiss the apology, obviously finding no inconvenience in the woman’s visit however late it may be. Though she sort of froze at the words that followed.

Oh be still her heart. Such simple words would have the towering creature that reigned terror upon anyone that laid eyes upon her a complete mess.

𝗜 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗗𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗰𝘂.

The tall woman is quick to extend her hand and grab Donna’s as if to prevent her from physically taking any steps to leave. “Don’t you dare” she says with a soft smile and pulls the small woman inside, closing the door behind them. “Come” she says quietly, leading them to her chambers.

[signoraofthevalley]

She was left thoroughly surprised by Lady Dimitrescu’s hand upon her delicate wrist, gripping as if to prevent her from physically leaving the grounds of Castle Dimitrescu and caused her gaze to ascend, settling tentatively on the towering lord’s utterly breathtaking features. “Oh. . .” It tumbled forth in that of a startled gasp, the words causing the beat of her heart to rise, thundering swiftly as the Puppeteer found herself being swept inside. If one was fortunate enough to peak beneath the woman’s veil, they’d likely find Donna’s blushing cheeks as Alcina’s very actions left the woman feeling breathless.

[vampcina]

Golden hues cast sideways to look down at the doll maker at such a startled sound. Was it truly so unexpected? Alcina found all sorts of excuses often to touch Donna. She looks away once again, focusing on the path within the dark castle. There were few candles lit here and there but other than that, it was all darkness. They arrive at the vampire’s chambers and only then she releases the smaller woman’s wrist. Not before she lets her thumb stroke her inner wrist. The bed was almost impeccably made aside from where she had been beneath the covers, reading.

It was so silly, the way her slow beating heart starts to race so erratically.

“Make yourself confortable, dragă.”

[signoraofthevalley]

It was, in fact, ever so expected, the touch that was often received from by Lady Dimitrescu occurring more often than not and yet, in spite of the frequency, the Lord of the Valley’s lack of physical affection with everyone else that existed around her still left her completely and utterly at shock whenever touches were received. 

Perhaps, the sight of the women appeared somewhat ridiculous as Donna, tiny in her stature remained closer than one would deem usual as they travelled the darkened paths of the Castle. Her eyesight, whilst perfect, was limited not only by the loss of her left eye but the darkened fabric of her funeral garb that left what was left of her eyesight heavily obscured. And not to mention, Lady Dimitrescu’s presence left Donna feeling unusually at ease, without the usual stress that so often plagued her, weighed her down and returned her to a time where their village lived without Mother Miranda.

She hadn’t been within Alcina’s bedroom for centuries, from the time that had existed before Mother Miranda and it had, for the majority, remained the same with, of course, an exception for her furniture that had been reciprocated and made bigger. “Grazie, amore mio.” 

[signoraofthevalley]

She lingered, delicate feet rocking back and forth as fingertips were captured in the midst of a desperate dance, her gaze unusually determined but in the very same moment uncertain, attempting to burn down the door that held the beloved @vampcina behind it to solve her current issue.

To say such an observation that the time of night is late was simply useless, the darkened hallways of Dimitrescu Castle a telling tale that Beneviento was lingering in the hours that belonged rightfully to the witches and ghouls.

Finally, after a period of time that the dollmaker had spent standing in the midst of the hallway, her tiny fist extended to rasp carefully, almost silently against the door. If it was anyone else, it wouldn’t have been heard but for someone such as Lady Dimitrescu it would have sounded just as loud as a simple knock.

[vampcina]

The tall woman resides in her chamber, a few candles lit to illuminate the room. She sat on the bed, back against the board and a book within a large hand. Small glasses were perched upon her nose as she read, golden hues running along each word that laid upon the pages before a knock interrupted her quiet night. She frowns, looking in the direction of the door. Who the hell could be at her door at this hour?

The vampire rises, setting the open book upon her nightstand. She wears a white nightgown, silk and loose around her tall frame. The woman begins to make her way to the main door and it is surprise when she sees Donna on the other side of it.

“Donna!” She takes a second, blinking before stepping back and letting the small woman inside. “Are you okay? It is late. . .” Not that she minded but Donna never visited this late.

[signoraofthevalley]

In spite of her delicate features being unseen, hidden behind the protection of her veil, the woman had simply offered the softest of simpers, fingers fleeting in their notions as they danced across worn palms that had been caused by seemingly endless years of persistent, heavy work. “I. . . I offer my apologies for the inconvenience my visits might have brought. . . I simply wished. . .” Her words tumbled to a breathless stop, her delicate lower lip captured by pristine teeth as the Puppeteer attempted ferociously to fight back those voices that rose, challenging the feelings that lingered in the depths of heart. “I simply wished that I could see you, Lady Dimitrescu. . .” It was late, yes, but the need, the desperation had overruled thought and lead the women here, lingering at the steps of Castle Dimitrescu just as they once done when they first met all those decades ago, when their respective families came together to introduce the newest heirs. One could say it had been love at first sight, each of the women left silently captivated by the opposite. The once shy but ever so politely confident Donna Beneviento had been immediately entrapped, utterly enthralled by the beauty and grace that ever so effortlessly tumbled from the bold and daring Alcina Dimitrescu. “I. . . I can return, if you desire.” It fell ever so quietly, barely tumbling from her lips as her stomach was suddenly overwhelmed with seemingly endless nerves, her boot-covered feet tapping together lightly.

[vampcina]

The smaller woman hovers by the door, doesn’t come in even though Alcina had granted her silent permission. The vampire is quick to dismiss the apology, obviously finding no inconvenience in the woman’s visit however late it may be. Though she sort of froze at the words that followed.

Oh be still her heart. Such simple words would have the towering creature that reigned terror upon anyone that laid eyes upon her a complete mess.

𝗜 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗗𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗰𝘂.

The tall woman is quick to extend her hand and grab Donna’s as if to prevent her from physically taking any steps to leave. “Don’t you dare” she says with a soft smile and pulls the small woman inside, closing the door behind them. “Come” she says quietly, leading them to her chambers.

[signoraofthevalley]

She was left thoroughly surprised by Lady Dimitrescu’s hand upon her delicate wrist, gripping as if to prevent her from physically leaving the grounds of Castle Dimitrescu and caused her gaze to ascend, settling tentatively on the towering lord’s utterly breathtaking features. “Oh. . .” It tumbled forth in that of a startled gasp, the words causing the beat of her heart to rise, thundering swiftly as the Puppeteer found herself being swept inside. If one was fortunate enough to peak beneath the woman’s veil, they’d likely find Donna’s blushing cheeks as Alcina’s very actions left the woman feeling breathless.

[signoraofthevalley]

She lingered, delicate feet rocking back and forth as fingertips were captured in the midst of a desperate dance, her gaze unusually determined but in the very same moment uncertain, attempting to burn down the door that held the beloved @vampcina behind it to solve her current issue.

To say such an observation that the time of night is late was simply useless, the darkened hallways of Dimitrescu Castle a telling tale that Beneviento was lingering in the hours that belonged rightfully to the witches and ghouls.

Finally, after a period of time that the dollmaker had spent standing in the midst of the hallway, her tiny fist extended to rasp carefully, almost silently against the door. If it was anyone else, it wouldn’t have been heard but for someone such as Lady Dimitrescu it would have sounded just as loud as a simple knock.

[vampcina]

The tall woman resides in her chamber, a few candles lit to illuminate the room. She sat on the bed, back against the board and a book within a large hand. Small glasses were perched upon her nose as she read, golden hues running along each word that laid upon the pages before a knock interrupted her quiet night. She frowns, looking in the direction of the door. Who the hell could be at her door at this hour?

The vampire rises, setting the open book upon her nightstand. She wears a white nightgown, silk and loose around her tall frame. The woman begins to make her way to the main door and it is surprise when she sees Donna on the other side of it.

“Donna!” She takes a second, blinking before stepping back and letting the small woman inside. “Are you okay? It is late. . .” Not that she minded but Donna never visited this late.

[signoraofthevalley]

In spite of her delicate features being unseen, hidden behind the protection of her veil, the woman had simply offered the softest of simpers, fingers fleeting in their notions as they danced across worn palms that had been caused by seemingly endless years of persistent, heavy work. “I. . . I offer my apologies for the inconvenience my visits might have brought. . . I simply wished. . .” Her words tumbled to a breathless stop, her delicate lower lip captured by pristine teeth as the Puppeteer attempted ferociously to fight back those voices that rose, challenging the feelings that lingered in the depths of heart. “I simply wished that I could see you, Lady Dimitrescu. . .” It was late, yes, but the need, the desperation had overruled thought and lead the women here, lingering at the steps of Castle Dimitrescu just as they once done when they first met all those decades ago, when their respective families came together to introduce the newest heirs. One could say it had been love at first sight, each of the women left silently captivated by the opposite. The once shy but ever so politely confident Donna Beneviento had been immediately entrapped, utterly enthralled by the beauty and grace that ever so effortlessly tumbled from the bold and daring Alcina Dimitrescu. “I. . . I can return, if you desire.” It fell ever so quietly, barely tumbling from her lips as her stomach was suddenly overwhelmed with seemingly endless nerves, her boot-covered feet tapping together lightly.

[signoraofthevalley]

She lingered, delicate feet rocking back and forth as fingertips were captured in the midst of a desperate dance, her gaze unusually determined but in the very same moment uncertain, attempting to burn down the door that held the beloved @vampcina behind it to solve her current issue.

To say such an observation that the time of night is late was simply useless, the darkened hallways of Dimitrescu Castle a telling tale that Beneviento was lingering in the hours that belonged rightfully to the witches and ghouls.

Finally, after a period of time that the dollmaker had spent standing in the midst of the hallway, her tiny fist extended to rasp carefully, almost silently against the door. If it was anyone else, it wouldn’t have been heard but for someone such as Lady Dimitrescu it would have sounded just as loud as a simple knock.

[bittersurvivor]

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[signoraofthevalley]

Give this a little like for a sentence starter from  𝐷𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝐵𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 . . .

[denvitavargen]

*     𝐆𝐖𝐘𝐍𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐃𝐃   ,   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄   𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅    [ … ]    underneath  lies  an  overflowing  sea  of  goodwill,  good  humour  and  an  honest  readiness  to  help  his  friends,  be  it  with  a  bit  of  sound  advice  or  the  masterful  application  of  his  blade…

❝ 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝖾… ❞

𝐈𝐍𝐃. 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕. 𝐒𝐄𝐋. geralt of rivia of the witcher verse. fate has little mercy for him, piling obstacles in his way, yet he trudges on. written by pandy.  

[lilacdulcis]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐘𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐆

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 〝 𝐈’𝐌 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝑵𝑶𝑻

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓〞

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀——

𝐈𝐍𝐃. 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕. 𝐒𝐄𝐋. an independent portrayal of Yennefer Of Vengerberg from the witcher verse. written by loba.

[exsecratuss]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐀 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 〝 𝐈’𝐌 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 〞

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀——

𝐈𝐍𝐃. 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕. 𝐒𝐄𝐋. an original character crafted for the witcher verse. written by loba.