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clairvoycnts:

in marissa’s experience, she’d learned not to trust. which was why it was hard to believe that this male had good intentions. “i’m not special enough to be protected,” the witch repeated. it was ridiculous. to expect protection from anyone. especially it’s not exactly as though she was important. or desired. just simply ended up in the wrong places. at the wrong time.

“Shouldn’t I decide that?” Nicklas wasn’t even sure as to why he was trying to hard. She was just some mortal, he shouldn’t care about her well-being. He summed it up to simple boredom. “Besides, you should start seeing the importance in yourself more. The self-pity act gets pretty boring.”

#( c. marissa )

clairvoycnts:

marissa knew what that meant. ryan had told her everything about vampires and their lore. she now carried vervain with her whether she went. not to mention brewed it into a tea. “but– why would you…?” eyebrows furrowed at his words. “what would you get out of protecting me?”

“Nothing, probably.” He shrugged his shoulders. He couldn’t think of any reason why, he just saw it as another thing to keep him busy. “I protect someone else as well, may as well add you onto that list.” Not the best argument. “Besides, it’s good to make friends. Don’t you think?”

#( c. marissa )#shh its ok emma wont come near her

douxbeige

stargczcr

@emmxs

#( ft. emma )#( ft. nicklas )#b y e

emmxs:

his arms around her waist was a welcomed feeling. it was the most affection nicklas had given emma since she had arrived back in his life. at first, it hadn’t been a problem. but then the vampire had found herself aching for it. wanting him to touch her as he once did. to show her that she was his. that’s when he spoke. the words struck emma in the heart. it was perfect. her plan had worked and he was literally crumbling in her arms. but yet, she didn’t feel as satisfied as she wanted. in fact, all she actually wanted was to comfort him. not out of her selfishness. not for her own gain. but because that’s what he needed. nicklas needed comfort and emma didn’t want to see him unhappy.

she didn’t even have time to mentally curse herself before her own arms were wrapped around him. one hand in his hair, stroking it like she once used to so long ago. a soothing gesture. the bottom of her chin rested gently on the top of his head. nicklas always did have a way of working himself under her skin. he was almost as good as emma at getting her to do what he wanted. but, of course, that’s never what he intended. despite the terrible things they committed in their time together, nick still remained to be one of the purest souls emma had ever encountered. the only person that saw beneath her various facades and hard exterior. the vampire did actually care for him deeply. did still have love for him. despite how much she had tried to deny it.

there was a slight satisfaction when he claimed being without her ruined him. emma couldn’t help it. she felt powerful in that moment. but– her plan had changed. was she still here to use him? did she still simply require his protection? or did she want to now be with him? “shhh, my dear. you have me, i’m here.” the words were whispered as she continued to sooth him. “it can be.” emma pulled away, looking at him in the eyes again. “of course it can be. do you love me again?” she had to forget these childish fantasies of love. emma didn’t love anymore. she just needed nicklas for her own selfishness. at least, that’s what she kept telling herself. now, after this, she wasn’t so sure anymore.

The pair were inseparable for hundreds of years, truly one of Nicklas’ only serious romantic relationships. The vampire has been with many partners but he always left them before it became anything more. He was in no way afraid of commitment, in fact he yearned for it, but he was terrified of anyone seeing past his facade for too long. Emma, however, managed to stay with him through thick and thin, for better and for worse. It was almost a miracle how they managed to stay together for so long. Perhaps that’s why Nicklas snapped and abandoned her after some time, during one of his many identity crises.

He immediately melted in her touch, his shoulders relaxing as fingers ran through his hair. He remembered the first night he knew he was in love with Emma, laying his head in her lap as she stroked through his hair. All he had to do was glance up at her, take in her beauty as she smiled down at her, and in that instant he knew he was head over heels. He didn’t even have to think about it before the words came spilling from his lips, confessing his undying affection. It was a time he felt truly happy and he would give anything to return to that feeling once again.

‘Do you love me again?’ her words rang through his ears, his brows furrowing in confusion. Of course, she had every right to believe his feelings may have died out, considering how suddenly he disappeared from her life. He would never forgive himself for that, he just hoped that one day he could earn hers. “Emma,” He slowly unwrapped his arms from around her waist, shifting so that he could cup her cheeks instead. He needed her to believe his next words so he took the time to ensure his voice was steady and calm, leaving no room for misinterpretation. “I never stopped loving you.”

#( c. emma )#rip june

clairvoycnts:

still feigning innocence. naivety. the best form of keeping safe, or so she hoped. “why? are you a body guard? i’m not sure i could afford or particularly need one of those. i’m not special.” but it was strange, if he was vampire, for him to offer to keep her safe. maybe this was his trick. lure them into a false sense of security then feed off them. that wasn’t a position marissa wanted to be in.

“I’m too pretty to be a bodyguard.” He jested with a chuckle. He eyed her up for a moment as he thought about his next words. “I’m an original though, quite a frightening trait.” If he was correct with his assumptions, she would know what he meant. He imagined it would cease her attempts at playing innocent. “Don’t worry, I have no interest in causing you harm.”

#( c. marissa )#slap that grin off his face gdi

tristan-erickson:

“I’m taking it under consideration,” He tried to retain a straight face in the wake of his younger brother. But this was his family and if anyone could manage to break through his guarded facade it was them. “Nah, you’re still my kid brother, even after all this time.” It was teasing condescension; there was love behind those words. Even a thousand years later, he still saw the little kid who Nicklas had been. Nearly a decade separated the two of them when once they were human but Tristan still had tried to be an older brother while having his own family. “Well, don’t try to charm me, it won’t work. I know your tricks.” He remembered all to well, the charmer down at the pub and just shaking his head with an admiration for the younger brother who lived life by his own rules.

“Hey now, I’m not that old. I haven’t started losing my mind,” He added on after a small pause, “At least not yet.” Though there was probably a few vampires that would accuse him of having done so considering his lifestyle among humans. “I don’t think any of us planned to return home.” It was a simple statement with so much history that only those with the name Erickson could understand. Memories that weren’t easy to forget no matter how far you ran to the other side of the world. Personal demons never let go. “I was in Quebec City and rumor had it that the Erickson’s were all gathering in their old homestead. I have missed you all.” Just because he had stayed away or chosen to remain at a distance, his family had still crossed his mind. “Have you seen any of the others?”

“Please don’t call me your kid brother.” He grimaced at the comment. “I do have a reputation to uphold.” He teased with a laugh, although deep down he was rather sensitive about his image. The last thing he needed was for someone to see him as Tristan’s kid brother. “If you knew my tricks then you would be going home with someone by now.” He retorted with a smirk, quite proud of himself and his questionable ways.

“I’m surprised you haven’t.” Heaven knows Nicklas was close to losing his own mind, he was no stranger to the multiple breakdowns he’s had during his lifetime. None of which his siblings have seen, at least he hoped they hadn’t. “I was almost certain I would never return home. Looks like fate had another idea.” Nicklas did not hate his hometown, he just felt as if there was nothing left for him here. Perhaps he was wrong. “Quebec, huh? Suits you.” He nodded his head in agreement with himself. “Most of them, yeah.” He shrugged. “I’m living back at home for the moment, so it’s difficult to avoid them.”

#( c. tristan )

mikaherikson

blood is better

stargczcr

mikaherikson:

“Something in the air, huh?” He straightens his back, shoulders roll, “That always bodes well.” A toothy grin appears on his face while he rubs the nape of his neck, “Yeah, well-,” a forced laugh, “Wouldn’t say it has been the warmest of receptions.” He wasn’t complaining. Knew it was his own goddamn fault. “I guess I decided I was tired of being a stranger. Probably about seventy years too late for that grand epiphany, right?”

“It never does.” He responded with a sigh. It was only a matter of time before chaos erupted -- again. “What did you expect? We aren’t exactly warm people.” Both figuratively and literally. “We’re immortal, too late isn’t something we have to worry about.” Which only made it easier to neglect relationships and the like, something Nicklas was quite prone to avoiding. “We’re all here now. No need to dwell in the past.”

#( c. mikah )

taryn-vasseur:

“— so hypothetically speaking, if somebody wanted to find someone who may or may not want to be found… where would they begin?” Lithe arms moved to wrap across her frame as Taryn peered over at the other person. As if to prove she absolutely was not referring to herself she blinked a few times with wide innocent eyes. “I’m asking for a friend, obviously.”

“You need connections.” He responded with a slight smirk. Nicklas liked to believe this would be an area of expertise for him. Well, he knew how to vanish at a moments notice. Finding someone shouldn’t be all that different. “Someone always leaves a trail, no matter how good at hiding they are.”

#( c. taryn )#hella distant uncle of some sort at ur service

#( ft. ooc )

tristan-erickson:

Small talk carried out with the stranger next to him at the bar; a tourist there to see the beautiful city of the bayou; they talked about how the city seemed to have come back after Katrina and was recovering. Useless small talk that Tristan was happy to carry on. Maybe it was a silly amusement for someone a millennium old, but blending in and seeing people live life had always been what most captivated the eldest Erickson. Perhaps it was because his own life had been taken; he enjoyed hearing how other’s spent theres.

What he didn’t expect that evening, and maybe in some guilty fashion was avoiding by not going to the family homestead, was seeing said family. He’d always kept tabs on his brothers and sisters, protected them from their own stupidity from a distance but often slinked back into his world before their paths cross. Not this night as Nicklas pretty much threw himself in between Tristan and the anonymous tourist in a way that said, without words demanded attention. “Weren’t you taught better manners then to interrupt the adults while their talking.” He taunted his younger brother who wasn’t a child by any means of the word. “You think I could possibly forget you?”

“Ah, do you still not consider me an adult?” He chuckled. He wouldn’t be surprised if that was true. Nicklas had a knack for being childish, only ever looking out for his own enjoyment. Sure, he was kind but at the same time incredibly selfish. “Being a gentleman is reserved for those I’m trying to charm.” He spoke as if it should be common knowledge.

“We haven’t seen one another for quite some time. It wouldn’t be unreasonable that you forgot.” Nicklas would understand, a thousand years of life did quite a number on the mind. Although, he wished it was easier to forget. There were a few memories he would rather get rid of. “I did not expect to see you back home. Well -- I never expected to return home myself.”

#( c. tristan )

caryserikson:

— UNDERSTAND, did any truly understand her, she begged to differ, not believing his words, but nicklas was a wanderer, he always had been. everyone was accustomed to his disappearing acts. “ — had as much as EXPECTED.” so close to none as she wandered the european seaside.

He frowned as he took in her expression, the way she spoke, and something did not sit right with him. Although he could not quite place his finger on it. “I hope you’re alright, Carys.” It was the best he could offer without being intrusive. Heaven knows he hate to have someone poking around his problems

#( c. carys )

goldcnfaith:

Ruth smiled at him BEFORE a look of feigned surprise crossed her face. “Is that a GREY hair I see ?” She mused before reaching for a strand of his brown hair. So much for not being old. “Well , UNCLE NICK , I can officially say you’re one QUESTIONABLE influence.” She teased before putting her phone && hands back in her pockets. “You can sure try … But I don’t think you’re her type.”

His expression fell into a look of horror before he realised such a thing was near to impossible. “Don’t even joke.” He chuckled as he shook his head, fully prepared to examine his hair once he got home. “Questionable but fun nonetheless.” He reminded her with a grin. “I may not be her type but I still have a way with words. Besides, I’m pretty great at compulsion too.”

#( c. ruth )

mikaherikson

blood is better

stargczcr

mikaherikson:

“I expect there to be some fanfare should you return,” he said as he walked towards him - his voice turns to caution, “Fair warning.” Mikah laughs while he gives his brother a hug, “Dragged? C’mon. Couldn’t miss an Erikson family reunion could I?” He creates space once more. His eyes scan the area while his shoulders resign to an uncommitted shrug, “Must have lost my invitation in the mail though.”

“I would be insulted if it were anything less.” He chuckled as he returned the embrace. “Do you honestly think anyone got an invitation?” He scoffed as he stepped away. “As far as I know, everyone just seemed to show up. It must be something in the air.” It seemed far to convenient for such a sudden reunion. “Any particular reason you decided to show up? Besides missing your loving family.”

#( c. mikah )

esmeceltradat:

“Of course I do. Never doubt the purity of your heart, Nicklas,” her voice was serious, a sense of urgency played underneath, “You mustn’t. It will ruin you.” He was beautiful in his own way. So beautiful, Esmé could cry - would cry if he lost it. Though immortality granted the possibility of forever, she knew in her heart of hearts that all beautiful things must die - sooner or later. That was the way of the world. To taint the beautiful. Erode from the outside, corrode from within. Like all comedies, if continued for long enough, turn into tragedies.

His kiss left a mark on her lips. One invisible to the eye, but felt by her person - she now possessed it. Put it away in her mental file cabinet, to either return to later or dispose of. Her finger slides down her neck, then chest, then abdomen - loosening her robe and revealing the flesh underneath. It slips off her shoulders, spilled onto the chaise at her waist. She gently places his hand over her heart, “Do you feel that?” She allows the silence to fill them, though she knew he heard much more, “I am mortal. One day it will stop beating. Time is fleeting.” She promptly lifts herself from their sleepy comforts and steps out of the robe - walking towards a dark hallway as she whispers, “How will you choose to spend it?”

“I’ll try not to.” That was a promise he could not make nor keep. The subject of who he was seemed to be a sensitive subject to him. Especially as of late. Nicklas was forever lost in trying to be who someone else wanted to him to be rather then become his own person. The vampire has lost himself during his immortality and he was unsure if it was something he could ever regain.

Nicklas watched her with a mesmerized gaze as the robe slipped from her shoulders. Intimacy was one of the easiest ways to catch his attention, the desire for affection captivating his entire being. The flutter of her heart almost made him reminisce over the times his own heart was alive but he quickly shook those thoughts away as she walks away from him. “Let us not waste such precious time, then.” A soft smile tugged at his lips as he proceeded to follow her.

#( c. esme )#nsfw ish //

emmxs:

nicklas had been missing all day. something that unnerved emma. because usually, he would inform her of where he was going. then she’d either allow it, insist that she tag along or convince him to stay with her. but today, nothing. so she had searched for him. actually longing to be near him. it was getting to that point again. where she didn’t want to be a part from him. she must push personal feelings aside. focus on just staying safe. using him.

that was until she returned to his home. found the scene in front of her. nick. her maker. sire. lover. protector. he look torn and tortured and her heart pined. emma rarely showed true emotions. rarely felt them. but she couldn’t deny that she had always loved nick. in her own, twisted way. if it was anyone else presented to her like this, she’d regard them as pathetic. they were vampires, after all. killing and feeding were in their nature. but this was different.

“nicklas,” soft voice spoke out as emma approached him slowly. bending down in front of him, gentle hands cupped his face. “my darling. no you haven’t.” of all people, he should know that emma wouldn’t find this horrible. it’s what the blonde did everyday. in fact, this opportunity presented itself perfectly. maybe, just maybe, she could get back the nick that she had fallen in love with some three hundred years ago.

Nicklas circled his arms around her waist in a desperate need for her affection. He had almost forgotten how poorly he functioned without her. Nicklas rarely showed his true self, hiding behind various masks to disguise how poorly he thought of himself. His charade is so convincing the vampire himself even forgets how truly vile he is. Emma, however, saw through all of that. She knew every awful thing about him and still graced him with her love.

“I need you.” He whispered softly as he pulled her in closer, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “I need you, Em.” He repeated himself a bit more clearly. “Being without you ruined me.” Nicklas spent so many years trying to reject his true nature, convince himself that he was above all of this, but he was barley a decent person when he was human. He only ever thought of himself, his desires, his vain perception of love. He only ever sought out this righteous act in the hopes his childhood sweetheart would fall for it.

“I just...I just want to go back to how we used to be.” Perhaps this was another childish dream he was latching onto. Nicklas could never quite decide who he wanted to be, he more so focused on what others wanted him to be. It was easier jumping through personalities than to accept himself.

#( c. emma )

solcna:

“ interesting how ?? was it because i’m not afraid to threaten you ?? ”

“Pretty much. Threats are a rare experience for me.”

#( c. solana )

@emmxs

Nicklas sat on the wooden floors of his room, back pressed against the wall as he stared up at the ceiling. Blood stained his face, still dripping from his lips and dripping down his neck. Unfortunately his hands were tainted as well, painted a scarlet red that left no wondering to the crimes he has committed.

He could not blame this on starvation, that he was too weak to control his urges, he drank from his victim with a clear mind. Nicklas was fully aware of his actions and he enjoyed every second of it. Although now that he was left to dwell on his actions, the feeling of guilt began to nag at his mind. He was not ashamed of what he has done, his guilt was placed solely on selfish thoughts. He was worried of what others would think of him, a certain someone coming to mind, and he could not face the look of disgust one would have at the sight of him.

As quickly as that thought came he could hear heels clicking against the floors, his eyes darting towards the door as he was met with a familiar blonde. “Emma.” He breathed out, lips trembling as a sudden wave of emotions overwhelmed him. “I’ve done a horrible thing.”

#( c. emma )#emma pls he needs you #blood //

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