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@stlucy
one . i sit in the forest talking of death , which is monotonous : though there are many ways of dying , there is only one death song . the colour of mist : it says 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚢 ?
two . i do not want revenge , i do not want expiation . i only want to ask someone how i was lost . 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 !
socialites . lucy westenra of dracula canon . bitten by annie , prev . stlucy .
one . i sit in the forest talking of death , which is monotonous : though there are many ways of dying , there is only one death song . the colour of mist : it says 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚢 ?
two . i do not want revenge , i do not want expiation . i only want to ask someone how i was lost . 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 !
socialites . lucy westenra of dracula canon . bitten by annie , prev . stlucy .
one . i sit in the forest talking of death , which is monotonous : though there are many ways of dying , there is only one death song . the colour of mist : it says 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚢 ?
two . i do not want revenge , i do not want expiation . i only want to ask someone how i was lost . 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 !
socialites . lucy westenra of dracula canon . bitten by annie , prev . stlucy .
one . i sit in the forest talking of death , which is monotonous : though there are many ways of dying , there is only one death song . the colour of mist : it says 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚢 ?
two . i do not want revenge , i do not want expiation . i only want to ask someone how i was lost . 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 !
socialites . lucy westenra of dracula canon . bitten by annie , prev . stlucy .
one . i sit in the forest talking of death , which is monotonous : though there are many ways of dying , there is only one death song . the colour of mist : it says 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚢 ?
two . i do not want revenge , i do not want expiation . i only want to ask someone how i was lost . 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 !
socialites . lucy westenra of dracula canon . bitten by annie , prev . stlucy .
one . i sit in the forest talking of death , which is monotonous : though there are many ways of dying , there is only one death song . the colour of mist : it says 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚢 ?
two . i do not want revenge , i do not want expiation . i only want to ask someone how i was lost . 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 !
socialites . lucy westenra of dracula canon . bitten by annie , prev . stlucy .
one . i sit in the forest talking of death , which is monotonous : though there are many ways of dying , there is only one death song . the colour of mist : it says 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚢 ?
two . i do not want revenge , i do not want expiation . i only want to ask someone how i was lost . 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 !
socialites . lucy westenra of dracula canon . bitten by annie , prev . stlucy .
so, i’ve moved!!! i can’t turn beta off this fucking blog as of this morning and i live in hell, so i’m doing what i was gonna do ages ago and lucy’s been shoved somewhere new. i’ll be reblogging the promo periodically, i hope to see you in the new space !!
ˋ ◞ * @slvrbnd / lucio . 𝚂𝚈𝙼𝙱𝙾𝙻𝚂 . —— ✎ = 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒 .
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 . and prefers not to specify what about in regards to him , but lucy imagines it has something to do with the love he has accepted . she pulls away from him to tug the curtains closed , lucio will be cross at the rising sun with the hangover he’s nursing .
but what he says as he’s stirred by the loss of her warmth is not the common tongue . she cannot understand it in words , but she knows that tone . he implores her in a soft way that is foreign to her to return to bed . she replies without thinking .
“ 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 , 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 . 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 , 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 . ” she doesn’t drag her feet , knowing that while he will not be cross with her , he will pout until she gives him what he wants . she rushes back at the bed with a giggle when the room is dark again . she slips under messy sheets and against the warm wall of his body . lucio’s arm curls around her , his pounding head is buried in the shadowy crook of her neck .
“ i was gone for but a minute . ” she defends , “ i did not know --- that is to say that you have never spoken anything else around me . and still i understood your petulance !! oh , i do love you and your consistency . ”
brand new tags !!
𝐮𝐧𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞· !!
“ forests have secrets “ : @stlucy· / DEATHLESS MEME .
the darkness which lingered by the village’s outskirts seemed to twitch as lucy spoke . a pair of small round eyes opened to watch the young woman from behind the numerous rows of pine trees . and what a sight she was . the light of lucy’s lantern got caught in her red blond locks . its’ flame danced between the waves of her hair and made her eyes glisten in the darkness , like lighthouses bringing boats to the pale shores of her face . thankfully , the flame never reached the beast that sat before her nor the blood which stained his jaws and made the fur tangled and heavy there . she looked beautiful . and alain allowed himself to get lost in her image . for a moment , he imagined catching those fiery locks between his fingers without her ever shuddering . he imagined a conversation in which she would not look away from him and would offer him the warmth of a smile instead of disgust . but alain huffed ; these were mere fantasies fueled by loneliness .
were she to see him now ( truly see him ) and the fair lady would certainly back away in terror . if she did not , SHE WOULD BE A DAMN FOOL . he was a monstrous thing : neither animal nor human , covered in mud and blood and dried leaves , lowering himself amidst the grass like a predator ready to pounce upon its’ prey . he was made to be feared . and yet , the mere thought of someone as beautiful as her recoiling at the sight of him made the prince angry . his voice was as deep as the night in which alain hid . a strange sound which rumbled in the depths of his chest and filled the night air with a weight that was not there before . ❝ step into this forest , ❞ the prince warned . ❝ and you too shall become a secret . ❞
𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 . even in the cold and the snow , with the lamplight twitching over the left side of her beautiful face , it cannot be snuffed out . her blue eyes find the shape in the dark , barely discernible from the ink - black of the forest beyond . were she to look quickly , she would barely think him more than another shadow between the slivers of the trees . she speaks quickly , but her voice holds only long - loved nostalgia . lucy’s delicate features contort not to fear or hatred but deep - held concern .
“ 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 , 𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 . ” she sighs , looking --- trying to look . to find the face of the man that’s found her , and with so worrying a voice . like the thunderclaps over whitby that signal rain combined with the surgical precision of familiarity . but , alas , she cannot place it . “ come away , o human child , to the waters and the wild . with a faery hand in hand --- ”
she smiles , carefully , at the dark . “ do you know the poem ? ” lucy asks , her voice gone soft and fragile . she lowers her lamp a fraction . “ will you hurt me ? i did not mean to trespass , i simply --- the woods have always been so terribly kind to me . i did not realize i had become lost for my wandering . ”
though she neither steps back nor tries to look more forcefully at the man in the shadows , she gives a shivering sigh . at nothing , she nods . “ you are not a faery , are you ? ”
ˋ ◞ * @alldaddy . 𝚂𝚈𝙼𝙱𝙾𝙻𝚂 . —— ☽ = 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 .
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 . even as she knows her watcher will feel worse than a prick from her fangs if they mean any harm --- it is muscle memory , carried over from her time as a human woman . she sighs and looks at the moon , but she listens for any more footsteps .
“ 𝚒 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 . ” she announces to the dark , making plain her intentions . it is more the shadow being has done . “ but know that i am more than a woman in distress . more than perhaps you would like to discover . ”
even still , she sits and waits . the view of the heavy , full moon hangs over the crowded rooftops of london . and no intrusion will force her view from it unless absolutely necessary .
“ but if you do not mean to try to harm me , you are in no danger . it is a beautiful night . ”
𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭· !!
@stlucy said: ᕤ
As terrible as Reaver was, he still maneged to gather a cult following of people who seemed to watch his every move, and know his complete schedule before he ever did. Benjamina, however, was probably the most devoted of the bunch. She had dedicated her entire home to him, and had filled every single room with various objects that he had used, touched, worn, and things of that nature. Lately, however, she had been becoming more and more bold. She wanted Reaver to recognize her finally, and perhaps form some sort of relationship with him. He, however, wanted no part of that; or any part of her for that matter. Though he adored attention, she wasn’t nearly refined enough for his tastes. He wasn’t one for asking advice, but he felt as though it would be needed for a situation such as this.
“–How do you politely reject a stalker?”
meme - accepting.
𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 , 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 . there is only sober understanding as lucy lifts a red eyebrow , considering reaver’s options .
“ 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 , 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 --- ” she gives a wry smile , quite unlike her usual sunny one . a secret nudges at her tight - lipped grin , something she usually thinks best to bury for her own safety . no one knows what one will do should they encounter a vampire . but knowing him , he may reach for a pistol . nevertheless , he did ask . “ truly , i am not the woman to ask . i attempted rejection and was rather quickly killed for it --- fret not , it didn’t stick . ”
send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---
veilled :
alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !
✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair . ❤ = kissing them . ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them . ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ♣ = discovering them crying . 回 = patching a wound . ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .
𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐫· !!
dearest, darlingest lucy ! in all the sake of her name, she is radiant; a kind glowing in the darkest, whose warmth is rivaled not even by the sun. love so dazzling he fears it may consume him, for he has never felt such fierce affections, never been able to express them himself. & yet he softens in her glow, as any man would when clasped in the hands of such a tender, loving woman.
❝ ╾ forgive me, ❞ he speaks, but his voice is hoarse with sleep. ere he rouse the ladies of the home, loving wife & beloved companion, jonathan creeps from the room, shaking nightmares off with silent, brooding paces. lovely townhouse become a tomb for his grief, threading mind far past burdened. he tires ╾ even weary smile creased in exhaustion, cool against her palms; sickly cold, trembling fingers.
❝ we mustn’t wake mina. ❞
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 . jonathan is a man divided , events of his past distinguishing his personality so severely as to be nearly unrecognizable to what it was before . he might’ve been earth at one time , warm , soft soil in which a home could grow . but now , lucy worries that if she does not hold on to him tight enough he will vanish from her arms . like smoke .
“ 𝚜𝚑𝚑 , 𝚜𝚑𝚑 , 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 . 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 . ” something jonathan does not seem to understand most of the time . often , lucy wonders if he apologizes simply because he is himself . the thought makes her heart twist , she pats his shoulders . then , her hands move up until her fingers are curled in the soft hair at the base of his neck . she takes a delicate , affectionate kiss .
“ then let us go to one of the guest rooms instead , so we might talk a bit before retiring . i worry for you , you have been having more nightmares as of late . ”
𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢· !!
❝ sleep regularly eludes me. ❞ rich timbre resonates across the stone corridor. before his voice could properly carry to her ears, he moves with the swiftness of a sharp ocean breeze, cloak whipping back to hang against his form, right at her side. he cants his head towards her, and those scarlet eyes are penetrative in their nature. they seem to glow in the dimness, but not menacingly. it is clear to see that he is not vexed by her meandering. there is a smile that blossoms from his gaze with her next words.
❝ very well. you shall be aimless, no more … let us start here. ❞ curiosity is such a rare sentiment found in those around him, so he is rather enthusiastic to embrace his role and satisfy her inquisitiveness. hand theatrically gestures to the large framed paintings that are lined across the corridor. ❝ you are in a trove of knowledge and craftmanship, tesoro. these are the lost works of the great renaissance artists. i am certain you will be able to recognize the techniques used in some of them. and further down this corridor, to your right, you may find yourself in the gallery of ancient classical art. ❞
𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 , aro is distracted from the topic by her further questioning . lucy realizes with a small amount of sadness that she had missed her chance . she hopes that he is well , and perhaps that he is simply too old to be entertained by sleep . that he may have dreamed all there is to dream .
but any struggle he might be facing seems momentarily forgotten in the wake of her other inquiries . it is not often one sees him happy --- without a sadistic gleam in his eye to trouble the nerves .
“ 𝚜𝚘 , 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ? 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 , 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 . ” she beams , leaving his side to take in a frankly beautiful triptych of portraits . caius , aro and marcus glare at her from the panel mounted on the wall . it is quite the resemblance . “ though i do not know half so much as i would like about the subject . it was not very popular for ladies to travel to romantic locations when i was alive . until recently , i had not thought i would ever set foot outside of england . i suppose such limitation must seem silly to you . ”
𝐝𝐚𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬· !!
were there ever SECOND THOUGHTS about their current 𝙇𝙄𝙑𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙄𝙏𝙐𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 ? at first . but even as crimson is sucked through 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠 , he feels COMFORTABLE . laugh 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 resulted in a smile , nose temporarily 𝙎𝘾𝙍𝙐𝙉𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 at the gentle tap . ❛❛ you tellin’ me i don’t look like’a 𝙒𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙀 𝙎𝙉𝘼𝘾𝙆 ? ❜❜ a joke that perhaps shouldn’t BE MADE , but he’d 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚔 regardless .
𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌 , 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 . lucy tosses her head back and gives up a giggle , the sound like ringing bells . tasteless though it may be , she’s at least glad levi is relaxed enough now to tease her . goodness knows he can be so skittish . she shakes her head .
“ 𝚘𝚑 , 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 , 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 . ” she can tease , too , she rationalizes . and her sharp smile lights up her face . lucy leans towards him , like he is the centre of something important and terribly attractive . “ you could be dessert , if you insist . ”
