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livewiires·:

she had taken to watching the vittoria. the when was hard to say ; she didn’t recall the first moment she had CONSCIOUSLY thought to divert towards the volturi’s hotel, only that it had become habit over the course of a fortnight. her sisters, she imagined, would not be best PLEASED ( and she could not imagine trying to explain it to them ) - but kate felt it… necessary. she had not felt peace within the armory of her soul since the night that they had ARRIVED, but keeping an eye upon them made her feel… better. a full takeout cup of coffee that had gone ice cold clutched in one hand, she’s only SHOOK from her reverie by the fact that she is somehow in somebodys way ; her glassy eyes missing them completely as she tries to step this way and that to move from it. “my apologies,” her coffee arm is jostled, but she isn’t concerned about the liquid hurting them ( unless they are susceptible to the cold ), “my fault. i should pay more attention-”

It was surprisingly easy to approach the Denali woman without being noticed and Sulpicia found that to be quite amusing. So focused on the hotel and yet a Volturi had come up right to her and she still didn’t see. The apology made her giggle lightly and she cocked her head in curiosity. “I agree that you should,” Sulpicia offered upon hearing the next words spoken. “Don’t fret I won’t tell anyone you let down your guard. Just be nice and keep the zapping to yourself. I mean you no harm. I swear that on my own undead life as well as those in the building whom I call my family.”

#c: kate

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#Sulpicia Volturi #Photos #The power on display here #Wow

pciscntovch·:

Chelsea smoothed back the more unruly parts of her chignon and adjusted the glasses upon her nose from the end, to the bridge that had just slipped from. She was waiting for someone, though she herself wasn’t really sure who that was. There had been a sort of defacto truce between all the gathering covens, no hunting in the city limits, and so Chelsea was already annoyed that she had been forced into running miles away just to have her dinner. Her dark mood was palpable in the air, hanging heavy as a storm cloud above the cafe table she was currently calling home.

“Please-” she gestured to the first person that had walked by in a long time “-sit, put me out of my bloody misery and give me some company to torment.” Chelsea sat back against the chair, the hard iron biting through the 2019 tom ford coat she was wearing and pressing into her back. She started at the person, eyes half lidded behind the wrap arounds “This town is unbearable alone-” the smell of stale coffee from her own cup, the slow rotting garbage from behind the establishment meant Chelsea want to wail in torment. She kept it all bottled up nicely though,behind a barely plausible ruby red smile.

The rules being much easier here than those at home had led to Sulpicia stepping out on her own. It had been a long time since that was something that she could do and so she felt a bit odd to be doing it. She had just walked into a cafe when familiar voice caught her attention and she turned to see Chelsea sulking in a chair with a startled looking human in front of her. Changing her course she moved to the humans side and pushed them away, gently but firmly.

“Don’t listen to her. You couldn’t handle the torment she offers,” Sulpicia breathed as the human went on their way and she now stood in front of her friend. “I think you’d much rather play with me,” she tacked on as she flashed a smile and moved to sit in the chair across from her old friend. “Although if you really want to torment me that might be something I’d prefer to do in private,” Sulpicia teased.

#c: chelsea #Here's the bestie!!#Also gonna throw Irina at you cause I live for the drama

jamsmemes‌:

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A : AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?

B : BOUQUET. does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

C : CHOCOLATE. does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

D : DATE. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

E : EMBRACE. does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

F : FLIRT. is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

G : GIFT. is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

H : HEART. is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

I : I LOVE YOU. does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

J : JEALOUSY. does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

K : KISS. is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

L : LOVE. who does your muse love?

M : MOONLIGHT. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

N : NAUGHTY. what is your muse like in bed?

O : ODE. does your muse have a way with words?

P : PARTNER. what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Q : QUESTION. would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

R : ROMANCE. is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

S : SWEETHEART. did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

T : TRUE LOVE. does your muse believe in true love?

U : UNREQUITED. has your muse had their heart broken?

V : VALENTINE. how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

W : WEDDING. would your muse get married? why / why not?

X : XOXO. does your muse use / like pet names?

Y : YOURS. does your muse get protective easily?

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dxrkcst-souls·:

alec wasn’t one for caring about others. for more than a thousand years, alec only cared about his twin, but as the years passed and sulpicia became more of a mother, alec found himself violently protective of her. seeing her emotional, blaming herself instead of anyone else in the volturi, instead of edward himself, made alec upset. “no! gods above no, you’re not the one to cause this chaos. the human and edward masen are the cause.” alec mumbled. “you act to protect our family, that’s all that matters.”

The fierce reaction only furthered the emotions that Sulpicia felt swirling in her. It wasn’t often she heard anyone speak to her in a way that clearly displayed a sort of caring. She’d long ago given up on provoking emotion in most of her family. Not wanting to object to his answer Sulpicia simply reached out to place her hand on his. “I would do anything to protect you, my dear. I saw the reaction to what you did and I will slaughter anyone who questions you. Anyone, Alec. I hope you know that.”

#c: alec

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#Sulpicia Volturi #We love a power suit #At least Aro picked a hot wife

dxrkcst-souls·:

open starter for asra @troublcmvker·, edward @worldweariied·, and any other member of the volturi coven

his anxiety is at an all time high. it wasn’t his place, but the begging was driving him crazy. he would never vocalise his disagreement, but the human was the last person that really deserved death, especially after six years. alec wondered if she even remembered much of edward, but as she pleaded for freedom, he knew she remembered. everyone in the court had noticed what he had done, surely. he just hoped that it wasn’t an issue, that others would find her screaming and begging as tiring as he did. it wasn’t even annoyance to him, it was envy, that desperation she had to live is something that alec had lost centuries ago. ripped out of his thoughts by footsteps on the marble flooring, alec looked over to the other. “i do not wish to talk about it… i- please, just something else. what had happened is past tense.” he mumbled, barely looking at the other before shoving his face back in the book he wasn’t really reading.

The idea of the young girl’s death being on her hands didn’t exactly sit well with Sulpicia. She’d never imagined that would be the result of the trial. She figured the girl would become one of them and they’d move on from there but instead she’d been responsible and she could barely watch. It was only the familiar black smoke that came before the death that calmed her heart. She’d slipped away to find Alec as soon as she could and hearing him ask not to speak of it, even to her, made her hurt for him. “We do not need to speak but I should like to just sit with you if you don’t mind,” Sulpicia answered as she slide into a spot beside him. “I’m so sorry, Alec. This was my fault,” she whispered but kept the distance between them so he could have his space.

#c: alec

brokenxhalves·:

If there was one post Jane absolutely despised was wife guard duty, but she wasn’t one to disregard a direct order. So here she was, following Sulpicia around a trashy human event. With a fake smile on her face. The small vampire didn’t bother with a drink or food as a prop. When a human bumped into sulpicia she stepped into action, bursting in front of her with a low growl despite the wives already kind pleasantries. “Move along.” She hissed, and smirked only when the human complied, She turned back around to face the other. “Humans, worthless the whole lot.”

The display that Jane put on only served to irritate Sulpicia and she grabbed her arm as Jane turned back to face her. “Daughter, I expect you to behave in public no matter the circumstances and unless you wish to not be allowed out unless your powers are needed I advise you listen,” Sulpicia whispered feverishly. She loved the twins as if they were her own but this was unacceptable in such a crowd. “Are we clear, my love?”

#c: jane

dxrkcst-souls·:

bella was not one for big events, avoiding them whenever possible. but the winter wonderland was cute and both charlie and jacob thought she had to get out of the house more often, so here she was. barely having a moment to enjoy it, her thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice moving around her. looking up, bella stumbled backwards a few steps, frozen in place by the unforgettable red eyes of the other. “n-no you’re fine, i wasn’t looking. i’m sorry. i’m really sorry.” she mumbled, looking down at the ground.

Had she wanted Sulpicia could have reached out to help the girl but as she thought of doing so she caught the look of prey on her face. A face which seemed to spark recognition in her. Clearly she wasn’t sure of who this was but the smell of the other’s blood alone was somewhat of a sign. “My dear you don’t have to apologize so profusely. I was equally at fault. Are you sure you’re alright? Perhaps I can get you some hot cocoa?”

#c: isabella

stillhvrny·:

maybe throwing herself into the deep end hadn’t been a good idea. maybe the fact she hadn’t killed one helpless human when she could have wasn’t a sign of IMPROVEMENT ( and strength ) like nikki had thought, but a literal fluke. it had been weeks, now, since she had been turned. she had been around humans in small amounts, never for very long ; but she hadn’t been in a crowd, yet, and it became very obvious to her once she had dropped by that it had been a MISTAKE. the newborn was keeping to the shallower points by design, but the scent was… overpowering. nikki was good. good for someone who was being kept in the dark by her creator on purpose, even. but if it hadn’t been for the near collision with someone she knew instantly was of HER kind -…. she might just have lost it, right at that moment. “it’s okay,” she was quick to jump away ; even knowing the other was like HER, nikki’s inherent desire not to be too close to someone won out. “it’s fine,” she seems like she’s speaking more to herself. maybe she was. “i-…i was distracted, anyway. it’s- i-…” she’s not meant to say. somehow, that thought isn’t enough to give her actual PAUSE. “it’s a lot. i didn’t realize it would be so much.”

After Sulpicia had spoken she took notice of the little things she’d missed at first glance. The girl was clearly a vampire and from the frantic look of hunger she was probably new to it. Hadn’t anyone taught her? Sulpicia didn’t like the thought of one of her own being left to fend for themselves one bit. Hearing the girl struggle to explain only pulled at her heartstrings more and she held up her hands in a gentle manner. “And you shouldn’t have to be realizing that on your own,” Sulpicia whispered as she closed the space between them and gently place her hands onto the girl’s arms. “My darling girl please allow me to help you,” she prompted hoping that the newborn wouldn’t lash out. Sulpicia knew what she was doing and she was careful despite her thoughts racing angrily through ways she would deal with whomever had created and left this girl. “My name is Sulpicia. I’ve been around for a very long time and I can show you some things if you’ll let me but first the two of us should find a better spot for you to be for the moment, alright?”

#c: nikki

ofsetfree·:

“ it’s okay. “ becca smiles shyly, not that uncommon for her around those she didn’t know. “ a little bit but i’ll be alright. i don’t blame you, i’ve always been a people watcher too. “ so in other words she completely got it. “ it’s always more interesting to watch instead, i’ve been enjoying watching everyone on the ferris wheel and their reactions. “

Seeing the shy smile of the sweet human in front of her Sulpicia bit down on her lip coyly as she watched her. “You are very sweet. I’m glad I didn’t cause you any grief and also pleased to meet someone who enjoys the same little things as I do,” Sulpicia explained her voice light and musical. “Oh have you? Any highlights you’d care to share?”

#c: becca

gravcyard·:

kiera probably shouldn’t be at this festival - all it took was the RIGHT person to recognize her but… seattle never did stuff like this when she lived here. while it was something she once was likely to call lame and yet still attend back then, now she was simply just… curious. the rumors were true - there were more of her kind here than expected, and raven locks were tossed over her shoulder so gracefully as she spun to see who nearly collided into her. “there’s a lot to take in, it’s fine.” she paints on a smile that seems PAINFULLY genuine ( one of her many talents ), tossing a glance to the fairy lights above that she had already taken in. “seattle doesn’t… do stuff like this. at least they didn’t since i was last here. it’s nice.”

The movements of the girl who she saw in front of her, once she was snapped back to reality, were unnaturally graceful and she immediately knew this to be one of her kind. “They don’t? I can’t say I would know but it’s quaint and sweet to see. It’s nothing compared to my home but I can enjoy it in another way,” Sulpicia explained as her eyes wandered the girl’s form trying to gauge more about her. “May I just say you are one of the most beautiful women I’ve laid eyes on since I arrived. I don’t know how I didn’t see you before I nearly crashed into you. Please excuse me for being so bold without an introduction. I’m Sulpicia Volturi. You are?”

#c: kiera

dxrkcst-souls·:

alec is simply keeping up appearances. that’s all. it’s not like he enjoys the snow and all the stalls and things to do. sure.. maybe it looks fun, but that’s not his business. he’s just watching, keeping an eye on everything, doing his job. looking around, alec sees a familiar face, walking up to the one he sees as his mother. “you know you never have to apologize to me, mother. you should be enjoying yourself, no matter what. would you like me to keep you company as you walk around?”

As her eyes came to rest on those of her son Sulpicia couldn’t hold back her smile. “Alec,” she breathed reaching out to place a hand on his face for a brief moment before she took his arm in hers. “I see you are still being just as well mannered as I taught you. And yes, my darling I would love to share this with you. Tell me have you seen anything worth pointing out yet?”

#c: alec

The brightness in her eyes was unmistakable as Sulpicia moved through the festival without a care. She was out in this new city and didn’t have an entire guard with her in order for it to happen. It felt like ages since she’d been able to explore and she enjoyed watching the humans and supernatural alike as they had their fun. She sipped the chocolate beverage merely because she could and she was so busy looking around she nearly bumped right into someone. Her movement was nothing more than a flicker of a blur as she moved out of the way. “That was close,” she breathed giving the person before her a bright smile. “My apologies if I startled you. I just love people watching and found myself a bit distracted.”

#equinox.event2 #equinox.start

scrrowbuilds·:

As she moved her hand towards his, Marcus half expected himself to recoil. When was the last time he had been touched by another, outside of the occasional clap on the shoulder from Aro? When was the last time he had been touched by another, so gently? Surprisingly, he did not recoil or flinch. He was too aware for that. Instead he felt…nothing. He felt weight on his hand, increased pressure as she squeezed his hand, but nothing else. He expected pain, sorrow, comfort, relief - anything but nothing. He was numb to even his numbness, now. He sat there in silence, longer than most would find comfortable, before saying: “It is a fine city. The museums are…above average. The view from the Space Needle is remarkable. Especially with our vision.”

After the small bout of silence stretched between them Sulpicia withdrew her hand from his. She’d sensed the lack of reaction and didn’t mean to push herself onto him in a way that would make him uncomfortable. Settling back she listened intently to the little he offered but it was enough. Everything Marcus mentioned would have been the things she admired. “Space needle? What a silly name. Do they have any natural lands left, aside from the tribal ones obviously. There must be some reason so many of our kind are here. It can’t just be a change in the balances, could it? Those vegetarians seemed to like the area before all of this after all.”

#c: marcus

scrrowbuilds·:

“At least this cage has different upholstery to study for hours on end. Much cheaper than what we’re used to, by the looks of it.” He held his arms out, gesturing to the room around them, that could be described as ‘nice enough.’ It was hard to compare Seattle to Volterra when it came to style, culture, elegance. There was no comparison. “At least we have a view.” He turned towards the window, admiring the water-front view the mansion provided them. From here the city seemed enticing, worth exploring…a thought that made Marcus feel a pang of guilt for ever bringing it up. Sulpicia had more than likely seen the view. She had more than likely felt that urge to see the city up close. But, unlike Marcus, she could not. Aro would allow no such thing. As if it would make up for her being kept away like a prisoner, he added: “it’s really not that great. Nothing to miss when we’re gone - which will hopefully be sooner than later.”

“Indeed. I think I hate it,” Sulpicia replied as she took in the room for what felt like the thousandth time already. Her lips pursed as her scarlet eyes were directed back to the view that she had already been admiring. “I know it’s a young city and nothing compared to home but I’d rather like to see more of it,” she sighed. It was the only hint of her longing that she allowed to show to Marcus. Aside from that Sulpicia appeared as unimpressed as always. Reaching out a hand she took his into her own and squeezed it tightly. “Worry not, brother. You’ve said nothing wrong that you need to try to brush off. I don’t blame you for getting out to see things nor would I do so if you enjoyed them. You deserve to enjoy something in this world. The only thing I would request is that you visit me more often and tell me of the things you see.”

#c: marcus

scrrowbuilds·:

CLOSED → SULPICIA

It was strange, Marcus thought, that after several millennium together he still didn’t know his brothers’ wives. At least not in the way he knew Aro. Or Caius. They were, after all, the wives. That is what they were known as, how they were referred to, who they simply were. The two wives, Sulpicia, Athenodora, and….no one else. It was hard to be around ‘the wives’ for Marcus. Not because of them - they were fine, in their own right - but because of her. The unspoken third. After she died, Marcus spent next to no time with the wives. When did he last have a true conversation with one of them? He could not remember - something unheard of for him. This all crossed his mind as he found Sulpicia sitting by herself. He wondered where Athenodora was, or Corrin for that matter. Marcus found himself making his way over to her and, without stopping to ask himself why, he sat down beside her. “Are you enjoying Seattle?”

With no current orders or direction other than to stay inside, as was always the case, Sulpicia found herself all dolled up and alone. Athenodora was somewhere in the large place they now stayed as was Corin but she didn’t care to seek them out. Instead her temptation was to leave the building entirely but it was only that a temptation and she sat poised but stiff as she stayed put just as she was told. The company she found at her side was expected because she had heard him but also unexpected seeing as she never saw Marcus these days. His question brought her lips curling up into a smile that looked more akin to a sneer. “A cage is still a cage no matter where it lies,” Sulpicia offered in answer to his question. Her crimson eyes fell to meet his. Whether they spoke or not she knew he was a kindred spirit and had she said the words to anyone else it would have been met with harsh consequences. “I do suppose the lack of reminders of certain things is nice enough,” she added as she considered him.

#c: marcus

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