#bjcrnsson

[mortales]

                as  soon  as  ambrose  caught  wind  of  one  of  his  wolves  being  killed  by  an  original,   there  was  no  question  in  his  mind  of  who.  (   &  some  level  of  shock,  last  he’d  heard  from  the  vampire’s  he’d  interrogated,  there  was  no  word  of  them,  no  word  of  her  in  particular.   )   it  was  an  intricate  dance  that  spanned  the  centuries  since  their  creation,  each  move  resulted  in  another  stalemate.

                every  sign  pointed  towards  her   &   so  he’d  done  what  he  does  best,  hunt.   vampires  with  any  correlation  made  to  talk  one  way  or  another,  corpses  burnt  to  ash  in  his  wake.  finding  her  is  a  paradox  of  emotions,  indescribable  vexation    /    the  cavernous  desire  to  see  her  again,  alive.

                like  a  ghost,    he  stands  there  in  the  reflection  behind  her.     “    how  did  i  know  it  would  be  you  ?   “     it’s  not  more  than  a  growl,   inhuman  speed  knocking  her  into  the  nearest  wall,   albeit  weaker  than  his  wolf  form     ---     they  know  how  to  catch  the  better  of  the  other  in  every  way.     “    you  know,    a  letter  works  just  as  well  if  you’re  trying  to  leave  me  a  message.     “

@bjcrnsson​      /       closed.

[tcintedblood]

@bjcrnsson​

It had only been a week or two since the siblings had woken up, and Vali was growing restless already. He wanted to get revenge, he could practically taste it on his tongue whenever he thought about the people who were responsible for putting him and his siblings into a five hundred year long slumber. Was it really fair that their enemies got to roam around the world freely while they were stuck napping? He wanted blood, preferably theirs, and he wanted it sooner rather than later. Although he would settle for anyone’s at that moment. A loud bang broke him out of his thoughts and he growled under his breath. A second later, he was standing in front of one of the construction workers working on the mansion after his anger had gotten the best of him when they had first woken up and he had destroyed a good part of the house. His hand wrapped around his neck, squeezing it tightly. “I’d be careful with that. It’s an antique worth more than your life,” he tightened his grip on his neck, the human’s eyes growing wider and wider, face almost turning blue, until footsteps entered the room. He sighed, releasing him from his grip. “My sister just saved your life. I suggest you thank her before getting back to work.” 

[pcrfervid]

after his sire, kwame felt the deepest connection to freya out of the rest of the bjornssons. they had similar personality traits and habits that allowed them to get along, and kwame had grown to see her as more than just a friend, but also as a sister of sorts. she had a few qualities that reminded him of his youngest sister, which was why he felt so drawn to her. after baldr, he was the most saddened by her being indisposed for five hundred years. after baldr, he was the most excited to see her again after so many centuries. “long time no see, stranger,” he greeted, a teasing smile on his face. “you definitely don’t look like you’ve been dead to the world for the past five centuries.” he approached her, his arms opening for a hug. “you know i’ve missed you, right?” // @bjcrnsson​