#clairmcnt

[bishopdescendant]

@clairmcnt​   asked  the  witch  :      "You don't understand, Diana, you don't understand what it feels like when I am this close to you."

     Indeed- she had difficulty understanding   &   yet, that evening in Oxford by the water was something she would   𝐍 𝐄 𝐕 𝐄 𝐑.  forget. That carnal look in his eyes, the way his long fingers had held her vest. Goosebumps would creep down her arms, but it was not fear she felt. Brave   &   perhaps a little   𝐍 𝐀 𝐈 𝐕 𝐄   Diana lifted her hand up to cup his cheek, bright eyes never leaving his gaze.

     ❝    Won’t you try to explain it to me ?   ❞     The silent plea hid in her voice which was now reduced to nothing more than a whisper.     ❝   Seeing you shy away from me like that                                 it   𝐇 𝐔 𝐑 𝐓 𝐒,   although I know your intentions are not to hurt me. Is it that foolish of me to wish that this could be easier for both of us ?   ❞

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      @clairmcnt

     [  MSG  @ thattallvampire  ]   excuse me ? Testing you ? How exactly ?

     [  MSG  @ thattallvampire  ]   I am busy, mr. INeedToFeedYou.

     [  MSG  @ thattallvampire  ]   But if you pay, fine. Still don’t know which restaurant you’re speaking of though.

[theboatbuilderswife]

      @clairmcnt asked:                           infirmary

               IT WAS NOT LIKE HER TO END UP IN A HOSPITAL BED     -not at all even. It was a ridiculous thing to have a vampire brought in-- unless they were attacked, of course. Attacked by one of their own. Helga never agreed with the most things discussed by the congregation, rather avoided any contact with them altogether, despite having been offered a spot on the council more often than once.     ---     every single request had been denied by her and her husband Varga.

     ❝ Matthew de Clermont- of course I knew you would be here. ❞    A groan rolled from the woman’s lips, eyes fluttering closed again.     ❝ What nonsense to bring me here. ❞     Had her wounds truly been that bad that a simple feeding wouldn’t be able to heal them ? Or did something else happen ? She couldn’t quite remember, regretfully.

     ❝ Be a dear and tell me- is the congregation behind this ? I hope your dear brother will come in person to apologise.     ----    or are those darn witches on the move ? What have I done to anger them now- ❞

[bishopdescendant]

@clairmcnt​   asked  the  witch  :                 “ he’s been through enough already. ”

     Every inch of the room painted. Colours making her feel like she was suffocating almost- but at the same time as if she was watching a   𝐁 𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐓 𝐇 𝐓 𝐀 𝐊 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆   sunrise. When they had first met Jack it had already been obvious his skills with a brush would one day be unmatched   &   this only proved as much. Jack’s thoughts   &   his feeling were painted on walls   &   ceiling. Perhaps the only true way he could visualise the   𝐇 𝐎 𝐑 𝐑 𝐎 𝐑   that followed him around.

     ❝   &   you can not continue to   𝐁 𝐋 𝐀 𝐌 𝐄   yourself, Matthew.   ❞     Her hand sought for his, a hopefully encouraging squeeze given. Jack carried his blood   &   curse- a curse no one deserved. Yet, whenever he was with them, playing with the twins, running through the house like the little boy they had met back in London. Jack was their   𝐅 𝐈 𝐑 𝐒 𝐓   son, in a way   &   his smile meant more to Diana than she could put into words.     ❝  When he comes back talk to him, please ? He needs his father with him.   ❞

[bishopdescendant]

━☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ@clairmcnt​                               random starter

            𝙰   𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁   𝚂𝙾   𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙴     -the back dragged down perfect skin. Lips had parted, a loving smile tugging on it’s edges. Diana watched how Matthew raised his shoulder a little beneath her touch, pushing the sheets down his arm. She watched how a questioning look arose in the back of his eyes, but appreciated the silence that was kept between them. An early morning                               the first rays of sunshine trying to penetrate the room from beneath thick curtains.     ❝ I thought you were up all night                     good morning, love. ❞

[bishopdescendant]

━☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ      @clairmcnt​ asked the witch:                                you’ve been crying, i can tell.

             𝙾𝙽𝙴   𝚂𝚆𝙸𝙵𝚃   𝙼𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃   𝚆𝙰𝚂   𝙰𝙻𝙻   𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝙸𝚃   𝚃𝙾𝙾𝙺     -wetness smeared across her cheeks. A vain attempt to wipe away already drying tears. Even looking away would not help much at this point                         to keep something like this hidden from a vampire was impossible. In fact, Diana was quite sure Matthew had been able to smell the saltiness form earlier tears the moment he stepped into the room. A photo laid in trembling hands                             a past not eager to be reminded of. Perhaps it had been stupid to come out here and offer Sarah to help cleaning the attic. A house that played Fleetwood Mac all day was fun and all that, but this was something she had not been prepared for.     ❝   J-just some old photographs- nothing to be worried about, Matthew.   ❞

[bishopdescendant]

@clairmcnt     MATTHEW;

         "If your aunts catch us they will set me on fire,“ he deadpanned before claiming her lips. Her back hit one of the many trees in the surrounding forests. She was eighteen, he was twenty-six, and none of their guardians agreed on the fact they were dating, fucking, or planning to marry. And that while they were all three.

          In the absence of a safe place to do this - Matthew lived at his parents’ estate with his mother, she still lived with her aunts in the small house on the Madison border - they often resorted to the outdoors to meet, surely now the dispute between their families - entering around a plot of land that they both considered theirs for different reasons - was heating up again.

           “I missed you.”

            YOUNG  & RECKLESS-  BUT WITH HER MIND MADE UP     -She was finally legal, able to make her own decisions                  It was a shame her aunts did not always agreed with it. Soon she would leave, be able to flee to Oxford, England and make her own decisions for a good while, but that did not mean she did not longed to see him in the meantime.   Gods, she craved him.

     ❝ They will set anyone who dares to get close to me on fire. ❞    A wicked grin curled the blonde’s lips, the tips of her fingers pressing gently against his skin. Diana took in his scent, allowing it to spread goosebumps across her arms. Locks of hair fell over her shoulders, her back almost painfully pressed against the bark of the tree     ( not that she cared ).     ❝ You never returned my texts. Did you change your phone number again and failed to tell me, or ? ❞

[bishopdescendant]

      @clairmcnt asked:                            ‘  i love a late night walk  .  ’

               DIANA HAD A SCOWL ON HER FACE     -not quite sure whether to believe what the man told her, or not. She had felt the presence of a vampire long before he had appeared before her. There had been more of his kind back at the Bodleian, but apart from two deamons none had dared to follow her all the way out here                          and definitely not at ten in the evening.     ❝ And by accident you bumped into me in a place that is normally closed off to the public, because usually this is only open to the students that row. ❞     She knew turning her back to him was dangerous- Sarah had warned her enough times since her youth.     ❝ Seems rather unlikely. ❞