#convo:prue

[virajxsoteira]

@prunellelefebvre​

There was a time when he wouldn’t think twice about snapping someone’s neck, or feeling their heart beat in the palm of his hand before he ripped it clean from their chest. The vampire was someone who lived in excess, he drank not just until he was full, but until he’d gorged himself and left his victims with nothing. Now when he gazed into the amber hues of his latest he didn’t see fragile and expendable vermin, he wondered if this was how Amalie had felt in her final moments - weak, helpless. Grief had left him... Weak. “Run.” Viraj compelled as he released them, he watched with waning interest as they scurried off and disappeared into the dark. Aware for the first time of another’s presence, one whose blood was tinged with magic. “There aren’t many who can sneak up on me.” He nearly complimented as a familiar mask of cool indifference fell across his features. Viraj removed his pocket square and dabbed at the corner of his lips and turned as his eyes fixed on the woman’s frame. “Don’t you know it’s rude to stare, witch.”

[korextoussaint]

@prunellelefebvre​

Location: Temple of Apollo

The full moon was a week away and already Kore could feel its power quietly creeping under her veins. Corinth was a wealthy city, or so the werewolf had been told. As of yet she was unimpressed, besides a fanclub devoted to the same range of trashy romance novels she adored, and a genasi that was more of a brother to her than anything, there was little that piqued her interest. A pack of wolves circles this place, high in number but united by little more than self-interest. As far as she could tell anyways. Were it not for Saint she never would have come here, there were easier marks, sure, but the wolf had an interest in magical items and artifacts that bordered on obsession - she wished to possess everything she saw, and it was not enough for her to be know, Kore wanted to be feared. 

The scent of magic filled the air, familiar as an old friend the tether she felt to all witches beckoned her. This was no call though, merely the presence of a power to which Kore was well acquainted. She’d been raised within a coven, one that the wolf ultimately helped destroy, but a coven just the same. “They say magic was created right here,” Kore said as she pointed at the ground beneath her feet, dark hair fell across her shoulders as she turned towards the woman that approached. “leave it to the Greeks to place themselves at the center of everything.” 

[emmaxdarling]

@prunellelefebvre​

There was some time before her set still, but Emma liked to get there early to make sure she was ready in time to go on stage. It was thanks to Harlow that she’d even started working here, a female vampire owned burlesque lounge was a strong niche that Emma willfully fit into.The other girls that worked at Ambrosia were a blend of different backgrounds but all had Evie to thank for finding employment here and something that almost resembled a little family. It was nice, and if anything else it was a good distraction. Emma was still feeling unsettled in the city, something in her stomach just twisted as if the city was very, very wrong. Harlow hadn’t had any answers, and neither had Leighton - though they hadn’t exactly gone that far into their conversation. “I see why everyone is always talking about your fan dance,” Emma pointed out as she sat in front of her mirror getting ready. Prue was talented, all Emma could do really was stand in place and sing. Lefebvre was not a name that the vampire was overly fond with but she wasn’t going to judge the witch prematurely for the sins of her forebears. The crowd continued to cheer despite the fact that Prue had left the stage and the next act was piling out of the dressing room to entertain the audience. “have you worked for Evie for long?”

[emrexbasak]

@prunellelefebvre​

The denial of a soul crossing over to the other side was always a gigantic waste of time, he had no coin to part with, and moments after bringing them to the Underworld they were yanked back into their bodies. Reborn a vampire. Emre might have suspected as much would happen given the creepy cloaked figures and the weird ambiance of ritualistic sacrifice. Emre lingered in the chamber, invisible, until most of the cultists had cleared out. It was not his place to persecute or pass judgement, he was a shepherd that brought souls to the other side and delivered comfort to the damned when necessary. But still, curiosity was in his nature. “Why are you with them?” Emre asked, appearing at the edge of the chamber with his arms folded cleanly across his chest. Only the witch remained, she had been present through the whole thing, the sacrifice, the transition, but what was her end goal here?