#ddyme

[griefoverkill]

@ddyme / Didyme: Volterra, Italy.

The Volturi Palace was a fortress of fictitious civilisation & culture. The castle blended with Volterra's prototypical medieval architecture — weathered stone, arched windows & imposing doorways, innocuous yet elegant. Mortals that passed through the historic town centre formed part of the mystical narrative, an ancient town known for sightseeing & artefacts with little on record about the supernatural that lurked beneath. The interior was even more breathtaking, in truth. Massive stone columns, tall marble walls carved with Latin inscriptions, three thrones raised on a platform. It was the intention to imitate royalty, after all.

Kolviður wasn't charmed mindlessly by silk gowns & posh wine — he was raised along the tortuous rivers of Vestfjorden, in the harsh, cold camps of Svolværgeita, a brutality most in these parts of the mainland hadn't come across. The Volturi were... Needlessly extravagant. The self-proclaimed immortal council sat in their thrones behind the cover of chic functions & dominant protectors — they'd lived this way long to forget any amount of reasonable struggle. Kol had little in common with this lot, aside from their unshakeable desire for power... Perhaps enough to unite them.

Didyme was the reason the Nordic vampire hadn't yet gouged out his eyes & fled across Europe without a glance backwards. He'd joined his new coven through a mixture of desperation & self-preservation — Mikael & the others were hunting him as punishment for his departure & wouldn't stop until he was lifeless. The Volturi offered protection, even if it was temporary. ❛❛ My lady, ❜❜ he whispered with sarcastic undertones, keeping his voice quiet while almost bowing his torso. Kolviður had been trusted to guard her, though it was more through manipulation than grace. He could feel something tugging at his mind, warping his intentions, controlling his emotions... Something he couldn't stop. ❛❛ They told me you needed the most handsome escort in the palace to accompany you. Well, I just couldn't resist. ❜❜

[griefoverkill]

Kol was covered head-to-toe in the blood of the deceased that littered the floor; his hands dripped, his clothes were stained, his face was painted. He’d lost his composure in the face of powerful foes - a rival coven that dared threaten his status in Northern Europe. They were no match for him. He was alone now, the last of them defeated, and he stood in silence with his eyes closed. Immediately, out of nowhere, he relaxed... The anger that had just encouraged him to murder a dozen others fading in moments. He could identify the person behind that aura in moments. A sight for sore eyes. “I hope you’ve not come to kill me,” he muttered, washing a bloody hand through his hair to add some texture before turning to scope her with a side-eye. “They were dead when I got here.” @ddyme

[faelles]

@ddyme​​:     ❛ Do you think I am a fool? ❜ 

even when he sat there like a pile of fur and frozen bone,   Caius was nothing less than regal.     even then,   surrounded by different kinds of death,   he found a home;     a throne.     do you think I am a fool?     the short answer would’ve been yes,   but winter slowed him down,   and parting lips didn’t deliver the insult like a snake striking.     she was young,   she was in love,   and saw her tomorrows as bright as they could be.     there were flower petals in her mouth,   and buried deep inside her lungs;     they made her all pastel-colored and gentle.     a fool. 

Caius doesn’t catch himself thinking about her in past tense as she stands before him.     instead,   he takes a minute to ponder,   to form an answer as far from his heart as he can————the way he lied to every wounded soldier he’s ever met,   bleeding out upon his lap. 

“  ——only time will tell.  ”

[dvlorem]

❝ unchecked kings and queens start massacres. ❞

             ❛   𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑  𝐈𝐒  𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇  𝐓𝐎  𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐌𝐀𝐃 .   ❜     she   has   seen   first   hand   what   power  can  turn  a   person   into .    how   it   seeps   into   your   very   bones   and   the   𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖚𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓   eats   you   from   the   inside   out   ;     twisting    you   into   something   unrecognizable   to   those   around   you  .    by    then    it   is   far   too   late   to   do   anything   to   stop   the   chaos   that   they   will   unleash .     ❛   even   still    —-    there   is   no   guarantee   that   you   will   be   able   to   stop   them   from   𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   everything   around   them .    ❜

              𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄   𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐒   𝐓𝐎   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇   𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒     as   arms   come   to   rest   across   her   chest .    is   it   clear   that   she   tires   of   this   conversation  ??    heidi   𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘   𝖔𝖓   𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘  ;    it   fuels   her   very   being .    now  ,  it   is   not   lost   on   her   that   she   is   the   very   threat   she   speaks   of   ;    she   would   rather   set   the   world   ablaze   than   anything   else .    ❛   sometimes   the   best   course   of   action   is   eliminating   the   problem .    unless ,   of   course ,   they   are   far  too   powerful   to   control .  ❜

[animuspcrditus]

‘ talk to me. ’   -  @ddyme

                 he    couldn’t    bring    himself    to    look    at    her,    eyes    glued    to    the    ground    like    a    child    expecting    a    reprimand.    his    own    frustration    was    eating    him    alive,    causing    him    to    be    deeply    buried    in    his    own    thoughts.       it    had    been    days    now.       he    barely    spoke    -    only    when    being    addressed    directly,    wandering    aimlessly    through    their    home,    pondering.    marcus    knew    that    didyme    noticed    the    shift    in    his    behaviour    but    he    was    so    used    to    dealing    with    his    thoughts    on    his    own    he    found    no    proper    way    to    share    them    with    anyone,    not    even    with    her.    

                lean    hands    reached    out    to    gently    cup    her’s,    a    thumb    caressing    the    skin    of    her    palm.                    ‘  it    is    really    not    worth    talking    about,    aγάπη    μου.  ’                finally,    he    managed    to    look    at    her,    eyes    locking    with    hers.    the    attempt    of    a    smile    brushed    over    his    lips,    hopeful    that    it    will    be    convincing    enough    to    stop    didyme    from    worrying.    

[herbinds]

                   @ddyme  /  didyme        :      “ who do you think you are? ”

        a  frown  appears  on  her  face  for  a  moment  before  she  quickly  schools  her  expression.     “ i’m  sorry,    but  what  do  you  mean ? “    she  knows  who  didyme  is,  but  she  wasn’t  sure  that  they’d  been  properly  introduced  amongst  charmion’s  orientation  to  the  guard  and  her  practicing  her  gift  with  the  help  of  marcus.    not  that  many  were  aware  of  her  gift.        “  my  name’s  charmion,   i’m  new  to  the  guard.  “ 

[vcltare-blog]

❛ But this isn’t the life I would’ve chosen, for myself. ❜

TWILIGHT     FILM     FRANCHISE     PROMPTS

☩    WAS  IT  FOR  ANYONE  ?    yes  ,  a  great  part  of  jane  would  infinitely  be  thankful  to  aro  for  saving  the  lives  of  her  and  her  brother  that  fated  eve.  had  he  not  ,  the  children  deemed  WITCHES  by  their  township  would  have  been  a  long  time  dead.  how  could  she  not  devote  her  eternal  existence  to  his  side ?  but  deep  down  ,  within  the  core  of  her  being  ,  did  the  very  same  thoughts  not  loiter  ?  did  she  not  wonder  from  time  to  time  if  such  a  life  did  merit  it’s  grand  glory  ?  would  be  a  lie  for  her  to  say  never  had  she  considered  the  same  as  didyme.  but  it  would  feel  like  betrayal  if  she  did  speak  it  so.  rather  she  stays  MUTE.  letting  the  wife  of  marcus’s  words  purely  soak  into  her  chilled  skin  ,  soaking  on  its  implications  until  the  appropriate  response  could  be  fashioned.      ❛   none  of  us  chose  this  life.   ❜      she  replies  cautiously  yet  firm.      ❛   we  were  SAVED  because  marcus  ,  aro  ,  and  caius  saw  something  in  us.  and  had  they  not  ,  we  wouldn’t  have  a  LIFE  to  live.  we’d  be  dead.   ❜

[vmprwtch]

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                                                     👫 for 4 headcanons  // accepting *!

I.   while alec truly considers all of the masters and their wives his parents, he finds didyme to be the closest thing to a traditional mom he has with the volturi and a strong substitute for his real mother. after a few centuries, she basically is his real mom since they’ve been like that for so long. he loves her dearly and would protect her at all costs. she is one person he might actually die for.

II.   alec loves her love for the arts. he enjoys seeing her sketches and paintings but even more so loves to design and construct things for her to paint and sketch. one of his favorite things to do is design a room and an outfit for himself to pose in and allow her to go to work painting or sketching him. he’ll do this for the others too but he prefers it being himself because he likes to spend the time with his mom.

III.  when alec can feel himself approaching an anxiety/panic attack or an absolute meltdown, he begins to spend more and more time with didyme not just because he hopes her power can suppress it, but because she is one of the very very few people he will allow to see him vulnerable and trust to help him in such a helpless state

IV.   one of Alec’s absolute favorite things to do is to visit the wives on weekends and take an afternoon stroll through the gardens. the rose bushes are his absolute favorite and he adores walking through them and just talking to didyme as his mom in the most casual and familial way. he keeps her arm looped in his and leads her around like the good italian son he is. if anyone disturbs them, they’ll be incapacitated before they can give a reason why. no one disturbs mom time.