#delarotix

[delaroixmoved]

here on the balcony, she finds night air chill against her skin. nymeria welcomes it, a much different atmosphere from inside. bodies, all disguised in masks of all colors and design. it would be false, if she were to say that she hated events like these. when she was small, she would dream of them. sneak into maman's room. tucked back in closet would be wedding dress ( how plain it compares to the gowns she knows now ). she had only gathered enough bravery to place it upon herself, once or twice. spin and spin around room until she was dizzy and sick. her life was a vastly different thing, than young nymeria would ever allow herself to believe. god had destined her for something quieter. that was before he left her prayers unanswered, before she were to be damned because of his indifference. her hand slips from the stranger's arm, something her body decides to do hesitantly slow. one dance, that is all that had been shared between them. it should not have woken something in her, not like this. she tries to place it. the way his gaze was upon her the entire time. she knows those eyes. it will nymeria's undoing, if she can not place them. it is unsettling, his presence. @delarotix words have been nothing but kind, that voice. like she's heard it before from far off place, only reached in her dreams.

❝ you, you are so familiar to me. ❝ the words are spoken, hand placed against cool metal of railing. ❝ like i have known you. ❝ nymeria can not place the how, the why. it frustrates her, will be her undoing the longer she allows eyes to rest upon him. they wildly search him, for any detail that will recall how. ❝ have we met before ? ❝ the question escapes her, desperate for an answer. ❝ i can not shake this feeling, like you are someone that i should know. ❝

[evilanew]

@delarotix - this is not harmless [ ℒ ]

ㅤㅤ“ And where is your sense of whimsy, Mon Père? ”  The moniker slides from his tongue with a goading thread of disdain, the other’s former mortal self hanging from him like a lifetime of baggage, the kind that some daren’t relinquish for fear of losing sight of oneself - they may share an uncanny resemblance, but that’s where the similarity ends, an amalgam of cunning and playfulness present to Lestat’s excitable mien whereas Vincent seemed to hold more of a reserve, a clash of traits that made him a little easier to poke and prod at. Passing a few gravestones at the end of the path, a bucket is promptly placed down onto the cold ground, the mottled cruor within sloshing in a manner that was unbecoming, a combination of remnant fluids procured from a butcher who found it odd why anyone would want such discards but refused any offal  (  l’odeur est difficile à supporter si l’on n’est pas dans le bon état d’esprit  ).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“ I am offering you a choice to exorcise some demons. ”  The vampire glances at the large entrance of a church, line of vision tracing over the hinges to pinpoint the best points of weakness to break it open, a wicked grin ticking into place.  “ I am not requesting salvation or damnation. But if you insist on such judgement, I would prefer the latter. ”

[delaroixmoved]

her habitual game of hunting was not tonight. nym not confident in her skills , still learning streets and corners of the city they now called home. instead , she had decided on squalid bar tucked into the lower end of the city. they were able to slip inside unnoticed and separated , rowdy uproar of the place in late hours. content in watching from the shadows, studying each of it's inhabitant's closely for a time. she had settled on a man at the bar , words already beginning to slur and tone almost too loud. early twenties. his chest puffed up , as though he was trying to establish himself in suit that was ill fitting. it couldn't be any easier , stroke his ego and encourage him to the alley. ache of fangs , and mouth watering. it was hunger that consumes her. the link between her and vincent open , there. a shared connection between them only. her eyes find the bright blues , gaze then falls to who she's deemed as prey. an excitement building in her , her favorite part to lie with silver tongue and sing praises. she would brush up against him , apologize. appear like a wide eyed doe , completely enamored by him. nym steps forward , movement to bar is interrupted. it is vincent that joins at man's side. she reaches out to him , mon amour ? but it is silence that answers her in return. never had he stepped into the open , he belongs to quiet spaces. his presence offered to her prey. it's unsettling as he strikes up conversation. she presses closer to the bar , taking space only few stools down from them. vincent has angled himself towards the man. his expression , his study of her prey is an attentiveness reserved only for her. they continue , the distance between the pair narrowing. she calls to him again through their connection , almost a sharpness to his name. something quick upon her , blooming heavy in her chest. a possessiveness of vincent , only she was allowed to be under the admiration of the bright blues of his eyes. she narrows focus to their conversation. closed space between them. something ancient , something hot that desires to consume her alive. all it takes is the spill of laughter , the hand tracing down @delarotix's thigh in a way that was to be unseen. nym reaches out again, what game are you playing ? a question not poised with curiosity but one of warning. he does not hunt for himself , still he feeds alone from her. his mouth pressed to prey's ear. his words are clear , posing question of what can he do to convince him away from this place. both their eyes flicker to back door. it's her prey that leaves first with vincent not far behind. she reaches out for that link between them again , assez de ce jeu. there is no softness in it , heat bleeding through her restraint. the claim of someone who does not share. her movements are not quick , calculated and unhurried as though nym is giving him one more chance to turn around. jealously is new , and it consumes her whole. vas-y , prends-le. she reaches out to him , a dare. she's slipped into the shadows , whatever game vincent plays , she will not let it unmake her.

[delaroixmoved]

you've been a long way away. thank you for coming back to me.

home. the word hangs heavy in her mouth. a house that garden had taken over. unfamiliar, haunted. yet, nymeria could still navigate to any room she desired. and even then, she has not explored outside of dining room and to where vincent would lead her to sleep. his name was another that felt heavy. there is love, desire. an unbelievable euphoria that exists. he is alive. half-century passed. she had never intended to give up hope. life as a caged bird had stolen her spirit, her faith. she is laid upon chase lounge in their library , head rested in his lap. it smells strongly of dust and old pages. nymeria feels safe here. but it does not undo years of being taught to only be seen and not heard. she lets @delarotix lead with words ( how she has missed his voice ). she holds onto them, cherishes them. despite the years of growing up together, of how love fell right into place between them, they were learning one another all over again. nymeria tries to learn, there is no reason to flinch at his movements. if he moves too fast, sometimes even too close. she learns about his garden, the way he talks as if it is more alive than a plant should be. it makes her uneasy, the way it has taken over their home. as if it watches her, unsure if it welcomes her to it's home now.

she is drawn from her pages when vincent speaks. her eyes soften as his words, gentle voice. ❝ you do not have to thank me, mon amour. ❝ expression lightens with a smile. it is small, but something in it still bright. ❝ i would have gone anywhere, if it meant finding you. ❝ her words are truth. when she made her escape ( her hands are stained with his blood, she is between something of both sob and laughter. she is free of her angel, her creator ) nymeria had not wished to return here, but something inside her was insistent. what was chance vincent would be here ? what chance was he alive ? she adjusts and sits up, dark hues taking in everything she can about him. it is silence that hangs in air for too long of a moment. she is lost in his eyes, how soft the bright blue of them. he is still her vincent. her lips press to his, gentle and hungry all the same.

[delaroixmoved]

✱˚｡⋆ ✉︎ there. you're beautiful.

thankful she can not see reflection in mirror. though , nymeria does not need one to know what she has become. skin stretched tight , the appearance of bones more noticeable. fingers reach to trace the scar at her neck , over and over she can feel ghost of cold blade against her skin. it turns her stomach , her chest tightens. eyes fall closed instead of staring blankly into light. focus. the things that keep her here , the feeling of silk night dress delicate on her skin. the smell of lavender oil , how it is supposed to lure her to sleep. some nights it works , others she lays awake too afraid to drift off because she knows what comes with the darkness. nymeria hates this , hates herself. how weak she is , how she should be able to do the simplest of tasks. anger lodged into her like a splinter too deep in skin. it is not her fault. but it is. she attracted attention to herself , crossed the line. her curiosity had led her too close to the sun. she focuses again something different , the way @delarotix is gentle with her , running brush through wet strands. he treats her as breakable , but not in the way of pity. she doesn't deserve him. the guilt that settles in her now. he could have continued life he had found without her. nym worries she has caged vincent again , forever bound to play the role of her care taker now. she tries to convince him to hold onto that life , more than just the tuesday nights he takes away. he looked healthier , would even say happier. his words , the last stroke of brush through her curls. he sings her praises like this , and all she can give in return in a half hearted smile and strained voice. ❝ thank you , mon amour. ❝ it's a whisper , small and hoarse. it's better than it had been just a few weeks ago , trembling and jumbled sounds falling from her lips , barely understandable. nym reaches for his hand , nuzzling her cheek into his palm before bringing it to her lips to give gentle kiss to each knuckle. ❝ i'm afraid you're far too good to me. ❝ she still struggles to meet his gaze. she does not wish to be this way , to be burden upon him. she needed him , the safety of his presence, the reassurement that nothing would harm her again. but he also needed freedom , not stuck with the ruins of what his wife used to be.

[delaroixmoved]

time doesn't quite have meaning to him anymore. he's barely noticed the turn of the calendar, much less kept track of the number. still, something about the way the city has lit up outside their window, the buzz of people that hums under his skin. it's too risky to try to feed tonight, there's too many people out and about, but he's still allowed himself to be dragged in hopes nym gets lucky. ( he knows she's clever, if anyone can feed off someone in this climate, it'd be her. ) so he dotes after her dutifully, only stopping occasionally to observe the world as if looking in from the outside, with a wide expression of overwhelm. it's when the roar gets louder, and something like a pop-boom rings in his ears does he press close, fingers seeking the curve of her hip and a flush press of his side to hers, as he watches other couples lean to share kisses. his eyes flick to nym in mild confusion but equal longing, something needy and heavy and overwhelming in his gaze.

they're here under the guise of hunting , mingling around crowd that has gathered. nym is holding tight to vincent , their fingers interlaced together. easy to get separated among the gathering of others , and that unsettles her. she has no problem being among crowd like this , but it's vincent she worries for. another year passed does not change much for either of them , a roll of days and months that bleed into the centuries they've been alive.

it is the celebration that excites her , and for how one night they get to be unnoticed. they are part of something , clinging to what sense of humanity they both have left as glitter and confetti fall upon them. she takes a moment from looking at the crowd around them in every direction , to the unease on husband's expression , her hand in his giving tight squeeze as a reminder she is with him. the countdown is close now , the digital clock but sounds of excited heart beats that surround them. it's almost too much , even for her. she stops , allowing him to bring her figure closer to his. ❝ you have to kiss me , it's tradition. ❝ nym's words are bright , nearly just as much as the smile upon her she stands on tips of toes , bringing her lips to his. she melts into him so easily , for just a moment , all that matters in this world is them.

[delaroixmoved]

✱˚｡⋆ ✉︎ and god , how i adored you. it went beyond love, beyond devotion.

she sits at one end of dining table , he at the other. stretched out between them , with empty seats. it would have been used for family gatherings on holidays. how excited she had been to host them. but that was centuries ago , table and dinnerware covered in layer of dust. a present from her father , each plate faded color. now it was all that remained of him in her life. but it doesn't matter now , not as nym sends them to floor with crash of porcelain against wood. ❝ where were you then ? ❝ her words are harsh , unsure if she intends them to be. but it is anger that builds in her , the warmth in how it burns her inside. ❝ oh , of course. you were here , tending to your garden. ❝ he lived as a ghost in their home , never straying from it's walls. ❝ not once did you think to look for me. i waited for you , hoped that feeling in my chest meant you were still alive. but here you were , feeding off animals and drowning in your sorrows. ❝ it humors her , a laugh from her at the thought of living off whatever the garden had brought to him. dependent on plants to fill his hunger. ❝ i spent every moment at your bedside vincent. i never strayed from taking care of you. even when we were children , it was always me. ❝ even when her angel appeared , her prayers were only to save him. how she would give anything , and she had. ❝ you adored me ? beyond love ? ❝ she stands , pushing chair away from table. ❝ you hid away in this house and were a coward. ❝ it was stupid , foolish hope she had. each night , she filled with hope. that he would come to her , but never once had he tried.

❝ just for one , i was the one that needed help. and you never showed. ❝ she is finished with conversation. ❝ i tire of this , i need to feed. i'm sure your precious plant already has dinner waiting. what will it be ? more rats , or a pigeon or two ? ❝

[delaroixmoved]

✱˚｡⋆ ✉︎ please , don't say anything anymore.

she rests on the chaise , growing tired of all this. it seems like the entire night , they have gone around and around on the subject of their old home. already , she is bored of it. but yet , vincent continues on. the home were they wed , the home where the garden grew. all of it , time to let go. the entire world was theirs. even if fire had not happened , nym would have desire something new anyways. there was no place where they could stay like he would have wanted. too small , too full of those people who prayed to rid them of the evil devils that lived among them.

a heavy sigh , crossing the room to shelves half filled with books and whatever other items that were bought without care to try and make this a home. she reaches to the shelves she can , knocking off books and fragile items that fall broken to wood floor. she steps over the pile carefully , continuing to knock things off as she passes them.

❝ do you hear yourself ? garden this , garden that. that garden is gone vincent. there is no going back. ❝ he is like a dog who will not let go of bone. ❝ did you plan on spending all eternity in a place like that ? there is an entire world we can have. not some shitty little town , all following the divine will. ❝ her words are cruel , but she can not take them back now. ❝ we followed god , and looked what happened to us. you sickly , all i could do is beg to a god that would not listen. ❝ ❝ you are wasting away the gift we've been given. what, a life of feeding off stray animals ? staying inside , covered in dust. do you not want to see the world out there? the opportunities we have ? i refuse to live that way vincent. ❝ there is so much , right in front of them. if only he would just see. ❝ what you are doing is not living. i would not even dare to call it surviving, mon amour. it is like you wish death had taken you. ❝