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[poisonborn-blog1]

       it wasn’t until the person stood in front of her that she noticed their presence, looking up from her journal curiously. the face was unfamiliar ( most are, really ) and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. ‘ um... hi, can i help you with something? ’

[mortalitiies-blog1]

       although not uncommon, the way people gawked at valentina when she entered a room was always more awkward than flattering and she was quick to find the only person not looking at her with heart eyes. she gave them a polite smile as she approached before gesturing to the empty chair. ‘ mind if i sit here? ’

[prcmonitiionpixiie-blog]

     hands clasp // a practised act of HUMANITY. she stops in the path, eyes shifting to futures that flit, that crack, that change. so used to watching the lives of others, searching her own mind for any THREAT that might come. and still, when eyes come back, she SMILES at the body next to her, pretends that this is perhaps more n o r m a l than the truth. 

                                  ‘  sorry.   i just spaced out for a moment.   ’

[ofvolturi-blog]

      J A N E wasn’t as heartless as people believed her to be, she did....feel? if that was the word for it. feel emotions, like; anger, devastation, and sometimes longing. for more. for something, she wasn’t quite sure. then, at that moment, she felt...malice. malice toward a group of children playing in the park. yes, she had decided to enjoy the dull, grey afternoon with a walk in the park. she left the robe at home, instead only wearing a ( what could be considered ) wednesday addams-esque dress. alec was...well, he was off doing his own thing and she didn’t feel like being cooped up in her room. look, another feeling. the aforementioned children were picking on a young girl, who reminded the vampire of her younger self. she resisted the urge to cause them pain --- instead she sat on a bench, residing to watch them with narrowed eyes. the venom in her eyes hadn’t yet dissolved the green contacts she was forced to wear to keep from startling the humans. as she sat a ball bounced toward her and she bent to grab it, giving a sickeningly sweet smile to the kid ( one who had been picking on the girl )who came to get it. he was, of course, slightly dazzled by the girl’s angelic appearance. in a second her smile disappeared, and she threw the ball ( with restrained strength ) into the trees out-skirting the park. “ fetch ! ” she dead-panned, coldly watching to kid scamper off.

[wclfiisms-blog]

         sighs // he’s been sat for too long – his coffee unforgivably cold in front of him. the run here was long, scouting the a r e a for themselves, and he had thought that this would help him out. his own mind had wandered, lost in the wilderness as he contemplated what being here meant.

         ‘   can you get me another —- SORRY.   you’re not the waitress.  ’

[christiianx-blog1]

               eyes burn behind contacts // he fed before town, so his hunger is under control but he cannot change the red eyes that mark his c o n d i t i o n. perhaps he can fit in here. his longs for the home he has been attached to for so many years, but even he cannot say that he’s not excited about a new adventure after so many years.

        ‘   can you point out the nearest shop?   i need some things for the flat.  ’

[prcmonitiionpixiie-blog]

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[wclfiisms-blog]

          LIKE FOR A PRIVATE STARTER