#diannamaeve

[healerswanford]

where? Dianna’s office, the museum who? @diannamaeve

"Please tell me you are done for the day," she begs as she opens the door without knocking and moves to lean in Dianna's deg with an almost manic energy. Isabella has been working nonstop with her patients to catch up after having to close the clinic for a few weeks, and patrolling for her own peace of mind. Isabella dearly needed a break, preferably if it came with some Rose or Sauvignon Blanc. "I need PowerPoint night and ample amounts of wine more than I need blood, at this point."

[caspermhahn]

starter for: @diannamaeve​ location: dianna’s abode, an evening out on the town

“Are you ready to head out?” The question slipped from his tongue as the fellow vampire entered the threshold of Dianna’s home, taking in the little changes in decor that reflected the holiday season before gently kissing her cheeks in greeting, “It’s really no rush, I know I’m a bit early.” This was mostly due to eagerness to see her, seeing and treating her as if she was his second mother that deserved just as much as his own. Though it also allowed for more time chatting about any scandals Casper may have missed while he was busy working, knowing that not everything can easily be explained in a phone conversation or quick text. Emerald hues landed back on Dianna before presenting her with a neatly packed present, more traditional in its wrapping of gold and holly plants that only Marcella could wrap this neatly, “Happy Holiday’s from us.”

[caspermhahn]

starter for: @diannamaeve​ location: just outside the dance floor

“You’d be surprised, I’m actually quite light on my feet,” a chuckle rang out, emerald irises bright against the contrasting colors of the dark red and black hues that adorned him. In front of the fellow vampire sat two freshly poured glasses of what he thought was wine that matched those same colors now, Dianna’s standing out by the delicate lip stain that kissed the rim. Casper had yet to touch his own, lost in conversation and reminiscing about his upbringing in the swamplands. Music had always been a large feature within the Hahn family home and so, dancing accompanied that, “My mother really doted on it— romanticized the idea of being gracious and suave.”