#elora-opulence

[fionnchristie]

for: @elora-opulence

location: outside fionn’s apartment, descray

He’d thought he was being so cute, so funny, begging her to come back in that way - and in Fionn’s mind it had been an emergency, he’d missed her so much, needed to see her. It was only now, as he opened the door ecstatically only to be faced with Elora’s concerned expression that it began to dawn on Fionn that it might not have been the correct way to behave after all.

For a moment, he even considered feigning a cough or a wheeze and acting like he’d been telling the truth, but Fionn had never been good at acting, and besides he smelled an awful lot like weed and cigarettes which he suspected would lead to a discussion regardless about his habits versus their effects on his health. Instead he was made to push through with the original idea, and to be fair that was easy as a smile had appeared on his face almost as soon as he saw her, widening across his cheeks - he was happy to see her, no matter the situation. “Hey.”

[cass-evans]

for: @elora-opulence

location: cass’ apartment, descray

It was easy to tidy up if you’d never decorated much to begin with, he had learned. Cass didn’t often have people round, though. Theo had been allowed in, once or twice. Ryden, when he’d let himself in to deal with an unwell Cass who had refused help that came in any way but forcibly. But for the most part, the boxy apartment remained scarce. Good enough for him, if not visitor appropriate. The bedroom was empty but for the closet that had came with the place; he slept on the beaten up sofa in the living room, blanket and pillow folded neatly on top of it rather than strewn around like they normally would be. The kitchen was barely touched - if he was being honest he rarely cooked anymore, was often too fucked or simply too tired to remember, but he’d had to bother today after offering. Typical of Cass, to make promises he then struggled to fulfil.

He could cook though, luckily, even if he often chose not to. He was nearly done stirring the sauce through the pasta - penne alla vodka, thankfully simple lest he go too adventurous and fuck it up the one time he had a guest - when he heard the knock on the door and made his way to the front door, leaning in the doorway as if to block the view of the inside of the apartment even though Elora would soon enough come in. “I didn’t think you’d actually come,” Cass admitted quietly, as he stepped back to allow her in.

[duderosiers]

@elora-opulence​

the night was bleeding into the early morning, darkness still blanketing opulence as jean-claude stumbled away from the centre of town in search of a familiar companion. blood had sweetened his wine this evening, and port, and whatever else the vampire could get his hands on, an culminating in him being absolutely hammered in an attempt to quell the voices that taunted him.

he had thought of hunter, a strong woman who’s life had been fraught with tragedy yet she had overcome it - only for jean-claude to rip out her throat like it was child’s play and then change her into a vampire, further isolating her from family and support network. he thought about that night not long ago in denver with sofia, how quickly he had torn off a mans hand with such ease, and then cleaned up the situation with equal violence. it was the siren’s gaze towards him, how she had changed how she looked at him that day, and j.c knew it would never be the same. 

he thought of that family in kensington. snapping the necks of babes with ease, setting alight to the family home and everyone else inside it. how despite his own protests, jean-claude was a monster, and had never felt closer to one than currently. that’s why he walked amongst apartments and blocks of flats that blurred into one, seeking out the one person who would never see him as such. who would reassure him that he wasn’t so bad, after all.

raising a fist, j.c hiccupped and banged on the closed door, the lights off inside.

“el!” he called. “elora. el - open up!”

[micah-weber]

AU - AN EXCHANGE OF HEARTS

featuring @elora-opulence as the One Who Got Away & @micah-weber as the Devoted Vampire

"Does he know you’re here?” Micah asked, a pointed indifference to his tone that he felt concealed his true feelings about Elora’s current beau. “He doesn’t like me,” a statement of fact that they both knew well, “Or are we going to be blessed with his presence later? I hope so,” voice rich with sarcasm. It was rare that Micah actively hated anyone but this man, he hated. He hated him because of everything he did to Elora, for every disappointment and every time that Elora came to him upset about something he did or said, for every tear he made her shed. It made his cold blood boil in his veins, his stagnant heart race with rage and it made his fangs descend and his mouth salivate while he wondered what he might taste like and if his blood would steam in the snow. 

[matthewbaudelaire]

[TEXT] hey kid you still in business? [TEXT] or did the law finally catch up to you?

@elora-opulence

[marsdenlee]

Place: The Den Who: @elora-opulence​

Mars had been out for a nightly walk with Maria Elena in her stroller because he read online that taking your baby for a walk outside at night would help them sleep, something out the dark triggering melatonin and helping them to get on the same schedule as you. He wasn’t sure how right it was but he wasn’t sure how right any of the advice was in the various parenting books he’d picked up and only trial and error were going to help him determine what worked and what didn’t but it was while out that he heard a soft whisper. He’d turned his head and found no one beside him and his stomach wrenched. No, it was too soon. He’d only just gone to the pools last week, it was too soon to start hearing things again and so he thought maybe it was a trick of his own brain, exhaustion, lack of sleep, dehydration, a cumulation of all of the above and it couldn’t possibly be what he thought it was so he ignored it but his pace quickened. 

Then he heard it again and his shoulders immediately jutted up as if somehow raising them up closer to his ears would stop the voice from whispering softly. “Stop it,” he whispered to the air around him, “This isn’t happening right now. Right, baguette, there’s nothing there. It’s nothing. Nothing at all,” he said to himself and his baby as if voicing it would somehow make it go away. 

As he proceeded to walk faster, stroller wheels rolling rapidly against the sidewalk, he heard it again, this time able to make out a distinct word. 

Murderer. 

“No, this isn’t happening. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” a stream of profanities erupted from his lips as he picked up the pace, intent on getting back to his apartment as quickly as he could but then his eyes landed on the signage for The Den and opted instead to duck inside there. “Ry?” He asked as he nudged open the door and struggled briefly to get the stroller through the door but with a yank and a shove of the door he was able to get himself and Maria Elena inside. “Ryden? Where’s Ryden?” He asked around, looking breathless and glanced around the room for the familiar lumbering shape of his friend but not immediately seeing him and instead only saw a thin and petite looking woman.

[fionnchristie]

@elora-opulence

Maybe it had been a joke, their suggestion that they run to each other, meet in the middle. But if it had been, then it was a joke Fionn had misunderstood, because he had sprinted to get to her, caught up in the sheer excitement of finding her, like a child or a teenager experiencing feelings for the first time and overwhelmed with them. It was a naivety Fionn had had underlying his personality before, but now it seemed she brought it out more and more each time he saw her, and it brought him unbridled joy, enough to make him want to do anything to see her again.

And so when he finally made it to her, he was out of breath, but the grin on his face was clear even if he couldn't yet vocalise his happiness and he pulled her to him, messy kiss landing right on her lips as Fionn span her around, laughing breathlessly, "I missed you."



[fionnchristie]

for: @elora-opulence

location: fionn's apartment, descray

It perhaps said a lot about his priorities that as the mist had made it's appearance at Founder's Day, Fionn's first priority as Rosita slipped away had been finding Elora - making sure she was okay, checking that she hadn't been affected too badly as a werewolf. Unable to locate her, he'd had to settle for a panicked text and the promise that she would come to see him at some other point over the course of the week, which if nothing else was a good opportunity to have a reason to clean his poky apartment and put away at least some of the trash, make his bed for the first time in a while to attempt to seem more like a put together human. (Ironic, considering the events gave him - for once - an excuse to be falling apart, and yet this was the time he chose to seem fine.)

Still, his first words as he came to the door were a warning regarding the state of the place, as if Elora wouldn't be used by now to the state of chaos Fionn normally inhabited. "It's kind of a mess," he said softly, apologetically, leaning in the doorway as if trying to block her seeing it before she even entered. "Sorry. Um," what to say? Where to even begin with so much having happened? "Is it insanely idiotic if I ask how you're doing?"