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Strange lows // (close)

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Galadrielle was always nervous when she felt another approaching and yet, when she caught glimpse of the man coming closer, she smiled; turning to him. “Bonjour Thomas.”

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Timeless // Erebus & Galadrielle (close)

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The petite shewolf was not one to often visit the East Side even if she felt comfortable among vampires. And yet, today, her chauffeur had brought her to the house of the vampire Master for she had received the gift she wished to offer him and trusted to hope that if her taste in lingerie would please him, so would this.

She had but the leather box with her, once more wrapped in its delicate paper. She knocked and waited until he came and opened the door.

“Bonjour Erebus, may I be permitted inside?” she inquired softly, kenning that his attention for details would not let the small package go unnoticed.

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Coitus interruptus // Erebus & Gale (Close)

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"Such a delightful visit you bestowed upon me, Erebus.” she whispered as fingertips roamed over the defined abs of his torso.

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Éphémère // (Close)

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How strange to be once more owner of her mind for in the strangest way, Léon’s absence troubled her and yet she kenned he was hiding in the deepest and darkest part of her mind, a safety net, a spiderweb waiting to be unleashed upon her mind if her insanity were to bring her once too close to losing herself. She did not kenned yet if she enjoyed her regained freedom. The coldness of her veil had once more crept upon her face, she was back to her former self, the one before them. The hunters in Covaire.

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Interchanged // Erebus & Gale (Close)

Gale was walking in circle in the Château’s Courtyard, days were becoming shorter and nights longer. How he despised the cold, cruel reminder of Samuelle’s betrayal. And yet went a peculiar scent caught within his nostrils the hint of a smile came upon his lips. “Erebus, how unfitting of you to visit us. Has your mistress drove you to madness yet? Or shall I suppose this is but a friendly visit. The Fates must be in a playful mood.” he whispered a shy warmness to his voice. He care little for the slaves and even less for vampires, but Erebus and him shared a common interest in death and blood.

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Diffingo pt.2 // Closed

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A week had passed, letting the newest compulsion settle within Galadrielle’s mind. How ashamed of herself she had been once the truth had been revealed to her. Yet, Léon had once more protected her and for such she could not find anger or a will to be angry at what he had done to ensure her survival. But compulsion was not enough and she understood that she needed to be trained once more.

She knelt before the one who had been willing to do it; one who would not abuse such power and would not become affected by emotions; Erebus; her anchor.

They were in the woods outside of Covaire, their preys two miles away, camping without any idea of their impending doom. Galadrielle needed to be unleashed to learn control and to lose the need of her Pandora’s box. And only while she hunted or tortured could this happened. Thus why they were here.

She patiently waited for Erebus to explain how training would go and what he would expect from her in this session. He kenned of her habits when she hunted for he had hunted with her on several occasions before; he would know how to handle her. She was certain he would use the ropes and different unknown objects he had brought along upon her; it thrilled her.

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Diffingo pt.1 // Closed

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The French Vampire was walking casually in the East Side, things were coming along nicely and having talked with Galadrielle on her migraines and everything that had happened, Léon was now forming a plan to restore the petite mistress to a semblance of her former self. While he had begin his quest by focusing on many people, he was disappointed in himself for not seeking out her anchor in the first place. Galadrielle had after all chosen him herself. The man who had taken Samuel’s place to keep her sane. He knew of their interactions and was unsurprised that Erebus would have not see a difference in Galadrielle as his protégé would be at her utmost best at his side.

And so, he had decided to meet with him again. It had been more than a year since they had first and last seen each other in Paris, he had found his cold demeanor charming. His musing eased his route and he arrived at the address he had been given quicker than he had expected.

The house had not been spared during the attack, but was being rebuilt; bones and muscles already repaired, only the skins and clothes were missing to make it look whole again. He could tell by the look upon the workers face that this was not a pleasant job to carry out; it was the burden of working for a man who knew what he wanted. He stepped closer, stopping when he was at the younger’s vampire side.

“Have you gone from favoring the Victorian era to a more minimalist decor Erebus?” inquired the Frenchman, smiling.

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Safe // Event: Plague // Erebus & Galadrielle (Close)

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Sick or not, Gale would not go down so easily for she would still fight with all her might as she would lay broken. The scent of blood, battle and guns was invading her senses as she moved forward, killing anything that stood before her. When a huntress came at her, she let her. Foolish one to think the petite mistress was weak. Slowly, yet faster than then mongrel could have thought possible, she moved down before rising again, claws slashing the mortal’s face. She smiled walking unsteadily to her side.

A mocking growl was given, then pressed her foot to her throat and added more and more pressure until her heard held but by shattered bones and bruised skin.

In the darkness of her mind another form approached and she turned ember irises to the coming presence, inhaling deeply. This one she kenned and while so many would have not been assimilated nor processed, this one was.

Erebus.

She waited for him, clothes and hair soaked in blood.