#eternitieslived

[eternitiesloved-blog]

rose  bled  .        uhm  so  i  did  an  early  morning  cover  of  lana  del  rey’s    dark  paradise    because  it’s    the   vladmirena  song       (  as  @eternitieslived  knows  )   !

[eternitiesloved-blog]

this  video  is  the  sexiest  fanvid  ever  made   ?       bless  yourself  with  vladmirena   !

[eternitiesloved-blog]

important  note  :       if  you  can’t  guess  from  the  matching  urls  /  themes  ,       @eternitieslived       (  the  amazing  nissa  )       &    i  are    exclusive   !       my  one    &    only  vlad   !       ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

[eternitiesloved-blog]

' i love you.. '

night  terrors  had  become  an  unfortunate  routine  .       waking  up  ,       heart  racing  ,       body  drenched  with  sweat  .       a  lithe  form    clinging    to  a  muscled  torso  with  a  grave  ferocity  .       grasping  feebly  onto  shards  of    reality    that  seem  to  slip  out  from  betwixt  pallid  fingertips  .       devastating  ,       threatening  to  tear  apart  the  very  fabric  of  who  mina  murray       (  i  am  not  mirena  tepes  ,       i  am  not  mirena  tepes  ,       am  i  mirena  tepes   ?  )       is  .

but  this  night  ,       after  a    particularly    horrifying  nightmare  ,       anger    is  bursting  at  the  seams  of  the  petite  woman  .       rage  ,       doubt  ,       &    heartbreak    all  course  through  her  ,       causing  a  usually  sweetened  tone  to  be  laced  with    venom    &    cracks  of    emotion  .

❝          do  you  love    me  ,       vlad   ?       or  do  you  love  the    image    of  the    woman  i  used  to  be  ,       in    another    life   ?       did  you  ever  love  me  ,       mina  ,       at  all   ?          ❞

tears  feel  akin  to    hellfire’s  scorch    upon  alabaster  cheeks  .       soft  palms    shove    against  a  toned  chest  ,       pushing  away  from  the  man  she  holds  so  dear  .       it’s  nearly    unbearable    to  gaze  upon  him  ;       in  contrast  to  how  he  is  usually  the    salve    that    soothes    her  wounded  soul  .       it  takes    everything    within  not  to  drop  to  gentle  knees  before  him  –       instead  ,       digits  tug    harshly    at  choppy  blonde  locks  ,       &    words  are  spoken  in  a    frantic    ramble  .

❝          every  night  ,       every  second  ,       i  am    haunted    by  her    memories  .       tormented  by  the  vivid  flashes  of    losing  you  ,       to  the    devil’s  temptation  .       night  terrors  filled  with  reminder  i’ve    died  –         falling    down  ,       down  ,       down    &    i  gave  myself  to  you  !       feeling  the  phantom  of  a    pregnancy  i  never  had  ,       the  remnants  of    love    for    a  boy  who  is  long  dead   !       i  was  a    mother   !       or  ,       SHE  was  ,       &    i’m  left    here    to    lose  myself    in  it  all   !       i  have  to    live    with  that   !       it  feels  like  i’m  going    crazy  ,       vlad   !          ❞

a  honeyed  timbre  whispers  a  broken    plea  .       such  a  tone  resembles  the  way    mirena    once    prayed    to  the    holy  spirit  ;       knuckles    bony  -  white    from  clutching  onto  a    rosary    so    tight  ,       &    seeking    forgiveness    for  any  delicate  toe  out  of  line  ,       any  minuscule  act  capable  of  damnation  .       but  somehow  ,       asking    this    of    vlad    drains  her  more  than  any  hours  of  prayer  ever  had  .

❝          my  love  ,       please  .       put  me  out  of  my    misery  .       cure    me  or    kill    me  .          ❞

[majlenvava-blog]

+

[sizeofabarge-archived-blog]

Why would a vampire need cold medicine? For their coffin

Better get lots of rest if they want to get better! 

[lucyxwestenra]

What do you call a vampire snowman? Frostbite

“….Are you quite mad?” Lucy asked,completely seriously. “Vampire puns? Really?”

[eternitiesson-blog]

V.

After being blessed with two daughters, and truly, the prince had felt blessed, it was a moment of celebration in Poienari when the new prince had been born. His third child, his first son, and next in line for the principality. There was no doubt in his mind what to call the boy. And his wife had had no room to protest, even if she would have wanted to.

Vladislav Dracul V.

Never really having been known by his first name, being the 4th Vladislav born into the family, but primarily being known as his middle name, Ingeras, selected by his mother, the Prince knew of no better or more fitting way to pay homage to his late father than to give his first, and as it would turn out only, son his name.

After all the ceremony and excitement had died down somewhat in the castle, Ingeras had taken to going out onto one of the terrace’s, overlooking the hilly terrain. Morning would be breaking in an hour or so, and the kingdom would be waking early to the good news now. And it came as no surprise for Ingeras to see the shadowy figure of a man on one of the higher hilltops, watching him. A dark cape flapping in the light breeze as cheers began to sound below.

And it pained him more than he realized it might, when he had gone outside. He had known his father would not miss this spectacular occasion, but he wished, more than anything, that he could be there by his side. That he could hold his grandson. That he could proudly pull him into a hug and tell him that he loved him.

Glancing away for just a moment, he looked down to the people starting to gather below, hoping for a glimpse of their newest addition. When he looked back to the hill, his father was gone.

@eternitieslived