The sweltering heat clings to her skin. The sun hasn't set yet, her partner lies motionless on the bed beside her. These few hours, before the sun sets and after it has risen, Eva is in complete control. He's cold. Dead to the world, even more than he is at night. He's at her mercy.
Eva rolls over, rests her cheek on his chest and holds her breath. The thumping of her own heart echoes in her ears as she traces her fingers along his form. He's handsome like this, dead. His lips are slightly parted, arms resting next to his torso.
Eva grins, crawls up just a bit before she presses her lips to his cold ones. She does that occasionally, grateful for the relief from the heat this briefly brings her. Her fingers move through his hair. Nails dig down slightly when she slides them down his neck, collarbone, back to his chest again.
She lifts one of her legs over his, presses flush against the muscles of his thigh. She's not fully comfortable, instead sits up and straddles his leg more tightly, letting gravity do part of the job for her. Blood rushes to her core, the cold pulling it into her clitoris and labia.
She moans softly, involuntarily. Her arousal catching her by surprise.
She rocks against his leg. Rolls her hips into it as she lets her hands wander. One of them cups her right breast, squeezes it roughly. She can almost imagine his larger hands on her, but this will have to do. Her other hand rests against his cock. It's slightly hardened in her hand, moreso the death setting in than anything.
She spreads her arousal on his thigh, whimpering, writhing in pleasure as she rolls a nipple between her finger, pressing herself into Adam as hard as she can, until discomfort set in.
She needs more.
She needs him.
Eva shifts on top of him, clit throbbing with every beat of her heart. She lifts his hips a bit. Presses his member against her. She needs him. She needs him, she needs him. It takes some effort, but the prize is more than worth it.
She angles herself onto his cock, the feeling of it, unyielding inside her is nearly enough to push her over the edge like that. She rides his dick, her now freed hand travelling down her own body to rub her clitoris.
Her hips rock. Fast. Faster. Faster. She gets louder too. Her walls clench around him, his cock an immovable rod inside of her, but her body's trying its best to make it move with her.
It takes a lot shorter than she'd have thought. Her orgasm crashes over her, over him, too with how much she comes. She all but screams his name when it hits, rides it out, presses their pelvic bones together as her fingers work her clit until she inevitably collapses on top of him.
With the soft rocking of her hips to extend out her pleasure, she leans in again to press her lips to his. She briefly works her tongue between them, only to then replace it with her fingers to leave him with the taste of her when he wakes up as the sun fully sets.
She gasps when she pulls away from him, needs to catch her breath before she makes her way to the en-suite bathroom. When the dead rise again, he'll find himself sticky with her juices. And what comes after? Eva can deal with when it happens.
rounding out my big four vampire characters is (my) eva! @kavalyera ty for tagging me in your thing i hope you're learning plenty about my brain worms <3
if anyone feels so inclined to talk about their characters with evren's tag game, feel free to tag me in them because i'd love to learn about your oc's!!
How would you describe your character’s mindset? Their personality, their attitude, their mentality and self-philosophy…
Eva tries to live her life to the fullest. She wants many things, but also makes it a point to do what makes her happy. That's relatively new, but she started thriving under the knowledge that she was meant to be dead. Her 'bonustime' was for her, although she's picked up more responsibilities at her work again, too, since she's apparently dying no longer.
There are still plenty of days where she feels bad enough that she doesn't want to get out of bed, but she tries to not let those bother her too much in the long run. She's probably the most positive out of my OC's, and I think that's beautiful <3
What is the best thing about your character? Be it their talent, skill, or a trait.
She knows how to take charge of a situation and is an excellent planner. She was pretty much trained to be a corporate shark from a young age, studied politics to join lobbies to get shit done for the company her grandparents started and her parents run. She and her brothers were always meant to take over the company, and Eva would be a fucking fantastic leader.
What is their worst quality? Do they realize it?
Eva's best quality is also her worst in a way. She tends to struggle giving control up to others, gets anxious when she's not the one in charge. She doesn't know how to delegate and hates when others tell her what to do. She does know this is one of her main flaws, but also... if others were better at doing what she's good at, they wouldn't be having this problem.
Everyone is created by something whether they like it or not… What was the moment in their lives that pushed them into who they are? Was it bloody? Was it peaceful?
Eva's embrace came at one of the happiest days of her life, even if it was supposed to be one of the final ones. She was told by doctors she had weeks, maybe months to live, and decided to start truly living. She started petty crime, started enjoying the thrill of theft, developed a bit of a kleptomaniac streak... which eventually landed her in a holding cell at a local police station. Eva would usually just talk her way out of it by diving into her diagnosis and the lack of life ahead of her, or maybe bail herself out, but for some reason, she was unable to persuade the staff this evening.
So imagine her surprise when the officer running the night shift glanced into her cell. She recognised him, he recognised her, even though a solid two decades had passed since they last saw each other. Her heart might have actually skipped a few beats.
They spoke about all night, she didn't notice his hands were unnaturally cold because hers weren't very warm either, and she mentioned to him that she's terminal. That it doesn't really matter what she does anymore because she'll be dead soon, anyway. That there's no point in them picking up their relationship again...
Adam wasn't ready to accept that, so he took it upon himself to save her life. Heal her from her fate and illness, and until that point, everything was fine. She felt a lot better than she had in a while after he fed her vitae and made her into something not quite dead, not quite alive... And it was fine for a few days, but the dying thing? That's still going on.
People have goals and desires, what are theirs and will they achieve it?
Eva would like to not be dying actively, but since that's not fully up to her, we're ignoring that for now. She has a lot of goals professionally, wants to grow the empire her parents built into an international powerhouse. She wants to get a healthy thing going with the thinbloods in her area. She wants the autharkis organisation they're building to grow into a healthy collaboration between the different clans involved. And damn it, if it's up to her, she's reaching those goals within a decade.
She'd also like to maybe get married to her partner. Preferably sooner rather than later.
And honestly? Out of all my OC's, Eva's the most likely to get all her goals done. She can find someone to diablerise and (hopefully) get her health back. She's got the brains to get the rest done... Eva is the one to bet on. She's aiming for the moon and she's making her way there whether people want her to or not.
When it comes to people, was there anyone they idolized or someone that was/is important to them? Why are they important?
The most important person to her will be Adam. And only part of that is due to her bondmaxxed connection with him. He was always the one that got away, and now that he's back in her life, she's not about to let him go. He's the one person who cares for her more deeply than anyone, would set an entire town on fire if any harm befell on her, and Eva feels the same. He's the reason why she's still 'alive', he's the reason why she can function... And he defends her to his sire, who takes his Banu Haqim thing pretty seriously. If it were up to Adam's sire, Eva would have been long gone. So she idolises Adam. Her world revolves around him a normal amount.
Fear is only human nature, are they scared of anything? Is this fear rooted in any experience or memory in particular?
Although technically immortal, Eva is terrified of death. She wasn't at first, when it was a given she was going to die, but now that she's supposed to not be able to die (through natural means, anyway) her health absolutely freaks her out. When she goes too long without vitae, she finds herself back in the same position as during her worst treatments. Around three hunger she starts wishing for death, and now the fact that she can't really die is what's also terrifying her.
Break down how they look. Why do they wear what they wear? Any scars, tattoos, or piercings on them?
Eva is in her mid-forties, she's around 1,85m tall and she generally dresses decently elegantly. Her wardrobe can be described as corporate chic, plenty of dresses for every occasion and mostly golden jewelry. She comes from money, and it shows. She feels confident in her wardrobe, will even dress up for a random day at the office and make sure she looks alright even if all she has to do is answer twelve emails and drink coffee. Her main thing is that she's riddled with scars. She's been poked and prodded in countless doctor's appointments over the last few years, she still has a port-a-cath installed in her chest. Small scars from blood draws on her arms, chemo rash, the works. All of this was a bit of a blow to her confidence, but she's not about to admit that to anyone.
Everyone is perceived in one way or another. How is your character perceived by others?
Eva is perceived as unwell. To humans she looks confident enough, but she usually looks like she either is running a fever or is otherwise down with something.
To kindred? She's not like them. Not just because she's a thinblood, but also because she's lifelike and has baby teeth. With her blood actively fighting her supernaturality, she's dependent on the vitae of other kindred to stay alive, a fact she and Adam keep to the bedroom. No one needs to know that she's that broken.
Other thinbloods get the confident woman who takes charge of situations, though. She's new, but she's already lobbying to basically take charge of the thinblood movement in her city as a whole. Sickness be damned.
What is the most painful thing they’ve experienced? Physical, or emotional. Everyone has wounds.
Bone marrow punctures are up there. The feeling of her body melting from the inside due to medication that's supposed to make her feel better, not worse. Eva has been through the ringer... but also she's made it through all of that. She can make it through whatever else life throws at her, probably.
Hi! ✨ I'm Yasha (late 20s, they/them pronouns) and welcome to my blog :>
I like writing, I mostly post about vampires and the world of darkness, both old and new. I love to talk about my ocs or things that are interesting to me. Also sometimes I reblog funny things.
This may be edited in the future as I decide on more tags that are relevant in here, but if you want to:
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My main four vampire ocs are under the cut, with a brief and a link to their main tag(s) <3
Addison Fletcher | Vampire: The Requiem 2e | Clan Nosferatu | NYC
Neonate, former blood doll to a Daeva, and a Broadway rising star until a Nosferatu embraced her and stole her voice. Current reeve to Sunset Park with her coterie. She's trying to do the right thing, it's not always going great. She's bad at talking, very very gay, passively suicidal and in all a joy to be around. obviously. <3
#temp addison tag
Eva Schulte | Vampire: The Masquerade 5e | Duskborn | Amersfoort
Embraced by her high school sweetheart in a vain attempt to save her life as she was dying of stage 4 leukemia. Thinborn, with baby teeth, lifelike and a vitae dependency. If she goes without vitae for too long, she will get closer and closer to dying. It's not ideal. They're trying to figure it out.
#eva-ngelical
Jip Prins | Vampire: The Masquerade 5e | Clan Malkavian | Amsterdam
Adopted from South Korea, raised in Amsterdam in the 70's and 80's. They're an artist, specialize in restoring Dutch Golden Age paintings and were a blood doll by choice. The world melts around them when their bane hits. They don't know who embraced them and have been adopted by the Anarch movement shortly after their embrace.
#jippie!!
Willow Turing | Vampire: The Masquerade 5e | Clan Toreador | Amsterdam
Willow moved to Amsterdam for her education, stayed for a man and then got forced into precarious situations. She saw her sire murdered in front of her face, sacrificed her grandsire to stay in Amsterdam, and now manages the local Succubus Club with her boyfriend, (former) hound and Ventrue Sasha. Also may have a cocaine problem.
#willowtalking
Eva shakes at his shoulder, his dead skin cold against her palm. She's not used to the feeling yet, but at this moment, she does not care much about it. She coughs twice into her hand, feels the capillaries in her nose popping. When she pulls her hand back, there's blood. He should be waking up sooner rather than later. She thinks she's been awake for about an hour.
She gets up from the bed they share, heads for the bathroom and opens the medicine cabinet. She grabs one of the chemo pills she keeps, pops it in her mouth and washes it down with water. She knows better, knows that she should be eating with these, but she's not in the mood to make an elaborate meal just for her meds.
"Eva? Are you okay?"
Adam's voice sounds panicked. He must have smelled her nose bleed, it's the only explanation for the speed with which he rushes into the bathroom. She can pretty much feel his eyes scanning her for injury before he grabs a few pieces of toilet paper and dabs at her nose.
"I'll take that as a no."
"I'm fine adjacent, my love… I just—."
"Do you need to eat?" He squints at her, readying to bite in his wrist to provide her with the vitae he knows is keeping her alive in a way.
"I fed yesterday… I think I should call the hospital for an appointment. Maybe medical interference might work."
He sighs, pulls her into his arms and holds her just slightly tighter than he normally does.
"You're squishing me—"
"Do you want to just stay home for tonight?"
Eva nods, escapes from his arms and grabs hold of his hand instead, leading him towards their living room. "Stay with me?"
Adam lets her push him onto the couch, lets her climb into his lap before wrapping his arms around her once again. He kisses her, then rests his head on top of hers. She closes her eyes, safe in his arms, protected from the world outside of their little sanctuary. If only he could live up to his promise that he'd protect her from her insides, too.
The sad excuse for a bed in the jail cell she's in is surprisingly comfortable. Eva's on her back, staring up at the ceiling with her hands resting under her head. She truly does not care about this predicament. Hell, she's grateful for the break. She could have called her lawyer and she would have been out of here within minutes. But she's here right now, and might as well enjoy it for a bit.
She watches the sun set through the small window. They told her it's mandatory to give detainees a view of the outside. Maybe it's time to head home sometime soon.
Eva sits up, stretches her arms over her head and reaches for the intercom button they pointed out to her earlier. "Hello? I think I want to call my lawyer now."
They answer, but the quality is poor enough for her to not be certain about what is being said. Whatever. It won't take much longer anyway, or else she has a good case if she wants to press it.
It takes approximately 15 minutes when the door of her holding cell opens. She expects the same man who brought her into the cell to begin with, but instead is greeted by a ghost. He's grown up from when she last saw him, he looks like the picture on his Facebook from that time she searched his name and was too afraid to actually send a friend request.
"Adam?"
"Eva?"
The two stare at each other for a moment too long before he shifts back into his professional mode. He escorts her into an office, lets her call, and then takes her to an interrogation room. He asks her to wait, offers her a coffee, walks off and leaves her alone. So much for etiquette.
When he returns, he's smiling. His smile hardly changed since she last saw it decades ago. He places a cup of coffee on the table in front of her, just the way she likes it. He must have remembered, even after all these years. She's skeptical about his sudden enthusiasm, until he reveals that he's turned off the audio and video recording equipment in the room. Eva visibly relaxes.
It is as if no time has passed, even when it has been about a quarter century since they last spoke. They mesh well, catch up, gossip about people they've known and people they dated. They're both single now, and as soon as she drops that piece of information, Adam's behaviour shifts once more. He mentions he missed her, wants to try again now that they're both available and grown up. Eva lets him ramble, responds with shrugs and answers he must have read as coy.
Her lawyer calls back, explains the need for the interview to take place over the phone to get Eva out of the police office as quickly as possible, she calls it a medical necessity that Eva can't be held overnight, that she needs medication they can't provide.
Before an interview can even take place, Adam thanks her for her time and ends the call prematurely.
And with that, the bubble is burst.
"When were you going to tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
"Eva."
Eva sighs, leans an elbow on the table and rests her head on her hand. "What's the point? I have a terminal illness, you were going to let me go, and we'd never see each other again… You weren't supposed to be… well… you."
haha! surprise bonus post before i go to sleep! inspiration struck and i had to get it out of my system.
Everything should be fine now. He said everything was going to be fine now. I trusted him when he said he could fix me, when he said he could heal me and we could be together. And… we are together, that much is true, but he said I'd be okay.
I look down at my hands, they're shaking ever so slightly. Or maybe it's my vision that's shaking. It's hard to tell.
What I do know, is that I can feel my energy fading. We had planned to meet with our friends in a bar, something about the owner of the joint being "like us" and her having "more information" about whatever it is we have to do. They told me the details. I can't recall them.
Adam is out on some recon thing for his… Sire? Is that what he called it? He hasn't told the man about me yet. Doesn't trust he won't take me out. But at this rate I might take myself out first.
I order an Uber, don't trust myself to drive to the pub. I enter the bar on auto pilot, find an empty table. Manage to sit down before the world fades.
"Eva? Eva? Are you okay?" An employee taps my cheek, the first thing I see when I open my eyes is a closeup of the table. A wave of nausea hits me, a struggle to swallow it back before lifting my head.
"I'm alright." I'm not alright.
"I called Adam, I hope you don't mind— he should be on his way here as we speak."
I nod in response.
Although he was called, he's still the one who gets to the bar last. He slides into the booth next to me, his hand immediately reaching for mine. The rest of his, of our, acquaintances have been talking, but I've once again not retained any of the information.
"You look pale. Have you eaten?"
I shake my head before letting it drop against his shoulder gently. Eyes closed. He and I both know this is not something that can be fixed with just a sandwich and a cup of coffee.
I can feel his muscles tense as he cuts the meeting he wanted short, just moments after entering. He slides out of the booth again, pulls me along with him and before I realise, I'm in the passenger's seat of his car.
"I'll take you home. I'm sorry—. Don't die on me, okay? We'll figure this out."
He speaks more quickly than he usually does, drives faster, too. If his boss knew, he'd probably be kicked out of the police force for this reckless behaviour. I don't mind it much, it shows he cares.
At home, he carries me onto the couch. He keeps mumbling 'I'm sorry's under his breath, as if he did this to me. He rests my head on the arm rest, bites at his own wrist and brings the open wound to my lips, forces the blood into my mouth. And only then I start feeling slightly like myself again.
"You aren't really going to call the cops on a dying woman, are you?" Eva's smiles easily as she follows two employees to the back. "I didn't even leave the store, so technically I didn't steal anything anyway." The staff remains quiet, just lets her talk and talk and talk as she feels the need to fill the air with noise. The store radio doesn't work in the office they're bringing her to.
One of the two employees steps out to call the non-emergency police number. Eva takes a seat behind the desk, arms crossed. She keeps her eyes focused on the other employee, scans her from the top of her head to the steel-toed shoes she's wearing. She's a lot younger than the other one, so she assumes the manager's the one outside.
"Can I at least get something to drink? Water or something? In case the wait's long?"
The girl doesn't answer. It's evident she doesn't really know how to handle situations like this. Or maybe she does, but Eva doesn't fit in her prejudiced idea of what a shoplifter should look like. Eva thinks she should surely reconsider her ideas of what shoplifters look like, since Eva has had a lot of success lifting items from the store before.
The manager steps back in. Eva asks again for water, the younger girl steps out to get her a cup and the lady she just assumes is the manager takes a seat in front of her.
"So it's gonna take a while before the cops get here, right?" Eva laughs bitterly, shakes her head.
"It might be a while. So why don't you explain to me how sorry you are and how you didn't mean to do this?"
Eva ignores the question. "To think that I'm going to have to waste precious hours of my final days waiting for a police officer… what a way to go out."
The younger girl - Mara, according to the nametag on her uniform - returns and places a paper cup on the table in front of her. Eva thanks her halfheartedly, picks up the cup and throws the water back. She then reaches for her phone, checks the time. It's not much longer until the store is meant to close. According to her calculations, they're probably going to let her go before the police show up at this rate. It's not like she's stolen that much… and she has been in this position before. If they do keep her past closing time… Eva sits in silence, eyes bright and scanning the expression on the manager's face. She's trying to decide which medical emergency would work best on these people, they probably don't know how necessary her medication is.
It has worked before, and it will work again. Eva knows this game better than anyone in this room, she will walk out here free. Dying, but free.
