#fcrtykills

[halfvampirehalflycan]

@fcrtykills replied to your post: What's all black, blue eyed, and something to run...

“Selene. When she’s looking for a volunteer for a sparring partner.”

“I saw that coming, and you’re lucky I promised Selene I’d be on my best behavior.”

[cautiousbutfoolish]

@fcrtykills continued from here (x) 

“Ugh, that’s... why did you need to tell me that.” She dropped the knife to her side and stepped around to face Varga. "I’m not...” She let out a shaky breath “I told you that while yes I feel the same about you, that doesn’t mean I’m ready for anything. I’m not ready for that yet. I figured we’d take things slow, please.”

[inacciaio-archive]

@fcrtykills suggested a plot and now we’re doin it <3

Semira thought children were incredibly annoying. Ironically, they were drawn to her but never her to them. Children either went one of two ways with Semira, either they found her to be incredibly beautiful with a soothing presence and soft voice, or they found the high heels, business woman, fur wearing persona to be too reminiscent of Cruella de Vil and disliked her because of this. Children too young to be so mistrusting though, they usually liked her. Semira wished she could say the same. 

She certainly could if they weren’t always either crying or misbehaving or even playing tricks on her if they were old enough. Though it could also be her lack of experience with children that made her wary of them. 

When she got home from work, again, this particular child was crying. A young child from the sound of it, perhaps a newborn even. Either way, it was a baby screaming and though her numerous complaints hadn’t been heeded, she needed to do something. Semira stepped outside of her apartment and into the hall, ready to tell whoever the parent was to do something with their child.

[halfvampirehalflycan]

@fcrtykills

Michael had been running for days, getting away from the lycan den he had awoken in. His whole body was weak, and he hadn’t had a chance to feed since he had revived. He didn’t know how much longer his body could keep pushing, but he needed to find somewhere safe. Once he was safe, he would feed, and then search for Selene. He could only hope she survived whatever happened to them in that place he first awoke in before being discovered by Marius. 

He was nearing a safe house he knew existed when the smell of a vampire hit him. He let out a growl, his fangs extending. He didn’t have the energy to fight, but whoever was near didn’t need to know that. He forced his claws to extend as he turned, but didn’t see anyone nearby. 

“Show yourself.” Michael yelled “If you’re following me, you might not want to stand downwind, your scent is so easy to catch!” 

[inacciaio-archive]

@fcrtykills

Semira had been thinking quite a lot about all of this. She had many questions, but few answers. Why would she give such an apology to Varga, and not to anyone else, even those who were far more important, skilled and powerful than Varga. She hadn’t truly gained much by lowering herself like that. Groveling to Selene or even the Council might have granted her a greater reward. And yet she had apologized so sincerely to Varga instead, only gaining, hopefully, his company and attention again. It was all Varga was capable of giving her now. Another question resented deeply within Semira, most likely because of her lack of understanding the concept.

After a few moments in silence as they watched the recruits train, Semira finally asked the question that shook her very core. She knew they weren’t listening; they were too focused on combat, and they couldn’t be heard over the clashing of swords anyway.

“Varga?” she spoke quietly. “Why did you love me?”

Not only did Semira have a lack of understanding when it came to love, she couldn’t think of how he could still love her despite her years of mistreatment. What had even caused the love in the first place? Why did it remain? What was it exactly that he felt for her?

“I promise, I’m not asking to manipulate you. I’m just trying to understand. No one has--” She sighed and paused. Don’t. Really, don’t, Semira told herself. “No one has loved me before.” Semira admitted. “Viktor did, but it was a parental love, not a romantic love, and even then, I now realize that Viktor’s love was only a falsity.”

Semira wouldn’t, but she wanted to ask if what she was so confused about, these feelings that were forming, these sentimental clingings to past memories they shared, she wanted to ask if that was love. Semira genuinely didn’t know.