#francesca.

[societypaper]

"how is this going to work?"

open; francesca

[pacinosgf]

betting all i have on that furrowed brow.

when a woman gets married, she must lose everything resembling to her past. only in that condition, she may become what she needs to be: a good wife, a good mother, a good family woman. there is no more the need for trivialities like personal identity or personal tastes, things that not even young girls shoud need, and there should not be the necessity. your children come first, your husband comes right after them. you will understand when you become a wife. it won't take long.

@materialgwrl

[societypaper]

"why are you so concerned about me? i said i was fine."

[vamphiers]

name: francesca vermeer date of birth / date of death: february 13th, 1806 / july 23rd, 1857 (aged 51) birthplace: antwerp, belgium residence: bruges, belgium pronouns: she/her sexuality: lesbian positive: caring, wise, born leader, neutral, diplomatic negative: secretive, sharp, distant, inflexible, unforgiving likes: the city of bruges, rennaissance paintings, history podcasts dislikes: liars, how much she misses the sun, the prison of her own making

francesca was part of the antwerp bourgeousie. had lost her children & husband to the vampire that was essentially hunting her. started her clan & what they stood for after she managed to escape from him. settled in bruges 100 years ago.

a more in detail about tba!

[wicked-malia]

Well now you’re just predictable.

This was practically a mockery now, proving Satan had seen each and every interaction he had ever made. Returning to work after a break with Paimon, he was hoping for someone that would bring that thrill back. His entire body felt so achingly numb that he was growing a bit desperate to feel something. Even being criticized by Paimon had hardly stirred a reaction from him, while normally he would have taken the critic a bit hard just because it was Paimon. But no, he still felt vacant. Almost as if he had flown too close to the sun and burnt himself out with the first two. 

Then, seeing Francesca, it settled into his gut like a heavy stone. Remembering the way the female had yelled at him and how he had let her get away with it. And then Leonard had went out of his way to try and be superior over him. Caleb of course was the outlier in this equation, Malia had never had a poor interaction with the man before hand, but there was that rumor about them being opposites of one another. Caleb praised by Satan and Malia, well, not.

Teeth grinding together, considering whether this was just a test. He could go find Paimon after this, see if he had got assigned anyone yet, but, he was sure the other demon didn’t want to see him, not after the bar. Nothing good ever lasts down here. It was probably for the best, he couldn’t drag Paimon down into his mess if he had no desire to see him.

Focus returning to the slave, not surprised to see what her fear was. Of course. Tongue pressing to the roof of his mouth as he let it guide itself, simply urging it along. Observing as, whoever the fuck that was, had no idea who she was. Amused by her distress and near theft of the phone as she tried to find someone who did know her. But it wasn’t enough, he wanted more. 

Manipulating the scene, if friends forgetting her was heartbreaking, surely her family forgetting her would just be devastating. Remembering her dramatics over missing Christmas. “Here, now you’ve got it.” He mocked, knowing she couldn’t hear him. Feeling that numbness slip away, the delight returning at watching her face fall, feeling her pain as her family so clearly didn’t remember her.

What next? Oh, surely she had a career. Not that he could imagine her doing anything except looking pretty. So, it was no fucking surprise that her job was literally to look pretty. “Should have just been a sugar baby.” Speaking of, his excitement spiking, surely she had a boyfriend. Isn’t that how she died, something to do with a boyfriend. Yes, he was sure that’s what he had heard.

Twisting the scene once more, giddy with excitement as she rode the elevator up. Her dread was almost as good as the heartbreak that occurred upon seeing her boyfriend with the enemy. Cackling as the boyfriend couldn’t even remember her name. That made it all the more sweeter, as the girl basked in her misery, feeling entirely erased from existence.

 “They say you die twice. Once when you stop breathing and a second time when somebody says your name for the last time.”

@chessthorpe​

[moonlightbcbe]

starter for @venomandhoncy

francesca thanked the bartender before downing the drink in one go. she wasn’t playing games tonight - she intended on forgetting everything that had happened to her recently. she turned towards the person next to her. “so are you going to come dance with me or am i gonna have to find someone else?”

[gcnebysunrisearchived-blog]

Francesca hates terms of endearments and being called sweet or cute or basically anything other than her name. Like no, don’t do it.

[gcnebysunrisearchived-blog]

Also another thing about Francesca is that she learned how to hold a gun when she was sixteen and it was because her father forced her to. She got so mad and frustrated that she pointed it at him