#freezing-deception

[bloodsuckingwitch]

Frozen

In another unfortunate game of “can a vampire get that”, Em has seemingly been overcome with symptoms of hypothermia after she’d found the one patch of ice that could not hold her weight. Everything after the initial sound of the crack was a blur in her mind.

To her luck, Vikas was more than experienced with these sorts of ailments. She’d already been stripped of her wet clothing and given dry garments to wear, placed in front of the largest fire the cabins fireplace can sustain, and fed with a heated glass of bloodwine. So now it was a waiting game to see how long it would take for her body to regain its heat.

She stirs as she feels Vikas sliding in beside her in the small bed, on that had been dragged from a bedroom to allow Em some comfort while she warmed up. The new source of heat is welcomed and she turns so she’s facing him, curling up close. 

"I feel as though this is your country’s way of rejecting my presence," She muses, voice muffled as she buries her face into the crook of his neck.

[bloodsuckingwitch]

♖

Immediately upon feeling Vikas' presence, she reaches out and pushes into his mind for hopes of being able to see what he's seeing - just seeing anything but a black void. She had "recovered" enough to be able to function outside of a hospital, but true recovery would be a long, painful process after having been attacked in the way she was, eyes cut by a slayer and garlic juice thrown in her face.

When her first sight is herself with horrifying scarring on and around her eyes she leaves his head just as quick, the sight almost making her sick to her stomach. No, the blackness is better than looking at that.

No sound comes from the girl for several moments. When she finally speaks, her voice is so... Small that even she is surprised it comes from herself. 

"They know, do they not? All of Elysia knows. Tell me, Vikas, is my name already slandered beyond repair? With this... Scarring that makes me so wretched to look at?" Certainly he'll lie and say she does not look as bad, but she knows the truth. Even her children gasped and almost heaved when they saw her. "Can you even stand the sight of my face? I will forgive you if you must turn away."

[bloodsuckingwitch]

my url? lmao i am l a t e

Do I Follow Them?: Yessss

Why Did I Follow Them?: Because I was trying to get this blog back up because I had sudden Em muse then while searching the TCOVT tag you popped up and I was like FUCK YES

Do We Role Play?: All the time

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: hell yes

An AU Idea For Our Muses: *opens up text/skype thread full of 9504085054 au ideas* *clears throat*

A Song For Our Muses: Caleb Trask - The Crane Wives (i'm so bad at this o mg)

Do I Ship Our Muses?: Yes in like platonic and romantic ways

What I Think About The Mun: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAE

Overall Opinion: u da bae, vikas da bae.

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[bloodsuckingwitch]

Flashback

The darkness. It's all that occupied her mind for several moments. Overwhelmed by darkness while Antony and Kensley struggled to coax her from the rubble where Cassius' body lay. She'd been warned of the dangers of lingering inside the minds of dying vampires, but such lessons often go unlearned until someone is hurt.

Towards the end Cassius had begged her to stay at his side - not verbally, of course, the old vampire could never bring himself to that in his final moments. But the fear and the way that the soothing thoughts she sent his way began to alleviate it... How could she not linger? Had she not known better, once he began to slip away for good she would have tried to follow him.

But Cassius is passed now, leaving Em with his cold hand wrapped in hers, growing colder, and an overwhelming feeling of darkness, of emptiness. When Antony begins to poke around inside her mind to compel her to leave the space, the wrongness of the situation is sensed instantly.

She curls up within the small space of the rubble and lets tears flow freely, though she no longer sobs. When Antony insists that she hasn't died, her only response is a bleak, "But I should."

The rest of the night is a blur in Em's mind of Antony's consolations and that overwhelming darkness as she tried to regain full functions of her mind. 

[dxllydearest]

really late on this but Charlie/Jeanie

Who’s the messiest one: Jeanie.

Who feels the most uncomfortable about PDA: Charlie of course. But it doesn't stop Jeanie. 

Who’s the funniest drunk: I'm gonna say Charlie just because I don't imagine he gets drunk a lot. 

Who texts the most: Jeanie. Charlie's probably more adept to telepathy.

Who has the most embarrassing taste in music: Both of them have on point tastes water u talkin about.

Who reads the most: Charlie. Jeanie struggled a lot in school so reading isn't her favorite activity in the world.

Who’s better with kids: Charlie

Who’s the one that fixes things around the house: They both do.

Who’s got the weirdest hobby: Jeanie

Who cooks and who cleans up: Charlie

[bloodsuckingwitch]

❅

It was a dirty trick, really.

While vampires often separated themselves from human customs surrounding courtship and marriage, there were the few who believed in old fashioned ideas surrounding noble families and the power of uniting them through marriage. Which of course, would be all fine and dandy should those ideas not be directed towards Em and Vikas - as they often are, the two coming from long lines of vampiric leaders as well as remaining close friends for centuries.

In a blur of movement by the unknown party, a sprig of mistletoe was planted above the threshold of the kitchen in Vikas’ cabin where a feast was being hosted for the holidays, and the two unsuspecting vampires passed through it at the same time.

Amidst laughter from the crowd of drunken vampires, Em murmurs softly, her face burning hot. “Look, we’re under the mistletoe.”

[bloodsuckingwitch]

v-v

Em smiles at the new slayer - freshly finished with purification, training, the whole nine yards. His first "big boy mission", as Em had called it earlier, was to begin that night. This time they'd allotted in the morning was merely for preparation - ensuring that the newbie was ready mentally and physically, going over their plan, packing everything needed - from garlic juice to stakes to first aid kits - into their bags.

The girl turns her focus to assembling a first aid kit as she speaks.

"Boy Scouts and vampire slayers should always come prepared."

[bloodsuckingwitch]

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[[Traveling headcanon: Em consistently does travel with an escort of sorts, though it is usually Vikas or one of her sons. On occasion it might be a friend like Enrico. 

But no matter who it is escorting her they better be prepared for her to fall asleep on them, because that's her go to way to pass travel time. She might read or listen to music but it will eventually end with her falling asleep.]]