#gdfrey

[gurlrot-a]

              𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄  𝐌𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐀𝐍   ( 𝐴𝑁𝐼𝑀𝐴𝐿. )

                                       ft. roman godfrey ( @gdfrey )

[cohuta]

@gdfrey

❛ ⸻ 𝙈𝙍. 𝙂𝙊𝘿𝙁𝙍𝙀𝙔, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙊𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙍 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙎𝘼𝙔 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐱 . . . ❜ 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 - 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚠, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 ; 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 〔 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎? 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝙴𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚝. 〕

[bakkr]

[ * @gdfrey , unsolicited starter . ] =========================================

pristine. spotless. immaculate, even. the impressively streak-free work environment of someone who, v quickly assumed, had a few issues when it came to desperately seeking the appearance of order & cleanliness // & yet with every surface touched & every handrail grazed she felt less & less clean herself. the whole place reeked of the 1%, & even that may have been putting it mildly [ she was truly in the belly of the beast, where capitalism & nepotism ruled all. ] ❛❛ mr. godfrey ? sorry to bother you but the nervous guy at reception told me i should come up here before heading to the server room. i'm v, they brought me in to join the cybersecurity team. ❜❜

[untilthcyrot]

Ballet had always been her passion and that hadn't changed since she was turned into a vampire. It may have limited her ability to continue working with the ballet company she had been contracted to when she was still human, as how could she be expected to explain the new changes she was experiencing, among other things. Ballet had been halted for several years - decades, actually. Almost two full centuries to be exact, before she reclaimed her love and desire. This time she wasn't fastening up her slippers and enduring harsh lessons on the tips of her toes. This time she ran the schools that offered girls a chance to express themselves and perform in shows they only dreamed of being part of. The same way she had in the eighteenth century.

❝ I told myself I wasn't going to be one of those pitiful vampires living in the dark shadows gorging on rats for food, doing nothing with the eternal life I was given. ❞ A lighthearted laugh left her, although that could have very well happened if she hadn't taken a stronger stand against Abraham when she departed from his side. She could have slipped into the shadows and hidden herself away from him the rest of the world. Instead, she turned back to ballet, the only thing she had left from her living, breathing human side.

❝ I opened up a ballet school back home in Russia. I opened another not too long ago in New York. Ideally, I'd like to open one up in California, perhaps. ❞ She smiled fondly then. ❝ It's my way of being part of this world even if I sometimes feel so far from it. Does that make sense? ❞

♡ ───── @gdfrey liked nadja's starter call !

[bwaybaby]

@gdfrey liked for a starter !

“Give me the remote! I said, give me the remote!” Her voice was desperate as her barely five-foot frame struggled to wrestle the remote from the other person’s firm grip. She couldn’t let them see what was on the television—an old re-airing of Dance Academy, the hit reality show she had starred in as a teenager.

It wasn’t that she was ashamed of being on the show. That wasn’t the issue. The problem was this episode—the one where she kissed her late fiancé. After years of grieving his loss, the thought of someone else watching that moment felt unbearable. “I’m being serious,” she muttered, her voice lowering and nearly cracking. “Give. Me. The. Remote.”

[zpellman]

"don't touch that."

attention remains fixated entirely on the book displayed upon the shop's counter, manicured french tips rapidly go through the paragraphs, until she reaches the bottom of the page, shuts the book closed and raises her gaze to glare at the young man lingering closer to the grandfather clock.

"please. it's dangerous, you should never touch it," voice changes from icy to scolding, yet she still tries to adopt a friendlier tone, the kind hilda naturally masters, the charm that makes everybody drawn to her sister, "i know you're looking for something, mr. godfrey, you've been here twice this week. but you won't find it inside that clock," a warning lingers in the air, as if she expects him to know just what the lost-in-time clock can do. perhaps he already does, "whatever it is you need, you come to me for it. my sister won't be happy if you break something in the shop." @gdfrey

[knifelick]

" you're such a fuckin' pussy ! "

she laughs, chiming of unhinged bells, half-naked and displayed on his mattress as she shoots the white powder up her nostril -- while cocaine isn't her drug of choice ( violence will always be her number one addiction ), there's still a pleasant feeling of euphoria she experiences, like the sweet memories of warmth summer nights on the firefly farmhouse porch getting high with otis. and because baby knows men from a to z, even more so when they are under the influence, she can tell he's struggling to somehow supress the need to talk about his urges. she's told the young man, up and front, that she's killed her way into hemlock grove, one truck stop at a time ( says it like it's something funny and cool and exciting, like when she'd tell captain spaulding about her hunting hogs with RJ in the woods ), and he looks amused, and she knows he wants to know more.

savage beast knows to recognize its fellow predator.

" c'mon, just tell me ! if y're gonna kill anyone from this town, who is it gonna be? we're doin' it ! " childlike enthusiasm, a little girl on christmas morning egging a boy into tearing off the colorful wrapping paper, " we're gonna cut some fuckers when we run outta coke. " @gdfrey

[godfre]

❛  i wish we could just erase all the bad things that have happened.  ❜

her miracle. swathed in muslin & bathed in moonlight ; every secret in existence locked away in nearly bald head, all to be forgotten by the time she spoke her first dazzling words - such was the way of the universe, you were only allowed to know for as long as the secrets would be kept.

roman's presence within the room was technically far less of a miracle, though as tall figure approached, letha's expression said otherwise. 𝒲𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝒰𝒞𝒦 𝐻𝒜𝒱𝐸 𝒴𝒪𝒰 𝐵𝐸𝐸𝒩, would have been a fair response, given the lack of enthusiasm the man had shown towards his new niece, or even the fact that his cousins luckily hadn't bled out like a sacrificial pig, but what good would bringing it up have possibly done? the actions of others could not be controlled, but letha's reaction to his absense was completely up to her - and she would choose to forgive and forget, the overwhelming love in her heart far too strong to let the moment be ruined.

❛      this has been . . . a spectacularly strange few months,     ❜ she would agree in her own way, not fully admitting that it had been AWFUL, but acknowledging that it had been different. as words were spoken roman was all but dragged towards the window, slow pace ensuring that the moment wouldn't be ruined by stitches ripping and letha's internal organs spilling out onto the floor. ❛ this thing is pretty cool though. it's a baby - you might remember seeing it a little while ago? y'know, before you totally forgot about both of us? ❜ okay, so maybe a little pettiness was still on the menu.

❛ you wanna hold her? she's a really good sleeper, she won't wake up. ❜

@gdfrey