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⚡️ for gwen & dimitri (to lazy to ask on both lol)

Gwenyth

my first impression of your muse: She is a sweetie // Galadrielle is undecided, but she is neutral for now *giggles*

my first impression of you: You reminded me of Gwen, very sweet and soft spoken.

my favorite thing about your muse: Her innocence (in the sense or purity) // Galadrielle doesn’t enjoy much (she is a human girl, you will have to excuse her)

my favorite thing about you: Like I said very sweet, understanding and polite and very compassionate and attentive to the other players.

would I ever consider shipping our muses: Not so much unless it involved torture *giggles* It’s Gale we are talking about, she is horrible with human girls.

a plot I’d like to see between our muses: Gale using Kinbaku on Gwen and having her taken by another slave. (Either willingly or Dubcon)

an AU I think would be interesting for our muses: Cinderella with Gale as the evil stepmother, NC-17 version.

Dimitri

my first impression of your muse: Stop being half naked, I cannot focus // She finds him very attractive although she thinks at times he lets her make too many decisions :3

my favorite thing about your muse: The way you describe how he touches people, I find it erotic //

would I ever consider shipping our muses: If he manhandled her more, I could see it, then again I would love Gale to be in a gangbang *giggles*

a plot I’d like to see between our muses: I would love them to simply talk, something they have not quite done yet.

an AU I think would be interesting for our muses: Lost adventurer in the deep forest of India and stumbling upon a small tribe with Gale in it. (Let us pretend I am not going Pocahontas on you)

#gqa #gwenythcarrington #benvoliodimitri

§ ¥ µ € ™ (i know you didnt reblog it...but i wanna know! :D #greedy)

§ My character will reveal a nightmare they’ve had about yours.

It had been a long day at the office, figuratively speaking, after little to no sleep the previous night. Archer was particularly looking forward to getting home and showering to wash away the blood of the drunk he’d broken to protect the dancer. After that he’d call his construction team coordinator in New York to organise a fly over and prepare for his evening with Gwenyth. Twenty minutes from home, the vampire didn’t resist allowing his chin to drop—his driver would announce their arrival when it was time to wake up.

Light flickered sporadically over cracking dry wall every time wind passed through the broken shards of a glass window and lifted the moth eaten block out curtains. The dark room was the only space the child had known his entire life. At four years old, with no name and scars clearly not caused by curious boyish adventures, two things were clear to him—food was not to be eaten all at once, the rare crusts of bread or expired cans of spaghetti thrown his way meant the difference between crippling stomach cramps and lasting that little bit longer… and never upset mommy. When the child wasn’t escaping reality, dreaming beneath a mouldy blanket on the concrete floor, he made himself as small as he could be. Day in and day out he remained in that ball. Huddled in the corner, all skin over tiny bones and messy hair, closing his eyes as tightly as he could to hold in tears and wish as hard as he could that she wouldn’t come in. “Baby?” At the sound of her chiming voice, the little boy yelped and scrambled, his rich brown eyes had snapped open and now searched frantically for anything to keep her away. The fear in the room was almost tangible, the little boy soiled his already stained shorts and now let his tears flow freely.

Watching the scene unfold, Archer felt ill. He was a bystander in his own reality, unable to help, worthless. The child wailed and the mother smiled.

“Argh!” Archer exclaimed, grasping the back of the leather seat in front of him. The dreams memories had become so fucking vivid, but that wasn’t what woke him. When the woman had walked in, her familiarity started him into consciousness. Fingering the studded belt delicately… had been Gwenyth. “Jesus…” The vampire whispered, sitting back heavily.

¥ Drabble of an AU reenactment of our characters’ first meeting in a no-supernatural setting.

[Realistically, as Archer was born in 1918] “Taxi!” Mr. Onell whistled, lifting his arm to gain the attention of one of the many yellow cabs whooshing past. Within seconds a car pulled up beside the impeccably dressed gentleman. “There you go dear.” The elderly man said, smiling and shuffling back to lean on his stick. He may have been close to one hundred, but he didn’t look it. With more energy than he had in his twenties, the business mogul would never hesitate to assist a lady. “Thank you for stopping to talk to me, very few take notice of us old folk these days. As I was saying, you must be able to forgive, even if it’s difficult to do.… my great grandson told me that. I figure he’s smarter than me… now c’mon, best not keep the taxi here waiting.”

µ Three things my character likes/dislike about yours (Pick one).

> Her dark honey coloured eyes.> Her English accent.> The way she bites her lip.

€ My character will describe yours in one sentence.

An intriguing, beautiful thing.

™ Drabble of your character falling asleep on mine.

The vampire’s brow furrowed when Gwenyth failed to return his question. Turning to face her, he saw that she had succumbed to sleep—it was no wonder, the girl must have been exhausted. A small smile appeared on his lips, she appeared so peaceful… without warning her whole body shifted to curl next to him and her head nestled into his shoulder. Archer stiffened, he was not used to this kind of contact. Clearly the limited space in the back seat of his Audi was no obstacle. “Change of route, we’re not going to the Chateau. Take us back to my house.” Archer alerted his driver, relaxing a little. There was no way he was going to wake Gwenyth, only to dump her into another nightmare.

#You know I can't write anything short!!#His childhood though </3 :'(#gwenythcarrington

GWENYTH CARRINGTON & ARCHER ONELL

7:55pm—he was exactly five minutes early. If nothing, Archer Onell respected demanded punctuality. That afternoon he had fired the construction team on his site, where he had met Gwenyth, because their sheer incompetence was costing him more than the suit that boy had ruined earlier. One pitfall of Covaire… few masters would lift a finger to build something and fewer slaves would be allowed to; let alone possess the skills necessary. If things developed properly, like he knew they would under his guidance, his expert team would arrive Wednesday morning to finish the small architecture office. They were the same crew who worked under him overseeing the Arena plans—Darius would not mind, but he made a mental note to contact the Vampire King as a formality. What an egotistic title, thought to himself, laughing as he parked the Audi and strode into the glass lobby of Le Voltaire.

Since he’d last seen Gwen, Archer had showered and dressed in something a little more low key. A suit jacket draped over his arm, it contrasted perfectly against the crisp white shirt he had partially unbuttoned. He needed a distraction from work tonight, it was beginning to make him feel his age.

After chatting to the receptionist briefly, Archer caught the elevator to the top floor which housed his suite. She had informed him his date was indeed inside, but he wondered why. Was she here because he had insisted as such, or because she wanted to be? Shaking his head, Archer concluded he’d never know. Something else that interested him, which of his gifts had she chosen? x x x

One, two, three knocks later and Archer waited at the closed door for what he hoped would be the start to a very interesting evening.

#gwenythcarrington #i made some banner things last night #i'm not entirely sure how they'll work out haha #sorry this is a bit crap :-))