#healrot

[lesvampirs]

STARTER CALL, NOT ACCEPTING ( ... ) FEATURING VESPERA DZHUROVA AND CARLISLE CULLEN. @healrot.

𝓣he  persistent  mist  and  slate-grey-blue  skies  greeted  her  like  an  old  friend  …  this  was  the  place  where  the  firs  grew  tall,  branches  stretching  up  towards  the  firmament  in  hopes  that  they  at  last  might  be  able  to  catch  but  a  single  droplet  of  the  hidden  golden  sun.  Not  today,  she  thought.  Not  today.  The  trees  nonetheless  had  seemed  to  part  and  sway  around  her  like  a  guide  during  her  drive  up  that  gnarled  old  road  towards  the  great  glass  fortress  of  the  woods.  She  had  sent  no  warning,  no  prior  indication  of  her  arrival   —  not  even  through  a  letter,  or  a  call.  Then  again,  she  hadn’t  exactly  planned  to  be  here,  either  …  but  how  much  could  it  hurt,  really,  to  drop  in  on  an  old  acquaintance  bearing  gifts?  

❛   Do  you  have  any  room  left  in  that  house  of  yours  for  a  few  more  things?   ❜  Vespera  spoke  with  no  greeting,  merely  a question and a proposal. Mischievous and lively as she leaned  against  the  trunk  of  her  car  that  toted  precious  antiquities  previously  lost  to  time,  or lost  to  thieves.  She  had  thought  about  returning  it  to  the  churches,  the  museums  …  but  then  she  thought  that  they  had  quite  enough  stuff  already,  and  weren’t  exactly  searching  for  this  anyway.  Maybe, just maybe,  he’d  like  to  hang  on  to  it  for  a  little while.  ❛   It’s  Venetian,  from 1324.  Tempera  on  a  poplar  panel. Some  Byzantine  influence,  and  it used  to  be  the  center  piece  of  a  triptych,  but  I  think  it  stands  well  on  its  own.  Would  you  like  to  see?   ❜

[agedrot]

face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.

if there was one thing aro couldn't stand , it was his own vulnerability. love made him weak , carlisle made him soft. if any of his enemies were to exploit that , he had no one to blame but himself. oh , but it was so easy to blame carlisle for it , too. with those wide golden eyes & gentle smile. christ , it was like looking into the sun itself & not getting burnt. the fingers that caressed his cheek were gentle , tender as they pushed him to face the other , & it took every ounce of strength within him not to recoil. he didn't like being beckoned , ordered , guided .. but any touch from carlisle seemed like a gift.

          ❛             i hate you.            ❜          he whispered , the lie rolling off his tongue with a tightness in his throat. aro took in a slow breath.           ❛             i hate the power you have over me , i hate that you think you can bend the rules i set eons ago because of my feelings for you .. mi odio per aver permesso che accadesse ..            ❜           despite his false confession , he found himself leaning into the man's hand , nuzzling his fingers & breathing in the buttery scent of his immortal blood thrumming within his wrist. it was an easy thing , confusing hatred for love. soul piercing , bone crushing love.

those fingers moved again against his cheek , & aro felt himself start to melt , releasing a soft groan as he sagged forward , wrapping his arms around carlisle & burying his face into the crook of his familiar throat , tracing his teeth along the hollow of his nape.          ❛             tell me what you want , il mio angelo. i'll do anything you ask.            ❜          

@healrot