#hopeharmed

[sanctified-sanctuary]

⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ @hopeharmed ⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ 〝Do I have something on my face or why do you keep looking at me like that?〞||〝Yeah, but you should see the other guy.〞{Salvatore 🙴 Valentine 🙴 Evangeline}

The match was brutal, much more a challenge than passing nights and it was electrifying. The crowd was still jumping with energy after the spectacle, hell Valentine could hardly push their way through the crowd leaving the makeshift ring - a dirt floor cage meant for underground fights.

〝God they need to get more talent like that in here,〞 a deep throaty chuckle following as Valentine wiped sweat and another's blood from their brow and claimed a table on the outskirts of the warehouse to kick their feet up. The stocky fighter being trailed by their most loyal companion like a ghost given form, in all white and a head above half the gathered audience ever at their side.

〝Maybe they would have more talent if you weren't so rough on them, Valya. They're not like us, humans are deceptively fragile.〞 Her own laughter being drowned out by the aforementioned throng of mortal men. It was a full house, the air thick with sweat blood and smoke- all of which Valya was contributing to tonight.

〝Though I can't help but agree, even my instincts were kicking in from outside the cage- a good hunt is in order after this.〞 Her ember orange eyes were practically alight with desire upon the suggestion, there was nothing quite like the both of them on the prowl at night- a deadly duo.

[bledpink]

❝ 𝐎𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑, if you wanted help, you should have said something! ❞  the voice comes with a slight giggle as the god fades into view — from cold, crisp air, the warmth of a pink-clad figure forms, fleurano emerging whilst straightening a tie with a new patterned that he'd recently imagined. it looked better in his head, but he dares not fret about it when dearest ermelinde has called upon him. ( @hopeharmed did not summon him by name nor by will; but fleurano bears great aptitude in inserting himself where he believes is timely, though hardly proper. ) he flashes a smile, descending stairs with a skip in his step without breaking eye contact. the foot that hits the bottom scuffs slightly, stopping just before her while he extends a hand.  ❝ that kind of pride you have, nemesis, it does not escape me — but nor do your shortcomings. ❞

[rcsebane]

@hopeharmed:

" i do feel drawn to you . " she's said it aloud , but the way she says it gives away the fact that he'd made his internal monologue known to her — whether intentionally or not . " sort of like . . . the way the sea is drawn to the shoreline . i want to pull away from you , but every time i come back . because i'm compelled to . " ( because she wants to . ) " isn't that strange ? "

The two vampires sit across from one another, each holding a book in hand while silence fills the small library — Cain's library to be exact. Like every so often, he found himself in Nemesis' company, though he hated her presence at the very beginning he couldn't help but notice how he gradually came to accept her with each day she decided to show up unannounced. While he would never admit it, there was no one he would consider a 'friend'. Being at least three centuries old, he eventually got used to this fact. The only person special to him, the one he remembered, was and always will be Roselyn. Still, ever since spending more time with Nemesis, it seemed that memories from his previous life, his human life, would flood his mind ever so often. Even now — sitting together like this — it felt oddly familiar, he couldn't explain it.

With Roselyn he never sat down like this, even if he did, there'd always be a feeling of unpleasantry. However, this right here felt ... nice. Enjoying quality time with another person — Nemesis out of all people — feeling safe and happy, he rarely felt this way with another person. Could it be 'friendship'? Did he ever have a similar connection like this in the past? Would anyone even want to be his friend? As he pondered, the redhead shifted his glance back and forth between his book and Nemesis. At some point she even caught him staring, which in turn caused him to avert his gaze again.

There was so much he didn't know about himself, so much he still wanted to learn — yet, at the same time, he was scared to find out the truth. Still, deep in his heart he knew. He knew that he was craving the same connection like the one's shared by the characters in the books he read. Trusting someone in reality though... wasn't as easy as fiction made it out to be. Cain glanced up from his book and let his gaze linger on Nemesis. I wonder whether you feel as strangely drawn towards me as I do to you. He strongly longed for an answer to the question that kept bothering him night and day. This craving desire seemed so deep, that his inner thought eventually reached the other vampire telepathically. The redhead let out a sigh before returning his attention back to his book, completely oblivious to the fact that Nemesis heard his rather personal monologue. 'I do feel drawn to you.'

He couldn't even turn the page when she suddenly gave a response. Fingertips gently held the paper mid-turn as his body froze up completely. Dark eyes widened in shock and disbelief, then once the emotions settled down, a wave of embarrassment washed over him. If he still had any blood circulation his cheeks would be flushing red now. Instead, he choked and caughed in surprise, almost ripping the page in the process. He immediately closed the book and put it on a small table next to his armchair to keep it safe, then he cleared his throat and crossed his arms. Did she seriously read his mind just now? That was impossible. There was no way she could have done it without him opening his mind up to her first — oh.

The realization hit him and he sighed, rubbing the sides of his temples. He wasn't known for making careless mistakes. He didn't know himself like this, being so absent-minded and lacking composure. To his surprise, she didn't even make fun of him or mock his train of thought, neither was there any disgust in her voice. No, on the contrary, she gave an honest and genuine answer to his question. On one hand he felt relief, on the other he really wanted to turn into mist and vanish. Cain tried his best to appear relaxed and cool, which was impossible to do with every muscle in his body tensing up, especially his face displayed the sheer awkwardness he felt. That, and his mind was all over the place. Talking about feelings had never been his greatest forte — yet, here he was. How does the saying go again? Be careful what you wish for, it might come true. And it did.

"Yes, it is quite strange." Ahem. "I mean, it's absolutely ridiculous. We — mutually drawn to each other — what nonsense. Or so I'd like to think." He pauses before locking eyes with Nemesis. "Like a flower is drawn to the sun, a moth is drawn to a flame, and the moon affects the sea. Unbelievable, yet possible. There's always a good reason behind what seems strange." He gets up from the armchair, grabbing the book from the small table, and walked over to one of the shelves where he places the book. With his back facing the other, he continues. "The reason why I allow you inside my library is the same reason why you always come back." Three little harmless words but he refuses to speak them out loud. Was he getting shy? Instead, he dares to open his thoughts to her, this time intentionally. I like you.

[wrthbrn]

something otherworldly ; something dark eminated from the woman whom entered the chapel . something antiquated. she had only seen a person with this sort of aura once in her life - a long time ago . it peaked her interest , but made her wary all the same .

" not many people come to a small church like this . " came her idle comment, gaze resting upon the stranger . " is there something i could help you with ? "

@hopeharmed / sc : for nemesis

[unblume]

❀ // @hopeharmed.

it is late in the night. the sound of crickets reigns the night, the yowling of the neighborhood's feral cats occasionally echoing down the streets. it just makes sense that around here, in this quiet little town, disturbances do not really happen where they aren't warranted; they only come to those who look for them — and so reina does. seeking out a vampire for companionship has been a strange vice, knowing that she can find him when the night grows as dark as her heavy heart. she turns a corner, eyes searching an unlit park. " salvatore ... ? "

[blaecdog]

hopeharmed / meme.

[ BAR ]  :   for  your  muse  to  join  mine  at  a  bar / salvatore 👹

if there was one thing vance hated the most, then it was the fact he had to walk through the whole damn chalice bar just to reach the stairs leading up to his apartment. the regulars already knew his face and even his routine, it was annoying. and to top it all of: he couldn't avoid anyone if they already sat right in front of the counter.

the hound tried his utmost to sneak by, to no avail. madame had already noticed him and waved him over to her. a low growl rumbled inside his throat before he sat down at the counter. as if she already knew what would happen next, she simply smiled at her guard dog. it didn't take long until another person joined him and took a seat next to him. that smell. "ah. you. say, do you ever shower at all? you reek."

[fatelcved]

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" miss nemesis, i was wondering... " kaiya sets down her teacup, sitting a little straighter as she addresses her fellow vampire. " would you like to come with me to see cyrillo? i understand that it would take you away from your duties for some time, but, " she pauses, grows a little shy as her gaze falls to her lap before meeting nemesis' eyes again. " i think he would love to see you, and i wouldn't mind the company. "

[barrenstarsarch]

crimson hues fleet around the nice little shop, taking in the sight of the many dresses the tailor has made to pre-order. roselle strolls around for a while, long white hair cascading down her back before she brings herself over to the only other being in the shop. she watches @hopeharmed for a moment before a warm smile spreads across her lips, able to sense the cold and dead air around her. ah, a vampire? " this may sound like a strange request, forgive me chérie, but i need a dress to wear to my own funeral. "

starter call!