#i. olivia

[ladynashuja-archive]

@xrevitalized

Unbeknownst to the divine vampire, Nashuja had been in Beacon Hills for a while. Learning her surroundings and establishing herself first was important above all else; she needed it to seem as if she’d arrived for other reasons that seemingly stalking Olivia. 

The old mortician had scored a better job closer to her ageing parents, and Anne Young blew the competition away for the open position. It was a flawless transition, and Nashuja couldn’t afford to ruin it on alerting those who knew her too early. 

And now the time had come. A rather apt time, she thought. Valentines Day, a day of romance seemed so fitting to reacquaint herself with one of the truly few people she’d ever felt love for. The type of love that time never seemed to damage or decay. It just kept on beating within her.

Entering the club, Nashuja looked around listlessly as she made her way to the bar. Faces she didn’t know were visible through the gloom, but none stood out like the powerful form of her favourite vampire: oh, Olivia.

A woman who deserved worship. Who deserved the attention of others. Hair that deserved a soft caress and lips Nashuja wouldn’t hesitate to kiss again if Olivia gave her permission. 

“Olivia?” She called out through the music, perfectly feigned shock colouring her voice and face. “My, my, Olivia! You’re looking well.”

[crookedroads]

WILD HORSES / FT. CARVER ( @carverbrunswick )

It wasn't that she expected much out of people, let alone when it came from her uncle's ranch, but the Lady Luck thing was one step too far. Then again, all of it was too far to Olivia, not that she was saying as much anymore. Now she listened and nodded, pretended that she didn't care. At least, she did before her uncle landed himself in a coma and now, she had to take a side. And with her last name, it was apparently a given that she should stand with her kin. And Carver, he was one of Cooper's men. "Big night at the Casino," she said, as if it was a simple talk about winnings and not a complete carnage. "Drinks on the owner for the night." Trust had to be earned, that much had been hinted by her cousin and this was part of that. "Even top shelf," she added with a wink.

[crookedroads]

CORMAC AUTO SHOP / FT. LIAM ( @boundeds )

There were things in this world that scared her, like everyone else, but many less than most. Olivia had already lost so much of what she once thought made her the person she was, so many lives lost that she wasn't entirely certain she held her own to such a high place anymore, at least not above others. But if there was one thing she was afraid of, it was loosing Liam again, not that she even thought she deserved to have the stolen moments they had.

Olivia waited for the shop to be closed, like a burglar, someone who didn't want to be caught. It wasn't that she didn't want anyone to see her with Liam, she was just too afraid of how fragile whatever they had was, afraid that it couldn't survive to be seen. The woman was only slowly coming to term with the fact that it wasn't just a one off, that it wasn't just the familiarity sought the night her father died that brought her to his doorstep. No matter how much she denied it to everyone and herself, Liam was under her skin and would always be. "Got some time for a drink," she said with a devious smile as she brandished the bottle she had brought. There was a lot on her mind, Olivia being well aware of what Cooper had done to Lady Luck, but talking about the family feud had always been something they avoided. And now that Olivia had 'pledged' her loyalty back to Cooper, things were about to get worse. "Or did you have other plans tonight?"

[ladynashuja]

@xrevitalized if you need me call me

On her days off from the mortuary, Nashuja mostly spent her time catching up with Authority agents under her management- passing on tasks, taking note of information gathered and feelers put out- or reporting those back to Ms Beckett and Narvekar, however the latter were rare.

Stationed as the most senior level of the Authority in the area, Nashuja’s ‘days off’ were rarely classified as actual days off. Not when she had the likes of Peter Hale crying to her that problems in his lap weren’t being dealt with for him.

The day she was summoned not by any of her subordinates, but Olivia, was being spent of all things making cookies. The intent behind baking them was as a gift for the Reyes girl, whom to Nashuja’s joy had taken a liking to her, but the issue itself was that the warlock was not much of a baker. In fact, Nashuja struggled to recall the last time she had cooked for herself anything non-savory and it felt lazy to simply will it with magic.

Nashuja tossed down the tray onto the hob of her oven when the cookies once again came out burnt and flicked her hand up to shut the alarm off. Not a moment later, her necklace pulsed.

The necklace only linked her with one person, unlike the bead which shackled her to over a dozen morons, and the warlock gripped it tightly to accept the link between herself and Olivia.

“Olivia! Lovely for you to summon, but I suspect given the daylight hours this isn’t for a chat.”

[roseofroman]

@xrevitalized​ safety is a lie

Roman ran the rest of the way back to Elysium after the attack, but at the weak, limp pace Humans ran at with his energy so depleted as it was. He knew he should have turned back and checked on Stiles, his biggest priority now; but there was a the ever present chant in his mind telling him now miserably unsuitable he was to be a sire-

A soft yet strong hand stroked down his face, admiring him like a lover while the eyes were detached as if he were a piece of artwork instead.    “My word, you’re even more exquisite now. I had been concerned the lack of blood’s flush would ruin it.” Roman trembled all over, confused with what was going on, and blinked up at the man. He recognised the face, one of his regulars, but that knowledge offered him no answers on what was going on.    “Get up, my darling, let us get that unsightly mud off you.”

- losing his footing, Roman fell forward and only just caught himself with his hands against the wall before his face met it instead. The vampire’s cheeks were wet with dark, blood tears and with a self-deprecating growl he righted himself, and scrubbed at his cheeks with a sleeve. No way was Roman going inside looking like he’d been crying on top of having lost a fight to Humans. 

-  “Joshua, Olivia! A pleasure as ever. It has been near a century, has it not? I must introduce you to my new progeny: Roman,” his sire turned to him, and the perfect face fell from polite to a scowl when he noticed Roman was looking away. 

 Roman’s attention shot from person to person around the room. He’d never been around so many vampires all in one place. From what his sire had told him, vampires were social creatures and that his clan had been a great one before it fell upon Alexei’s final death, but despite that Roman had yet to actually experience this so called social aptitude vampires had until now. 

 “Excuse his rudeness, he’s a gutter rat by birth and by nurture, and I have yet to complete my training of him. Roman, greet your betters!” his head was gripped by the back, and twisted so it instead faced the two much older vampires Roman didn’t know. The man had a kind face and seemed unperturbed. But the woman... she looked livid.

- he pushed open the door, ignoring the protests of the bouncers at the door, and navigated through the familiar building without a single care for the stares he gained through the bar. Partying as they were, Roman doubted anyone would care or even remember a blood soaked, battered vampire after a few more drinks. 

Finally, he found her.

“Ollie,” Roman whispered, exhausted and relieved.