#ladycarpenoctem

[lorekeepxr]

[X]

Aurora felt her cheeks grow warm. It embarrassed her slightly. Not the commitment but of how her sense of smell was so keen as it was. Her job was her passion. Books were a confront to escape the world. An obsession others called it but was it truly one? To be shrouded by beautiful literature and knowledge though the ages. It was home. How she could tell what leather was used, dye, paper, inks, and even the climate in which it was stored. How well it was treated or how poorly. She took proud in how she could restore a tome in all its original makings or as close as she could. 

The book keeper was silent for a moment more. Fingering the crescent moon necklace. Part of the true home. “It s-smells lovely. I didn’t m-m-mean to sound like I didn’t like - you know.” So many questions she wanted to ask. What was it like beyond the Blue Mountains so far east. Did the vampire customs change over the centuries? Are there different codex rules? How many Elders were there? Do you happen to have any of our people’s books? 

So many burned within her mind and threaten to overwhelm Eris if she uttered even one. But she wasn’t good about making friends let alone acquaintances with her own kind. They viewed her as odd to put it nicely. Even her own mother thought her strange.

“Um, your home is v-very lovely.” This was so awkward. She should have never gotten out of bed. 

@ladycarpenoctem    

[seerwrought-blog]

cont. x //

                    Her reaction was a lovely one, a show of true appreciation even if, perhaps, it was a simple gesture on his part. He supposed she loved roses, & he can’t bring himself to REGRET the decision to have given it to her.    ❛  It’s my pleasure.  ❜    A nod came in affirmation of his words, a small smile mirroring hers, although on a far more genuine scale. What would his people say, fraternizing with a dh’oine ? He supposed they’d mistake a gesture of kindness as such; they were always rather curt.   ❛  I am Cedric, I act as a lookout for the village nearby. & you, m’lady ?   ❜  

[cursedandcarried-blog]

Restless

Lorian's mind tends to wander to unpleasant places if he's restless, so he'll get out of the castle if he can. It's why he can't stay inside during winter, or his seasonal depression will team up with his normal depression and kick his ass once and for all.Lothric will read or pet a cat, he handles it much better than his brother does.

[krwioholik]

" i think about you, like this, all the time "

@ladycarpenoctem || Subtle Romance Starters || Accepting!

The honesty and directness of the admission almost managed to startle him. Or perhaps it was the intensity of his own, uncontrolled reaction to it? The warmth that spread through his body and limbs, a wave that turned and rushed to his head, hazing his mind for a moment with something pleasant. He didn’t expect it to be and he didn’t expect it to fuel the longing in his heart, invade it’s deepest wound and rip it wide open. He stared at her, speechless, for a second too long.

But then he reined himself in and a soft smile curled his lips. He closed his eyes for a moment, bowing his head in a silent apology as he turned fully to her. After all, he saw no reason not to let her see him like this if she so wished. No, none at all. In truth... he longed for the gaze of those amber eyes, for the forbidden pleasure of being wanted.

“How may that be, my dearest friend?” He begun, stepping towards her in the water and extending his hand to take hers. It was a warm night, here, in the south. Too warm for his liking still and the water of the pond was a delightful relief from the heat. The sky was bright, illuminated with a thousand stars and there was only one word to describe it: beautiful. It was a word he’d choose to describe her too, he realised, as their fingers met.

“If we’ve never been here, on this night, under these stars?” He carried on with his question, stepping closer to her still. He smiled more, infinitely fond, as he reached with his other hand to brush a lock of her dark hair behind her ear, stroke her cheek gently.

[grandzealot]

@ladycarpenoctem, a leech:         [ answers an ask honestly & mentions blooddrinking ]

richter, guard of priwen brawler:

          GASPPPP

[aeternumvxle-blog]

@ladycarpenoctem

Humid weather rolling in from the sea, mingling with the searing heat; creating a rather disgusting day. Not even a faint breeze to alleviate the intense temperature. With the summer months, there was a staggering influx of clients requesting light attire. Virtually every night spent slaving away; trying his very best to keep up. Even with preparing an assortment of clothing beforehand it just wasn’t enough. Time ticked by slowly, it was a combination of the stifling heat and constant customers. Longing for a break, even for a split second. Relief would not come for quite a while. As the day turned to dusk, the shop was near empty. Taking advantage of the pause to begin sewing more clothing for tomorrow. As the seemingly last person exited the shop he gave a light wave and smile. Putting his nose to the grindstone; picking up the speed considerably. A wave of exhaustion catching him off guard, the needle pricking his fingertip. Continuing on as if nothing had happened, in a way nothing had.

Rising from his work desk and making a beeline towards the cellar. He clumsily missed a step on the way down, his face planting directly into the wall at the bottom of the staircase. Shaking his head at himself before he strode towards a few mannequins. Delicately removing the clothing from them before mindfully ascending the steep stairs. Upon reaching the shop level he folded a few shirts; placing them among the others that had been laid out on the table. Next, he began lacing up a fine dress onto a cloth model. That piece, in particular, cost him a heap of coin just to create. Made from the finest fabrics and cuts of precious stones. Jet black with fine crimson details for the seams and beautiful dark grey floral designs stretching along the front and sides. Rubies of the highest quality lined along the top edges of the sweetheart neckline. Along some of the stems and swirls, very small rubies had been fastened into place. This was hands down one of his favorite creations. Wearily returning to his work-space; beginning the process of tidying up for the night.

[aeternumvxle-blog]

“You’re staring like you’ve never seen a vampire before."

Averting his gaze for a moment as he opened his mouth to speak. At first no words came out, only to be followed by a clearly awkward laugh. Tugging at his collar some before shaking his head. “Ah- forgive me, I didn’t realize I was staring.” Returning his focus to her eyes as a warm smile formed on his lips. “It matters not to me, you are still you.” Of course it didn’t matter to him, they were of the same species. Desperately searching for anything to change the subject. The worries starting to creep up, what ifs filling his head. Part of him wishing he could be more open about his reality. Too much shame and fear prevented him from doing so. Thin hands stretching out to the bundle of flowers and lavender on the table. Picking them up and extending them towards Eris. “These… Are for you. Lavender, jasmine, chamomile, all perfect for tea.” Over the last few decades, tea had become a staple in his day to day life. Smiling perhaps a little too wide now as sharp teeth briefly peaking out.

[rashiidakazan]

@ladycarpenoctem

          The witcher made no motion to draw her sword, despite the other woman’s obvious supernaturality about her. Her medallion wasn’t humming, so that only could mean that the being before her was either some sort of Djinn, a demi-god, or a higher vampire. All results meant that this monster was far too powerful for her to deal with, and since she didn’t seem to be actively attacking her, there was no need to attempt to defend herself.

          “Nice teeth. You must floss.” The quip was meant to ease the tension in the air, as monotone as it was. Last thing she wanted was for this... whatever she was, to lunge at her in hostility.