#m:serenity

[thelovelymuses]

@luposcainus cont. from here

"You better not. Especially not when we're supposed to be marrying each other in a fortnight," she says while watching him sit back down on the bed. She easily reaches over and tries to help him smooth out his hair, at least a little bit.

[thelovelymuses]

[ HAIR ] : as they kiss the receiver, sender tangles their fingers into receiver's hair. (Villiame)

Serenity wasn't a stranger to Villiame's hands in her hand, or over her body. Yet, it always took her by surprise whenever he kissed her. Her own hands, grasping either side of his face, as she kissed him back. Over the centuries, every time they had found each other again, the romance was always rekindled. And her feelings for him, they never fizzled. She may have forgotten the feelings between their meetups, but every time she saw him, they came back to life. It was why she didn't even hesitate to reciprocate the kiss, and move closer to the vampire. A vampire she trusted her life with, which was a bit ironic, when all things were considered.

[thelovelymuses]

@sorcierchaton​ got a starter for Villiame, from Serenity, cause reasons

Serenity had been driving all day, out in the middle of nowhere, because she needed to restock on herbs, and plants. Some she used for herbal remedies, some she used for protection, and some she used as weapons. It all depended on what she needed. She had stopped by what looked to be an abandoned house, and parked the pickup along with the caravan attached to it, there. She had gotten out and was walking around to the back of the house because she had spotted a rare plant she needed. That’s when she heard a branch snap behind her. She quickly turned, and shone her flashlight at where the sound had come from.

“I know you’re there. I heard you.” She said, not knowing who or what it was. But she was sure there was something, and it was why she reached into her little satchel, and pulled out a specific bottle. One that would protect her. All while in the back of her mind, she pulled the magic of the phoenix, making sure she would have easy access to the fire if needed. 

[thelovelymuses]

@abreedoftheirown gets a starter, cause reasons. For Rohan. 

She had recently moved to a new city, and finding a new house to call her home. And this time it was an actual house. It had taken her five months to settle into the house, and find a job. Of course it was similar to her previous job, working at a small store, where she basically ended up taking over fairly quickly, because people were always more interested in Serenity than the actual products, and shopkeep. It was part of her radiant personality, coming from being reborn. As soon as she started stocking the small shop, it started to get even more sales than ever before. Even though it was just same things as before. The only difference was, she chose to add small trinkets, with magical effects. She mainly sold them to people in the know. Sure they never knew what she truly was, but patrons usually knew she had magic. Just not which kind.

As she was pondering what she should add next, she was writing down some things in her notebook, while sitting on a bench in the middle of the town. It was in a small park, right by a pond, and it was her favourite spot. At the moment she was writing down a new spell she had figured out. It was one that could make an amulet that would get warm, or cold, depending on if the magic being used in close proximity to it was light or dark. That was when she sensed something. Something different. She couldn’t tell what it was, and it made her look up, and around. Her eyes landed on a man, who looked fascinating to her. She hadn’t seen anyone like that before. It piqued Serenity’s curiosity, and she got up and started following him.

[indierevivxl-blog]

&&; kimkardashianofrp 

"Ayer te escuché hablando con los demás sobre la fiesta del fin de semana. Tú... Tú no has dicho nada sobre mi secreto, ¿verdad? No serías capaz" susurró por lo bajo con su mirada puesta en los ojos ajenos, en un intento de evaluar cualquier cambio de expresión que alertara una mentira.