Not a Salem thing...but definitely one that i'm proud of, for an OC that is based off of a muse i used to absolutely adore playing as back in the early days of my RP era.
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In the darkness of the room, since only the night couldn't burn him like a sun's blistering rays could, the two of them laid together in silence, like the quiet itself wished to speak.
Then, finally—
"...What happened to you...?"
For the longest time...Vieri didn't move from his spot on the bed. Instead, he laid with one arm beneath his head, and the other around them where they were laying against his side. He wasn't warm, but he wasn't necessarily cool to the touch like most undead would be.
Instead, rather, his weight existed there.
It was...something of a strange concept to explain when asked, but it wasn't exceptionally hard to tell that Vieri wasn't alive. Not anymore.
"M'amore...I fell in love," he finally said.
It was then they'd turned towards him slight, surprised at the softness of his words. They weren't certain of what they expected, but it wasn't that. Though, they supposed it made sense, since love tended to a common denominator in a lot of factors in people's motives and transformations.
Be that man, monster, or...something else.
He continued, nevertheless, now that he had your undivided attention.
"She was brilliant. Stubborn comme une mule. Fierce. Terrifying, even. But such is the mark of a strega, non? It is a terror like the stars, when thou learn how many are morte de secoli—dead for centuries," Vieri quietly chuckled. The reddish glint in his eyes looked like dying embers in the dim light of the room, with the only form of light being the faint wash from the streetlights outside, "She told me i made her feel...less a monster...and i told her she made me feel like i'd still una vita in più da vivere—one more life to spend."
A pause.
"Lucinda...she believed me. At first."
Ah. There it was. It explained the use of past tense when he spoke of her. They waited, then came that familiar shift of something deeper in the air.
"She was a fugitive, ma belle. A deer born unto fire and chased by man who feared what they didn't understand. Always watching the shadows like wolves, and awaited the day they'd burn her for the blesteme in her blood...until the day came she believed that shadow to be me."
His voice was reverent. Soft.
"But it ne'er was. Non. She cursed me not for what i'd do, but for what i'd might. Tradire. She feared i'd love another. Cast her back unto lupii...", their eyes soon met in the darkness, "But i never did."
His gaze never wavered. Their breath caught in their throat as Vieri continued with tale of how he turned from man to creature of the night. "I never betrayed her. Nu puteam. I couldn't...but fear, it needs no truth. Only a moment. A crack...and that night, it did."
Vieri looked away again, this time back up towards the ceiling. The look in those eyes implied that he was remembering something he didn't wish to...yet couldn't help but recall the moment of his turning, the moment she cursed his soul to corrupt upon death.
Then came what they feared...and it made them want to cry for him.
"When the curse took hold, I thought death would free me. So, from le balcon de sa maison...i cut the thread that allowed me entry, and let myself fall unto stony earth. But her hex...it was stronger than bone, stronger than the grave..." A bitter smile formed upon his lips, "Now, i wake without breath, walk with no pulse, and the cruelest part of it? Încă o iubesc. I still love her."
At this, they were quiet. Instead, they reached for a hand...no words, just simply presence. Vieri didn't once stop them.
"You...you don't hate her?"
"Hmph...non. I hate what fear made of her. I hate what it turned me into...but her? Mon Lucinda? Non, dragă mea. I do not hate her."
Then, softly, like a secret revealed.
"Nu mor nici când tu o faci—Some things simply do not die when you do."
[new chapter] 2/3 || 13,2k words || sapphic jegulus, vampire!regulus, jamie&remus friendship, black siblings relationship, explicit sexual content (feat. mirror and biting)
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She should enjoy this time to herself.
But something in her chest is pulling at the strings of a different emotion.
Disappointment.
Because damn it, she hadn't even noticed how, in such a short period of time, the days she'd spent with the vampire had become a pleasure. She could even tolerate the stupid makeup, the stupid corsets, and the stupid shoes, could forget they existed when it meant having these joking dialogues with Regulus.
In the beginning, she was afraid to say the wrong thing out of fear for her life.
But hell, now it means she'd ruined the strange relationship that had begun to blossom between them.
In the Interview With The Vampire series by Anne Rice are two lesser-known books, The Vampire Armand and Blood and Gold both of which depict what is, in my opinion, the best couple in the entire series. Marius de Romanus, child of the millennium and Amedeo, later be known as Armand, leader of the coven at Les Innocents. Marius is Armand's sire and they have an oh, so delicious relationship if you're into the kinky stuff.
One of my favorite scene with them though isn't kinky at all. Armand asks Marius to fly him back to his homeland, to Russia and I always vividly imagined the adolescent Armand in the master's arms, floating up in a starry night sky.
I so wish I had more time to work on it, to darken up the shadows. I have finals to study for though and choir in the morning. The medium is Prisma color markers.
