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Peter and Roman from Hemlock Grove.

Give me a character and I’ll tell you my top urls that play them. Anon or not!

Sadly, this fandom for RPer's is not very large. Right now, I only follow one on the list but I've stalked a few of the others from afar:

Peter's -

loup-garounoir

peterthegypsy

moiiiety

Roman's -

romangodfreyx

pyrrhic--warrior

steelheartangel

[steelheartangel]

castle of glass -- roman&peter[au]

   The fragile glass that acted as a veil between his humanity and the demon within was damaged. Each pressure slowly influenced cracks to spread across like veins in the body, weakening Roman’s resolve, his control. The voices…the things he saw were only the beginning. The lust, not only of body but for blood was getting harder and harder to ignore. Though he still never hurt anyone…he had no inclination to taste fear.

                           Letha’s death was the final push that shattered him.

One moment, he was sitting with his back up against the wall pathetically in Shelley’s room.

       You must forget.               Forget. Forget.                      Don’t try to make yourself remember.

   The next he was standing before the bathroom mirror, looking into his own deep pools of light green, a deceiving colour that lied to some about the darkness behind them. His nose started to bleed; he blinked several times, with that lingering feeling of waking from a dream clouding his sense of reality.

   When he did that though, he caught sight of his hands…they were already stained with blood. Brows furrowing he looked down to take them in and noticed that the water was running, slowing siphoning the same red liquid off the porcelain.

                                                                      What the fuck?

   Heart fluttering and mind reeling in confusion he washed the blood off his hands and his face before getting dressed, the warmth of the rising sun filtering through his window. Try as he might, he could not remember leaving Shelley’s room…or what had happened over the course of the night which had apparently passed.

   Not feeling any sort of lethargy in his limbs, he went downstairs and poured himself a bowl of cereal before flicking on the television. The news for once caught his attention.

“It seems that the unusual horrors of a small town in Pennsylvania known as Hemlock Grove are not over. Just this morning a young woman was found naked and brutally murdered barely within the town limits. Though police have not yet released the details of the murder, there is speculation that the victim is part of a string of murders that has happened since September. The confirmed suspect Shelley Godfrey, a young girl who was genetically altered at Godfrey Institute fled the scene of the last crime and has not been found since. Police suspicions are that she…”

  Roman tuned out. Another murder? Though he burned with rage that yet again his innocent sister was the target of blame…he was more confused than anything else. Christina had been the Vargulf, Shelley had killed her…

                               This was supposed to be over.

               “Darling,” his mother’s voice drifted gently from the door to the living room. Roman looked over at her, brow furrowed and concern lining his features, “Are you alright?”

                                                    “I need to see Peter,” he answered, brushing off the question and lifting himself up, bowl of cereal forgotten on the table along with the television.

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moiiiety replied to your post: moiiiety replied to your post: This is when... um yeah huh and i wanna write with you again ~ Ya :) imysm like whooa, choose fc? I dunno lol. I'll post you a starter.