#morvids

[mirrorhaunted]

       “Some things should just stay dead, don’t you think?” Science and it’s advancements. The young vampire is fascinated - an obvious circumstance perhaps, a thing that is so very damned finding interest in the macabre. The edge to an otherwise innocent question hangs like a noose. “Life has a way of making monsters out of even the best people.” 

         / @morvids​

[faeblcssed-archive]

@morvids​​​      › › ›   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑    /    victor frankenstein    .

❝    if    we    don't    tell    strange    stories,    when    something    strange    happens    we    won't    believe    it.    ❞

[mirrorhaunted]

       @morvids​   sent:   ❛   Terror   made   me   cruel.   ❜   |   ACCEPTING

      “Let   me   see,”   dainty   digits   painted   in   silk   extend   to   catch   the   edge   of   his   jaw.   An   intrusion,   however   sweet.   Gently,   the   vampire   turns   the   other’s   head   to   get   a   good   look   into   those   haunted   eyes.   Windows   to   the   soul.   Or   so   they   say.   “I   see   no   cruelty   here.”   Slowly,   her   touch   drops.   “I’m   a   bit   of   an   expert   on   the   subject,   you   see.”

[eternlle]

                                                 @morvids​​  asked :    bay tree                                       botanical headcanon prompts   ( accepting! )

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

oh, she doesn’t want acknowledgement for anything   ---   she’ll actively avoid it, by any means possible, including sprinting across traffic to escape a local news reporter.    evelyn prefers to stay under the radar.     not because of the whole immortality thing  ---  honestly, she doesn’t care, she’s left enough of a paper trail over the centuries   ---   but just because it makes her uncomfortable.

( fae thing  #653 :    the fae do not like to be thanked.    they consider it offensive   ;    it dismisses the value of whatever deed they’ve just performed, making it meaningless. )

evelyn has no need to be known by a great number of people, or recognized for anything she’s done.    for her, the value is in simply doing things   ---   whether it’s climbing a giant mountain, or rescuing a cat from a burning building.   her accomplishments are hers alone, and if they touch others’ lives, more the better...  but she never wants to shout it from the rooftops.

[jesstanleys]

INTERIOR  SHOT.   THIS  BEDROOM  IS  A  COLD  CRYPT  OF  SLEEPLESS  NIGHTS   --   MORNING  HAS  COLLAPSED  IN  ON  ITSELF,   ITS  ROTTEN  SEEDS  SPREAD  UPON  THEIR  TENDER  MOMENTS  OF  REPRIEVE.

he  is  lilac   -    seeped,    an  untangled  thread  of  exhaustion   [   those  bags  beneath  his  eyes  are  mirrored  in  her  own  tepid  gaze,   but  she  has  the  luxury  of  make  -  up   ].   a  dab  beneath  her  eyes,   a  dash  of  pink  to  warm  up  her  lips,   and  she  was  no  longer  a  rotting  corpse   ;   every  unfixable  part  of  herself  was  neatly  hidden!   WIDE  SHOT   :      a  girl  dressed  up  in  plain  greys  to  blend  in  to  the  fog,   the  stormy  skies,   godhood  traded  away  in  favour  of  a  peaceful  life   (   as  close  to  peace  as  she  could  get  with  all  these  rotted  lilies  growing  upon  her  blue  -  loved  skin   ).   A  CLOSE  UP   :       her  hand  touches  upon  his  shoulder,   palm  attempting  to  calm  the  frenzy  that  has  overtaken  the  other.

JESSICA:   what  i  mean  is,  you're  so  exhausted  that  you  reek  of  it   (   ...   )   dear.

there  is  little  air  in  this  frail  room   (   jessica  has  been  struggling  with  that  so  often  lately   :     when  was  the  right  time  to  truly  breathe?   ).   every  inhale  seemed  to  break  apart  her  chest,   every  exhale  was  too  shuddering  and  unheld.   and  the  air   ---   brutal  air  of  stale  intent  that  grew  mould  against  her  lungs.   DOES  HE  ROT  LIKE  HER?   he  has  her  tired  eyes,    her  wound  body   ;   it  would  be  nice  to  have  a  mirror  she  didn't  want  to  smash.

JESSICA:   i'm  sure  your  studying  can  last  a  night.   remarkably  easy  thing  to  put  off,   i've  always  found. JESSICA:   when  i've  been  allowed  to  study,   that  is. JESSICA   [   hand  tightens  upon  his  shoulder,   gnarled  fingers  smoothed  into  claws   ]:   you  should  stay  for  tea.

@morvids​   +   THREAD  CONTINUATION.

[eternlle]

                           @morvids​  asked :     “   here ,   have  my  jacket .   ”                                disgustingly domestic starters   ( accepting!! )

the cold is not evelyn’s friend.    it burrows deep into her bones, reminding her of skeleton trees and darkness and fairy lights dancing on the frozen ground...  things better off forgotten.     it’s always less easier to smile in the snow, if there aren’t any distractions . . .    easier to get caught up in your own head.     she hadn’t even realized she was shivering until a dark, heavy coat suddenly weighs down her shoulders.

❝  oh   ---   oh. ❞       turning to look up at him, she breaks into a grin on instinct.    monsieur victor’s brows are furrowed    ;    her chattering teeth, she realizes, must have been driving him insane.           ❝  i appreciate it.   who could ever be cold in this?  ❞        she pulls the black coat tighter around her thin shoulders   ;   it practically weighs her down.   her eyes gleam in appreciation, even if her words don’t say enough.

[vswartzschild]

❛  you  look  pretty  miserable  .  ❜    (  @morvids​  )

                  “    is    that    so?    are    you  trying    to    justify    having    been    absolutely   useless    back    then,    dr    ?    ”

                she   is    already    sitting    on    his    chair    as    if    it   were    a    throne    when    he    arrives    to    his    home,       her    long    skirts    ruffle    the    edges    of    the   armrest    (    Katherine    is    all    light    pink    and   white,    a    heavy    contrast    with    the    smudges    of   blood    now    coating    the    hem    of    her    gown    ).  she    studies    the    man    before    her    with    a   raised    brow,    as    if    his    words    were    nothing   sort    of    amusing    to    her.    You    look    miserable   –    he    speaks    from    envy    itself    (    Klaus   has    managed    what    he    could    never    achieve    ),   and    Katherine,    looking     pale,    emanciated,    corpse  -   like,    she    enjoys    the    way    his    maid    refuses   to    look    at    her    in    the    eye,    clings    to    the  rosary    dangling    beneath    her    uniform    when    she   thinks    nobody    is    looking.

                  Katherine   is    no    longer    the    lamb,    wounded    by    God,   given    fragile    bones    and    feeble    flesh    –    now   she    is    something    else.    Something    better.

                   “   or    perhaps    you    are    just   envious    of    the    way    I    have    now    achieved    what   you    have    tried    for    so    long?    ”    fool    death   itself,    escape    the    inevitable    (    she    is    god,  and    he    will    always    be    just    a    madman    ),  “    either    ways,    I    have    not    come    here    to   chitchat    about    my    new    condition,    dr.    ”    eyes   fixate    on    his’,    gaze    darkens,    her    timbre   shifts    to    something    macabre,    “    I    need    to   request    a    new    favor    from    you.    ”

[joyeus]

“  there’s so much light in you.  ” / LUCY .

* ❬❬   ◝  .   @morvids    /    𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯   .

𝚂𝙷𝙴  𝙸𝚂  𝚄𝚂𝙴𝙳  𝚃𝙾  𝙱𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂  .   but  victor’s  unprecedented  admission  makes  her  eyes  sparkle  with  an  unnervingly  human  glow  .   in  rooms  dimly - lit  like  this  one  ,   it  is  easy  to  forget  what  she  is  ---   and  how  eager  she  is  to  play  along  .

“     𝔦  𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢  𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯  𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔫  𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶  𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥  𝔭𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔱  𝔦𝔫  𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤  𝔠𝔯𝔲𝔢𝔩  ,   𝔦𝔣  𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱  𝔦𝔰  𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱  𝔶𝔬𝔲  𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫  .    ”    she  says  ,   a  secretive  smile  playing  on  the  corners  of  her  mouth  .   the  tips  of  pearl - white  fangs  poke  her  bottom  lip  .

she  wishes  it  were  midday  ,   that  he  were  an  odd  friend  of  jack’s  and  that  they  would  find  tea  in  the  parlour  .   but  it  is  half - midnight  ,   and  her  teeth  scare  him  .   lucy’s  smile  falls  .

“    but  i  thank  you  ,   that  is  ...   kind  .    ”