#paramoure

[starbind]

@paramoure sandrone said "if you die, i'll kill you." to columbina

sandrone’s bed had always been the ideal napping spot, the temperature was always perfect and her bedding was so fluffy and soft. she wasn’t sure why she would always get angry with her when anyone could fall asleep so easily in here. for columbina though it was also sandrone that lulled her to sleep, even if she wasn’t in the room directly her presence lingered. it was the way her perfume seemed to be embedded on every surface and how the smell of her coffee or tea mixed with the scent of the treats she had that day wafted through the room. all of these things were familiar and homely enough to her that she felt at ease here in her room.

with her knowing she will fade away soon if she doesn’t make it back home to the moon, she found her way here to sleep in her bed one last time and it had been just as she remembered. however, there was one thing that was different. when she woke up, sandrone was beside her, she could feel the energy from her within arms reach. a small smile bloomed on her face when sandrone spoke. columbina couldn’t see her, but she always imagined what sandrone would look like, especially when she spoke in that tone towards her. she conjured up a vision of the expression she wore and wondered if there was any accuracy to it. her voice was still sleepy as she spoke, “hm, how would you kill me if i’m already dead?” her smile grew a tad bigger and she poked sandrone’s side, “sandrone? is this your way of telling me you’ll miss me if i disappear?”

[bledsaint]

▌ . ⋆ ♱ @paramoure ♡ for a starter.

❝ i have no interest in covens, and it seems they have no interest in me. ❞ her words are hummed, almost an iciness that does not suit her. it is not towards other vampire. instead, nothing but warmness has nymeria offered. ❝ i fear i travel too much, i find to remain in one place too long, unsettles me. ❞ a half truth. she the undoing of her own creator, not a story to share with freshly made bonds. amber hues scan that of wall, pre-drawn tattoos of various shapes and size. ❝ i think if i were to have the courage to get one, a bird. ❞ mended wings, free of cages.

[visionhad]

"Stop being brave for five minutes and let me help you."

BONNIE WANTS TO SNAP AT THE VAMPIRE FOR EVEN SUGGESTING THAT SHE WOULDNT BE ABLE TO HANDLE THIS ON HER OWN. A spell like this is nothing new to her, a circle of candles spread out around her and a gust of wind parading itself and making the leaves that have fallen rise along with the magic that seeps from her fingertips. There was no danger here, just practice, and if Bonnie was being brave and prideful, it's nobody's concern but her own. So she wants to say. But truthfully, there was a softened glance in the way that Bonnie moves, a nod to her head, a reluctant wave of her hand. "Just," a beat, long lashes pressed against her cheeks in a slow blink. "Just make sure the gate is locked."

[dcllfang]

"do you trust me, or are you just out of options?"

; — VAMPIRE ASK PROMPT🩸

There’s a soft, SELF-DEPRECATING smile curling the corners of her TOO GLOSSED mouth. Pretty head turning to the side and throwing the high apples of her cheeks into profile. ‪❝Can’t it be a lil bit of both, doll?❞ ‬

[dcllfang]

"i never feed where i live."

; — VAMPIRE ASK PROMPT🩸

BLEACHED head tilts at the figure in front of her, flicking from feet to their head and back again. MANICURED CLAWS clicking idly at the spark wheel of a HOT PINK BARBIE LIGHTER, the logo glittering purples in swooping font.‪ ‪

❝Is it really feeding where I live if I don’t actually SETTLE anywhere?❞ ‬

The unlit cigarette dances between her GLOSSY lips as she speaks, pretty head lifting to tilt in their direction.

[scyftan]

    The rain is incessant. It's drummed even the heaviest drinkers and loudest saxophonists off of the cobbled streets and into the sagging buildings of the Vieux Carré; in turn it's sent Larissa under the awning, through the rattling door, and into the little tattoo shop. It seemed the wisest choice, given the explosive quality of the music bursting out of the bar next door, and her desire to preserve, in some measure, her ability to hear.

    "I'm so sorry," she'd said on coming in; now she finds herself standing at the front window looking out at the world made by the storm. Even in the dark, the warped pavement, the colorful facades, the scaffolding of the various repair works, the balconies with their cast-iron railings have all gained a silver sheen, glossily reflecting the declarative colours and shrieking assertions of the neon signs around them: Hurricanes $8.99! Best Music in NOLA! Bourbon Street's Strongest! And, bizarrely, HOT TAMALE MAN STOPS HERE! Who on earth is Hot Tamale Man?

@paramoure sent : "you're welcome to stay."

    Larissa turns in the act of pulling the wet scarf off of her hair. She'd nearly forgotten about the lean shape of--an artist? The proprietor?--leaning on the counter in the dim rear of the shop. She exhales, manages to smile despite feeling rather dishevelled, and certainly unfit to make a connection. "Thank you so much," she says. "I was rather--it does take one off-guard, doesn't it?" The persistent mugginess of the air all day had hinted at what was to come, but Larissa was too focused on not sweating through her makeup to notice.

    "Thank you," she repeats, moving away from the window, in the interest of politeness. "I wish I could offer to buy something. I'm afraid..." Her eyes slide over the flash on the walls; her smile turns wry and self-effacing. "I'm somewhat past my..." Very delicately, very humorously, very self-aware: "'Tattoo era'. But this all looks quite lovely."

[starbind]

@paramoure arlecchino said "did you have another nightmare?" to columbina

living amongst the frost moon scions was okay for a little while. people were still hesitant when approaching her and nervous when speaking to her, but she knew it would take some time before everyone was comfortable around her. lauma has been the only one who speaks to her freely and tensionlessly, which makes columbina want to stay by her side. unfortunately though, she can’t follow her around all day, especially not on the days she heads out to the curatorium of secrets. lauma has been so kind and columbina didn’t have the heart to tell her she still finds herself feeling lonely and out of place. instead she told her she was going to be traveling for a while, which wasn’t entirely a lie. she did travel. to fontaine, specifically to the house of the hearth, to the one person who feels the most like home.

she was sleeping soundly on arlecchino’s chest before she was struck down with a nightmare. she had them so frequently now one would think she would have figured out a way to shift the dream to something pleasant or at least to not be so startled when waking from them. her heart ached. what happened in the nightmares varied, but they were always the same in the end; rosalyne dead, sandrone dead, arlecchino dead. columbina didn’t voice it, but losing arlecchino is her greatest fear. she had lost so many of those dearest to her, she wouldn’t be able to stand it if she lost her too.

“did you have another nightmare?”

she shifts, squeezing her arms around arlecchino tighter, and nuzzles her head against her chest as if she could get any closer to her. “can they be considered nightmares if it’s something that truly happened?” the first thing she had seen when she opened her eyes had been sandrone’s broken, lifeless body. in those moments she spent alone with her body she couldn’t heal her, she couldn’t bring her back with any of the powers she has. that memory has been burned into her mind, it’s what she constantly sees in those nightmares. “i’m sorry if i woke you.” her eyes remained shut, intent on trying to go back to sleep but a terrible thought occurred to her. “arle, do you think there’s some dreams or nightmares we have that tell us what’s to come?”

[starbind]

@paramoure for silver wolf

of course kafka wouldn’t help him, he was stupid for even asking her in the first place. after she laughed and shut the door in his face he needed to come up with a new plan to avoid callie. she was lingering in the living room and he would bet she was waiting for him. these days it felt like she was everywhere he went, around every corner, in every room, just waiting to taunt him. the ship was so big and yet felt immensely small with her around. he needed to pass her in order to go anywhere else otherwise he would be stuck in front of kafka’s door until it was safe. there was only one option he had left it seemed.

taking a deep breath, he quickly left kafka’s wing and headed for the living room. he made sure to make no eye contact with callie and to not stop for anything. he continued speed walking to silver wolf’s room because he didn’t think it was beneath callie to go searching for him in his own room. maybe he’s paranoid but he swears he can hear footsteps in the distance. not bothering with knocking he bursts through silver’s door and quickly locks it behind him. “i need you to hide me for the foreseeable future.” he makes himself comfortable on silver wolf’s bed as if he plans on staying there for a while. “i’ll buy you whatever you want for your cooperation.”