#replies; corazon

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@moonsrush, a closed starter

Corazon knows the rules. She knows that interrupting a meeting with the king is not only frowned upon, but is also a punishable offense. She also knows that these things don't apply to her as the king's consort and future queen.

The doors open with ease under her push. Corazon ignores the guards protesting her presence, slipping out of their reach. Better for them; any hand that lands on her will land on the floor shortly after. "Don't," she says when another reaches for her. "Touching me isn't worth the pain you'll be in for doing it."

The council surrounding Aodhan has turned their attention to her now. Corazon ignores them all. She's only here to see her lover, she's not worried about the murmurs of disapproval following her. It doesn't matter, anyway; there's a softness to Aodhan's face that wasn't there before he noticed her, and that's all Corazon cares about. "My love," she greets softly, leaning down to kiss Aodhan's cheek. "Forgive me for the interruption. I simply wanted your company."

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@lycanus, a closed starter

The room is crowded, as it always is during these nights. Parties seem to be something these people thoroughly enjoy. It's a great way to learn, but right now, that's not Corazon's focus.

She knows Cadwalader's scent very well now. It's easy, too, to spot them across the room, tall as they are. It's also easy to spot a stranger speaking to them, standing far closer than she would like. He's tall, too. Pretty, as most of these beings are. But he's laughing a little too hard at whatever it is Cadwalader is saying. He's leaning in closer to them than Corazon can tolerate.

Her skirt whispers around her feet as she makes her way across the room. Eyes follow her, as they always do. She ignores them, as she always does. There is only one thing on her mind right now. Corazon stops at Cadwalader's side when she reaches them. Even in her heels, she barely comes up to their chin. The man smiling at her hound is tall, too, but it doesn't intimidate her.

"Yolia," Corazon says, voice soft. She sees the way the man's eyes move over her, sizing her up. There's a sudden tension in his shoulders, a subtle thing, that pleases her. Her hand slides along Cadwalader's back before coming to rest on their shoulder. "Introduce me to who it is that's taking up so much of your time."

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@seoulyearn, a closed starter

"Alexandre. This is it."

The items in the stall are the same as anything else being sold - colorful, hand made, appealing to the eye. In the back corner, there are older items up for sale, vases and basins and shawls that call back to an older time.

Except for the matching Itztli.

Corazon leans over the glass case that holds the dual weapons. Her heart beat quickens as she studies the symbols of the God of War and the Sun carved into the stone handles. She can feel the power they radiate - an energy that has plagued her for so, so long.

"This is it," Corazon repeats. Her voice is barely above a whisper. The stall owner that's watching them can't understand the language they speak, she knows. He likely has no idea the true nature of the relic he's attempting to sell. Still, being overheard isn't something she wants to risk. "I can feel the power these have. They were made to kill Huītzilōpōchtli."

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@r3dblccd, a closed starter

Sometimes, it was difficult to hide her other nature. Corazon stared into the empty space before her, eyes yellow, pupils thin and black - that of a snake. There was a presence near by that any other creature could sense, but one that she knew in a terribly intimate way. It was oppressive, overwhelming; after all, the power a god carried was beyond what mere mortals could comprehend.

Huitzilopochtli's minions were close by, and he wasn't far behind them.

Corazon laid her fingers against the talisman that never left her neck. The stone was hot, signaling that danger was nearby. She knew that she couldn't completely hide herself from Huitzilopochtli's probes, but she had paid a high price for this talisman to work. As long as it remained on her skin, he wouldn't be able to catch her.

"Raphael," she murmured, turning to the vampire. Her voice was low; even if she couldn't be caught right in this moment, she couldn't help but speak quietly. "They are close by. We must move."

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❝ we’re what we swore we’d not become. ❞ (from Raphael)

"What is this we?"

Corazon moves steadily through the street. She hardly cares about the stares that follow her and Raphael as they move. Mortals are always watching her, either completely intimidated or emboldened by her beauty, thinking that they have any sort of chance with her.

She's a relic of the past. A being from another time, same as Raphael. Of course people will stare.

"I don't know about you, Raphael," Corazon says, "But I wasn't given a choice in anything in my life. Not my name, not my station, not anything." She brushes her hair off of her shoulder, watching the length of it slide across her skin. "I decided a long time ago that I was going to embrace the monster in me."

She looks at Raphael. Her eyes flicker from dark brown to vibrant yellow, the pupils black and slitted. Just a small glimpse of the snake inside of her. "Personally, I'm quite attached to her. She's fun."

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Corazon Jimenez. Immortal, unemployed. Coatl. Unnerved by the world as it is, but obsessed with food.