#rhia 01.

[atticusbriggs]

Location: Blood Tent Person: Unknown Great Grandmother @bloodyrhiannon​ There’s something about the whole thing that feels kind of ridiculous. He’s standing there with what is essentially a Capri Sun fully of O Negative, watching people scurry around and laugh and drink with friends. Most importantly he keeps an eye on Ephraim, people he knows have to be in The Eye that are patrolling. “This is supposed to be fun?” The vampire that’s nearest him, sipping from something of her own, he can’t help but ask. Atticus had been better at making friends years ago, now he’s caught up on the fact that these are vampires around him at present. Vampires and god knows what else, and he’s one of them, which would be easier to forget if he wasn’t so damn hungry all the time.

[vibecheckcr]

Location: Near a tent pick a tent Person: Bloody Chan @bloodyrhiannon​ “Rhia, right?” The marshal who turned the druid senator, the one who was one of the eldest vampire’s serving the Juno senator, Theo’s sire, she had a lot of titles and that made her interesting enough in her own right. “I’ve been meaning to speak with you.” Which sounds ominous even if he’s speaking plainly, so he tucks his hands in his pockets and nods towards the street. They could go for a walk, there was fuck else to do with The Eye out and about patrolling. It was a choice, and yet Romulus had never once denied Marzia Bianchi anything, years later and she was just as radiant as ever. “I’ve heard you’ve lived a rather long and colorful life, I’d love to hear about it firsthand instead of just from the mouths of other people.” 

[lucianavulpe]

Location: The Palace of Juno Person: @bloodyrhiannon​ “So how bad was it?” She wouldn’t ever consider herself a gossip, but people were always so quick to dismiss it as petty, but information was information and she was too old not to have a bit of fun with it. They sit on one of the many plush couches in the common area of the palace, wine in hand and it feels different this time. Luciana hasn’t stayed in one place for what feels like decades, centuries even. Buying a home in Romania hadn’t gotten her to stay, nor in France, she’d simply gotten up some mornings and decided to just...Leave. But she’d gotten a job in Rome, her villa was gorgeous, she couldn’t imagine leaving it just so soon. There were people she knew here, the palace was familiar, Theo of all people was sitting as senator, Rhia was as radiant as ever, Angel was here, Dorian was here. Not that she’d told him she was coming, she didn’t want him to stop her. “Halloween, I mean. I heard it was awful. Shame about the palace, I love ours, but looking over at the Pluto’s, it reminded me of home.” Like something copy and pasted from the Romanian hills.