#vampireknitted

[therelentless]

🍓 maybe??

@mutuals send me a 🍓 and ill compliment u! II not accepting II

ooc;; but of course! ok, let me do the thing. i'm pretty sure that your blog was the first wwdits blog that i was able to find around here and i was so excited about it, because i mean! come on, why wouldn’t I be? and i know we haven't interacted much, something that hopefully changes soon, because i’m really excited about interactions between these two and see where things go, but also because i love your portrayal of deacon and i really love your writing as well. glad you’re still around : )

[vyrulent]

russian roulette starter call || 1 || @vampireknitted​

Lucy Westenra had tried her utmost best to stay  far from society. She’d done well to not kill anyone since her turning. Count Dracula had turned her against her will and left her to learn on her own, such a fate had led to the infamous title of The Bloofer Lady -- a beautiful spector that stole children in the middle of the night to take their blood. Yet she never killed. Every child taken had been left before dawn where an officer could find their sleeping forms. 

Meeting with a vampire had been a rarity, but coming upon the other, Lucy felt a shyness befall her, yet she smiled all the same. 

“--- it’s been a long time since I’ve met another vampire,” she said, revealing herself from behind the crypt she had made into her home. White skirts fell over her legs and moved with elegance as she revealed herself to the other. “I was worried I was the only one...”

[shiftling]

@vampireknitted

---

It was nice to escape the hustle and bustle of New York once in a while, and although he’d generally choose to travel somewhere within the same continent for the sake of ease, Nikolai had instead decided to fly somewhere entirely foreign to him - New Zealand.

It had been an incredibly long trip, particularly for someone who wasn’t fond of flying, and so when he’d finally managed to figure out what day it was he was just about ready to fall asleep again. Hoping he could ease some of the jet lag, he decided to go for a run. There wasn’t a lot of cover compared to home, so he opted for not shifting, but the fresh, clean air in his lungs was a welcome change. That was, until he picked up an all too familiar scent. “I guess that answers one question,” he thought to himself. “Can’t escape vampires even in a different hemisphere.”

“Hello?” He called out, hands on his hips as he caught his breath.

[hemovoria]

             𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄.     just who the hell does this man think he is ,  trying to steal her supper ?!      fangs bared ,  ferocious   &   ready ;  a hiss illustrating her thoughts while her victim lay faint in her arms ,  limp like a ragdoll.     

something is struck deep within her  ,  perhaps a memory    &    she pauses ,  visibly softens.    his eyes  --------  they speak to her.        𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐬.         the poor creature seems frenzied...     in need of a meal.     

with knitted brow   &   parted lips the good lady approaches ,  expression statuesque on skin cold as marble.     yes ,  a memory ,  a painful one :      what that felt like.       the hunger.        it’s awful no matter if you’re living or dead.       call it pity ,  call it weakness....       the little compassion she had leftover from her days among the living served her well in death.           ❝do you need to feed ? ❞          she asks ,  her voice low.          ❝  you should know that it is very ,  very rude to just...  swoop in and   steal   the fruits of another vampire’s labor.     very rude.     do you not know how to hunt ?  ❞  / @vampireknitted​

[huntrcsss]

@vampireknitted​

     She’s not even out on a hunt tonight, just having desired to go to a bar to get some drinks and relax for a bit; there wasn’t the expectation of seeing some group of guys trying to dance as though they’re at the night club.

     “ - There’s a night club like three blocks down y’all can go to that has good music.”

[vyrulent]

@vampireknitted​ sent “19″ from this meme

There was nothing like the feel of his cold touch upon her warm flesh that had been like anything that had ever touched her before. It had taken time, but the young maid finally felt as if she were truly home. This would be her life now, and she was more than happy to keep the lord of the manor happy. She enjoyed his company greatly, more now than before as she had found his soft underbelly that he had seemed to refuse to show so many. 

With his lips upon her throat, Lucy felt as if she were ready to swoon into his arms. Head felt a touch faint as she remained held in his strong grip, a lover’s embrace. 

Her heartbeat quickened as she felt his cold lips travel the expanse of her artery. One well placed bite and she would be lost to the world forever yet she found little fear or distrust in Deacon. She’d fed him nightly and she’d come to trust him like she had no other. Who on God’s green earth could ever imagine a human feeling safe in the arms of a hungry vampire? In regards to Deacon, it would always be Lucy. 

“Does it hurt when you bite into that vein,” curiosity took the best of her as she spoke up, breaking the silent intimacy that had fallen upon the two of them. “Or is it like slipping into a warm bath, my lord?” 

[huntrcsss]

@vampireknitted sent: “  people like me don’t get to have peace.  ” || Angst

"Well, damn - that's kinda sad, honestly." There's a momentary pause granted from her, shifting in her seat now across from him. "I mean, you wanna talk about it dude? I'm not good at comfortin' people, but - "

[vyrulent]

" don't make a big deal out of this. you like hugs, right? so... here's a hug. " ((before they get together in either verse maybe??))

grumpy/sunshine meme || @vampireknitted

Her smile brightened as she felt his embrace. It was their very first hint of true affection upon each other. In the past, it was simply fucking -- rare was there any true affection other than the few kisses here and there, but things were changing now. 

And Lucy Westenra couldn’t say she was unhappy about the change with the lord of the house. It was something to have his attention.

Returning the affection with her arms wrapped against him, her head pressed into his chest as she listened to the dead silence from where his heart should have been pounding.

“It’s a really nice hug, my lord.”