#vclucris

[vclucris]

no, flyswatters are not effective against me. nothing is. i am in your walls. start running.

[graceashcroftfbianalyst]

You're new... You're the one that everyone thinks is so special. I wonder why... ( 𓆦, @vclucris . )

grace jumps, spinning around. "wh-who are you! ho-how did you find me? what do-do you mean, everyone...?" she says cautiously, voice shaking slightly.

[dani-dimitrescu]

Daniela. You're... alright. Alive. Good. I was worried I'd have to tear some bastard up for both of us. ( 𓆦, @vclucris. )

@vclucris

Daniela just stared at her older sister. Mud clung to her dress in thick, uneven patches, darkened further by the rain that refused to let up. Strands of her hair stuck to her face.

"Oh, good, you were worried." Her voice dripped with mock sweetness, though her eyes didn’t match it at all. "Were you worried before or after you left me behind?"

They had been hunting together until Daniela got distracted -as usual-and when she turned back around, Cassandra was gone and the rain had already set in. While trying to find her sister, the redhead had slipped and fallen into a hole. It had taken her far longer than it should have to climb back out, the cold rain rendering her unable to properly disperse into her swarm, leaving her trapped there like prey.

"I fell. In case that part wasn’t clear." Rain slid down her cheek, cutting through the dirt. She wiped at it with the back of her hand, smearing it worse. "I could have died out there!!" The youngest Dimitrescu said, deliberately overstated. And before Cassandra could answer, Daniela stepped forward and grabbed her, pulling her into a sudden, forceful embrace, pressing mud and rain-soaked fabric against her sister without hesitation.

"If I’m miserable, you should be too."

[kncve]

Delivering a beheaded snake to her doorstep. 🤭

( xo, @vclucris. )

She regards the cadaver with mild - interest, arms crossed 'top chest, she has no intentions of touching the scaled thing.

" Did Valentines day come early or am I just special ? "

[rosemary-winters]

"Are you lost?"

( signed in blood, @vclucris. )

rose spins around, whipping to glance all around her-- "who's there? what do you want?" she's overly frightened, and does her best to collect herself. deep breath: try again, one more time. "i'm rose, rosemary winters, and you are?" she calls, still spining around slowly, trying to find the source of the voice. rose is lost, and dissorientated, mildly hurt, and very out of her depth. she's not-- somethings not right here-- somethings wrong.

[graceashcroftfbianalyst]

[ WITNESSING HER KILL SOMEONE. ] Quirking a brow, first and foremost -- but the most notable reaction she has is, of course, the sinister grin that spreads 'cross chimeric woman's visage at the scene. "Not bad, little rabbit. Not as messy as I'd like -- but you got the job done. Maybe you'll let me... give you a few pointers, mm?" ( xoxo, 𓆦 ... @vclucris. )

grace hands shake something violent, her vision swims: double, triple, double, single, and double and back again. her hands thread in her hair. "i-- i don't-- he was-- bioterrorism-- people were going to get hurt-- i can't-- i didn't-- i don't-- i-i--" grace scrambles, her eyes darting around. "why did i-- why did i do that?" she asks, voice hoarse. the body in front of her manipulates and hesitates. the made. the blind man. the orderlies. the chef. the blister heads, and lickers, and pale heads. they weren't alive... but they weren't dead either. how do you reckon with yourself after you make a hard decision? "how..." she says weakly, turning to gaze at cassandra, expression something harrowing and soulless. lost.

[vclucris]

i went to a diner. terrible experience. what do you mean you can't "serve my steak raw?" you asked me how i wanted it???

[vclucris]

CassGrace is my Twilight

Twilight AU where everything is the same but better because its CassGrace.