#veyled

[rosefromdeath-a]

@veyled​ ♥ ( STEFAN ) liked for a one liner starter

                         "Oh my! Please-- ... please d-don't tell me you were watching me all night sleeping ..."

[lycaonblood]

She can see him, her Vlad-threatening to spill over beneath his simmering rage, it almost excites her. The untamed version who had ravage their enemies and come to her dripping in the bloodied aftermath hungry for more; hungry for her, both of them relishing in the darkness that others would shy away from. She wonders if Gabriella really knew him, all of him, including those dark corners. Or did they belong to her and her alone? Crimson lips can’t help but curve ever so slightly at the thought. 

The smile only lasts a moment, though, quickly twisting into a bitter frown at his remark. Jealousy doesn’t become you, Selene. The preposterous insinuation that the ancient goddess would have anything to envy about the human girl sends flames soaring through her, her own simmering rage stepping out to rival Vladimir’s. Even the thought that he may think such a thing, dismiss her concern in such a way, sends an uncomfortable sorrow twisting through her insides which forms into more fuel for the inferno blazing in her eyes. It soars through her arm which lifts up in one swift movement to send a slap across his cheek. The force is nothing to how rough they have been with one another even in enjoyable moments, but enough to make her anger known, accompanied by a hissed rebuttal to his insult “And naivety doesn’t become you!”

continued vladlene angst thread from a draft I lost @veyled​

[rosefromdeath-a]

@veyled​​​​ asked :     ​ “I like the view” / from tristan.

Gabriella felt as though she had to physically force herself out of the shower. It had been the perfect way to end a cold and rainy day (not that she disliked such weather). The hot water felt amazing against Gabriella’s bare skin, triggering goosebumps and shivers as it raced down her body that it had her almost wanting to stay inside of the shower forever. Of course, such a thing wasn’t possible as much Gabriella desired it, and so she forced herself to turn the taps off, squeezing off excess water from her long matted hair before finally stepping out.

Oh, it was most certainly fresh! Gabriella’s small frame shivered as she quickly grabbed a towel off the rack, wrapping it around her body. She made her way over to her dressing table where her phone resided to check if she had any messages. Just as she'd suspected there hadn’t been any new texts from any of her family: they were still busy hunting (and would be for the rest of the night).

She proceeded to gather her undergarments and pj's from her drawers, throwing them all carelessly onto the bed before allowing the towel to fall off her naked body: using it to dry herself with. She took her time, after all there was no need to rush. It was still slightly fresh in her room compared to the bathroom but her body was getting accustomed to the air now. She hummed softly under her breath, completely oblivious to the presence walking towards her room (let alone was in the house at all) … until her bedroom opened up and a familiar voice filled the air.

                         “T-T-Tristan!” Gabriella squeaked highly as she jumped around. Her entire face turned red with immense heat, traveling down her neck to her chest where her heart pounded within. She reached frantically for her towel, holding it up to cover her naked body. ‘Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!’ How foolish could she been to not lock her door? “I-I-I–” Gabriella tried to speak but found the words lost on her. Her doe-eyes were wide as she stared at Tristan, the blushing of her cheeks merely intensifying, “I-I didn’t know you were here!”

[rosefromdeath-a]

@veyled​ ♥ ( ANA ) liked for a one liner starter

           "Just leave me alone, Ana. I'm in no mood right now to deal with you and your wicked ways."

[rosefromdeath-a]

@veyled​​ asked :     © but also gabby's already a canon muse and no one can tell me different 🤷🏻‍♀️

i can’t find the meme but basically send “ © “ if you think my oc should be canon

honestly you and me both tbh hahahaha i always forget gabby isnt canon and then i just make myself sad whenever i read anything twilight and she doesnt show up except for in my threads :’))) but thank you so much!!! <3

[venusflytrps-a]

ANSWERED ASK - CHELSEA 

@veyled​ said: ❝ it’s all lies. just a poetic invention to make the story prettier and more touching. ❞ / from marcus to chelsea 👀👀👀

The cutting edge in his tone slice through her, throat suddenly constricting. He never spoke to her that way. Her phone is buzzing wildly in her back pocket and she wonders if it has something to do with the shift in his affection. Chelsea feels the familiar sensation of his loyalties tugging, but this time it is not simply against the coven; he is pulling away from her too. Not just pulling, ripping. Centuries of love and loyalty between them, the one tie with him she has never had to force but simply loved to hold, tenderly, comforted by the sensation like a silk ribbon, is suddenly slipping between her fingers. The invisible rope-burn stings her heart as she simply lets it, too overcome with shock and dread to resist as she realises what this may be about.

Her first impulse is to put up her walls, revert to survival mode, the pretty lies and persuasions she used on most to save face, get her way. But lies are what have gotten her here in the first place, and with Marcus they’ve always felt wrong with her love for him being so true. Chest rises and falls in a faster motion, panic setting in. Still too frozen to even reach for her phone, all she can do is stare at the back of his head, silently willing him to look at her but also fearful of what she might see. That if he does she may instead be the one wishing for the sweet release of flames. “Marcus...” She swallows, her mouth suddenly dry. She had never had a dry mouth in her whole immortal existence; was she suddenly desecrating from shock? Was that possible? The next words to come from her mouth taste like poison and guilt. They tasted like Aro’s blood in her mouth. His memories of what he had done to Didyme that she kept locked tight in a safe in her gut filled with shame and darkness. They are a technicality, a subtlety of politics she had mastered. Evasive, manipulative; this was her true nature all along and she was foolish to have thought otherwise. The way Marcus saw her had been a pretty dream, but a dream was all it was. She knew she would deserve the mistrust and hatred that were no doubt in forming in his beautiful eyes afterwards. “I have never lied to you.” 

[oflilaceyes]

@veyled​;  ❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do 

the tension was almost too much to bare. the fierceness held within her eyes was mixed with lust as she gripped the sides of his face. kiss him, yennefer. just do it. don’t be such a coward. mere moments before, they had been locked in a yelling match. it had ended with him gripping her by the shoulders and pulling her toward him. her heart had skipped a beat and her eyes had dropped to his lips - the urge to press hers to his nearly overwhelming.

leaning forward to do just that, fingers curling within his hair, a sudden clearing of ones throat wrenched her out of her lust fueled thoughts. her attention was drawn to the bard two stood awkwardly to her right, and instantly thoughts of murder ran through her mind. almost just as immediately, she dropped her hands from his face and shook his grip off, stepping back and inhaling deeply to get a grip on herself.

“ i’m sorry to interrupt what i’m sure was an intense moment but i do need to remind you, julian that it is nearly dark and we have yet to find this god forsaken town. ” jaskier wore a smile that made yen wish beyond wishes that she could just dispose of him right then and there. it was a smile of knowing. a smile that twinged yennefers last nerve.

[oflilaceyes]

@veyled​;  ❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance

it was a night where the two of them and jaskier, unfortunately were able to enjoy the atmosphere of a local tavern. luckily, rather than pestering the two of them, jaskier was actually preforming. which gave yen and julian some time alone. the first time they’d had in quite a few days. 

after a few drinks, she had her eyes closed and she was swaying lightly to the dulcet tones echoing through the small tavern. when julian rose, yens eyes opened and she looked aback when he offered his hand. brow furrowing, she took it and allowed herself to be pulled up onto her feet and out to the middle of the floor. when a hand met her waist and his other lifted hers, a light clicked on in her brain and she laid her other hand gently against his shoulder. it had been a while since she had danced.

around they swayed, in perfect sync with one another until the music stopped. and even then, they still swayed, too lost in one another to stop.