#volturi wives

[the-volturi-princess]

Sleeping in bed with all of the volturi kings and queens would be nice :P

[sweetwickednemesis]

Hello! Stepping out of my hiatus to remind y'all that I run an 18+ only Volturi-lovers discord server! Member count is 60+ at the moment, but the server is pretty quiet!

I have recently redone this server to try to make it more user friendly, and also added color reaction roles you can choose from!

We have general chat channels and channels dedicated to the movies as well as the books!

You can join here: https://discord.gg/WK2xSEYtVT

[night-unfurls-its-splendour]

Volturi Wives Portraits

Sulpicia

Athenodora Didyme

[ask-the-volturi]

Athenodora, how did you survive becoming married to Caius? Was he always crabby or is that just from events with the Moon Children and dealing with the possible bullshit of the guards?

I know my love has a rough exterior, but he is very gentle to me. He’s actually quite the romantic. Of course things like the children of the moon and the “bullshit of the guards” can put him in a worse mood, but he’s always been very . . . blunt. I’ll admit that when we met it took awhile for me to crack him and get to the sweetheart that I knew was inside.

[volturi-alt-aesthetic]

[cozy-possum]

While most vampires amass hoards of jewels and wealth, none display it so openly as the wives of the Volturi, they wear the most expensive fabric, over the top, boarding so far onto avant-garde fashion the clothes seem almost uncomprehendable, they drip with jewels, golds and silvers threaded into thier hair, diamons and sapphires embedded into thier skin, they move and the humanity they emmulate vanishes, they still and world holds its breath with them.

Sulpicia uses this fear, this wonder and amazement to destory, she uses every speck every sparkle of her skin, of her mask to pull humans to her, she rages, crackling and splintering, fire spitting from every corner of her being, magma and heat pooling around her radiating off her shimmering skin, smoke wafting around choking the life, the resistance out of them. they do not die screaming for they have no voice.

Athenodora covers herself in glittering gems and parades around, no mortal who looks at her can see anything but liquid beauty, she moves like water, like waves cresting over a calm sea; the humans dont mind dying to quench thier thirst.

Didyme covers herself in a shroud of reflection. what the human see is themselves immortalized in her beauty, the fragments of glass, shards of mirror call to them, just as her gift does. they shimmer and entice pulling the humans desperate to be close the ideal version of all they can see of themselves. they feel no pain, they have no need to cry out, as the razor edges slice and cut, as her smile turns as sharp as the glass and they become ensared within themselves reflected onto her.

[kiyiyavolturi]

Day 8: To Forks

Nearly a month later, I looked up from reading next to Marcus while he stood, when the throne room doors slammed open and Santiago entered leading a blonde haired vampire. After hearing what Irina had to say, I must admit, I was uneasy. This was a serious crime if true but Aro seemed to believe her and days later, the guard in it’s entirety was summoned and after dressing the part, followed Marcus out to the waiting jets. 14 hours later, we landed in a deserted airport that the Volturi seemed to own, though the notion didn’t surprise me. Sensing Demetri behind me, I turn and smile when he leans against me, and whispers to me. “I may have to carry you Mi amore. The place we are to meet with the Cullens is a ways off.” I smile and nod and allow him to lift me up before we’re racing behind the others.

Minutes later, he sets me down and smiling up to him, I barely notice Marcus’ look of approval as Demetri briefly hugs me before we head for the nearby snow covered meadow where we can see the few witnesses Carlisle has managed to assemble. But nearly instantly, I sense them, hear them even, and I nearly halt in my movements had Demetri not realized quickly what was going on and moving to my side, he watched as Felix came to stand on my right side as I managed to come to stand next to Marcus, a faint and surprise mumur coming from the other side from both the vampires and the shifters. Clearly Alice hadn’t seen my presence and I shot Afton a grateful glance. We’d been working on his mental and physical shields for days now and thus far, he had excelled at every challenge thrown his way.

When Edward made his way over to us, I shot Marcus a curious glance but otherwise remained quiet. I had a funny feeling that Aro wasn’t going to judge anyone too harshly, or at least, I hoped so, and as if hearing my thoughts, Edward shot me a look, a look that saw Aro’s gleeful smile, drop. He knew I was still uneasy with what we would find, knew every fiber of my being was on the highest alert possible but thus far, Renesmee’s scent hadn’t alerted my beast to come out. A fact that no doubt, hadn’t escaped Aro’s notice and when he asked to see Renesmee, we all watched curiously as she was guided over to us by Bella with Jacob and Emmett following. Looking to Afton, I watched as he gave a brief nod, before I felt his shield encompass me, protecting my mind from Jake’s.

As the minutes ticked by, I watched as Alice and Jasper then came out of no where with two others following them. Though I wasn’t really paying attention, I soon realized, it was over before I even looked back. Heh. Goes to show how well my attention span is! But as I turn to leave with Demetri and he pulls me close, I feel it, sense it, smell it and hear it; TRAITOR! And before anyone has any idea of what’s going on, I’m flying past the guard, yelping in pain as I phase as Paul slams into me. Disoriented from the sudden attack and the thousands of thoughts and emotions slamming into me, I’m barley able to kick him off. I only barley hear Carlisle yell to Sam that if he didn’t order Paul to stand down, he’d be killed but before Sam could give the other, Paul is ripping into my back and howling in pain, I rear to my back legs in an attempt to crush him below my own weight, when suddenly, he lets go, while yelping in pain. Jane! Thank the gods! Injured, I whine as my vision blurs from the blood pooling below me and I realize with a shock, he’d hit an artery.

It was this sudden realization, that sent Marcus and Demetri to my side while Carlisle flashed over to us, my jaws hanging open, my eyes unfocused, unseeing, through the haze of blinding pain in my back. I’m barely blinking, only doing so when the pain in my eyes becomes too much to bear on top of the pain in my back. Paul is no longer yelping but I can see Sam is furious with him. I had imprinted on Demetri. It wasn’t something I chose to do. It’s something that just happens and Sam sees and understands this. Aro is clearly impressed with his anger as he orders Paul to leave the meadow after phasing to his human form and walking over to me to help Carlisle. I’m shivering at this point. I feel colder than I should and slowly my paws stop holding me up and I slowly slump to the ground, my head falling to rest in Demetri’s arms.

I can feel Carlisle stitching the wound up, feel him stitching the artery back together, halting the blood from falling out of my body at such a rapid pace. “She needs rest, but she needs to be kept away from Paul for a while.” I hear Carlisle say as Demetri gently lifts my human form into his arms, mindful of my injury. Huh I must of phased and don’t remember it. I can barely hear Sam’s voice, barely hear Demetri’s telling me to stay with him as I sleep into a deep slumber. Demetri was cursing when he saw the grey colored wolf lunge at his mate faster than he thought possible. But when he’d heard her scream of pain, he’d reacted by looking to Jane pleadingly. She hadn’t needed any encouragement. She’d unleashed her power in a display not often seen before he’d rushed to Kiy’s side only to smell blood and lots of it.

When he’d seen the wound in her back, he’d been stunned that she still stood but could only attribute that to her being Marcus’ soul daughter. But when Carlisle had finally managed to stich her wounds together, he had all but fled to the house that the Cullens called home where once there, Esme guided him to a spare room. It is here, he rests Kiy’s sleeping form down onto the bed, still being mindful of her wounds. Laying next to her, he holds her close, hoping she’ll recover and taking comfort in her steady heart beat.

[ask-the-volturi]

Sulpicia and Athenodora, do the two of you get along?

Of course! We enjoy each other’s company immensely. If we did not, our days would be quite dreary. Many people assume we are carbon copies of each other. This is simply not true! We have very different personalities, but they compliment each other quite well. Thank you for your lovely question :)

Best,

Athenodora