the blood is red,

& sweet like cherry wine INDIE OC RP BLOG. open to most fandoms

[swindlingmystic-blog]

Hearing her words, Maggie grew even more uncomfortable. So Elsa found herself another act. Judging by all the seeping blood through the sheet she had wrapped around herself — they were already putting her to good use. What did they do to her, treat her like a pin cushion? Put her up on Elsa’s wheel and spin it around while they had themselves a good old time and tossed knives? She couldn’t have even been there for that long yet here she was, while Maggie was given the task of taking care of her. Maggie pushed out a smile herself, small and flimsy as it was. ❝Oh, your welcome.❞

She didn’t exactly know how to act, so her smile continued sitting on her face until she went to work figuring out exactly what she was going to do. The bottle of alcohol was set on the nearest available surface, the box on her lap slid down onto the bed beside her. Opening it up revealed rags and strips of elastic bandages. Maggie took a deep breath as she looked over everything, putting her thoughts into order. ❝I’ll be right back. I have to go get a basin and fill it up. So I can wash your wounds.❞  Small palms were smoothed down her sides as she rose, a brief glance flicked backwards before she strode out the door.

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Madalena could tell that the poor girl was mortified, and the fact that she bothered to try and hide it emitted a small smile. Upon coming here and showing miss Elsa her talents, she least expected that she would end up as one of her acts. It wasn’t so bad-- it was better than spending her nights out in some bar, getting plastered and waiting for someone to take her home. Before Maggie could leave, though, the Spanish woman gently reached out and grabbed her wrist, noticing the rapid thrumming of her pulse.

“Clearly, a few of these are going to need stitches.” She let go of her then as to not frighten her, fingers gliding against porcelain skin as her arm fell back to her side. “Don’t worry. I will take care of those as soon as the bleeding slows. I told Miss Elsa that I didn’t really need assistance-- I’m sorry that she sent you to deal with it.” Smiling apologetically, dark eyes fell shut for a moment as the blood loss continued to make her head spin. They opened again to watch Maggie leave, moving to light a cigarette as she did.

[tremulousalto-blog]

Quinn could feel herself blush, not really sure why. The whole thing seemed strange, Professor Vega was not like any other professor she had. She was also way younger. And, well, attractive. Considering how Quinn was starting to acknowledge just how much she appreciated the female body, Madalena Vega was very distracting. 

“As long as it’s not a bother to you, Professor Vega. I’m fine doing it now or at any other time. Working on it and the schedule, I mean,” she clarified. “I have nothing to do right now, this is my last class of the morning,” she added.

[vaciiio-blog]

“Excelente,” Lena smiled and her head moved in a slight nod. She paused then, taking a moment to simply look at the student. It was no question that she was a beautiful girl top to bottom, which she had no problem with recognizing. She’d been drawn to many students before, but none had made the professor so interested in as many aspects as Quinn just by simply asking for help in the course. 

She leaned off the desk then and sauntered behind it, heels clicking against the tile of the bottom part of the classroom. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you landing those rrrs in no time.” Packing up her things, she set her bag on her desk before moving to pull up a chair for the blonde, placing it right in front of the desk before taking a seat on the edge. “A lot of it is simply training your voice,” She started, crossing one leg over the other. “We’ll work on that first. Come on, let me hear it. rrrrrrr.” Lena encouraged with the lightest of smirks, watching her intently.

[vaciiio-blog]

✦ & ✘

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✦ = being well-dressed

Manicured eyebrows raised upon entering the tent, finding Maggie in a dress that looked no less than stunning on her. She let out a low whistle, leaning against her record player. “Wow, Blondie. All of this for the crustacean?” She laughed softly, lighting a cigarette and not bothering to hide her wandering eyes. “What a lucky schmuck,” She muttered under her breath.

✘ = hugging them

The last thing that she expected was a late night visit from Maggie after she was already drunk and high beyond repair. Finding her like that seemed to make the blonde sad, something she found herself regretting. Still, there was a soft whine when Maggie pried the alcohol from her fist, tears immediately stinging within the whites of her eyes at the thought of being left without it. She could faintly hear Maggie saying something about wanting to help her, and could feel her sitting her up and wrapping her arms around her. Lena only reached for the bottle, slowly shaking her head. She couldn’t focus on her words when the fortune teller sounded so far away. “---Please give it back.” She slurred out pathetically, weakly and unsuccessfully trying to shrug out of her grasp. 

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✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

[swindlingmystic-blog]

As soon as Maggie walked in, her rounded green eyes were drawn to the exposed flesh belonging to the upper body she was supposed to clean up and treat. Miss Elsa didn’t tell her anything about what happened; it wasn’t like the freaks kept her up to date with the latest to join their troupe. No, she barely knew anything about the Fat Lady — or even noticed her until she walked in on her bent over and getting plowed from behind by a drunken Jimmy. There were lacerations on this woman’s skin all over, bleeding, bleeding from everywhere. A twisting set itself off in her stomach as Maggie came to a stop, a box in one hand and a bottle in the other. She gently sat down next to the foreign lady on the bed. Maggie grasped for words despite the other woman’s levity. ❝Yeah,❞ she replied. ❝I’m Maggie. What…what happened to you?❞

[vaciiio-blog]

“Nothing to be afraid of, Maggie--... this is simply my act.” Lena explained with a small smile. The girl was interesting in her own right, considering she was the only one around here so far who visibly didn’t come off as a FREAK. Lena didn’t really, either, until taking a closer look upon her marked, scarred skin. Right now she sat with only a sheet wrapped around her waist, the cloth almost completely stained red. “I do not feel pain,” She explained with a small shrug, shifting slightly where she sat and causing more blood to push through the gashes. “I mean, the worst I get is incredibly lightheaded. Still, that doesn’t mean infections are impossible. So thank you.”

[fiercerebekah]

[ text; Lena ]: Does the hotel have a name?

[ text; Lena ]: I’m alright. I’ll be better if I get the chance see you tonight.

[vaciiio-blog]

[ text - Bekah ]: somethin g inn. blue lights, big plant

[ text - Bekah ]: not tonite... not goOd nhgt. why duid u leaveda?

[tremulousalto-blog]

Spanish had never been her strong suit, though having Mr.Schue as a teacher hadn’t helped any. She was discovering that the hard way, sadly. The internet and bothering Santana had helped her with her exercises, but her pronunciation wasn’t getting any better and part of her grade would come for that. Her grades weren’t going to plummet because of a class, she refused. And so she decided to stay back and talk to her professor about it.

“Yes, Quinn Fabray,” she answered with a polite smile. She wasn’t used to being called by her first name. Even less being called dear by a professor. “There is, yes, I’m sure you’ve noticed my pronunciation is —lacking. I was wondering if there was a possibility to schedule something on your office hours, maybe. I’ve tried everything and I just don’t seem to get better,” she explained, her hands holding the strap of her bag.

[vaciiio-blog]

Lena had noticed how Quinn seemed to improve wonderfully when it came to written tests and essays already. The verbal parts of her answers during class, however, had often been slightly off. Seeing someone want to further their speaking skills in the language made the corners of her lips turn up slightly, even if it was only for a grade. Teaching had served as a bearable and even fun distraction, and any time she didn’t spend alone definitely wasn’t denied. 

“It’s such a pain to remember everyone’s names, as you can imagine. Yours is easy, though. Such a name goes with such a face, I suppose.” Lena leaned back against her desk then, her arms crossing over her chest as she tried to sink a bit out of lecture-y professor mode. “You’re not among the worst, actually. But it’s good you came to me this early. If this is your last class, I can work with you a bit now. We can work out a schedule before you leave.” She offered. 

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@tremulousalto

How she’d landed the professor position at Yale was way beyond her, but Lena had decided simply to roll with it. They seemed to be desperate for someone who actually spoke Spanish as their first language. Just finishing up her largest class of the day, Lena packed up her things and turned towards the door to find a girl approaching her desk while most others filed out of the room. 

“Oh, hello--... Quinn, is it?” She tried to recall her name, letting her accent slip through as she did. Dark eyes scanned over her, and she recognized her as one of her students who sat in the front, always paying the most rapt attention. The thought made her smile just a little, and she offered the blonde a warm look. “Is there something I can help you with, dear?”

[vaciiio-blog]

@fiercerebekah

[ text; Lena ]: I miss you too love.

[ text; Lena ]: Where are you?

[ text - Bekah ]: duno. a hoteel

[text - Bekah ]: ar yuo doing goodD?

[lipat]

[vaciiio-blog]

@swindlingmystic

“--My eyes are up here, darling.” Lena smirked from where she sat shirtless, although she was well aware that the little blonde was gawking at the gashes and bruises left all over her form during her performance. Lighting a cigarette, she took a hearty drag as she eyed the other who had entered her tent. “I take it you are the one Miss Elsa sent to fix me up, no?” She questioned in a husky, accented voice as dark, seemingly careless eyes look her over.

[naya-rivera]

uuhq

[butscrewmefirst]

   her head will shake almost immediately as lena produces a blade, cutting her skin. though she knows that she should be selfish and accept the gift, she can’t do it. not from her lover, one whose blood would bring her more than just strength. after all, the dark haired woman is a witch, and her blood would revitalize elizabeth even further.

      “ no, i can’t take it from you. “

   she tries to push away lena’s hand, but her efforts are weak and pathetic as the girl’s arm presses to her lips and blood invades her mouth. it’s then that elizabeth can’t hold back any further, a hand lifting so that she’s able to loosely hold her lover’s hand even tighter against her pout as she drinks deeply and intimately. eyes squeeze and tears spill onto cheeks, blood filling her every fiber and strengthening her already.

[vaciiio-blog]

“yes. you need to. it’s alright, i won’t miss it.” her face contorted with sadness along with a small smile of relief to find elizabeth quickly obliging, whether it was against her will or not. she leans down, whispering small praises to her as her lips come in slow, gentle contact with any skin she could find that wasn’t riddled with injuries.

“you’re going to be better than ever now. it’s okay. it’s okay.” she continued  to assure her, although the loss was beginning to make her feel dizzy. lena still pressed the gash tighter against swollen lips. it almost made her a little proud-- her blood was saving elizabeth. for once, she wasn’t completely useless. her free hand pushed blonde locks away from her face, kisses peppered slowly and tenderly to her cheeks and forehead now. “--tell me what happened, liz. please. who did this?”she asked desperately as she relaxed against her.

[butscrewmefirst]

   the appearance of her lover brings relief over elizabeth, but only for a few short seconds, head shaking almost violently at what is said.

      “ no. no, you can’t call anyone. “ it’s obvious she’s trying to sound authoritative and strong, but she’ll fall short. very short. “ please. “

   the latter part of her articulation is the weakest of all of it, as if the single word is a plea. such a thing is odd coming from the countess, and as she struggles to grab for the dark haired woman’s hand to further encourage her to listen, a tear will trail down her cheek. lower tier will quiver now, desperation heavy about them.

[vaciiio-blog]

   lena’s wide, terrified eyes only allow for one small blink, and trails of moisture are stuck to her face. she lets out another soft cry when elizabeth won’t let her call for help, but she listens, if only to ease her.

“listen, you’re going to be okay. you HAVE to be. wh--... what happened? how long have you been like this? god, you--... you’re probably so thirsty.” her voice is delicate and broken as her eyes search frantically around them, and she finds a piece of glass, breaking it desperately. taking a broken shard, she slices along her wrist with no apprehension, not bothering to wince as her eyes were glued to each injury laid upon the vampire. “here--... take as much as you need, baby. it’s okay.” she sniffed, using her other arm to push away her own tears and pushing the bloody one towards the blonde’s lips.

[jesperfahey]

I don’t wanna be friends. 

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