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I am archiving this blog and moving it to another blog named @neslomeniisms and though the character is COMPLETELY different, I still want the connections Ionna have/had on that character. So, please - if you would like to keep our connections and communicating follow me there!! You can send me an ask, start a new thread, ect. :)
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If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not DIE? And if you wrong us
shall we not revenge?
Cyra; mother & creator of all witches.
(ง'̀-‘́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง
Lucien was a firm believer that taking blood from another could be extremely powerful if done correctly. He had done his compelling share of victims, even drained a few but the deepest acts were the ones where there was a willingness from the opposite partner. Ionna was that, despite the rush of fear he could feel on her blood, she was allowing him to take her blood and he was more happy to oblige. He isn’t forceful, instead, enjoys the feeling of fingers on his scalp and the taste of her blood with ever gulp of it.
It takes a moment to let go, fangs retracting as one again, he smooths the skin bitten by leaving a kiss where he had pierced skin, tongue darting to take the remains of blood from the wound and around his mouth. His eyes open, the veins around them disappearing as he looked over her, seeing if she was alright, remaining hand on her neck soothing the place below. “Are you alright, love? Need some blood?”
Feeling his fangs retract from her neck, she let out a breathe. Her eyes slowly opened and her vision was faintly blurred; she blinks a few more times before her eyes met his, “Hm?” She asks in regards to the question he asked, before it hit her. “No, I’m alright. Thank you.” She flashes a rather shy smile, a faint bush making its way to her cheeks - she knew this was happening to and she hated it. She did not like coming off as shy and innocent, when she was neither one of those things. At least not in front of people she doesn’t give a shit about.
“Did you enjoy yourself? Had your fill?” She muses as she bring both of her hands up to adjust her hair so it hid the minor wound on her neck. She did not need to hear any bull shit in case she ran into an uptight witch bitch.
roman followed her, such soft, fine hand holding his as they entered their bedroom. the bubbles started to grow in the tub as ionna asked for forgiveness and roman decided he wanted to forgive her, but he enjoyed her begging him more than anything in the world, and she knew it. his hands slip over her body as she kisses him so softly, the warmth of the water creating steam that rises up to the ceiling. he doesn’t speak, but she’ll soon know how much he actually forgives her.
She did not have to manually turn off the water. Being a witch made it that easier, so she was able to keep the psychical contact they both shared. The tip of her tongue lightly caress his bottom, her nose gently nuzzles and brush with his before she slowly withdrew. Her hands grasp the ends of his shirt and lift it over head, tossing it to the side before she did the same with her shirt. She was wearing one of his many favorite lingerie sets; a smirk made it to her lips as her hands began to slowly caress up her stomach, “You can touch me..” She softly speaks as her hands travel up to her breast, taunting him.
she could hear the THUD of the body hitting the wall from a few blocks away. it definitely PIQUED her interest, to say the least, considering how quiet everything was just a few moments before. she hadn’t come to new orleans to pick a fight, or to be a part of one, but, that didn’t mean she couldn’t witness a few scuffles.
with a quick whoosh she appeared to where the dark haired woman had a man pinned against the wall by his throat. she cocks her head to the side, intrigued. was she a VAMPIRE?? for some reason, she didn’t strike her as the TYPE. definitely intriguing. as the man scuttled away, running as far away from the two females.
emmeline tutted softly, looking in the direction that the man had ran. ❝ DAMN. i’d hate to piss YOU off. ❞ the joke is wry, but, the smile tugging at her lips is truly mischievous in nature. ❝ no business, darling. i was just…in the area && wanted to witness someone kicking ass. ❞
Her words made Ionna head cant slightly to the right. No. No one should want that considering Ionna’s reputation for being quite the ruthless bitch when she is pissed off. But, to the brunette it was simple - just DON’T piss her off!
Her arms came to cross over her chest while looking the female vampire over in silent interest. Okay, she was quite amusing - she’d give her that. FINALLY Ionna gives a light shrug, “Ah, you missed the best parts though - but don’t worry. You stay long enough and you might get your money’s worth.” By this time slow, dragging steps made their way towards the taller in inches woman before standing a good two to three feet away from her.
She extends her hand out to her, “Ionna LaRue, welcome to New Orleans. Enjoying your stay so far?”
Mercer is used to stumbling upon such scenes. In New York it was so commonplace for TENSION, even with the outbreak clearing up. The sentient virus regards her with indifference at first before curiosity washes over him.
“Oh, don’t flatter yourself. I was only drawn to the noise, I’m habitually drawn to SCUFFLES and got a little nosy.” Curiosity won’t kill this cat blessed with more than nine lives. A SUBHUMAN monster such as himself dwells on instinct and sees violence as excitement. Seeing who survives is important; Darwinism ran through his dirty veins, natural selection was a sport for APEX PREDATORS. She handled herself well and that sparks an interest. “I was going to ask if you were alright and be nice for a change but then you got a little sassy.”
HE was going to ask if SHE was alright? That was still a thing? The last time she was asked if she was alright was - eh, she will forget about that. Ionna forces herself up onto her own two feet, her eyes finally able to meet his, she could not see his eyes but she could make out everything else in facial features. He looks familiar but from where?
“I’m fine. Thanks for you concern, just.. getting used to some things..” Her eyes narrow at him, “Haven’t I seen you somewhere? --Were.. did they...?” She trails off motioning towards the now dead male in uniform a few feet away from her.
he tries it hard not to laugh against her lips, his hand sliding from her cheek up to her hair, tangling his fingers in her gorgeous locks. her lips against his was like heaven, and with each kiss he fell more and more in love with her. he would have done anything she asked of him, so when she asked him to stay, there wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to say no. he kissed her once more, so incredibly gently, words muffled against her lips ; he really didn’t want to stop kissing her. ever.
❛ i will stay here for as long as you wish me to. ❜
A soft groan slip past her lips as his fingers entwined in thick chestnut locks. Her hands travel up and down his chest; massaging him with her bare hands while kissing him with a passion that couldn’t be matched by the Heavens above.
“Forever.”
Were the words she whispers softly against his lips. She wanted him to stay with her forever. She had no desire for this moment to stop; his strong hands over her body, the sweet taste of his lips - simply being in his presence was all she wanted for the rest of her life.
You must not fight too often with ONE enemy, or you will teach him all your art of war.
