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The elfgates of Quel'Thalas —·∘•✧•∘·— Ban'dinoriel.

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purelineage:

What a curious girl. Alethea she says. No title? no lineage? At least not one she’s flaunting. Now that he thought about it, the behavior was quite odd. He couldn’t remember the last time someone didn’t introduce themselves with a long string of titles. Even peasants will try to extend their name as far as it could go.

This made him wonder, what Alethea was doing here in the first place.

“ Tell me, Alethea, “ Nikolai started after that brief lapse in thought, “ What brings you here tonight at my festivity just end up here away from it? “

She could easily ask him the same.There was a social event being held, which they had both strayed from. But Nikolai never really threw these occasions for himself. He really just let the council of blubbering old folks throw them to get their fill on the latest gossip on others and on each other.

    Alethea lit up with an interest of ignited anamnesis, eyes quivering with scintillating attentiveness. Blue orbs were wont to rove about, but eventually set her attention fully on Nikolai. “The thirsty rarely avoid an oasis,” for such a raving creature of the night, she was consumed by the unknown and the abstract, laced to the dusk’s enigma in vines of the occult, which would explain the occasional ramblings.    

     “Those inside, they’re poison to drink. A bitter kind of one. But you...” she paused with a voice that was swept with resonant tranquility, “...you’re like rapturous honey, the sweet kind of one. I like your eyes. So I came here to shoot another glance, and inspect all the other features that came with them,” she concluded as she looked at every corner of his entirety. Her words may have sounded more grim than she initially pursued, perhaps even threatening; but such was not her intention, Alethea was just very descriptive when it came to complimenting others’ aspect, however, not literal. Although, it wouldn’t only be physical appearance she admired. In order to be enthralled, there always had to be a captivating aura.

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elitistoriginalbitchx:

“Why exactly would I want to, uh, pour my laments?”

“Because you seem vexed. And I’m known for listening. Oooor, I know! Maybe a little hunt could help you? A simple game, depending on how rough you wish you play. Mrr!”

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purelineage: 

A forceful smile was all Nikolai could offer when the woman defended the weeded area’s place among gardens. Perhaps at one time it could have been considered ethereal. To him that time was not now. “ Why of course it still is one…it’s just a bit unsightly for the public do you not agree? “ He explained with poise. But he did truly love this place, or at least had a troubling connection to the people that have been buried within.

There was then a particular perk in interest when he realized that she did not know his title. His forced smile became playful.

“ My dear, you wander through my gardens and yet you do not know my name? “ He began with this taunting amusement in his voice, “ I am Nikolai Astatine, the last blood of the Astatine line and proprietor of the Estate, including this humble garden. Now pray, what shall I call you? “

    “Of course, it may be. But with the necessary amount of love,       their gowns will rise from the waste of dirt. They do not need       to make a show for stranger eyes, for their flourishing is fondness       for the owner,” the dark-haired vampire hissed with dulcet lull of quirk. 

     “No, it is true that I don’t always listen to what the gloom has to       whisper. But that’s not a problem! For I wander in many restricted       graveyards and the likes without having a name imprinted in dreary       laments,” she paused to be considerate of her companion and gift       her with the secrecy of his name. “Oh, Nikolai. That’s not a very       common name. If your esprit doesn’t mind, which is the wuthering       branch of its origin?”

     But finally, this was no person to directly demand her name. This       time, it was a mere request to disclose what she would’ve liked to       be addressed as. It bore a significant meaning, the whole allegory       of choosing whatever her scathing shell desired. “You can call me       whatever you want, nor the moon, nor the night shall mind. Though       I’ve too grown fond of Alethea.”

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Gonna get to take Feminism as a class this year!!

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 I feel like too often people don’t take into account how mentally and emotionally damaged my character is. But I’m afraid if I remind people about that ignored detail, it’ll slap a Mary Sue label on my character. 

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kanika-devan-celeber:

˝Witches do sound like… like they’d cause problems for us, so yeah. We don’t want them near.˝ Kanika said once again, nodding, seeing that those words did calm down the crazy vampire a little. If anything, Kanika didn’t fear her. She found her interesting, and there was simply something in her that made Kanika more relaxed than she should be near a vampier.

The Moon was the outcast, in a way. Kanika was never the one good with poems and overall more complex wording and coining more complex sentences. She kept things simple, as she was not very educated. However, she could understand what the vampire was talking about, and it fascinated her. Her view on the world was definitely something that Kanika decided to keep in mind for the future. The words she just heard were definitely a wonderful way to bring up some self-esteem in her. ˝…You can be a moon, too, though… I mean, we’re both special, right? And we both shine and all…˝ And she didn’t care about being special. The only thing that she hated was being all alone.

Somehow, Kanika liked the vampire’s touch. Combined with more pretty and deep words, the young lost teenager felt like she was having an epiphany, like she was being taught wonders of the world, things that other people could’t even dream of. When the vampire stopped speaking, Kanika feared that maybe something was wrong, but then the question came and she relaxed.

˝Kanika. It’s Kanika. And I don’t really remember… It was kinda intense, you know? ‘sides, I’m not too good with remembering stuff… What’s your name, if I may ask…?˝

     A warm smile now emerged and stretched on the curled ends of weatherbeaten lips. The sedate flicker of blue remained composed whilst it became obvious that the vampire had grown rather comfortable around her newly acquired friend. It was only recently that Alethea scratched at coarse surface and left the cold walls of a secluded tomb, and she was scared. She may not know what this feeling was for certain, being oblivious about the simple concept of sensations, but she was fearful about her own state. 

     However, stumbling across this individual whom she should’ve and might’ve seen as food oscillated to a worthy companion that the creature of the night has yet to regret, but it was doubtful she would ever come to such conclusion. There was nothing to regret about being rewarded with a considerate and, surprisingly enough, understanding soul. And she was a beautiful soul, what Kanika was seen as in Alethea’s eyes and beyond.

     “But I have never seen more than two moons. And there is only one special one. Every night. So lovely, and so caring. Warmth of astral light beckoning us closer to her home. It is only one. We are within the Moon’s basket, a mustered collection of glistening pearls. We are stars, if not children of the stars. And you are a very special star, because you are a patient child eager to listen,” she praised the girl.

     “... When the darkness took me in, I did not accept the same name. I am not the same unfortunate soul trapped in kindled roads and broken streetlamps       so I had to convey something with perhaps a similar vibe, but just not the same. A name. Alethea.”  

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iamonyoursidenow:

“I.. why would I do that?” Delphine wanted to refuse, but she couldn’t help but be curious. How would it be possible. With a sigh she stepped forward and slim, hesitant fingers reached out to her wrist to feel for a pulse. Delphine frowned when she didn’t feel anything. “Perhaps it is just.. let me..” She wanted to listen to her heart, see if it really could be possible.

       Alethea didn’t even need further encouragement. She knew how curious anyone could be with such utterance of vile feat. Even with advanced inspection, it would all be null. Nothing was pulsating. No tremors or even a lingering warmth of flesh. Just void carcass. 

     “Don’t worry. It is still here! Everything is still here. I wouldn’t just kill them. How cruel would that be? They’re still here. Around us. Not quite like ghosts, but in a way. I mean their energy. Can’t you feel it?”

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darknexsurrounds:  

Kayo tilted her head to the side, a bit confused by the woman’s words. “Alethea, what do you mean?” she asked quietly, her eyebrows furrowed together. The way the vampire spoke could be confusing at points in time, but usually she understood what she meant, but this was just too confusing. 

     What once weighted down upon the vampire’s shoulders heaved into nothingness upon the simple call of her name. No one has addressed her so casually yet so sincerely in the past years since she’s been under the bittersweet arras of the world’s sight again. She now gently cast her placid gaze on Kayo with a nuance of concern. 

     “It means that everything is enhanced. I am something else. I am a daisy in the garden of roses. The only plant with thorns that has yet to bloom in contrast to bouquets of colourful lint. I feel the thorns, because I choose to. Sounds like torture, but really, sometimes it’s just a cloud of haze over evanescent graves. I sometimes need that fog of sensations. Banishing it all too much and I- … I will become a crack for the demons to come out of! Double your curiosity now and that’s the way cards are played for me, dearest one.” 

     She then halted. “You are beginning to become one of my worries. I may grow attached like unwanted seeds. You don’t want that. I am possessive with my found treasure.”

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survivingthedemonsinside:

              “Love, there are only certain games that interest me. Pick and play wisely.” 

      She spoke smoothly to the other. As she moved to rest her fingers upon the side of her hips. Taking in a breath to speak, she exhales slowly before tilting her head to the side. Eyes glancing up and down the other. 

              “You were born with a name. Before you decided to join the shadows, but you choose  to lure within sing song lullabies, that would catch  anyone by the finger. As you would have them within your grasp. Besides this buried moon, I see  a very power Banshee among my presence, a bloodlust that wants to reign control over the stom- ach, a tongue that works magic with the mouth, and a body that has the correct curves to make anyone slowly want to dig the moon up.” 

       Abaddon soon ended her summary. 

             “In which if we are done with this little chatter, I have business to attend to. Unless you want to play some of m y games?”

     “Oh! Is there a list I can pick from, ‘love’? Do humour me,       as I will humour you! I love games. Cat and mouse play,       hide and seek, the funny one with the gallows... tell me your       most favourite,” she purred a feral murmur.

     She admired and observed the woman before her with attentive       orbs of fulgid scintillation and lips parted, enough to display the       carefully once concealed pair of acute fangs. A playful sneer       now adorned eternal youth of sempiternal facade, tongue       clicking against the roof of her mouth with each say. 

     “So you see everything beyond the beads of malignance?! Are       you perhaps a seer, a clairvoyant of deeds not to be spoken of?       Oh, dark beauty, I do already enjoy this sight of glamour. You       may not be the moon, but you are one spec of its moonshine.       Let us play some of your games.”

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324b21thegeekmonkey:

“Whoa, dude.. calm down.” She took a step back. “This is not witchcraft, it’s science. It’s like, standard to have this in a lab.” Cosima frowned, this woman was definitely freaking her out now. Her eyes were wide as she watched her, trying to see what her next move would be. “Uh.. no, I’m a scientist..”

     “No witchcraft, no witchcraft,” she repeated to herself numerous times to get over the earlier sentiment of disquietude. She still had to get herself accustomed to the occurring modern usage. 

     “That sounds toothsome!” Alethea quickly dismissed her earlier feeling and focused on the spoken label, appearing just before the other woman with a towering presence, swift as a snake. “Tell me, cricket, I assume you are better than a witch, yes? Show me the charm of this knowledge.”

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xwelcometooursillylifex:

Zoey chuckled lightly at her questions. “Oh, trust me. I do. It’s quite annoying to not find her myself.” She told with a roll of her eyes. Her lips then turned into a smile. “There will be no need for snap necks. Unless of course, one of her annoying friends interferes” She paused. “Last place she was spotted was just outside of a place called Mystic Falls, Virginia.”

     “Oddity. Such oddity. Heard of that place numerous times yet never once had the urge to cradle myself to the unseen leaves and roads,” she gently shook her head from side to side in soft disapproval. “Friends. Not a problem for me. I never refused a nice mix of soup. I assume you will be wanting her barren of any damage, to damage her yourself? I do like to play with my food.”