Maharet

Independent RP blog for Maharet of the Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice. NSFW Mun 21+

[voiceofthequeen]

Would Thorne being chained to a wall still be close enough to being in a cuck chair? Does it have to be a chair?

[viaticumforthemarquise]

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text

[text] You are too soft.

[text] Your sister, though? I respect her.

[voiceofthequeen]

[text] I would advise you keep these thoughts about me between us. Mekare is not as forgiving.

[teamreeves]

Are you fond of David's immortal form or do you miss the old gentleman appearance?

The question caught her out a little, and her expression was almost embarrassed as she met Maharet's entirely too all-seeing gaze. "All right, yes, I miss it a little, sometimes." In some small way, it felt like a failing for a psychic and a trained Talamasca field agent, to not instantly accept and acclimate to one of her nearest and dearest transferring his spirit to a different body. Especially when David himself had taken it so in stride.

"The body shouldn't matter as long as the spirit is the same, I know that. He's clearly happy. And he ought to be, he's gorgeous," she added with a little flash of a grin. "But I always thought he was handsome before. And..." Well. It was a little too Freudian to admit that David and Aaron had, in their own way, become almost paternal figures to her while she lived with the Order, but it was true. "I guess it's silly, I should know by now that looks and age don't correlate, shouldn't I? But he comforted me and looked after me so much. In some strange way, I miss him. Even though he's right there." Her voice had gone soft and quiet. With a visible effort she straightened and shook the wistfulness away. "Don't tell him I said that, though. He might be upset."

[voiceofthequeen]

There was no lie that would not be known to her, even without a mental link Maharet seemed to always know if fhe truth was concealed from her. "It is difficult when something changes and not as you had prepared for. Expecting him to shrink with age and become a whisper of the gentleman you knew painful as it might be could be expected but this form lacks all that you had grown found of." It was not an accusation as much as Maharet showing she understood it, though could not entirely relate. She saw Jesse herself age and transform but she never turned into something that did not match what Maharet expected.

Pressing a kiss to the woman's face she combed her fingers through her hair. "You should tell him this yourself. Speak your thoughts and while his form no longer is that of your memories I'm certain you will find he is much the same man as he was before." The Talamasca was never a passion she could understand a waste of time is how she'd described it before but she'd allow Jesse her passions no matter how frivolous. "I shall never betray your trust and speak a word of this."

[herheartwasintherightplace]

Poldark, Season 2, Episode 10

[voiceofthequeen]

"There are many that do not view it as such, believing that they have transformed. Gone for a caterpillar to a butterfly but you are correct even with beautiful wings and new intentions they are who they were in one way or another. Santino is far kinder than he was many years ago, grown from his mistakes and I beliefe chastises himself enough that I do not wish to force him to face such." There was no need to force anyone to accept these truths, not as far as Maharet was concerned. She loved her trouble makers, her villains that have grown into something less wicked. Even those who would ignore her calls she had love for. All had their tales and their flaws.

"You have always seemed to have a fondness for children who need aid. I would desire more of us to live a life with mortals, to be among them and understand them. Can we live if we do not?" Plucking a few flowers from the garden she weaved them together never glancing down as her eyes watched Allesandra. "Is it not difficult to not desire to raise them? Jesse was hard enough for me to give up when I held her in my arms." Finishing the actions a small crown of flowers was placed onto Allesandra.

[crypticcovenmom]

"The softness in his heart filled with thorns from his suffering was the very reason I loved him upon first sight. It was a great weakness but he dragged his aching existence like an arrow riddled beast through the old forest with great dignity. When I look at him now, I see him if someone had been strong enough to treat those wounds instead of letting them fester. I am endlessly grateful to you and his found love for being his chrysalis for a happier existence." She spoke softly, her eyes growing distracted by an aphid upon the grass beside her for a moment. This truly was a beautiful garden. "If the belief that he is a new man entirely keeps the weight of that life from crushing him, I would like to believe something as lovely as that."

Allesandra opened her lips to respond to those gentle questions. There was much she could say, now that she had been awake in this wild future for a few years, now that she had spent so many nights in her own company alone. Yet all of those words flew right out of her in a breath as hands approached without ceremony to bestow a delicate crown of blooms upon her head. For a moment, she had no words at all, even in her heart.

Then, a pure grin spread across her features as she let out a giggle unbefitting her usual distance and poise. She felt like a child again in that moment in a way she had not in so long. Instead of the strong mother that suffered, the mother that strove, the mother sought, the mother withdrawn, she was just a girl with flowers in her hair that would wither and die if not pressed between dusty pages before the day was out. This was the closest she had felt to those fleeting sun spot memories of her own mother taking her to play in the garden that seemed so unattainable even a year after it was reality.

"I believe my days of nurture are over." She laughed again. "I would like to spend more time lost like a child myself before I consider being a woman again, so they pass from my arms quickly. I fear if I hold them too long, I may indeed love them, and I mean to hold my heart in my own hands for now."

[voiceofthequeen]

"At times I wish I found him sooner, wrapped him in my arms and not rejected him as much of the world had but that is merely a fantasy. Had that been reality we both would lack the very man he is today. Desire as I might to heal his wounds and bury him in my warmth those very scars are what made him." There was a chuckle as she knew there was little use speaking of something that could not be. Alas she did not reject him nor refuse to allow him his quarry. Powerful enough to destroy most if she wished it and yet Maharet would never dare raise a hand against any of them unless she must. "We both are tender with our acceptance of him."

Guiding Allesandra to her Maharet wanted the woman against her, to feel her back flatten Maharet's breast with her weight. "Be my child for a night or two. There is no need for you to be the status figure anymore." Strands were taken by her small hands as she braided flowers into Allesandra's hair. It was warm, something that one would expect to be done whole bathing in the light of the sun.

"Allow yourself to life freely Allesandra." A kiss was pressed to her cheek.

[voiceofthequeen]

"Are you? Interesting that is your take when Santino has seemed to believe himself no longer than same man. Neither answer is wrong, different takes on the same topic is all." There was no judgement to be had, in the end she trusted that Allesandra was no more the woman of the coven just as she was no more the seer of her people. "You've grown since those days, I do not believe I would recognize you as the same women."

They all deserved a chance to be redeemed. Maharet knew there were many that would wish her death the same as they wished for Santino's. Neither would she allow. "What do you do for pleasure now?"

[crypticcovenmom]

"Are not all the same person we were when we started this journey? We may change clothes, take on new roles, and lay down burdens, but we are still that same person that made the mistakes we have since learned from. I believe that thought may hurt Santino too much. We may never make the same decisions again but that does not make us new people." She explained. No, she would never again be in the position she had held herself in for so many dark centuries. Allesandra was stronger in the face of love, in the search for great meaning and companionship. She would no longer be trapped in isolation, controlling herself and others with grand ideals.

"Admittedly, I do that which I denied myself. I travel, I study, I interact nightly with mortals, and I..." She hesitated briefly. "... on occasion, relocate unfortunate children to better circumstances than I found them. It is meddlesome but I find interest in it."

[voiceofthequeen]

"There are many that do not view it as such, believing that they have transformed. Gone for a caterpillar to a butterfly but you are correct even with beautiful wings and new intentions they are who they were in one way or another. Santino is far kinder than he was many years ago, grown from his mistakes and I beliefe chastises himself enough that I do not wish to force him to face such." There was no need to force anyone to accept these truths, not as far as Maharet was concerned. She loved her trouble makers, her villains that have grown into something less wicked. Even those who would ignore her calls she had love for. All had their tales and their flaws.

"You have always seemed to have a fondness for children who need aid. I would desire more of us to live a life with mortals, to be among them and understand them. Can we live if we do not?" Plucking a few flowers from the garden she weaved them together never glancing down as her eyes watched Allesandra. "Is it not difficult to not desire to raise them? Jesse was hard enough for me to give up when I held her in my arms." Finishing the actions a small crown of flowers was placed onto Allesandra.

[angelustheancient]

Do you ever steal eyes to ve able to see once more?

Angelus looked slightly unnerved by the question. “I tried once, and only once,” he explained. “The process was messy, and it was not even worth the effort, as they only lasted mere minutes before my sight was gone again. It will not be a repeat experience.”

“I believe my…impairment is a bit more complicated than just swapping eyes.”

[voiceofthequeen]

"A shame that you did not even receive sight long enough to be worth the effort. It would seem that is the case." There was a soft frown knowing he could not receive escape from darkness in the same manner she had for millenia. Such horrors to endure a process and find failure within moments.

"If mortal ones fail within moments I am doubtful that those of an immortal would offer relief. Even so you don't shy away."

[angelustheancient]

“It was rather horrific for me to attempt, and needlessly cruel to the other party as well. I was a much younger Immortal then, operating on the recommendation of another. I have not attempted again,” he added. While Angelus would like nothing more than to have his sight returned to him, he had adapted and grown used to living without it after several millennia.

“I have never attempted such a thing, but I imagine the outcome would be more or less the same, despite the age or strength of the Immortal in question.” he said, nodding at the other. He would not dare subject another Immortal to the horror of having one’s eyes removed. “This is all I have ever known as an Immortal, and my other senses more than make up for it. I have had some success in sharing sight with the use of…I believe some call it The Mind Gift? But, ah…it is very taxing for most Immortals to keep such a connection for extended periods, and that is if they possess it at all.”

[voiceofthequeen]

"I know those horrors well, many were upset seeing the way I stole from bodies to maintain my sight. A monster that stole the eyes of victims and was cursed by the mortals who saw what was left in my wake." A task that with time became easy, horrifying in how simple it was to her. In ways she would argue he was stronger, adapting where she refuses to give up her sight even if it meant stealing the eyes on another.

Nodding out of habit she was uncertain how well he could discern movements, silent reactions that conveyed emotions that he could no more see. "That is the name many have given it. If you desire when in my company I can share that connection. Allow you to see through my eyes and I will not grow tired, not taxed by giving you a sliver of sight. With your age connection to you must be taxing to many, exhausting the minds that still grasp for knowledge."

[angelustheancient]

“We do what we must in order to survive, of course. I don’t judge anyone for doing what they need to. I might be doing the same as you, if the length of the eyes’ use was much longer,” he acknowledged, shrugging his shoulders. “Regardless, I grew tired of such violence very quickly into my Immortal life. Why take when it isn’t strictly necessary for me to do so? Why desecrate a corpse in such a way when I could just learn to adapt?”

While Angelus could not see her movements or gestures, he knew she’d likely be making them, everyone did. He could guess what they were by the very silence that hung there in the moments before she spoke again, and the sound of her hair moving against the fabric of her clothing. “Your bloodline has such interesting and apt names for abilities,” he said with a smile, before it fell away and his brow furrowed slightly. “I thank you for the offer. This would not be taxing for you? I don’t wish to abuse such a gift.”

“And…yes, it can drain their strength quite quickly, which is why I seldom indulge. I do my best to keep my mind compartmentalised, but even so, things still can slip through.” He explained. Angelus’ past was sometimes hard for people to believe, and often very dangerous to behold.

[voiceofthequeen]

Some may have taken his words as a slight but not Maharet, she understood well and if she could grant him something that required less violence to see once more she would without complaint. "You are brave to endure learning something that many struggle to adapt to."

There was a small light chuckle as she couldn't disagree, the names were far more charming than the gifts that came with. "It makes them easier to understand and yet at times lack the brutality that can be done with each of those gifts." Ones their age must all know the brutality that even the mind gift could grant but calling it a gift almost softened what it was capable of. A gift not a curse. "At my age I do believe I can endure a prolonged period. I may be unable to reach my mind to every corner of the world if it becomes taxing enough. No, I do not believe you would abuse it. The spirits speak of a kind nature you possess."

The bleeding of minds was always a risk but Maharet would not begin to search his without permission and would trust he would offer the same courtesy.

[angelustheancient]

Angelus merely smiled at being called brave. “I thank you for the compliment. Some other Immortals find me cowardly, as I am not exactly interested in the more violent aspects of our kind, unless absolutely necessary. I am glad you do not think so.” As much as he enjoyed meeting and befriending other Immortals, he was cautious to avoid those more prone to needless and careless acts of carnage. “Despite the things you have done to continue experiencing the world in the way you wish, you are very kind.” He nodded.

Angelus wholeheartedly agreed on her interpretation of their naming convention for Vampiric abilities. “I believe gifts are a very good descriptor, especially since it seems that not all of your Bloodline acquire all of them. A gift is never…guaranteed, nor is it earned. It is freely given, with no hope of anything in return. I wonder if it has something to do with that?” He shook his head. That may warrant further study.

He would take her up on her offer, but perhaps not right at this exact moment. Angelus was satisfied just to know he had an option available at this time.

“Spirits, you say? And what else do your spirits say about me?” His head tilted to one side, eyebrows raised, his expression open in

[voiceofthequeen]

"They find cowardness in something they could not endure. We are bound to violence but that does not mean we shall all desire for violence beyond what is needed for our survival." There was one of the many reason she made the rule that forbid the destruction of others of their kind. Too many were hurt by the actions of another but if they all began taking an eye for an eye they would all surely suffer. No one was without sin and the longer one lived the harder it was to not commit a crime against another. "I appreciate you believe so, my current eyes were given to me to allow me to see without such cruelty inflicted on those who I must feed from." The small drink was possible now if she desired it as she no longer needed victims for eyes.

"Most will one day gain the gifts but it seems to be a gift none can know when they will receive. No one can assure their blood with grant the gift desired much less any gift. If you do find the answer let me know, I'm curious of the source as vampire was not even what we were always called." It was interesting to learn the source of names they used today as during her mortal years they were never a thought.

Pausing for a moment she was listening closely to see what would be whispered to her. "Seems they are shy now that they are being noticed. They do not seem to be afraid of you."

[angelustheancient]

“We are as unique and different as we were as mortals, perhaps even more so. So, I never really understood why so many Immortals believe that we must all act and present ourselves a certain way. I don’t even take from humans anymore, not directly, anyway, and if I do desire the thrill of the hunt and a kill, I seek out wild game.” He had not spent extensive time around other Immortals in decades and hadn’t lived with others as part of a coven or something similar in even longer. There was as much danger as there was safety in numbers, especially with clashes in personality and ideals among Vampires. “That must be a weight lifted from you, that you no longer have to worry about such things.”

“I’m sure it is different for each breed of our species, too. There is a difference in…progenitor among us. I am not beholden to the same…restrictions you are, and there are some of our kind out there who even possess an allergy to silver. We even have different terminologies, rules, and hierarchies that somehow manage to exist without much overlap.” Angelus loved these kind of conversations. Their species was so varied that it was sometimes impossible to tell what would be true for one group or others, though their primary weaknesses tended to be very similar with little difference. Angelus was a strange exception. “I would have to spend a lot of time among your people and others to make any kind of hypothesis, and I am uncertain it would hold true for everyone. There are always outliers.”

Angelus appeared amused and delighted that the spirits seemed unafraid of him. “I do not fear them either. I have no quarrel with spirits.” He seemed thoughtful for a moment. “So you can hear them? What is that like? I have no such sensitivity to spirits but have seen a fair few in more corporeal forms.”

[voiceofthequeen]

"Many convince themselves of truths and believe that all must follow these truths. I too would be willing to only feed from animals would their blood quiet my own hunger but that hunger is dormant for long enough and with the aid of the little drink there is little need for myself to take lives. Living among mortals and feeling their life is something I find more pleasure in than silencing them in some claim of only feeding from the wicked. Are we to decide who is wicked?" Maharet did not judge her own kind for this belief beyond finding some amusement that those who steal blood from the vein of mortals could call anyone wicked. "Yes, but I also find myself wishing to find a way to return them. The one who gave them to me if of my blood I cannot be his eyes leaving him willingly blind in this world."

"Yes, it would seem that the source of their existence also determines their weakness. At my age the sun still causes me suffering but I can bathe in the warmth if I desire. There are tales of some that cannot enter a dwelling without permission, such interesting changes. Most would find it foolish that my line accepts anyone as a ruler or that they agree to not act on transgressions without my permission." The needless killing was always something she would refuse to accept. She was several millenia in age and did not believe any could in truth could swear they had no sins. "I invite you to be among us as long as yoi desire, all those who follow my command should welcome you."

The curious nature of another similar in age was exhilarating for Maharet. "Yes, not as clear as my sister can but I can hear and at times see them. At times it can be a roar, endless words of many languages, some unknown to me, that urge me of concern and other times it is that if a lover whispering against your ear. Most appear as an aura, their color remains the same even in corporeal forms. With time I do sometimes forget not all eyes desire to watch all." Maharet was not shy or ashamed of her form but that did not mean all wished to view it.

[miller-mayfair]

Aren't you an interesting one. Would you run if I appeared before you?

I wouldn't run, no. I'd be that deer who suddenly loses all instinct and freezes up in front of a car's headlights. Uh, Ma'am. Feels like I should address you respectfully like that and all.

[voiceofthequeen]

I know of your connection to them, their habits of trying to study us all and habit of being close to my family. Do you not miss it? The company of these "Order of Nerds" that is.

Would you argue Nicolas is not whimsical? His mind is vibrant, never quiet not even for a moment but that has its own beauty.

I enjoy it, knowing of everyone brings me pleasure. Even those of my fledglings I tend to listen when they are with others to know they are well. Do you find it exhausting? The Mayfair require much time to keep track of.

[miller-mayfair]

I miss being in the thick of their knowledge. The good people that are still part of them. Just like with any global group there are bound to be people that I regard with familial bonds. I brought in many people who needed help back in my early days with the Order. When I was less jaded about what the Talamasca stood for.

Nicolas is definitely 'whimsical' if you put it like that. He is vibrant in energy and despite being a dead man he can be very much alive at times. Even more than me since I can often be reserved.

The Mayfairs are their own deep well of issues. My only blessing is that they never bothered much with me, nor did I bother with them. Aside from the occasional invitation from the New York branch that my father is part of, the living ones don't often pay me much mind. You're not wrong that they can be pretty exhausting, however.

I've always wondered what you think about this modern world of witches. Like these television mediums claiming to commune with spirits, or the palm readers charging money to tell tourists their fate. How do you view them in comparison with your own witchhood so long ago?

[voiceofthequeen]

They do seem to be a close organization and yet much of fheir time is wasted documenting tales but not living their own. Jesse loved them dearly as I know you must as well, even I have some love for them. My love is far more tied to the founders than to the many happenings within that order.

Life is something many of us lack, becoming one with death and no longer relating to the beings we once were. Nicolas seems to not seek power. Not desire to crush others but to enrapture them all with his melodies and raving. A shame I never saw his whimsical nature in person during his youth. He and I see the value in youth and passion in a way many have forgotten.

Had you been a daughter I fear you would have been swept into much of their happenings. It seems that offer connection if you seek it but I do no blame you for not desiring to be apart of it all. There were many among our ranks that did not wish to be involved in many of our matters.

Such a bold one you are. It saddens me. Those who lack any true seering or prophetic ability making claims that amount to little more than momentary comfort. I may look at them more kindly if I believed this comfort was the goal but money is far more a driving force. Their actions bring others to have skepticism upon hearing of me or my sister.

[voiceofthequeen]

[dearemma]

[faintlyradiant]

Is it selfish of me to desire a visit?

"Selfish? I was beginning to wonder if you had moved without leaving a forwarding address." The quip is delivered with a softening fondness. It may be ridiculous, but he worries for her. He always has. "I've missed you."

[voiceofthequeen]

"I would never move without leaving you some trace to follow after if you desired." She chuckled at the idea of having to leave him markers or sending someone to deliver him a new address. "I've missed you as well. Have you grown tired of your travels to stay at least a night with me?"

[faintlyradiant]

After millennia, it hardly mattered anymore that Maharet's mind was closed to him. He saw her laugh and could guess what she'd been thinking about. "Specially trained pigeons might work," he offered, seemingly sincere to anyone who'd not learned to detect the mischief. It melted easily into real sincerity as he smiled, falling into step with her. "I'd love to. Do you have other company? Is Mael with you these days?"

[voiceofthequeen]

The response earned a small smile as he played along with the ideas she hadn't yet voiced. "New rule, everyone must bring a bird of their choosing when they visit me." Maharet gave another soft laugh knowing such would bring as much chaos as it would amusement. Moving close enough that their hands would brush Maharet enjoyed the company, ones that should could touch. "Mael has come to join me for a time. His mind speaks of wishing fo discuss something but he has yet to mention more than seeking Jesse."

[voiceofthequeen]

He'd done his best to make his approach known as soon as possible, though he was certain that Maharet would have been quite aware of his presence long before he was aware of her own, and once he was closer, he reached out with his mind a little uncertainly. Maharet, I hope it is not an inconvenience, but I wondered if I might pay you a visit?

Before he reached out she knew of him, knew David was searching for her mind before they brushed. A gentleman as he was always described she wondered if he would have turned away had her mind been closed to him. That wasn't ever a risk, her mind welcomed all to come to her, to seek her if they should have need. David, you are welcome always. You need not invitation nor permission to come to me.

Maharet would have given warning that only those who wished harm against those in her company were not permitted but alas David never seemed the type. She did not believe he would raise a hand against another unless backed into a corner.

[immortal-gentleman]

He was very pleased that she agreed and he closed the remaining distance between them quickly, slowing to a walk and smiling warmly as she came properly into view. "Thank you Maharet, that is kind of you. I was passing through the area and knew I could not possibly do so without, at least, stopping in to see you. I trust you're well?"

He had always had a great deal of admiration and respect for Maharet, even as a mortal man with what little he'd known of her. In this new life, those feelings had only grown stronger with the privilege of coming to know her better.

[voiceofthequeen]

There she sat wearing a wool dressed dyed purple smiling as the man approached. Charming how many requested her permission while others cared little to seek anything as their energy would consume any space she did not occupy. David was one that always appeared to remain the same gentleman he was in life. "I appreciate the company. Only one other occupies my home at the moment." Home was a generous word as she would move and take occupancy where few would argue was hardly a home more an uninhabited cave. "I am well, Mael has come through and has been assuring I do not grow lonely." Mekare would surely appear if Maharet were in danger, it was certain that she was never truly alone.

Standing she approached taking his face into her hands. "You look well, happy even. I hear whispers of it."

[immortal-gentleman]

He smiled warmly at her gentle touch and his own hands rested against her upper arms, spending a moment just taking in the sight of her. "I am." He agreed with a small laugh, though he found the idea of his happiness being a topic of conversation amongst others to be somewhat strange.

"I am pleased to hear that you're not lacking in company. I'd certainly like to meet Mael while I'm here. If he'd be willing, of course."

[voiceofthequeen]

"You deserve it, I'll have to speak of it to Jesse when she returns. It has been far too long since she has seen anyone from the Talamasca." Sometimes it felt childish how pleased she was knowing the members of the blood were finding their own happiness. So much suffering had been endured and fear when the queen awoke. They all deserved a time of peace.

"I would say he'll be pleased to meet you but Mael does not handle unexpected questions well, I assume that tells you how well he handles surprises."

[voiceofthequeen]

"Many of us have hurt each other but that does not mean that all speak ill. Santino has many who think of him in less kind terms but I still value him, I still welcome his company whenever he is willing to grace me with it. Those who speak ill I am willing to heed their warnings but that will not influence my entire opinion." There was a smile when Eric and Santino were mentioned. She knew of Marius' fury for Santino and yet she would forever deny him the right to execute him. Eric was a gentle creature, kind words from him would sway Maharet's heart had she not already accepted Allesandra. "Are you still the same woman that others condemn?"

[crypticcovenmom]

How much weight did she carry that she could speak so evenly on tragedies that consumed the hearts of others? She wondered if Maharet could still act in passion under the yoke of all her years, how beautiful she might look moved beyond reason. It was no surprise that she was so loved and respected by dear Santino and Eric.

“I am the same woman.” She said after a moment. “It is my setting that has changed. The materials that I build my life from are no longer damp bones and dead earth, I have no desire to return to the ruins of that time, but I am the same creature I have always been.”

[voiceofthequeen]

"Are you? Interesting that is your take when Santino has seemed to believe himself no longer than same man. Neither answer is wrong, different takes on the same topic is all." There was no judgement to be had, in the end she trusted that Allesandra was no more the woman of the coven just as she was no more the seer of her people. "You've grown since those days, I do not believe I would recognize you as the same women."

They all deserved a chance to be redeemed. Maharet knew there were many that would wish her death the same as they wished for Santino's. Neither would she allow. "What do you do for pleasure now?"

[voiceofthequeen]

College AU Meme

Basics

What name does your character go by? Any nicknames?: Maharet (She doesn't require any formal terms when addressed)

What does your character study?: Women's and Gender Studies Professor

Where does your character live? Roommates? Off campus or on campus?: Lives on campus

Campus Life

Do they function well in a campus setting?: She thrives in the chaos

Do they work on the side?: Not that she considers it a job but she likes to offer advice to all who desire it.

How do they get on with their professors/other students?: She believes she gets on well with most people.

Do they have extracurricular activities they participate in?: No, but if anyone asks her to help with something she'll likely agree.

Relationships

Who did your character date or have a crush on?: TBD

Who does your character date or have a crush on?: TBD

Who are your character’s friends?: TBD

Who does your character not get along with?:

[recordmemes]

༘⋆｡ college party scenarios.

feel free to combine prompts! add ' reverse ' to switch roles! warnings for: alcohol, weed, drugs, sex.

[ SHOT ] my muse takes a shot with your muse

[ CRASHING ] for my muse to crash the party & yours to find them

[ ROOFTOP ] for my muse to find yours on the rooftop taking a breather

[ SMOKE ] for my muse to offers yours a cigarette ( or a blunt )

[ TOAST ] for my muse to make a toast to yours

[ EDIBLE ] for our muses to both ingest weed via an edible someone else brought ( with or without knowing! )

[ BOTTLE ] for my muse to spin the bottle & it lands on yours

[ WASTED ] for my muse to stumble into yours while wasted

[ BEDROOM ] for my muse to invite yours to the bedroom for a quiet spot... for whatever reason!

[ ENVY ] for my muse to see yours dancing with someone else

[ PONG ] for our muses to play beer pong

[ SHOVE ] for my muse to, literally, shove yours

[ DANCE ] for my muse to ask yours to dance

[ MIX ] for my muse to accidentally grab your muse's drink

[ REGRET ] for our muses to make a bad decision together ( up to you what kind! )

[ FLASH ] for my muse to take an embarrassing photo of your muse

[ DITCHED ] for my muse's friends to ditch them at the party & your muse finds them

[ HIGH ] for my muse to be in an altered state ( euphoric, overwhelmed, tripping, or otherwise vulnerable ) & yours to help them out

[ AUX ] for my muse to hijack the music to dedicate a song to your muse

[ COUCH ] for my muse to crash on the couch next to yours

[ SPILL ] for my muse to spill their drink on yours

[ FIGHT ] for our muses to get into a public shout-fest at the party

[ MISTAKE ] for our muses to have a drunken hook-up

[ LOST ] for my muse to lose their friends & run into yours

[ STASH ] for our muses to find someone's hidden supply ( of drugs, liquor, or maybe just snacks? )

[ AVOID ] for my muse to attempt to avoid your muse at the party & fail miserably

[ SHIRTLESS ] for my muse to walk in on yours without their shirt on ( maybe a dare, maybe something else? ;) )

[ WITNESS ] for my muse to witness yours doing something embarrassing, naughty, or worse!

[ DARE ] for my muse to dare yours to do something at the party

[ CRYING ] for my muse to be crying in the bathroom & yours to find them there

[ LINE ] for our muses to meet in line ( for drinks or the bathroom! )

[ DIAL ] for my muse to drunk dial yours

[ STRIP ] for my muse to have to strip down because of a party game ( strip poker? truth or dare? )

[ HEATED ] for our muses to have a heated moment in the midst of the party

[ DRIVER ] for my muse to be playing designated driver & not drinking for your muse

[ BLACKOUT ] for my muse to black out & interact with your muse without any memory of it the next day

[ CLOTHING ] for my muse to need to borrow clothes from yours

[ SNACKS ] for my muse to find snacks for your muse

[ TEXT ] for my muse to send a text to yours while at the party

[ 3 AM ] for our muses to slip out after the party & grab food

[voiceofthequeen]

He was staring at her. Staring at her for perhaps a little too long as he mustered up the courage to attempt to speak. Compliments were certainly not one of Vincent’s strong points but in this moment he felt it impossible to simply stay silent and let the moment pass as he gazed upon this beautiful red haired woman. “I like your hair.”

She could feel the gaze upon her, knew he was there but continued to weave the hair she had spun. There was a small hum as she worked the strands into thread and then into yarn. A methodical labor that seemed almost second nature to her. "Thank you, it was once seen as a bad omen but I believe now many of us see it as a sign of peace."

[magusmortuum]

Oh, didn’t he know that was true. Sam had been treated so poorly for his. With a steady and slow calmness to his gestures the witch sat down a little distance from the woman to watch her spin. It was something he knew obviously about, but not something he thought he’d ever seen demonstrated. It was methodical, entrancing and Vincent was clearly captivated.

“Don’t believe in omens. I don’t think I have ever seen anything truly bad come from one.”

[voiceofthequeen]

Her own hair made the strongest thread she could find, perhaps when not making them into chains she might see about weaving it into something else. Would a jacket made from her own hair be considered in poor taste? If it was it was questionable if anyone would inform her.

"Is that so? Some things are labeled as an omen due to misunderstandings. Have you seen anything good come from an omen?"

[angelustheancient]

Do you ever steal eyes to ve able to see once more?

Angelus looked slightly unnerved by the question. “I tried once, and only once,” he explained. “The process was messy, and it was not even worth the effort, as they only lasted mere minutes before my sight was gone again. It will not be a repeat experience.”

“I believe my…impairment is a bit more complicated than just swapping eyes.”

[voiceofthequeen]

"A shame that you did not even receive sight long enough to be worth the effort. It would seem that is the case." There was a soft frown knowing he could not receive escape from darkness in the same manner she had for millenia. Such horrors to endure a process and find failure within moments.

"If mortal ones fail within moments I am doubtful that those of an immortal would offer relief. Even so you don't shy away."

[angelustheancient]

“It was rather horrific for me to attempt, and needlessly cruel to the other party as well. I was a much younger Immortal then, operating on the recommendation of another. I have not attempted again,” he added. While Angelus would like nothing more than to have his sight returned to him, he had adapted and grown used to living without it after several millennia.

“I have never attempted such a thing, but I imagine the outcome would be more or less the same, despite the age or strength of the Immortal in question.” he said, nodding at the other. He would not dare subject another Immortal to the horror of having one’s eyes removed. “This is all I have ever known as an Immortal, and my other senses more than make up for it. I have had some success in sharing sight with the use of…I believe some call it The Mind Gift? But, ah…it is very taxing for most Immortals to keep such a connection for extended periods, and that is if they possess it at all.”

[voiceofthequeen]

"I know those horrors well, many were upset seeing the way I stole from bodies to maintain my sight. A monster that stole the eyes of victims and was cursed by the mortals who saw what was left in my wake." A task that with time became easy, horrifying in how simple it was to her. In ways she would argue he was stronger, adapting where she refuses to give up her sight even if it meant stealing the eyes on another.

Nodding out of habit she was uncertain how well he could discern movements, silent reactions that conveyed emotions that he could no more see. "That is the name many have given it. If you desire when in my company I can share that connection. Allow you to see through my eyes and I will not grow tired, not taxed by giving you a sliver of sight. With your age connection to you must be taxing to many, exhausting the minds that still grasp for knowledge."

[angelustheancient]

“We do what we must in order to survive, of course. I don’t judge anyone for doing what they need to. I might be doing the same as you, if the length of the eyes’ use was much longer,” he acknowledged, shrugging his shoulders. “Regardless, I grew tired of such violence very quickly into my Immortal life. Why take when it isn’t strictly necessary for me to do so? Why desecrate a corpse in such a way when I could just learn to adapt?”

While Angelus could not see her movements or gestures, he knew she’d likely be making them, everyone did. He could guess what they were by the very silence that hung there in the moments before she spoke again, and the sound of her hair moving against the fabric of her clothing. “Your bloodline has such interesting and apt names for abilities,” he said with a smile, before it fell away and his brow furrowed slightly. “I thank you for the offer. This would not be taxing for you? I don’t wish to abuse such a gift.”

“And…yes, it can drain their strength quite quickly, which is why I seldom indulge. I do my best to keep my mind compartmentalised, but even so, things still can slip through.” He explained. Angelus’ past was sometimes hard for people to believe, and often very dangerous to behold.

[voiceofthequeen]

Some may have taken his words as a slight but not Maharet, she understood well and if she could grant him something that required less violence to see once more she would without complaint. "You are brave to endure learning something that many struggle to adapt to."

There was a small light chuckle as she couldn't disagree, the names were far more charming than the gifts that came with. "It makes them easier to understand and yet at times lack the brutality that can be done with each of those gifts." Ones their age must all know the brutality that even the mind gift could grant but calling it a gift almost softened what it was capable of. A gift not a curse. "At my age I do believe I can endure a prolonged period. I may be unable to reach my mind to every corner of the world if it becomes taxing enough. No, I do not believe you would abuse it. The spirits speak of a kind nature you possess."

The bleeding of minds was always a risk but Maharet would not begin to search his without permission and would trust he would offer the same courtesy.

[angelustheancient]

Angelus merely smiled at being called brave. “I thank you for the compliment. Some other Immortals find me cowardly, as I am not exactly interested in the more violent aspects of our kind, unless absolutely necessary. I am glad you do not think so.” As much as he enjoyed meeting and befriending other Immortals, he was cautious to avoid those more prone to needless and careless acts of carnage. “Despite the things you have done to continue experiencing the world in the way you wish, you are very kind.” He nodded.

Angelus wholeheartedly agreed on her interpretation of their naming convention for Vampiric abilities. “I believe gifts are a very good descriptor, especially since it seems that not all of your Bloodline acquire all of them. A gift is never…guaranteed, nor is it earned. It is freely given, with no hope of anything in return. I wonder if it has something to do with that?” He shook his head. That may warrant further study.

He would take her up on her offer, but perhaps not right at this exact moment. Angelus was satisfied just to know he had an option available at this time.

“Spirits, you say? And what else do your spirits say about me?” His head tilted to one side, eyebrows raised, his expression open in

[voiceofthequeen]

"They find cowardness in something they could not endure. We are bound to violence but that does not mean we shall all desire for violence beyond what is needed for our survival." There was one of the many reason she made the rule that forbid the destruction of others of their kind. Too many were hurt by the actions of another but if they all began taking an eye for an eye they would all surely suffer. No one was without sin and the longer one lived the harder it was to not commit a crime against another. "I appreciate you believe so, my current eyes were given to me to allow me to see without such cruelty inflicted on those who I must feed from." The small drink was possible now if she desired it as she no longer needed victims for eyes.

"Most will one day gain the gifts but it seems to be a gift none can know when they will receive. No one can assure their blood with grant the gift desired much less any gift. If you do find the answer let me know, I'm curious of the source as vampire was not even what we were always called." It was interesting to learn the source of names they used today as during her mortal years they were never a thought.

Pausing for a moment she was listening closely to see what would be whispered to her. "Seems they are shy now that they are being noticed. They do not seem to be afraid of you."