Madness

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[vrolandv]

raquel-liana-werecat:

She shrugged in response to his first words, despite the way they met one another it actually took a lot to scare her or to make her stop trying to talk to someone so although he seemed sure that she would change her mind, she had high doubts about such a thing. despite what he believed. She took the drink with a nod of thanks as he sat back down and she took a sip. “I hope you are as forthcoming with answers as you are curious with questions.” She told him when he asked about her father, normally when someone asked she tensed up and hurried to change the subject, yet here she found herself telling Roland about it, “My father was a werecat, as am I obviously, but when I was younger my father ‘died’ in an accident and he left my mother and I when he awoke in a new life and had no memory of who he was. As a child I didn’t understand how you could just forget your family, a whole life. So, I always found him and begged him to come back, to know me, to be my daddy again.” She swallowed and took another gulp of her drink before continuing, “He would get so mad, scream he didn’t know me, threaten to kill me.” She laughed humorlessly, “The last time I tried, he backhanded me and I fell to the ground. Before I knew what was happening I transformed to my cat form and scratched a line from his eye to his jaw. That was years ago.”

“Actually, I’m not, I’m sure my pesky uncle can confirm that.” He stopped himself for a moment after saying uncle out loud, did that mean he unconsciously accept him as family? He shook the thought away while taking a sip of his drink and heard to her story. The story itself didn’t shock him as much as her telling him she is a werecat; in all his years alive he had probably met a couple and so far she was the most interesting of them all. “Sounds like a man like that shouldn’t have the gift of nine lives,” he commented casually, “so I take it that whole failed kidnapping fiasco was him trying to live up to his word to get rid of you once and for all? Or does he just want payback for the scar?” He wondered. It wasn’t often that someone else’s life story captured his attention, but he appreciated the distraction from his own family drama, even if hers was very similar to his own. 

[the-muse-within-blog]

Truth: Name someone of the same sex you wouldn't be opposed to sleeping with. / Dare: Call someone and tell them their pregnancy test came back positive.

“Oh hey there feisty vampy! I got some bad news for you, your pregnancy test came back positive. Shoot I guess you’re out of the fighting ring for a little while.” 

@vrolandv

[vrolandv]

How had he wished he wouldn’t have answered that phone call. He made a face at the sound of Lauren’s voice but his initial reaction of annoyance turned into one of complete confusion at her words. “Try again, unclever wolf, as much as I’d like an army of vampire children to help me get rid of you, I can’t because I’m dead. Who’s out of the fighting ring now?”

[vrolandv]

raquel-liana-werecat:

“I don’t think I would find the real you scary either.’ She smiled back at him, trailing her finger around the rim of her own empty glass, “Even if you were to snap, I doubt it would change the opinion I have shaped of you so far.” She nodded and he mentioned briefly about having daddy issues. Those two words held so much meaning in the span of just how far her problems went. “Sure I’d love a drink.”

Roland laughed amusedly, it was odd to him to have someone have such blind faith in him. If only she knew how many people he had let down in half a century. “That’s what you say now, but I won’t argue, your words flatter me” he teased as he got up with the two empty glasses to place another order. It didn’t take him long to come back and he slowly pushed her drink towards her, “so why is your father such a prick? Did you give him a reason?” He wondered. Somehow meeting someone with a similar issue made him more curious about her and he couldn’t help himself but ask even if it felt like he was intruding. 

[vrolandv]

eishethpentland:

When she recognized him, Eisheth felt both relieved it was him, but also nervous. She couldn’t really deny she had felt something when she wasn’t in control of her body, but it all seemed like she didn’t deserve this. So she had tried to push it deep down so she wouldn’t have to think about it. “I’m sorry, what?” She managed to say after staring at him for a moment, trying to figure out what he was talking about, exactly. It seemed like something rather personal, probably that she hadn’t done personally, or at least not on her own will. “We did. Well, they did. Lilith and Agrat. I was against it.”

“Nothing,” he replied quickly, not planning on making himself say any of that all over again. It had been difficult to even form the words so if it had not been for that rush he got from seeing her, he would have probably not said anything at all. “That makes no sense, but that brings back memories of me once saying I would bring the inquisition if witches messed up the town again. I guess I should start gathering torches,” he half joked, ever if he still had an unamused look written all over his face.

[valofrpmemes-blog]

Truth or Dare

Send my muse a truth and a dare. If they refuse to answer truthfully to the question, then I will post a starter of my muse doing the dare.

[vrolandv]

raquel-liana-werecat:

“I don’t think I should be worried about my safety around you. So far every time I’ve been able to walk away in one piece after our interactions. You’re not dangerous for me.” She spoke without one quiver in her voice, she almost sounded like her old confident self.”That kidnapping was a message from someone claiming to be my father.” She said though she didn’t elaborate much. She smiled back at him before saying, “It’s not the alcohol Mystery Guy, we never exchanged names, it’s Raquel but some people call me Raquie. 

“You only say that because you don’t know the real me.” He flashed her a smile as he put his shot glass back down after drinking it. “So far, I wouldn’t be so sure yet. I’ve been told I tend to snap.” It was clear he was now just teasing her, but time and time again that had actually been true. “Ah, daddy issues? Welcome to the club. Alright, Raquie, I’m Roland, can I buy you a drink?”

[chitglendasays]

“What a party, don’t you think? Tops all the others we’ve attended.” Arya teased her older brother as they made their way back home. It had been a long and strange night and somehow they had managed to survive.  “It’s a good thing we fed too, can you imagine getting hungry while locked in with a half the town’s population?” A small laugh left her. She was feeling more cheery than intended and couldn’t hide it well. “I suppose you are going to sleep all day?”

@vrolandv

[vrolandv]

Roland was quiet for most of the walk back home. The party had not distracted from the bigger problem that had presented itself with an Irish accent. He wasn’t sure if Arya knew but her more than the usual blabbering made him think that perhaps she did and that wasn’t good for them even if she didn’t want to see it that way. “Maybe the party would have ended sooner and no idiotic witch would have opened the portal.” He replied, still looking forward, his brows knitted together as she was still lost in thinking. It was her last question that made him snap. “And why should I do that? I’ve fed, and in case you have forgotten we are dead, so no, no sleep for me. Are you planning on running away or something?”

[vrolandv]

raquel-liana-werecat:

She knew it was ridiculous, but every time someone walked through the club door she glanced up expecting to see the guys from her attack. She needed to stop this…this paranoia, this was not who she was. She was strong, she was confident, she was a warrior. Raquel looked up from the top of her glass when someone slid into the seat in front of her. “Hey.” She said looking at her savior, who ironically she did not know the name of “No I think I’ve been pretty safe lately.”

“Well, who knows, that might change now that I’m sitting here.” He teased, shaking his head slightly, knowing he couldn’t even put up with his humor anymore. “So what was that all about? The kidnapping, I mean. Are you a dangerous fugitive that I need to be concerned about?” Roland smiled at her before downing the contents of his drink. “I don’t think it’s the alcohol... but what’s your name again?”

[vrolandv]

The Final Goodbye - 1945

The war had finally come to an end. France had been liberated and Alina was presented with her freedom to return home. No longer did she have to play spy for the witch communities of France, and no longer did she need to be on the run. Freedom had become a funny word to her because in all those confusing and painful years she had found a light of hope in a foreign man. Love had been out of the question for such a long time, after all how could she love someone like him? A hybrid vampire. Her family would never approve of it, especially with him coming from no other place than Romania. The idea of following him there was fascinating, but at the same time she had been away from home for far too long. 

Once she had gathered her travel papers, she made a promise to the man to come back in a couple of weeks and meet him in Paris, before embarking on that journey she knew there was not returning from. Her trip to Ireland was bittersweet, she quietly took a mental note of each and every place she passed before finally reaching home. When she finally got home she found it empty, something that didn’t surprise her, she hadn’t exactly been a good daughter so i had been silly to think that she would find her family there anxiously waiting for her.

Tired of waiting around she unpacked the few things she had brought along and made her way to the shore, knowing that if she was bound to find anyone there it would most like be Connor. She walked around, a few people recognizing her and stopping her for a quick chat, yet there was no sight of him. Feeling hopeless she went straight for the rocks and sat down, taking a small notebook before starting a letter to that man she had left behind.

@hybridoferin

[eishethpentland]

After that whole, crazy night, the only thing Eisheth thought she could do for now was to show the townspeople she wasn’t on with what Lilith did. But it was hard to when they were instantly associated due to how similar they looked. So first thing in the morning, she headed to the hair salon and got rid of her blonde locks, replacing them by darker, brown hair. Sure, it was only her hair color, but that was a beginning, and she was feeling more herself, more individual. Although she still didn’t know what to do to make up for her mistakes. She wandered in the streets for a moment, her mind racing to find ideas, when she spotted a figure approaching. “Look, I’m sorry for everything, and I want to fix my mistakes. So if you have any ideas, just tell me.” The girl said before the other even started speaking, or made it known they were really coming to speak to her.

[vrolandv]

After spending most of the morning sleeping off the madness from the previous night, Roland woke up to see that his sister was gone. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions but something told him he would find her with their newfound uncle. The thought made his blood boil and he set off to look for them, except he ended up finding someone he had been avoiding for a while. “Well you could start off by telling me why you are so bloody heartless all the time, so much indeed that you make me feel like some stupid emotional hallmark card.” His words came out without much thinking and it was almost a few seconds of silence that he came to realize she wasn’t talking about whatever history they had at all. “Wait, so it’s true? Did you and your witchy twin do that? Because that was slightly brilliant, annoying, but brilliant.” 

[mugglcbornmary-deactivated20171]

A low hum escaped the girl’s lips, her body swaying to the beat of the music from her headphones. She often practised her routines wherever she could, dancing til her feet hurt. Her lips tugged upwards as she danced, the girl gracefully finishing her routine. As she turned, she spotted another, a small smirk gracing her lips. “Like what you see?” She asked, tugging her earphones out.

[vrolandv]

“I wasn’t exactly complaining, was I?” Roland said, coming to a stop. He had been walking in absent minded manner but did catch some of her dancing before she stopped. “Why did you stop, am I intruding? Or do you not perform for free?”

[raquel-liana-werecat]

It was around mid-evening when Raquel made her way out of her house for the last time that night and made her way to the Succubus. There was still a small bit of light rays in the sky which was a good thing because since her attack not too long ago she was a bit nervous about going out after nightfall, but if anyone asked her, she would never admit that she was scared. She wasn’t on the clock tonight, but she was going to the club for a simple night out. She walked through the door and sat at one of the middle tables.

@vrolandv

[vrolandv]

 A lot had happened during  the past few nights. First a long lost relative comes to play family with him, then he found himself randomly saving a girl in a very odd act of chivalry and last he ended up getting stuck inside the governor’s house while demons overtook the place all throughout the night. He spend the following day just sleeping it all off, giving himself a break before plotting an escape again. When nightfall came he thought long and hard of what to do and eventually decided to go to the Succubus club to distract himself, finding it interesting to find the girl he had helped earlier that week. “I remember you.” He pointed out before uninvitedly taking the seat across from her. “Are you still putting yourself in dangerous situations?”

[vrolandv]

hybridoferin:

Connor could see the younger mans anger in his eyes as clear as day just as Connor’s guilt was clear in his own. He couldn’t help but wonder what if he had gone looking for Alina sooner. Granted he wouldn’t want to have stopped the boy from being born by any means but maybe he could have lessened the damage Valarious clearly had inflicted upon the boy. He lets out a deep silent breath as Roland takes the piece of wood away from his chest. Not even blinking as Roland stabs the wall directly beside Connor’s face; showing Roland that he wasn’t afraid of him and most importantly that he trusted him. After Roland’s punch Connor briefly lifted his hand to his nose seeing that the punch did draw some blood. Giving the boy a nod feeling that they were back on even ground again. “That was fair, I completely deserved that one.” He had to admit he was confused to hear Roland refer to his own mother by her first name. The confusion showing plainly on his face as she responds. “Yes, I am. She is my youngest sister…who married Valarious of all people.” He sighs and shakes his head as he thinks of so many questions to ask, knowing each answer was just going to make his self loathing even worse. “Where is she now? How long did it take you all to get away from him? You didn’t and still don’t deserve what ever he did to you you know that right? He is the most vial scum of the earth and not because of what he is but who he is.” Connor pauses for a moment to take a breath. “I’m just thankful that you were strong enough not to follow his example.” 

Roland let out a sarcastic laugh, shaking his head in amusement now that he had once again explained who he was. If he only knew! “What a brother you were. She’s been dead for decades.” His questions made him wonder. This person had been boasting about family from the moment he first opened his mouth but now he was here asking where she was. Alina had been dead since Arya’s birth and he had not had a clue. How? Is not like Valerius and his minions were that difficult to track down. “I’m no story teller so I’m not going to just stand here and tell you everything that may or may not have happened when I just a boy, but she died or was killed after childbirth.” His tone was nonchalant now, he didn’t care speaking of the woman he barely knew, even if she had been his real mother. In his mind he had no mother. There was an odd satisfactory smile that lurked on the corner of his lips as he called Valerius for what he was. That beast of a man was mad and deranged, but he was his father and for all he knew he was already like him. “To not follow his example?” He scoffed. “I’ve been doing the the same thing he’s been doing since 1948 but backwards. I’m no different and I despise that and to make one thing clear, you are not getting a nephew out of me.”

[vrolandv]

hybridoferin:

“Well speaking as someone who was born a hybrid, I’m tempted to take that personally but I’m not going to.” While he knew people had various reactions to either being born or made a supernatural, he had always accepted it as part of who he was. Connor wasn’t sure exactly how to handle this situation to be honest but he did instantly feel bad when he sees Roland’s nose begin to bleed not realizing how hard he had pushed him. His protective instinct kicked in but before he had a chance to make sure Roland was okay the boy had smashed a crate and pushed him against the opposite wall. Connor briefly looks down at the shard of wood pressed against his chest. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, that is the last thing I want to do.” He says slowly raising his hands. “I don’t know what you’ve been through, and I have no right to expect to be a part of your life. But I will always be there for you because like it or not we’re family. That means I’ll be whatever you need me to be and if that means being a human punching bag than so be it.”

Roland’s eyes still showed the fury within him as if they were open windows showing the bottled up hatred he maintained deep inside him. He would never stop blaming his family for what he was, for everything he had done. It was probably childish but there was no other way for him to cope with abandonment, the lies, and his own death. Yet in that moment of anger he looked into the man’s eyes and saw honesty and remorse. He pulled away the stake he had made away from his chest and instead stabbed the wall right next to his face, actually making a small hole in the wall. That quick moment of guilt had not entirely calmed him though for he pretended to back away only to punch him right in the nose. “Just leave me alone.” He said again, his voice was coerced and he couldn’t help but clean the blood that was dripping from his nose away with his sleeve.  “Are you Alina’s brother?” Roland finally asked with a deep sigh, still tense but this time willing to listen. If he was going to get himself and Arya out of there he first needed to know everything about this new person they have to run away from. 

[vrolandv]

xfeel-the-wolf-withinx:

Lauren smiles and shakes her head. “I swear the male egos in this town are so large I’m surprised you haven’t all exploded.” She smirks and casually crosses her arms over her chest. “Hmmm so many wonderful decisions. Lets just say IF you by some miracle kill me just leave me there, no one will notice either way. But when I kill you I’ll give you a good old viking style funeral.”

“It’s not about egos, whatever your name is, it’s about survival of the fittest.” Roland explained in a monotone. “Wish denied. I’ve learned that it’s better to make sure you are dead by double killing you, so later on you don’t come back blaming me for taking yourself on a murderous rampage just to put up with your nature.” He explained far too quick for it to really make sense. “You are going straight underground, or underwater if you are fond of fishes and don’t mind being sharkbait.” 

[vrolandv]

eishethpentland:

Eisheth rolled her eyes, thinking, although not saying it out loud, that she was right that pretty faces were indeed dumb ones. “Are you kidding? Of course they, everyone is. It makes a safer world for us.” She said before cringing at his later comment. “Then maybe I could get rid of you as well.”

“I’m not.” He shrugged. In fact, he was looking for a hunter to train with, that’s how much he hated what he had become. “Try it,” he mused, “really, have a go at it. Show me all those witchy moves you are bragging about.”

[vrolandv]

hybridoferin:

A look of pure confusion appears on Connor’s face as Roland calls them all monsters. “What the hell have you been living with to make you think that?” He felt the younger man’s anger recognizing it as plainly as he recognized his own. The boy’s warning making Connor pause for a moment to have a private sigh and gather his thoughts before following after him. He knew the pain and was more than willing to be the young man’s punching bag to let him express it. Connor quickly goes into the alley gently but still strongly stopping him by pushing his back against the building. “Listen to me. I know who you are and right now I honestly don’t care if you believe me or not. What I care is about your well being. I promise you this. I’m not here to screw you over and I will never abandon you. So go ahead and do your worst, let it out I can take it.” 

“Me, they’ve turned into the most despicable creature in this world and all in the name of family.” He scoffed. No one had asked him if that’s what he wanted but his father made that decision for him and chose to turn him against his will. Roland had hoped that would have been the end of it, in his mind he already had a plan to move out of town, this time with or without Arya, but it wasn’t. The hybrid’s strength was greater than his and the force made of the impact of his body against the wall made him nosebleed. As the blood reached his upper lip he felt the vein under his eyes go wild and his eyes turned red. The fangs quickly followed and next thing he knew he pushed the man off of him. His anger now blinded him and he didn’t hear anything he had said about protecting him. Roland knew well that he would be outmatch if he just tried to fight him fair, especially knowing his venom could easily kill him, so he picked up an empty wooden crate and smashed in one swift move. He picked up a broke wooden piece that was sharp enough and vamped straight towards him until he had it against his heart. “Whatever makes you think you can just come into my life and speak of what you don’t know? Do you really want me to do my worst?” Had it been another time, another person, he would have probably killed him already, but Roland was still feeling weak and the sun was now shining on the the alley.