ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵃʳᵈᵘˢᵗ

bruise  blossoms  immediately  on  porcelain  skin,  a  wine  &  aubergine  coloured  flower  marring  the  paleness  of  her  arm.  there  is  a  sharp  intake  of  breath  at  the  other’s  action  (  nothing  more  than  an  instinctual  response  ;  she’s  felt  far  worse  pains  over  the  years  ),  &  gaze  looks  down  impassively  at  the  mark,  before  sweeping  over  the  girl,  expression unchanged.  wonders  if  it  will  fade  as  slowly  as  some  of  the  others  she’s  accrued  over  her  LIFETIME  —  makes  a  mental  note  to  buy  a  new  silk  blouse  later,  with  longer  sleeves.  ☆  ❪     meme  /  accepting!      ❫

She had passed the other woman her four ( separate ) times before something clicked within her & three more after that before she was SURE. Hers was a face that no one could forget - especially one with a memory spanning back CENTURIES. No, hers was one that stood out in a crowd … just as it had once before …

Unless - her mind was simply making a connection that was not there in a pathetic attempt to make the vampire feel less – ALONE. & yet the connection felt real enough that Val was ready to take the risk. After all if she was wrong she would only look INSANE & she had survived that already. 

“ You are going to have to forgive me in advance, ” a rather startling way to start any conversation but - it was less awkward than the alternatives. “ I’ve seen you on campus && I can’t help but … I feel as if I’ve seen you before. Long ago - a very, very, VERY long time ago. ” she paused & held her breath for a ( missing ) heart beat before she continued, voice lowered somewhat. 

“ P - PARIS - the Place de la Révolution … ” they are in a public place, students are moving around them but the vamprie sees none of them, her purple eyes focused on the other - braced for rejection, “ 1793 ? ”

@cosmosmade / a starter!

  “ REALLY? “ he says, his trademark impish SMIRK upon his scruffy face. Of course, people were bound to notice his own UNIQUE brand of cologne: it was, quite literally, the first thing noticed about him ( the second being his eyes ). But why should HE care about them? why should he worry? he wasn’t impeding upon their right to LIFE, to enjoying themselves, he was simply existing in a world which has shown him the extent of human cruelty. He moves in closer to her, offering a front row seat to his alcohol-laden breath. “ Nah, I think m’good sweetheart “ he says, draping an arm over her, being even more OBNOXIOUS “ I think I smell pretty good, ain’t anything t’change “

she’d  only  mentioned  it  out  of  a  sense  of  POLITENESS  (  &  the  fact  that  unwashed  beings  tend  to  drive  away  business  )  --  the  scents  back  home  were  worse.  the  overall  cosmic  scent  is  that  of  hot  metal  &  fried  steak,  &  comet  67p / churyumov-gerasimenko  smells  like  rotten egg  mixed  with  ammonia  &  a  faint  almond  scent.  plus  ---  she’d  lived  through  the  age  where  people  only  took  baths  once  a  year.  still  -  that  doesn’t  mean  she  doesn’t  find  his  body  odour  appealing.  hayden  drapes  his  arm  around  her  &  she  stiffens, closing  her  eyes  as  she  breathes  in  slowly,  sharply.  when  pale  lids  open  again,  there’s  a  dangerously  icy  glint  in  them.  ❛      i  did  not  give  you  permission  to  touch  me.      ❜  voice  is  frosty  but  even ;  clipped  &  curt,  but  low  as  her  eyes  burn  with  the  intensity  of  a  SUPERNOVA.  ❛      get  off.      ❜