Evie

“Is okay, I don’t mind being corrected when I’m wrong.” He said, sometimes he just caught up on his own mind that he forgot that humans didn’t live as much as they did, besides he mostly called people girl, because of his sisters, but he had no intention of offending her and treating her like a child, as she said, she was a woman, and a beautiful one.

Sebastian offered her a sad smile, he could understand how she felt. “I’m sorry… My first birthday without my mother was a hard one as well.” In fact, he stopped celebrating his birthday, time didn’t exactly help when you missed someone so important like that, sometimes it felt like he had just lost her all over again. “I don’t celebrate my birthday anymore, it just didn’t felt right to have a party without her,” my he always made sure his sister had the best birthdays he could give them. “So if you want to ignore this day I understand, I don’t think you should, but I understand.” he said offering her a sweet smile. “Or if you want, we can try to start a new birthday tradition.” 

“Oh well, I didn’t mean to say you were wrong either,” Evie sounded pained as she said it, even though he didn’t seem at all bothered by the implication.

Sorry no, no free shows. You can pay and come watch like everyone else. Unless of course you’d like to deal with the boss. I’m sure he’s very understanding.

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“Oh – oh no, no I didn’t want a free show. I’m sorry. I just – have a bad habit of getting lost and I was trying to get my bearings.” Evie spluttered her nervous apology.

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.  

Their first impression of your muse: Intimidating, she’s often a little intimidated when she’s faced with a high-ranking vampire.

Current impression:   Still a little intimidating but easy enough to serve. Evie likes her well enough.

Are they attracted to your muse?: She’s a beautiful woman, so Evie is attracted sexually but not necessarily emotionally. 

Something they find frightening about your muse: Her rank and how much power she has. Although they haven’t had problems she definitely feels like Juliet is more strict and that she needs to be on her toes.

Something they find adorable about your muse:   Adorable probably isn’t a word she would use.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:   Yes, if it came down to it – but because it’s what she has been taught she should do if need be and not because of connection (yet, anyway.)

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:   Yes, though that’s because it’s what she should do. Not that Evie’s ever been on a date before.

One word my muse would use to describe yours:   Powerful.

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: Definitely not.

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.  

Their first impression of your muse: That he’s very handsome.

Current impression:  That not only is he very handsome, he’s also kind. She likes him, even though calling him by name makes her a little nervous.

Are they attracted to your muse?:   Absolutely.

Something they find frightening about your muse: Nothing really, though she’s well aware of what he is and the reality of the powers and strengths that affords him. He hasn’t given her reason to be frightened.

Something they find adorable about your muse: That he’s willing to listen to a human’s problems. 

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:   Yes. She probably would have either way because she’s been taught it’s what she should do but she also genuinely likes Sebastian so she wouldn’t have an issue with doing it.

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:   Absolutely.

One word my muse would use to describe yours:   Charming.

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: Never.

Sebastian smiled, she was right. “I apologize. You’re a stunning woman.” He corrected himself, he knew a few vampires didn’t like to apologize or admit that they were wrong, but he had no problem with that. “I guess this is not a happy birthday.” he said with a soft smile, he could understand that, he had many like that. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, happy to hear but also not wanting to force her to tell him something she didn’t wanted

Her cheeks flushed deeply, “I – I didn’t mean it as a reprimand, Sir – it’s – I’m” but he was still smiling at her and seeming not to be offended. “I know I’m getting older, is all I meant. For a human.” The heat in her cheeks didn’t lessen as she bit her bottom lip – thinking about the compliment as well. “Thank you.”

Catalina had always thought that focusing on the positive, appreciating what you had had, was some bullshit that was pushed onto you by other people who didn’t want to deal with your sadness. “It’s okay to be sad,” she shrugged. “You lost someone you loved. You can feel whatever the fuck you want.”

“That’d be nice,” she said. She was tense, after all, had been all her life probably, bubt even more so after becoming a slave. “What’s it like, working at that place?” she wondered. “Do the people who come in expect you to like, get them off?” She could easily imagine a lot of bloodsuckers taking advantage of such an intimate situation. “Or does your boss help with that?”

Eveline smiled at her, though with a hint of sadness. “Thank you. I do want to remember the good times but... it’s nice to think that – it is okay to be sad too.”

Geraldo couldn’t help but notice the blush in her complexion and how beautiful she appeared in that moment. “I try for that as well, but unfortunately I’m not always able to help, if they’re not willing from a vampire.” He cleared his throat and looked over at her, “When would you like to bake with me, Eveline?”

“No, it’s not,” Kylar responded automatically, not willing to give in and admit he needed some help this time around. He was growing even more dizzy as the minutes passed and could feel himself swaying in the moment. He must’ve gotten his head hit harder than expected. “I don’t know who you are,” he said darkly, “Why would I trust you?”

The feeling of blood rushing to the human’s face felt electrifying under Camilla’s hand. “Your smile is delightful.” The warmth was wonderful, they felt themselves get closer and closer, letting their lips lightly touch hers.  

Camilla kissed along the side of her face moving to her ear, “Tonight you’re mine.” Biting lightly on the human’s ear lobe, kissing all the way down her neck, feeling her fangs extend dragging against the porcelain skin. Camilla let their other hand wander toward the woman’s heart, feeling the vibrations of a rapid beating heart. “You sure you want this?” Camilla asked anxiously.

“Thank you,” She murmured, cheeks still rather pink. Evie didn’t shy away as Camilla moved in closer, watching quietly and leaning in to meet the other’s lips with a soft sound.

The light kisses sent little tingles through her, and the soft nip of her earlobe send a visible shiver down her spine. Eve took a deep breath, tilting her head so that their fangs could drag slowly over her neck. Her heart beat a little faster as she felt them, offering Camilla a sweet smile in response to the question.

“Well, that is alright too…Words can be hard” The woman admitted, giving a soft sigh at her. The woman nodded, trying to find a way to bring a comfort to her- simply because she was so wracked with guilt. “We shall figure out schedule for you, as long as you heal up emotionally and phys-…Your body?” she offered, the English failing her. 

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.  

Their first impression of your muse:

Beautiful, and sweet.

Current impression:  

Pretty much the same. Just with extra desire to mother hen her as they’ve talked.

Are they attracted to your muse?:  

She thinks Catalina is beautiful but time will tell whether there’s an attraction. It often, but not always, takes a little longer for her to figure out how she feels about ladies.

Something they find frightening about your muse:

Nothing really.

Something they find adorable about your muse:  

Her sweet concern about Evie, and her smile is pretty adorable too.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  

Probably? But Evie is a bit of a soft touch, she wants to keep people safe so...

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  

I don’t think Evie’s really ever thought about going on a date in her life, but she’s probably already set up a platonic one for Catalina’s birthday technically.

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  

Lovely

Would my muse slap yours if they could?:

No, of course not.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?:

She would definitely offer hugs - the kisses might take a little longer but there’s potential.

Amber nodded, not bothering to look at the other as she began to relax more, the stream from the water, engulfing her, she felt completely serene. “Start with my shoulders, they are the easiest to reach as they are above the water.” 

With her arm around his they began to walk down the sidewalk towards where the Hive. The weather had been getting worse the past few days dropping to very cold temps, but he was grateful that he was given clothes that would actually keep him relatively warm. He was glad to be spending more time with her, however. “Not too cold, Ev. Probably best if we hurried, though, it seems to be getting colder by the second.” He said, with a soft chuckle as he kept close to her so she was also warm. “You too, how’ve you been lately? It’s been a while since we last talked.”

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“Please call me Sebastian.” he said, he didn’t exactly care about this title thing most vampires seemed to care, with her permission he sat next to her. “Is no trouble.” Sebastian reassured her. “Besides, I doubt is something trivial if is making a beautiful girl sad.”

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“Oh being sorry is a wasted sentiment.” Camilla got some twisted satisfaction watching this delicate woman squirm, they took their free hand cupped the human’s face and looked directly into her eyes. “I like your company too.”

Loneliness is always tough on birthdays. “How lonely have you been and maybe we could be less lonely together?” Camilla thought of every position this lonely human could be in, did they feel a little remorseful for taking advantage, a little.

A wasted sentiment. That sounded so odd to her, cheeks getting more pink as one hand moved to cup her face – gazing back into Camilla’s eyes without trying to look away. Evie offered them a smile as the vampire said they liked her company too. “I’m flattered.” 

“For our kind, that is probably as good as it gets,” she shrugged. “It sounds nice, being able to celebrate with your mother.” Her own parents had never much cared for her birthday, some years even forgetting about it. 

A frown settled on Catalina’s face when the other woman suggested a massage. She thought she was fairly good at reading people, and could tell this woman was genuinely just nice, something that was a rare experience to her. She imagined the blonde exposed herself to a lot of hurt by being so kind. “Maybe… A massage would be nice. Perhaps we could meet up with my other two friends then, after. To get some cake or something.” She ate the last of the pastry, wiping the crumbs off her face with the back of her hand. “You really don’t think your boss would mind?”

“Probably.” She agreed; maybe some were lucky enough to have both parents but she wasn’t sure if anyone’s luck lasted forever. Well, any human’s luck. “It was nice. It’s... harder without her. In general, not just today – but I’m trying to be glad for what I’ve had.”

“Typically when one i in the presence of a Gddess, they will do anything for them- sacarafice themelves even. Would you be prepapred to do that for me and me alone?” she wondered in a dark tone as she continued her actions, showing the blonde no mercy in the slightest, even if she continued to move to actually make the other come- no matter how painfully. “You can never give into a Goddess afterall, simply because they are infallible…” she groaned, feeling herself only getting that much more turned on at playing with her innocent prey. It was almost hard to not simply kill the human and bathe in her blood- this play took so much more willpower from the queen.  Kanopia only bit Eveline again in a new spot “I’m not going to heal you afterwards, you’re going wear these as signs of just who you were with, is that understood?”

It was a dangerous question. Eveline knew what kind of answer she was supposed to give. Knew that she wouldn’t fight if that was what it came to, particularly since it would be a losing effort – but it didn’t mean she wanted to sacrifice herself. As difficult as living could be, she did want to keep at it. Still, she answered it the way she was supposed to, not sure what was actually more dangerous.