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— i'm a vessel in this place only tryna find my place
↳ with austin
“Training.” Austin grumbled with a painful sounding groan as he shifted trying to stretch his back out. “I think Zaiden had them put the cement in just to make it hurt more when he throws you to the ground.” He added, more to himself than anything as he glanced over at the vampire sitting next to him. He’d seen her around, once or twice but he couldn’t remember her name now that he was sitting right next to her. His mother would be ashamed at how anti-social he’d been since coming to New York, but in his defense Zade and Clair were very demanding teachers. Training didn’t leave a tremendous amount of time for socializing. But he wasn’t complaining, this is what he came to New York for, the soreness and bruises were proof that he was working hard.
“It isn’t as bad as it looks,” he tried shrugging nonchalantly but instead found himself wincing as he moved his shoulders even the slightest bit. “It’s more of a consistent dull throbbing,” he explained with an aloof smile. Growing up he’d always pushed his limits, accelerated healing came in handy when you and your friends were the type to jump off roofs just to see if you could land on your feet. His mother hated it. “I’m Austin by the way, I don’t think we’ve met?”
“ohhh, wait like for that vampire soldiers thing or whatever?” evelyn asks, though it’s clear she already knows the answer. although, she doesn’t exactly get their purpose just yet, to be honest. but to be fair, this whole world gives her a serious migraine in general. “that seems like... super rough. like, what do you guys have to do?” she asks with an air of sincerity before cocking her head to the side, features wincing at the thought of any pain. “no, we haven’t. i would be evelyn.” she says with a smirk, extending a hand in his direction, limping her hand slightly as if it would earn the back of it a kiss.
in a way, evelyn felt relieved that austin was cut from a different cloth — is that even how the phrase goes? — and he was just beginning to understand the coven as she was. "so like... what’s your story, i guess? please don’t tell me you’re like four hundred, but my agedar has been like so off, so who knows.” she rambles slightly, looking a little less bored than she felt as she rested her cheek against her fist.
— I’ll play your ass like some checkers
↳ with lilit
“ I am 906 years old. I am allowed to be condescending, I earned that right. I am Advisor to your sire’s pater (Greek for father), but you are correct about insulting a princess. However, a princess is only a title that one is born to. Earning respect is something your sire has begun to do with me. It started when she turned you and took responsibility and authority over you.” Lilit was once again spiraling into a rant where she would be more successful talking to a brick wall. This training fangs fledgling wouldn’t understand any of her words, or at least Lilit highly doubted she would.
“Do you want a gold star?” Lilit laced the venom of sarcasm in the stitches of her syllables. “Right now I would put you at a participation trophy at best. So keep working on it.”
Lilit took a deep drawl of her own bottle, opting to shy from the glasses on the table. She would need the extra liquor, “Well she may be a bad bitch, but you are a tiny little kitten in a room full of rocking chairs.”
A ghost of a smile, the genuine kind that might light up her face through the inebriated glaze, hinted at the corner of her lips, “I was swimming naked under a crescent moon when I was turned by my own wish. That was so many years ago in Northern Greece.”
evelyn rolls her eyes at the comment, moving her hair back. “maybe i do... my phone case would look super fucking cute with a gold star, actually.” she remarks back, sarcastic tone reflecting the other’s with a little too sweet of a cadence. “that literally sounds horrible. i hope to fuck i was not naked when i was turned that would’ve been seriously so embarrassing.” the thought brings a grimace to her features, less for the other’s experience and more for the potential of it happening to herself. at least the perk of not remembering the circumstances in which she was turned was that she could make up any story that she wanted in her head. at the moment, she decided it was because she’s too beautiful that her sire just had no choice but to keep her for eternity. her ego is pretty satisfied with this conclusion, to be honest. “also like, why would you ask for this? i literally don’t get it.”

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— up high, wanna feel the heat from all the bodies
starring: julia felicity ( @immortalfm ), evelyn yun setting: nyu party
although she never went to college or planned to — did dropping out of high school at seventeen give it away? — evelyn likes to think she’s made it as an honorary graduate, considering how many friends she has who have gone and just how many invites she’s gotten to the parties in the nyu space. but truthfully, it’s been a while since she’s allowed herself back into the folds of the college partying scene. for obvious reasons. and while she has a highly biased preference for the underground clubbing scene, trust that evelyn would absolutely never pass on an opportunity for a good time. as she maneuvered the party, already slightly tipsy after pregaming at her own place, she greeted a few familiar faces before ending up in the kitchen. she was kind of proud of herself as she felt her self-control becoming a little easier to maintain, but she still couldn’t help the way everyone’s warmth and the sounds of heartbeats clouded the remainder of her sober mind. searching the cabinets sloppily for glasses, she tried to focus on getting herself a drink.
pouring vodka into a glass and spiking it with a hint of mortal blood from her tiny vessel, she mixed the liquids together with her finger before licking it — not allowing a single drop to go to waste. but right as she hoped to bring the glass to her lips, her sensitive nose picked up on a scent that honestly almost made her lose her appetite a little. she knew the smell and picked up on it once before when meeting a certain twin brother, but a part of her doubted he would ever be here. turning her head to glance around, evelyn was not expecting the owner of the scent to be who it was. her mouth fell agape for a moment before her tipsy mouth decided to speak up, words falling out before she could catch them. “no fucking way... julia?” she asked, and while to a mortal outsider the exchange might’ve seemed like a simple reunion — which it definitely is — the question almost implied that she couldn’t believe her friend’s lycan state as well — which she most definitely couldn’t.
— accept the actions, forget the sanction
↳ with astor
NO ONE HAD EXPRESSLY TOLD astor where the coven lie within the city — but to someone who’d spent the first several centuries of his undead existence tracking , hunting, & killing other vampires ; it’d been a relatively easy task to follow his nose to central park. he wasn’t a fan of the word lurking , but it was honestly what it was. he’d been circling the building for a few hours now , sometimes on the ground , other times from the lower - story roofs in the square. he wanted to note & memorize every face that came & went , to learn their scents & eavesdrop what he could. there was a need to know who he had to be weary of , who it would be unwise to kill. he had no want to make friends , but he knew a death dealer who’d be cross with him if he crossed certain lines with those who were affiliated in the coven. & astor remembered how it went , an attack on one of them was an attack on all of them , & he had no desire to become so entangled with them once more.
a curious little creature caught his eye as she exited the building , talking rather loudly on the phone. how many of them were so young ? he couldn’t help the way his head shook as she walked towards him , not even noticing his presence until she was almost upon him , only catching herself at the last moment. fine , blonde eyebrows raised , his lips pursed , an amused gleam in his eye at her posture & mannerisms. ❝ hello to you , too. i know you were awfully distracted , but i was here first. ❞
finding herself back into the swing of things did wonders to elevate evelyn’s spirit. although she still relies on the coven for questions, concerns and just general help, she’s made the conscious decision of keeping them at arm’s length, if only because she can’t stand too many people there. and perhaps integrating back into mortal society is where she belongs anyway. she especially believed this sentiment as she accepted a new gig for the weekend, a set at a secret event. “yeah, let’s literally do it, bitch. give me like, all the details and stuff. it’s like thirty minutes, right?” she rests the phone in between her ear and shoulder as she opens the door, leaving the apartment complex. “okay, oh my god, i’m so ready. see you then.” she finishes off, her phone meeting her hand once more to hang up.
and while she expected a relatively tame night, she gasps like her life depends on it as her eyes abruptly meet another of her kind. “literally what the fuck.” she releases as soon as she notices the other, flinching only slightly at seeing him unexpectedly. to be honest, hanging around buildings felt kind of creepy, but picking up on his scent, she decides she might as well entertain him. at least for only a couple moments longer. he looks old as dirt and for all she knew, he was like, a prince or some shit. “um... good for you, i guess?” she says with only a tinge of disdain in her cadence, still taken aback by his random insertion into her night. “can i like, help you or something?”
— my windows turned to black
↳ with zaiden ( @immortalfm )
❝ DO YOU THINK YOUR PATHETIC pouting is going to make you any less hated than you already are ? ❞ the cold , unforgiving drawl drips from pierced lips before he can stop himself , sapphire hues glittering with dark amusement as he catches the passive-aggressive glare shot in his direction. inked digits are wrapped around a mug of his favorite – body-temperature a-negative – and though his tall frame leans against the entryway to the living space with comfortable ease , the razor sharp edge to his pointed stare is danger enough on its own. the casual style of dress down to the way he sips the drink he had been nursing do little to conceal the poised machine that lays coiled deep within his bones – like a viper waiting to leap forward and strike with venomous fangs. he hazards a smirk , tapered teeth gleaming in the low light. ❝ i’m surprised you still show your face around here. or that lucia didn’t put your ass down already. maybe i should tell aleksander about your little stunt , myself , ❞ he poses the last thought idly , humming to himself before taking another slow sip.
as much as she was ready to leave the mansion immediately, evelyn absolutely could not help herself — for better or worse. she’s never walked away from a fight and she wasn’t about to stop now. it was all too tempting. “oh my god, can you like... get a job that doesn’t involve me?” who knew you were such a loser.” she jeered, a nonchalance tone coming across her voice. never had she sounded so poised and honestly, she was a little internally proud of that. “wow, a vampire killed someone that’s not heard of at all. so scandalous.” she mock gasps, bringing a hand to her chest like the news shook her to her core. it didn’t. as much as she handled her own demons throughout the week and wallowed as deep as you can get into self pity, she wasn’t gonna lie — she was bored of it. if she was going to be a vampire, she made peace with sometimes doing overly-vampiric things. it was the circle of fucking life or something like that and she was at the top of the food chain. okay, sue her. “can’t wait until i’m headlining the vampire tabloids next.” she smirks, finding comfort once again in her familiar sarcastic bitchiness tendencies.
— and I'm back to my ways 'cause I'm heartless
↳ with zacharie ( @fangedfm )
Ever since moving to New York, Zacharie had found himself completely drawn in by the city’s nightlife. No matter how many night he spent walking the city’s endless streets he was never bored with what seemed to be waiting for him. Tonight he was sitting at one of his favorite bars contemplating just what else he wanted to do with his time when he became aware of the vampire who was now standing beside him.
“Excuse me?” The young vampire was clearly not familiar with him, which he found amusing because he was sure at this point everyone knew about him and Zade. It wasn’t like they were going around keeping their relationship a secret. Instead of answering her, Zacharie found himself rising to his feet, raising an eyebrow with an amused looking smirk as he thought about just how much Zade would hate being called a dog. “I’m sure Zaiden would self-destruct if he heard you calling him that. Which I would love to see honestly.” He let his words sink in, taking a slow sip from the martini in his hand. “My name is Zac. You must be new around here.” He leaned back now against the stool behind him, still smiling as the amusement shone in his gaze.
as the other stood up and evelyn got a clearer picture of zacharie’s face, she flinches herself back slightly, taken aback by the scar and scrunching her face up as a response. “um...” is all she can muster for a few moments, his words not exactly processing in her brain yet. she can’t help it — like, the semblance is just way too spot-on. she takes her gaze away from him for only a moment as she gets the bartender’s attention and puts her order in for a double vodka straight, her go-to.
“okay, zac...” she tests the name on her tongue, eyebrows still scrunched in genuine confusion. did super old vampires just still have family members that were alive? or well... lycans live long too? god, she's gonna need that drink as soon as possible. especially if her fledgling-sensitive nose had to deal with this odor intrusion a moment longer. “that’s like, kind of weird. i didn’t know zade had a brother, i thought he was like six hundred or something.” she continues, trying to make conversation and honestly, she was getting increasingly curious of the other.
— I’ll play your ass like some checkers
↳ with lilit
Training Fangs, Lilit’s own name for the annoying newborn, seemed oblivious to her own rudeness. Lilit had opened up her own time to try and make her a drink and she had impulsively disrespected Lilit. Then, as if that were not enough, she went about with the new information as if the offense had never actually happened. It was Lilit whose jaw now slacked at the very interaction taking place. “You do understand that you just disrespected a 906 year old vampire and now you act as if it were nothing. I know you are new. I know your sire is the princess. I know she has taught you about respect in this house.”
Lilit placed her glass on the counter, the blender perched in her other hand. A strawberry daiquiri to start. “I will let the disrespect slide this time and I will drink with you, every time you say the word like, We drink. Mix the blood in and it should be a wild night.” Lilit raised the glass to her lips, “When I finish this, I take whiskey on the rocks.” Lilit had already been drinking since she had arrived home. It had been a crazy night to say the least. “So, what made Lucia turn you anyway?”
“well, you just like... disrespected my sire. sorry but like, no one is above insulting the princess.” she persists before cocking her head to the side. “see... i'm learning fast after all.” and there’s an artificial sticky sweetness to her voice, laced with very apparent sarcasm. as lilit suggested her little drinking game, it makes evelyn want to roll her eyes and so she does, though this time out of playfulness than sarcasm. pouring liquor into the glass and mixing it as she would any other drink, she definitively adds a bit of blood, the last ingredient but certainly not the least. “you know what... you’re on. my tolerance is very high, i’ll have you know.” she smirks, lifting her glass in the air before taking a sip, excited to test the drunken vampire experience.
she considers lilit’s question a bit as she licks her lips from the taste. honestly, besides the memories from the night of her death still being fairly foggy, the whole experience just felt so personal. of course, she knows what lucia’s told her about how she died and although she’s grateful, she can’t help but feel like an imposter. she still doesn’t understand why she took a chance on her, but all she can hope for is that she at least makes her proud. “well, she’s a bad bitch... i’m a bad bitch... it’s simple really.” she says very matter-of-factly, before taking another sip.

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— i'm a vessel in this place only tryna find my place
↳ with austin ( @fangedfm )
The decision to move to New York wasn’t something that Austin had decided on lightly. He knew that he was lucky the lycan attack that had claimed three of his friends hadn’t taken his life as well. And that was why he was here getting his ass kicked on a near daily basis. He needed to learn how to better protect himself so he would never be caught in such a situation again. He knew that he had a lot to learn, which was why he never minded when his training sessions left him exhausted and beaten. He needed to build up the stamina that the other death dealers had if he was ever going to be a part of their ranks. And that was the ultimate goal really. He wanted to be one of the death dealers. Someone who was tasked with taking care of the coven. Protecting them from outside threats.
Tonight though he was exhausted and all he wanted to do was make it back to his bedroom and hibernate for a season or two. The problem was that he was sure just how to get back to his bedroom, he was too tired to just start wandering around and the couches here in the living area looked far too comfortable to pass up.
“I just need a few minutes,” he mumbled to himself as he sank into the plush cushions. It didn’t take him too long to get comfortable, all but melting into the couch as he let out a loud sigh. It was only after a few moments he realized that he wasn’t alone.
“I’m sorry, you don’t mind a little company right? Though honestly, I’m not sure I could get up if I tried at this point.”
evelyn is convinced that the middle of the week is her own personal hell. because what the fuck is anyone supposed to do then? and quite honestly, she is absolutely not looking forward to centuries worth of wednesdays. over a month ago, she probably would spend most of the week crafting new mixes, setting up new gigs and feeding her dependencies, but since then — that routine has been completely obliterated. and so all she has seemed to do is sleep in later and later into the night and occasionally transitioning from her room to somewhere else in the mansion. the least she could do is give herself the gift of a change of scenery.
collapsed on the couch and looking at her split ends with a single airpod tucked into her ear, it was very clear she was bored. was it boredom of her status at the mansion? boredom from the stagnation in her dj career? or just general dreariness? you kind of never know with evelyn. “oh my god, what happened to you.” she responds, the sentiment coming across much less of a question and more so an observation, as her eyebrows drew together and her eyes scanned the other’s beaten form. “that looks like... really bad.” and although at the back of her head, she knows lucia probably mentioned something about healing super fast or something like that, but y’know... still. she’s never been that hurt in her life. like, ever. even when she drunkenly fell off that one guy’s back after piggybacking. “does it feel like, weird and stuff?” because she has to ask, face wincing up slightly as she does.
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— i've been reelin' for twelve days (reloaded)
starring: sinclair portier ( @enpcssant ), evelyn yun setting: the mansion
the past month had been arguably rough for evelyn. no... scratch that, that for sure was an understatement. because what do you get when you combine a deep lack of control, an unexpected rejection, an emotional episode that leads you to take two lives and the depression comedown that follows after such regret? basically, a mess cocktail. you get a big fucking mess. and not even the kind of concoction that evelyn prefers. she has always loved living life on the edge, flirting with the prospect of danger on her doorstep at all times, but this was something new. this was something that for once, it was difficult to bounce back from. and honestly, she was just fucking sick of it. sick of her new status, sick of her new world. after being in the mansion for an ungodly week, she was fed up. which is how she found herself taking back her stuff, hoping to catch the next subway train right back to her apartment, a place of familiarity and a sense of normalcy after all this stupid supernatural drama.
but just as she was checking the contents of her bag — if she forgot her favorite bra, she was seriously going to snap — the universe had other plans as she bumped into sinclair. looking up at who she bumped into, an instant and exaggerated grimace appeared. “oh god, what do you want now?” she groaned, sounding a little pressed, because well... she kind of was. at this point, the only reason she gave a semblance of a shit for the coven was for lucia and for her, as far as she was concerned, everyone else could lowkey fuck off.
— I’ll play your ass like some checkers
↳ with lilit
“Fledglings do not tell 900 year old vampires what they can and can’t do. Let’s not let that happen again.” Lilit was growing annoyed with her already and then she tried to tell her what to do. Instantly Lilit regretted ever taking on this teachable moment. “Fine, drink it straight. I no longer care to make it bearable for you. I will make myself a martini and you can drink your glass of blood.” Lilit busied herself with acquiring her own blood and the contents of a strawberry aquarium.
“Lucia has a lot to learn, but I think she is capable. You on the other hand, we will see.” Lilit looked to the fledgling as she made mixed her strawberries and blood in the blender. “If you care to take a small intermission from your vapid life, you can mix your drinks with the blood and it tastes better. Also the blood lets the effects of alcohol work on you. Something tells me you might want to take notes because I know Lucia had to tell you this stuff. If you think I am making a drink for you after your attitude, you are mistaken. Make it yourself.”
evelyn’s jaw drops slightly at that, because apparently she missed the vampire mixology lesson somehow. go figure. “okay, so like... what? you just like... pour blood in a cocktail and it works that way?” evelyn’s eyes light up at that, already piecing together what concoctions she could make with this information. “you know, this is like... a serious game-changer. i like, was terrified i would never be drunk again for a sec. not gonna lie.” and she brings a hand to her chest, like the thought physically pained her. and to be honest, it kind of did. intoxication made up most of the fun of a night out and it felt... weird to not have that to comfort her. especially during a month like this. “okay, so what do we have...?” she asks, only half rhetorically as she starts opening up each cabinet, on the search for the booze. “actually i kind of could use a cosmo right now... are you drinking with me?” and this time she asks, waiting for a response, as she continues collecting ingredients for her drink.

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imessages | evelyn
lucia: can i help you?
evelyn: tbh i only care about you in that gc which is why i'm gonna be honest for a sec
evelyn: like i know i super super fucked up and like trust me i felt awful the next morning i like didn't even leave my room for 3 days it was a literal living hell omg
evelyn: but this like new vampire shit has been like really fucking hard and my emotions are like only JUST slowing down a little ugh
evelyn: but i'm sorry if i was stupid in the gc i'm just not going to be anyone's doormat
evelyn: and like it would be nice if like at least my sire would be a little sympathetic since i'm basically alone anyway
— I’ll play your ass like some checkers
↳ with lilit
The new one walked into the kitchen and began the meal prep of the century. Lilit’s nose scrunched at the bitter metallic aroma. Times had changed and blood was still blood. “Do you really care or are you just failing at making small talk?” Lilit pulled the yarn through and tied it off at at the end. “Tunisian Crochet, there’s knitting that requires two needles and it’s quite bothersome. This is one hook and it creates a much more dense piece. It’s a throw blanket. I can continue to bore you or…..” Lilit used her speed to appear beside her at the microwave.
“Or I can show you how to make this more bearable. I’m usually not this nice but since your sire is a failure someone will have to do the instruction.” Lilit managed to look bored but the idea of taking on one of Lucia’s mistakes and shining it out was hard to ignore. “I’m Lilit, the accent is Macedonian. I’m over 900. I’ll drink this.” Lilit took the warm blood from the microwave and sipped it as if it were a fine wine. “What’s your favorite cocktail? You look like you can barely stomach straight blood and I’m this day you don’t need to put yourself through the trouble. When I was new….well that was a different story.”
as evelyn turns back around to face lilit, she releases something just shy of a giggle at the unexpected bluntness of her question, using the back of her hand to suppress it just slightly. she leans on the island between them, aiming to get a better look at whatever she was making, and cocking her head to the side as if she was inspecting it. as lilit details her creation, evelyn feels a slight smirk coming on as her mind drifts off. mostly to think about how she plans to change up the progression of her recent remix. another synth, maybe? sound effects?
however, she snaps out of it as soon as lilit appears beside her, a little spooked. cautiously she turns back around to face the microwave and leans her back against the island, arms coming to cross chest. “um, don’t speak about lucia like that.” she defends, brows pinching together. but there isn’t enough time to exaggerate her offense as the other takes her glass of blood — like, seriously? she just got it, what the fuck — and she lets out an instant gasp at the sight, taking it back almost immediately. “literally all you had to do was ask.” she says in response, taking her own sip and grimacing heavily. god, don’t tell her she has to drink from this shit the rest of her life. “my go-to is usually like, a strawberry long island ice tea. or ooh, dirty martini’s are good, too. or like, i’m always down for a good vodka shot, as long as it’s not cheap vodka.” she details, face lighting up, especially if the implication is there being some sort of vamp equivalent of any of those drinks. which might just be the best news she’s heard all week.