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aes. sideblog ++ usfw sideblog

beatrice gravesend -> original character, daughter of corvina gravesend

name ⦂ walker ████ alias ⦂ n/a age ⦂ physically late 20s to early 30s gender ⦂ amab he/they/it romantic &* sexual orientation ⦂ demiromantic &* pansexual brief background ⦂ [ cw: a mention of child abuse, murder, brief drug mention ] walker was born in las vegas, nevada as the eldest of two sons. his mother was an angel, unfortunately, while their father was the first instance of evil that walker came to be familiar with. their mother left the two boys with their father when walker was 12 and his brother, lukas, was 7 with a note promising she would come back for them. she never did. it was extremely close with his brother, quickly taking up the role of primary guardian over him; waking him up for school, feeding him, spending any amount of money it got pickpocketing and dealing that he got on lukas. when it was in its mid twenties he was able to get out of the home, barely, after finding himself in kahoots with the vampire lestat. the lead singer of the band promised him the strength to save his brother; only, as it turns out, walker was the reason behind lukas' end. one night after a night out with lestat and discovering their newfound hunger, walker felt he was ready. he was going to get his brother out of there. he slaughtered his father with a slice of his new claws, watching as the light left that man's eyes with the biggest smile and bloody tears in his eyes. pupils dilated as the scent of blood filled his nostrils. lukas stepped into the room to investigate the noise and, in an instance, he was dead too. when walker came out of his drunken craze, seeing that it was his brother's body in his arms and not his father's, he nearly considered letting the soon-to-be-rising sun burn his flesh in punishment. the one thing, the only thing, that walker ever cared about was dead. now he travels with lestat, understanding their relationship as nothing more than sexual and that he merely provides feasts for lestat. he truly loves lestat, whether out of fear or genuinity. he can not stand the concept of being alone, always surrounding himself with warm bodies and drugs when lestat was off entertaining himself with another. this was walker's life. occupation ⦂ lestat de lioncourt's permanent groupie ( until lestat gets bored ) and the lead guitarist for the vampire lestat

oh my sweet baby

it was freezing out, to say the least. wearing tights beneath her jeans, a sweater and one of robby’s pull-over hoodies, and the warmest boots she owns. even with all these layers though she could feel a hand place itself upon her thigh and a flush of heat radiated throughout the woman’s body. angel smiles ear to ear. she turns to the man and leans across the center console to press not one, not two, but three kisses to the apple of his cheek. " careful, baby, you gotta keep both hands on the wheel. it’s gettin real icy out there. " she pauses, nuzzles her nose against his beard. " i know i’ll be okay. you’d save me. "