STARTER     ♡     @flyint ,     featuring :   RHYS FLINT.

                    starter call     ♡     @impulsivcty​ ,   featuring :   LAURA ROSLIN.

the  sweet  scent  that  floods  nostrils  upon  the  woman’s  entrance  fuels  hunger.   tongue  sweeps  across  plush  lip,   practically  feasting  off  the  delectable  sight  of  flesh  that  is  offered  before  it’s  regrettably  concealed  by  the  tightening  of  robe.  a  greedy  thing  the  queen  is,   yearning  for  the  fair  maiden  with  an  absence  of  self  control.     ❛  don’t cover up on my account,   this is your home after all.  ❜     how  coy  you  are,   subtly  has  never  been  a  strong  suit :   you  possess  the  makings  of  a  great  ruler,   why  should  you  squander  your  pride  while  pursuing  something  of  desire ?   your  title  has  never  sounded  so  deliciously  enticing  as  it  does  rolling  off  the  tongue  of  this  mere  mortal.   tip  of  tongue  rests  against  roof  of  mouth,   holding  the  sinful  words  that  are  aching  to  pool  out.     ❛  where  has  poor  ol’  vlad  had  to  rush  off  to  on  such  short  notice ?   so  does  that  mean,  ❜     a  pause,  thoughts  churning  as  gleaming  white  fangs  expand,   prowling  ever  closer  with  lazy,   effortless  strides,   gliding  across  stones  with  ease.     ❛  it’s just us girls this evening ?   how   . . .  intriguing,   well that is if i’m welcome to stay for the day.  ❜     how  impolite  it  is  to  impose,   though  when  has  manners  ever  been  something  you’ve  fretted  over ?   inhaling  once  more  as  she  comes  to stand  before  her,   gazing  down  at  the  healer,   awaiting  an  answer.

excitement  builds  in  the  form  of  jittery  hands,   fingers  clench  tight :   nails  embedding  into  palms  to  still  them  as  lids  fall  closed  upon  command.     ❛  what’s the occasion ?  ❜     sweet  gestures  have  remained  a  foreign  concept,   life  has  not  shown  her  everlasting  kindness,   yet  troubles  of  past  slip  away  as  she  grow’s  fonder  of  the  blonde  adjacent.  rich  burgundy  tinted  lips  twitch  when  cool  metal  slides  over  skin,   surprise  given  away  by  actions,   but  it  does  not  dull  the  effect.   finally  when  granted  permission  eyes  flutter  open,   gazing  down  to  admire  the  gift  that  had  so  thoughtfully  bestowed  upon  her.   a gasp !   hand  lifts,   covering  mouth  for  a  brief  moment.     ❛  it’s stunning,   positively exquisite   . . .   you made this ?   for me ?  ❜     lower  lip  pushing  out,   obviously  taken  aback  by  the  indication.

𝘄𝗲’𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗲 ?   then why does it feel like the world is constantly falling apart around you ?   you desperately claw at the idea of normality,   fumbling to pick up the pieces of the life you had before                    nothing more than a shattered mess.     ❛  jeff,  ❜     you’re resilient,   something akin to denial begins to fill voice,   but you are exhausted   &   the temptation of accepting fatigue is all too enticing.     ❛  could you just hold me for a minute   . . .   could we be still ?  ❜

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁,   there hasn’t been a moment in your undead life that you haven’t.   with a constant need to satisfy the thirst that consumes you,   you are nothing if not a conqueror.   no matter the size of ambition,   it is within your very nature to devour.   you want her :   quick witted,   resourceful,   fascinating                    unattainable.   awaiting an opportunity to arise would only delay scheme,   a queen does not wait to strike.   the mighty lord of the land has been summoned from his castle,   leaving it’s possessions unguarded for the taking.   carmilla does not intend to let that go to waste.     ❛  what,   not happy to see me,   dearest lisa ?  ❜     inquiry posed with damage to pride,   painted lips pursing as hand lifts daintily to rest against chest.   it’s nothing more than a game to you.   corner of mouth twists,   coy smirk given with little restraint.     ❛  i’m so sorry to intrude,  ❜     steps are long   &   slow as she approaches,   accentuating curves with each exaggerated placement of foot,   train of gown sliding against floor behind.   there is no haste to the way she moves or speaks,   in fact it portrays quite the opposite to what she continues with.     ❛  but you see,   i have information that i believe dracula would like to hear.  ❜

𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 ?   their past   &   present is littered with war,   will they ever be free ?   there are days where you do not see a future,   moments when judgment is clouded by the impending weight of doubt.   you often wonder whether you will taste the sun on your lips again,   but the idea of surrender is a bitter notion,   one that you cannot swallow.   so you persevere,   reaching for what little hope there may be.     ❛  sometimes leaving it behind isn’t what you need   . . .   sometimes you need your past,   need to be able to look back and see how far you’ve come.  ❜