Little Dhampir

because everyone keeps calling Rose ‘Rose Trashaway’ and ‘trash’ is a term of endearment around here now, so ha, joke’s on all of you.

Who is Adrian Ivashkov? He’s a 21/22 years old royal moroi (vampire) who’s a spirit user (possesses a rare kind of magic where you can heal, visit people in their dreams, see auras, do compulsion, telekinesis, make illusions, basically he’s a total badass) but this kind of makes the user insane with usage and the only way to numb it’s effect is drinking, smoking, or taking antidepressants which also numb their magic. So that’s why adrian lived most of his life as a drunken ass party boy, but when he falls in love with Sydney he kind of fights his inner battles and stop drinking and smoking, he continued college as a very talented art student, and fights for greater good to protect their society and the princess who he brought back from the dead. (Not to forget that he’s sarcastic and our sass king who’s the life of a party, is into poetry and listens to 60s/70s music)

🖤The breakup: “I loved you!” he yelled. He jumped up out of his chair so quickly I never saw it coming. “I loved you, and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up. You might as well have staked me!” The change in his features also caught me by surprise. His voice filled the room. So much grief, so much anger. So unlike the usual Adrian. He strode toward me, hand clasped over his chest. “I. Loved. You. And you used me the whole time”. “No, no. It’s not true.” I wasn’t afraid of Adrian, but in the face of that emotion, I found myself cringing. “I wasn’t using you. I loved you. I still do, but—”. He looked disgusted. “Rose, comeon.” “I mean it! I do love you.” Now I stood up, pain or no, trying to look him in the eye. “I always will, but we’re not … I don’t think we work as a couple.” “That’s a bullshit breakup line, and you know it.”

🖤"I don’t care if you say we can’t be together. I don’t care if you think I’m the most evil, unnatural creature walking on earth. You can think whatever you want, do whatever you want. I’m just going to go on loving you even if it’s hopeless"

🖤"No, you will listen. For once, you’re going to hear something that doesn’t fit into your neat compartmentalized world of order and logic and reason. Because this isn’t reasonable. If you’re terrifled, believe me-this scares the hell out of me, too. You asked about Rose? I tried to be a better person for her but it was to impress her, to get her to want me. But want to be better when I’m around you, I because…well, because it feels right. Because I want to. You make me want to become something greater than myself. I want to excel. You inspire me in every act, every word, every glance. I look at you, and you’re like…like light made into flesh. I said it on Halloween and meant every word: you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth. And you don’t even know it, you have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine"

🖤"It is terrifying,“ said Adrian. "And weird, for lack of better word. And part of you knows… well, part of you knows something’s not right. That your thinking’s not right. But what do you do about that? All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you can’t trust your own mind, what can you trust? What other people tell you?”

🖤The red dress: “sage” he said “what are you wearing”. “I know,it’s red, don’t start. I’m tired of hearing about it”. “Funny, i don’t think i can ever get tired of looking at it”

🖤"I wasn’t that crazy on spirit when I said you’re my flame in the dark. We chase away the shadows around each other"

🖤"My God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?” That uncomfortable feeling was over me again. “What about them?” “The color,” he breathed. “When you stand in the light. They’re amazing … like molten gold. I could paint those …” He reached toward me but then pulled back. “They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.”.