𝐍𝐈𝐆𝚮𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝚮

this is a private, selective and mutuals only roleplay blog for 𝐏𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 from 𝐂𝚨𝐎𝐒. this blog will be canon divergent and may contain triggering themes. do not follow if you are easily triggered. canon will be developed through headcanons and meta.

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝚨𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝚨𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝚨𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝚨𝐈𝐍𝐒 & 𝐄𝚾𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝚮𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 & 𝐌𝚨𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐂𝚨𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝚨𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝚨𝐋𝐋𝐒

please call me yana.  gender neutral.  25+.  adhd  &.  dyslexia.  i have memory issues as well.  please read my rules.  activity will be sporadic. my main blog is @/ivaios.  𝐂𝐋𝐄𝚨𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝚨𝐓𝐄 — deleted drafts and discontinued threads. — 06.  24. 2021

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇, 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐉𝐀𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄. ironic as it was for one who was so long-lived, he grew tired of seeing the same old faces. he took no care in hiding the interest lining the quirk of his brow. he watched as she examined the empty bar, and chuckled lightly to himself.  ❛ you’ve caught me quite alone. though i do suggest you bring yourself fully inside and shut the door behind you. ❜ there was a hint of urgency to his tone. ❛ i can only assume you’ve come across none of your own, otherwise they’d have warned you of how dangerous a time it is for witches around here. ❜ he took care in looking her over, gathering what detail he could. the fact of her being a witch was not lost on him, just as him being a vampire was apparent to her. 

elijah wore a small yet playful smirk and his tone matched it perfectly, though despite appearances he pondered the name given to him beneath his surfaces. ❛ faustus blackwood, ❜ he repeats at last, his tongue clicking softly as a finger stroked his chin. ❛ i’m afraid the name is unfamiliar to me, that however need not remain the case. for, you see, i have a very special relationship with this city, and if such information exists, i could get it to you rather quickly, miss..? ❜

 𝐒𝚮𝐄  𝐓𝚮𝐎𝐔𝐆𝚮𝐓  𝐓𝐎  𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝚮𝐈𝐒  𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓,  𝐁𝐔𝐓  𝐓𝚮𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐖𝚨𝐒  𝐍𝐎  𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐒𝐔𝐂𝚮  𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝚨𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒—as  it  were  they  both  were  in  the  habit  of  shielding  themselves  from  mortals  it  seemed.  regardless  of  power,  it  still  remained  in  check.  so  with  slight  hesitation  prudence  walked  inside  and  shut  the  door  behind  her.    ❝  i’m  afraid  not—or  else  i  believe  our  meeting  would  be  unlikely…  though  witches  can  be  quite  territorial  towards  outsiders…  if  you  didn’t  know.  ❞  with  a  new  stride  of  confidence  she  walked  in  and  sat  her  self  at  the  bar—not  too  close  nor  far  enough  to  seem  afraid.  before  his  voice  cut  through  prudence  raised  her  own,  ❝  would  it  be  too  much  to  ask  for  a  drink?    ❞    she  allowed  her  lips  to  curve  into  a  smile  as  she  rested  her  hands  on  the  bar.  

 as  eager  as  she  was  to  know  more  information  she  remained  patient  in  his  presence.  nothing  would  come  of  being  hasty—and  it  was  wise  to  be  respectful,  especially  when  so  far  from  her  coven.  when  he  began  to  speak,  prudence  leaned  forward,  perhaps  to  show  her  interest  and  let  her  guard  seemingly  down.  whether  it  was  an  act  or  not—he  seemed  to  care  for  the  well-being  of  witch  kind—enough  to  inform  her  of  the  dangers  that  lurked  in  his  city.  upon  learning  her  father’s  name  was  unfamiliar,  she  released  a  short  sigh  and  lowered  her  eyes  quickly  before  bringing  them  back  to  him,  

 𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐒  𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃  𝐁𝐘  𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒,  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌  —  he  was  looking  with  intent  on  finding  something  that  could  perhaps  help  his  cousin.  sabrina  had  tasked  him  with  helping  her  with  another  scheme,  to  which  he  did  not  know  the  full  extent  of,  but  such  is  the  duty  of  an  older  cousin,  a  quite  doting  one  at  that.    ❨    there  would  be  a  time  that  he  would  come  to  regret  spoiling  her  as  he  did  ❩  his  eyes  skimmed  over  one  and  then  another,  he  mumbled  softly  to  himself.  other  came  and  left  without  even  a  word  shared.  

 startled,  his  eyes  dart  up  at  prudence  and  he  starts  to  close  some  of  the  open  books.  ❛  prudence  …  ❜  he  speaks,  and  as  her  name  leaves  his  lips  it  leaves  bitterness,  with  a  hint  of  longing…  there  was  so  much  left  unsaid  between  the  two  and  he  could  write  pages  on  how  he  would  change  everything,  would  that  he  could,  a  sigh  slips  loosely  between  his  lips  as  his  eyes  soften,  then  listens…  patiently.  pushing  the  books  to  the  side,  giving  her  his  undivided  attention,  a  small  pang  in  his  chest  leaves  him  heavy  with  emotion.  ❛  of  course…  how  can  i  help?  ❜    nervously,  he  fumbling  with  the  books  as  he  awkwardly  attempts  to  stack  them. 

 𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐓𝚨𝚱𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝚮𝚨𝐍  𝚨  𝚱𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐂𝐔𝐓  𝐓𝚮𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝚮  𝐓𝚮𝐄  𝚨𝐓𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐏𝚮𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝚮𝐄  𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌.  prudence  hesitated  to  speak  as  she  watched  ambrose  busy  himself  with  a  needless  task—she  knew  for  certain  that  he  still  intended  to  scour  through  those  texts  as  soon  as  he  was  alone,  though  she  appreciated  him  removing  anything  that  could  possibly  draw  away  his  attention.  silence  overtook  the  room,  filling  up  all  the  vacancies  until  no  sound  could  slip  through  unheard.  ❝  this…  its...  ❞  she  inhaled  sharply  and  released  the  air,  ❝  it’s  hard…  ❞  a  quick  glance  of  a  smile  appeared  on  her  slips,  though  it  lacked  the  genuine  happiness  and  exuberance  that  smiles  ought  to  have.  instead  the  smile  was  filled  with  sorrow  for  a  transient  moment  in  time.  ❝  no  amount  of  anger  or  hatred  is  going  to  restore  what  i’ve  lost…  ❞  the  confession  fell  from  her  lips—there  was  a  shakiness  in  her  voice  that  could  not  be  easily  lost,  

❝  for  what  my  father  has  done  to  me…  he  has  also  brought  down  onto  others—though  my  suffering  is  grand,  i  cannot  simply  measure  out  my  own  pain  and  claim  it  weighs  more  that  others.  ❞  her  eyes  sought  his  own,  a  light  gloss  over  them  hidden  by  the  lack  of  light  in  the  study.  ❝  my  sisters…  they  are  gone. ❞  saying  it  aloud  only  made  her  realize  how  much  it  hurt.  how  much  it  wrecked  at  her  heart.  her  wall  was  torn  down  in  order  of  her  to  finally  allow  herself  to  feel  it.  ❝  my  siblings  are  not  of  their  own  minds…  and  for  a  long  time  i  have  never  felt  more  alone.  ❞  she  blinked  quickly  to  fight  back  the  tears  already  forming  in  her  eyes.  ❝  but…  ❞  she  said  breathlessly  and  reached  out  to  take  his  hand  into  her  own,  

‘     indeed , seeing the pretty ones quiver is satisfying .     ‘     pride could be an ugly sin , a pedestal she not mind knocking a man down from .     however , she is given excuses .     excuses , and playful lip . the widow takes a moment , her pitiless gaze withdrawn from witch to meal .     pink aperture widens , puffy lips claiming man whilst deep kiss rips muscle from mouth.     ‘     you know how to flirt , do you not ?     ‘     she swallows first , deadpanned gaze peering toward the young woman     ‘     put in a little effort , develop their high ego . then , perhaps you’ll achieve perfect .     ‘     lithe wrist pulls her small hand to pouty lips , smearing the dribble of blood rolling down her chin     ‘     and quit frustrating me with your mediocre attempts .     ‘

 𝐀   𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊   𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋   𝐎𝐅   𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒   as   she   watches   the   spider   devour   her   meal   with   little   regard   to   it   or   the   surroundings.   it   was   a   repulsive   sight   to   behold   if   you   were   a   mere   mortal   with   something   to   fear,   however,   prudence   felt   no   such   feelings   as   the   boy   was   consumed   whole.   

‘     for having such a … misogynistic father , you have a little too much pride to carry that name .     ‘     his voice lilts softly , the impish quirk in his lip vanishing ‘pon the smooth delivery of his observation .     ‘     one would think a fairly   powerful ,   young ,   beautiful ,   woman such as yourself … would make her own .     ‘     whilst the strength of his words drip effortlessly , his dark presence permeates .     ‘     instead of being an example of your father’s views .     ‘     dark gaze is withdrawn .     tone is hushed , speaking somewhat in a murmur until he decides to jab further . ‘     what a terrible example you are … for the other witches of your coven . as if no one saw example of your pitiful attempts beseeching him for his surname .     ‘     perhaps , it did suit her well .     faustus had her right where he intended , beneath men , beneath his rule .     keeping women a peg lower , needing to beg for an ounce of importance .     did she truly not support all women having equal opportunities in the coven ? ‘     i suppose that is the difference between you and sabrina . she looks to ascend and you … well , you prefer to grovel .     ‘

𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃   𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄   𝐈𝐒   𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊   𝐓𝐎   𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐄   at   the   mention   of   her   father’s   sins,   one   he   never   hoped   to   wash   himself   clean   of,   for   he   did   not   feel   the   need   to   and   the   want   of   his   approval   was   such   a   need   for   prudence   that   she   failed   to   observe   him   for   the   man   he   truly   was.   the   want   for   a   father—a   parent   to   care   and   nuture   her   in   a   way   she   felt   she   needed   to   be   was   blinding   her.   she   remains   silent   while   he   is   speaking,   the   words   stay   caught   in   her   throat—for   even   if   she   did   manage   to   voice   them   he   would   be   right.  

as   she   rests   in   his   lap   his   hand   finds   its   way   to   her   hip,   holding   her   gently   —   she   pokes   fun   where   sabrina   is   involved,   the   topic   has   never   gone   too   far,   he   knew   how   sabrina   was   —   he   watched   the   young   witch   grow   up   into   the   hard-headed   teen   she   was.   ‘   my   cousin   is…   ‘   with   a   brief   pause,   he   gives   a   small   breathy   laugh   while   thinking   of   how   troublesome   his   lovable   little   cousin   was.   ‘   let’s   just   say,   her   and   i   do,   in   fact,   share   some   similar   traits,   prudence.   i   do   hope   that   isn’t   an   issue.   ‘   a   small   flirtatious   smile   forms   on   his   mouth.