( n. 𝔤𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔠 ) 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕣

i'm sweet, but wait 'til the scorpio slides in the mix and gouges both of your eyes. fuck around that much and, oh, you'll find 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 !!

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐈 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐕, a fandomless figure skater original character, featuring original vampire lore. est. april 2025. written by sans, 28.

ㅤㅤ𝓑lood quickly rushes to Sydney's cheeks as she sees Garrett tilt his head and ask her where they go past their introductions and a brief summary of who they were. What do we do about that? replayed in her mind a couple of times. Was he implying that things were going to go places? ❝To be honest, I thought I might be lunc there for a moment. So, considering that we're having a great conversation is already a positive thing.❞ She let out a faint, cheeky laugh. ❝Uh... that's a good question though. Believe it or not, I don't hang out with vampires a whole lot- no intention on rhyming there.❞

HE MERELY dips his head at her comment that she isn't lunch . admittedly . . . she still could be . garrett isn't widely known for his SELF - CONTROL . not that he has none , mind you , but it's not perfect . however , his eyes are still a relatively safe dark red , close to feeding but not in a danger zone yet . still , though , he doesn't comment . best not to give false hope . JUST IN CASE .

ㅤㅤ❝𝓘'll take strange... I've been called worse.❞ She added with a faint laugh at the end of her sentence. Considering that thus far the conversation was one of the more pleasant ones out of the encounters she's had with vampires, she'll take the strange compliment. ❝Not a lot of people have a good reaction when they figure out what I can do.❞

"I've been around long enough to sate my curiosity. Vlad Tepes was a human with a penchant for violence. That's what immortalized him." A pause, "You could however always ask Kate, she was fonder than I of haunting battle grounds."

Tawny eyes gleam with teasing. "Your curiosity could rival a babe's, you realize?"

HE FILES away that fact about kate for later . he'll take any excuse to talk to the other denali sister . and getting her to talk about dracula no less ? what a wonderful conversation starter .

❝ What is darkness but lurking sun? What is wall but enslaved stone? What is glass but tortured sand? What is song but a call to arms? What is hate but jilted love? What is life but death pending? ❞

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"Noted." Too many questions and no conclusive answers make for a spiral of eternity. He was a scientist before vampirism ever touched his life; it stands to reason the habit would stick.

A brow perks at the playful tone, pale blond and difficult to note to a passerby. "Not enough entertainment to go around." It's a stab in the dark, perhaps a too grand liberty. Yet the thought of a looming war for the sake of bored immortals looking to hoard limited edition vampires…Well, it sounds childish.

"Hobbies are healthy." Probably.

HE HUMS and shrugs a shoulder .

ㅤㅤ❝𝓐round three-hundred years or so?" Sydney repeated back to the vampire. She knew that they lived for many years, most of them. Some of them thousands. It was still a unique quirk of the species that she found intriguing; contrasting to her ability regarding the afterlife, among other things. ❝I gotta say, you look pretty good for your age. Not a day over a hundred and forty.❞

HIS LIP quirks at her comment and he hums . he takes the joke as he assumes it's meant to be taken . still , were he a different vampire , he might have decided to be offended . as it is , he likes her spunk .

 ㅤ⸤       @saighdaer   。whispered  through  the  shadows           //         ft.    caroline         —        ❛  8  for  spotify  wrapped ❜⠀.ᐟㅤ      ⸣  

ㅤ⸤       ghosted  ,  the  nerve.  after  everything  ,  all  those  late  phone  calls.  ditching  her  friends  to  talk  to  this  guy  just  for  him  to  leave  her  on  read        —         when  she  said  ‘  let’s  get  coffee  ,  let’s  meet  up.  ’  now  look  at  her  ,  alone  at  the  grill  WAITING  for  a  guy  who  wouldn’t  even  show  up.  shoulders  sunk  ,  body  lightly  bouncing  in  place  as  caroline  locked  her  phone  again. 

       ❛  i'm  so  sick  of  online  love        …         like  what  is  so  hard  about  meeting  up  for  a  coffee  date. ❜       her  gaze  shifted  to  the  man  to  her  left  ,  a  stranger  no  doubt  just  trying  to  enjoy  his  coffee.  blue  eyes  meet  his  ,  lips  pursed  into  a  pout  as  she  opened  up  to  the  newcomer.       ❛  i  just  don’t  understand  ,  why  men  are  so  SCARED  of  a  first  meeting  ,  it’s  not  like  i  asked  him  to  marry  me. ❜       ㅤ     ⸣  

IT'S FOR the wolves , the coffee order . no one else in the huge house is exactly lining up to drink coffee . certainly not him . he doesn't really remember the taste of coffee , but there's a part of him that remembers it just enough to MISS it .

he's waiting for the carafe when the woman beside him speaks . his brows raise when he realizes she is in fact speaking to him . he dips his head in contemplation as he considers her words .

ㅤ⸤   𝓡.   ⸣        —         ❛  nothing  ends  poetically  ,  it  ust  ENDS         &&           we  turn  it  into  poetry.  all  that  blood  was  never  once  meant  to be  beautiful ,  it was  just  red. red  as  the  wine  we  raise  in  celebration.  ❜

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ㅤㅤ❝𝓣hat died a long time ago.❞ Alistair blatantly admitted. Or maybe it didn't. Maybe it lay dormant inside of him for all these years. Only time would tell. At this present moment, he didn't feel like being all that whimsy. If he did, they would all think he went mad— and if there were a God, let the divine help him because it was probably true. Alistair reluctantly followed behind, trying to keep up with the younger vampire the best he could, only a couple of paces behind him.

HE TSKS his tongue , dismissive .

The admission didn't come as an entire surprise, even if the fallen angel was trying his best to fit in. Unlike his brothers and sisters, he hadn't spent aeons watching over humanity, hadn't watched them evolve, hadn't moved through time by their side. No, he'd been locked away, caged from the growth of the universe, left to rot alone within the same four walls for what was meant to be all eternity.

Was it any wonder why he felt so lost? Yet thankful to be anywhere but his cell. "I am not accustomed to humanity's modern ways as of yet. They are... different from the last time our paths crossed." Gadreel admitted in the same steady tone, a light tug of the muscles in his vessel's throat, giving away that there was more to the story, a reason he hadn't been there -- - one he would have defied if he could.

THEIR EXPERIENCES with humanity are extremely different , but similar in that they are very much outside of it . what an interesting thing , to have things in common with an ANGEL . a fleeting thought thinks of carlisle , of how he would react were he in this interaction , and his lips quirk just slightly .