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S I N N D B L E D S ; Independent and selective dual blog featuring original characters; Blaise and Siobhan. Brother and sister; one is a vampire and the other is a witch (oh my!) Semi triggering themes ahead; blood, gore, violence, mentions of witch trials and satanism. Anyone under eighteen and non rp blogs - go away. Adored by Hillary (25+ she/they) Activity will be slow due to college
BLAISE | SIOBHAN | RULES | PROMO | MEMES | HEADCANONS
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K I N D R D A N N E ; Independent and selective Anne Shirley from L.M. Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables. Adored by Hillary (25+ she/they)
At last, my classes are over and next week I start my internship. I want to get this blog up and running again; I miss writing these two. So, starter call?
Also, happy late one year anniversary to this blog!
@spookymulti | cont. (w/Jack & Blaise)
Halloween, a word he had heard so many times. It was a holiday - a modernize holiday from his culture. All Hollow's Eve, it was once known, celebrated by the Scots many years ago. Although he did enjoy Halloween; seeing everyone dressed up, trick-or-treaters, and homes decorated - he miss the old celebrations.
The vampire's eyes would widen - amazed by the form of magic Jack performed. Bringing him to giggle. What amazing powers he had. "It is cute." Blaise would reply, his finger would trace on the triangle eyes. He has seen those pumpkins before - Jack-O-Lanterns, he believed they were called. Their smiles and the funny faces they had always brought him joy. He liked seeing them.
"When I was younger, we use to celebrate All Hollow's Eve, a bit similar to Halloween. We've never use these pumpkins upon celebrating, I do wish we did - they're cute. Do we name them?"
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Sometimes Louis did it without meaning to, reading other's thoughts. It came along so natural, as simple as listening to the wind blow through the leaves of the trees above them. They weren't complete thoughts, though, just glimpses. A name, Siobhan, and the image of her taking place of the woman in front of them. Louis' green eyes would now hold their gaze on the boy with fascination. Most vampires he knew only thought of themselves, 'Oh who will I snack on tonight?' 'Don't I look stunning?' "I really nailed that line.' but to think of someone else, to hold them in such high regard that you placed them before all others, that was a truly humane way to be. "Louis," He'd offer a soft smile, and take Blaise's hand in his own, offer a firm but gentle shake. "Who is she?" Louis would take his camera back, placing it back around his neck for safe keeping. Having every intention on developing the film inside. "Siobhan, you love her."
Ever so gently he would take his hand, returning the shake before releasing. Blaise had been so use to being around humans - controlling his strength to be sure not to harm one. Realizing that he had practiced the same habit on to another vampire. How foolish he must be in Louis' eyes. He would think he was such a foolish creature if the tables were turned. Indeed, Blaise has foolishly juggle around with his immortality, yet his humane personality never left him. He hope it never would.
"Louis, that is a nice name." He reply shyly, hands nervously dove into his pockets. His left leg did a nervous jitter, he will not lie - Blaise was...uncomfortable. Was he afraid? Yes. No. Although Louis was calm, the imaginary thought lie deep in Blaise's mind; Louis snapping and pulling his head off. His lover maker once warn him to be wary of vampires. Surprisingly, his interaction with Louis has been pleasant. Still, he needed to be cautious.
Who is she? Siobhan, you love her. Those words brought him to freeze - pupils widen and mouth drop. His lips stammered, struggling for the words to come out. Was -- Was Louis one of those mind readers? He heard stories of vampires having that ability, but he thought it was rarer. Is it more common than he thought?
"I -- I --" Blaise stuttered, lips firmly pressed as he look away, hands become fists, his leg did another jitter. Feck, feck, feck! Eyelids lightly close, exhaling slowly through his nostrils. "...She is my sister. My -- My younger sister." The sentence felt like poison entering in his vocals. He loved Siobhan dearly, and did whatever he could to protect her from himself, and others. Now, he failed.
"She -- She is aware of me being a vampire. No, I have never fed on her." Blaise would add, nervously adjusting in his seat as his gaze move back to Louis, frowning. "You...You will not hurt her, r-right? Like...you will not make an attempt to hunt her down?"
Slowly, I am making a progress with replies. Slowly.
Oh, this was bad. Armand wasn’t known for being harmless; this was for sure, but he knew which damage he could do when he wasn’t in full control of his starving body. Or was it some kind of trauma he still unconsciously faced? Never will he forget the sight of his best friend’s body, whom he did not just drain.
Amber-colored eyes watched the thin lines of crimson. His hands kept trembling as he tried to hold onto the fabric of his pants. He was so hungry. The scent of her blood seemed to torture his nostrils. But why? Why would she save someone like him? Armand was known to be one of the most feared Vampires. His kind would avoid him unless they were older than him. He was infamous for his Mind Gift.
The always so composed Vampire flinched a bit as soon as she sat next to him. “You don’t speak usually, why would you speak to me?” he said out of the blue, something he drew from her mind without wanting to. His long, dainty fingers reached for her hand, holding it very gently in his own. Armand couldn’t look away from that blood. Without even recognizing, Armand lowered his head, his tongue darting out just enough that the tip lapped over her skin, licking the small trail of blood away.
"Because," weakly she replied, "I w...w...want to..." No fear was heard in her damaged vocals, and although she did not know the terrifying reputation Armand had amongst the vampire community; she knew that he needed to be saved. Even if that mean't giving up her life for his. She no longer cared what would happen to her. Siobhan's life was never perfect, yet, she try to appreciate being given a second chance in life. However, being given a second chance never brought her any joy. Only misery. The spark of joy she had experience for the first time was at this very moment - knowing she would help a vampire. What an odd woman she was.
Goosebumps rose along her arms after feeling Armand's tongue lick off a small part of her blood. Partially, there was nervousness bubbling inside, but it was not enough to change her mind. She wanted to do this.
"Please, d...d...do it now. B...B...Before I ch...ch...change my mind." That was a lie, she would not change her mind, instead, she would keep on insisting until he agreed to. Stubborn she was.
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Yeah Jack and Hamish may just be a two-headed rabbit, but they’re terrifying when it comes to protecting Siobhan. They will grow - quite large and have this grossly-looking demonic form, with sharp canines. If they’re angry enough - they will tear off into two and will gobble down their enemy.
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@finalj0kers | Starter (w/Siobhan)
Jack and Hamish, the two-headed rabbit was beside her feet; their red eyes glared at the other. Her wand was held high towards him - made from a loose tree branch, crooked and out of shape, but had a lot of life left in it. A warm light glow gently on the head - ready to unleash its power. Siobhan did not want to hurt him, she never wish to cause harm to strangers. However, he had initiated violence - giving her no other choice but to defend herself.
Siobhan would take a small step forward, green hues stared directly into his whilst carrying a serious expression. "I -" Her sentence was cut when he would speak. And that serious ezpression vanished; morphed into a grin and then she giggled...then she would laugh. It sounded weak, but it was a genuine laughter. What he had said was funny, not intentional, but it was hilarious to her.
It has been a long time since Siobhan laughed, and has been so long since she experienced a bit of humour. There have been so much seriousness surrounding her - she needed a laugh.
"F-Forgive me!" She would say through a laugh, finger swipe the tears away. "Wh...Wh...What you s...s...said was funny. Very funny." She added, some burning pain formed in her throat, but she did not care - she needed that laugh.
"Now, uh...wh...what had o...o...c...c..." The words struggle to come out, tongue did a twitch between her teeth - desperately trying to feel the words against it. She close her eyes and held out a finger - one moment.
She gave her wand over to the rabbit - Hamish gladly took it in his mouth. Her hand searched through her bag, sighing in defeat. It's not in there, she thought, snapping her fingers - a small glass vile filled with prismatic blue liquid appeared, floating above her. She would take it, and take a quick swig. Despite its attractiveness, it was a flavourless medicinal liquid - enough strength to ease the pain in her vocal cords within a few minutes.
"....There," She would say, her voice still very weak, but at least the pain had gone away. She would toss the vile back inside her bag, looking over to Arthur with a smile. "Wh-What w...w...were we d...d...discussing? I forget."
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He wondered, did she normally carry a stutter or was his injury just that upsetting ? Perfect. As if his brain needed to be any more damaged than it already was. At least it wasn't so bad. When she actually offered to help, Dude's brows shoot up. Which was a big mistake, the movement tugged at the wound and sent a sharp sting across his forehead. ❝ Ow — fuck ! ❞ Aid was rare. Sympathy even rarer, it's borderline extinct. Most people didn't give a damn when he got hurt. Why would they ? He was just another no good junkie, easy to ignore, not even pleasant to look at.
So, of course, suspicion came easily.
❝ This isn't gonna cost anything, will it ? ❞ He asked, eyes narrowing. The cynic in him insisted there had to be a catch. There always was. Or maybe, just maybe, she actually cared about other people's injuries.
As she rummaged through her bag, Dude just expected the usual. It was probably petroleum jelly. But then the jar lifted. Not from her hand, but lifted on its own. Dude froze. Fantastic. Maybe his brain was fried for good now, endured one too many hits. He blinked a few times, trying to see if she or the jar would vanish. Nope, still there. Either real or a very powerful hallucination.
Maybe he'd been knocked into a coma and this was a dream.
❝ Uh . . . ❞ before he could initiate the question, the jelly smeared against his forehead. ❝ Ow ! ❞ Pain flared, then melted away almost instantly — replaced by a cool, soothing sensation that dulled the ache.
❝ Thanks. ❞ His eyes went from the jar to her. ❝ Are you some kind of . . . magic user ? ❞ A magician or witch were the first to come to mind, but he didn't specify just in case he was guessing wrong.
Siobhan was a kind person; always put others' needs ahead of her's, even if that person was the meanest to her - she will make sure they were okay. Blaise had tried countless times to have her be a bit more selfish, but never been successful. Siobhan could never turn away when someone was hurt. The same goes for Dude - a stranger, whom had a darker history than her - yet, would do whatever she could to make his injuries go away.
She grimace uncomfortably as she heard him cry out in pain. "S-Sorry," Sheepishly she replied, "I sh...sh...should have w...w...warned that it...w...ould hurt." With caution, she watch the wound heal, granting her permission to put the jelly away. Slowly, the jelly would float back inside her bag.
"Are you some kind of...magic user?" His question brought her to freeze. Oh, shite. Siobhan did not think this through - using a small amount of magic to a stranger. There she goes again with doing things before thinking of the consequences. What a foolish girl she was!
"W-Well...." She slouched over, her frame now smaller than before. She struggled to find the answer - yes, she was! She was a witch, something she was proud to now be. Once she was afraid to be one. This was the first in a long time where she was afraid, prior witnessing a bit of Dude's history, and wonder if he would harm or try to take an advantage of her. If he does, Siobhan can not be afraid to defend herself.
"Y-Yes, I am...a w...w...witch," She revealed, awkwardly ran a hand through her auburn locks, releasing a shaky sigh. "I d...d...do not b...b..b..believe in re -- re -- turning a favour w..w...with money. However, I a...a...ask if you d...d...do not me...m....mention to anyone of what I am. Fair?"
@firstblxxd sent: "i wish you would see yourself the way i do." For Blaise.
He was in a mood, isn't he always in a mood? The anger in his heart morph to insecurities, bringing him to lash out at John. It was stupid, but he felt the need to take it out on someone else instead of have it bottle deep inside. "Yer talkin' bull shit out of yer ass!" He hissed through his fangs.
Feck, John, just leave me alone!
Eyes were pitch black - he sped forward and tackled John on the floor. He lean over him, his face just inches away, growling viciously like a wild beast. "I often wonder how you see me, John -" His fnags were visible, his cold breath tickle his cheeks, smirking. "I am nothing but a monster - I do not understand why you would love someone like me!"
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@sinndbleds sent . . . “You’re bleeding.” From Siobhan, unprompted
Can't he go one goddamn day without lunatics trying to shoot his ass off ? Dude's bent forward, hands braced on his knees as he sucked in air, desperate to catch his breath. There was something warm and slick creeping down his forehead. At first, he'd brushed it off — figured it was the blood of whoever the fuck he just killed. ( In self-defense ! Just in case the law tried to get cute about it later. )
But when she pointed it out, Dude realized it hadn't come from the wannabe killer. He straightened, hand rising and fingers grazing where the blood seeped into his pores. Immediately, he winced, hissing through teeth. Fuck.
❝ One of them bashed my head into the dirty fuckin' wall, ❞ Dude said, not elaborating further. ❝ Must've hit me a lot harder than I thought. ❞ But now that he's noticed it, his head was throbbing. Just great. ❝ It doesn't look that bad, does it ? ❞ God, he really didn't want to go get stitches or some other expensive medical crap.
Siobhan heard the commotion from a distance, she would crouch behind a trash can - peering over to see a violent altercation between two men. The darkness covering the two made it difficult for her to see, and she was afraid that one of them might spot her - harming her to prevent her from speaking to law enforcement for witnessing the incident. Then, silence overcame follow by footsteps, and a man walked past her; not hard to notice the crimson liquid on the side of his head.
'...You're bleeding.' Hesitantly she spoke, afraid the man would snap at her. Instead, he briefly explained how he was injured, causing her brows to scrunch downward. Seems he won the fight. "I w...w...wish I c...c...could lie," Siobhan replied, it did look bad and obviously he needed medical attention. She was not much of a doctor, but at least she knew a way to help him.
She went through her bag and took out a glass jar filled with clear jelly. "I w...w...will take...c...care of that." The jar slowly float its way above her hand - the cover twist off on its own and would float beside the jar. She scooped up some of the jelly and reach over to rub it on the injury. It left a cooling sensation, slowly sealing the wound.
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