#andersxlykos

A bitter sweetness took over every inch of Rimona at finding herself a vampire once again, which indicated bits of the veil were still woven together. There was mass relief in that, too. Not for the fact that she had come to terms with her decision to choose humanity, a self preserving move she had used several times over the decades. It was more for how many were spared by this tiny bit of stitching that held them all together. Yes, slight disappointment muttered at the back of her mind at the reversal— but she would eventually make peace with her existence like this once again. “You’re, as they say,” a warm tone despite her personal turmoil, charcoal hues lighting up as they caught the frame of Anders, “A sight for sore eyes.” One she was certain would perish with the storms and leave her original efforts to save him wouldn’t have even mattered.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages,” her voice was delicate as her onyx irises danced across the body of Anders, a curve tingling the corners of her cherry-stained lips before making her way out of the threshold of the door. She had never taken an overly mothering approach when it came to her progenies', finding it more comfortable in the realms of sibling, though that didn’t mean she didn’t worry, “What trouble have you found lately?” Because after her last little chat with Jamie, she was certain Anders had to find some, too,