#cursedbirth

"I... don't remember exactly," she was honest when she answered her. "I believe it was not just one person, but multiple people who did this."

“it’s tuesday.” she reminds before sliding over a neatly back picnic basket to the vampire. the wicker is a stained a deep cherry. there are gifts an libations that binx had collected. an old wine, a candle stick holder, and the soft pashmina that was just gen’s color. “open it.” she prodded. “i was going through my collection and these things just seemed to call your name.”

"You and me, we're a day drink-"

its   a   rare   sight   to   be   seen   ,   but   the   vampiress'   sweet   words   are   enough   to   drag   a   smile   even   from   the   furthest   depths of the hunter's heart.   they   lay   bare   to   one   another   while   bed   sheets   remain   tossed   &   misplaced around them   ,   but   they   could   care   less   for   the   state   of   the   room.   here   ,   there   is   no   danger   &   no   hunters   to   come   &   harm   them.   all   that   exists   in   this   moment   is   just   the   two   of   them   &   the   peace   that   they   have   found   when   they   met   one   another.   life   has   a   humorous   way   of   showing   where   you   belong   to   be   ,   considering   they   both   once   stood   as   enemies   in   a   battlefield   they   never   wanted   to   take   part   in.   with   their   weapons   laid   down   &   their   hearts   united   ,   the   former   hunter   can   seek   solace   in   the   comfort   of   her   embrace   &   pursue   their   love   no   matter   what   others   may   think   or   say.   he   would   fight   &   die   for   this   peace   if   he   must   ━━   he's   been   alone   far   too   long   to   lose   this   good   woman   to   a   bunch   of   murderers   who's   hatred   was   passed   down   through   generations   of   idiocy   &   ignorance. genevieve   is   a   rare   &   precious   jewel   ,   who's   lost   some   of   her   shine   due   to   misuse   &   uncaring   handlers.   loid   isn't   too   sure   how   he   came   to   be   the   one   to   make   her   shine   again   ,   but   he   thanks   the   higher   powers   that   be   for   this   chance   &   he'll   do   what   he   can   to   do   right   by   her.   she   deserves   that   much   .   .   .   no   ,   she   deserves   even   more.

❝   you   find   every   moment   you   can   to   flaunt   that   talented   tongue   of   yours   ,   don't   you   ?   ❞   loid   finds   himself   chuckling   before   coaxing   the   vampire   into   a   soft   , yet passionate kiss   ,   unable   to   exert   himself   anymore   after   their   earlier   activities.   while   he   is   referring   to   her   perchance   for   poetry   ,   he   realizes   the   euphemism   that   could   be   assumed  from   his   words.   rather   than   correct   himself   ,   he   lets   the   words   stand   ━━   they   are   ,   in   fact   ,   truthful   on   both   accounts.   ❝   i   love   you   as   well   ,   mon   coeur.   you   have   managed   to   bring   such   joy   to   my   otherwise   bleak & depressing   life.   if   not   for   you   ,   i'd   still   be   a   mindless   hunter.   i'd   be   believing   their   hate   was   the   only   way   to   live.   how   horrible   of   a   life   that   would   have   been   ━━   a   life   to   never   know   of   your   existence.   ❞   another   kiss   is   given   ,   unable   to   help   himself when she's just within reach.   loid   once   struggled   with   touch   ,   with   intimacy.   here   ,   in   the   quiet   of   genevieve's   chambers   ,   he   has   no   fear   ,   nor   hesitation.   he can touch her skin & feel at home. ❝   mmm   .   .   .   i   wonder   how   else   i   can   show   my   devotion   to   you   ,   besides   allowing   you   to   turn   me.   ❞   that   is   a   topic   they   brushed   upon   numerous   times   ,   one   loid   is   willing   to   partake   in   ,   when   the   time   is   right.   ❝   has   marriage   ever   crossed   your   mind   before   ?   or   is   that   something   that   wouldn't   interest   you , my love   ?   ❞

"i didn't know vampires could be so beautiful," he's being genuine, not flirting - though he doesn't recognize it if it comes across as such. dante sometimes just says what's on his mind without much thought about how it comes out.

@cursedbirth

great news, she has incredibly expensive taste and loves good style and the finger things in life. unfortunately, she hates technology and can't eat human food, but everyone has their flaws lmao.

‘hey, this really isn't bad,’ peter puts the paper to the side, turning to their secretary janine, ‘did she leave her number?’ janine shakes her head. ‘ah well. i don't know if i could get past the junk food thing anyway,’ he thinks on it for a second, ‘i bet she loves all of that nutritious green crap they're pushing these days.’

an attentive hush has fallen over him, eyes flickering between the vampire and the aged painting. the melancholy which has seeped deep into her is palpable in the air. it settles around him like thick fog or a morning mist, beautiful and terrible all at once. emil steps closer and reverently lifts his hand to brush his thumb at the corner of the canvas where he is unlikely to touch anything important. the traces of energy on it are strong. mostly, it just feels like genevieve to his senses. ❝ i don't always think that's a bad thing, ❞ he offers quietly, his voice a little gruffer than usual. ❝ sometimes it's how they stay with us. a persisting ache. a scar that just won't go away. it's better than forgetting. ❞