Sep 12, 2021
“Dani…. I-I wasn’t sure if you’d want to talk to me after the incident with the… hmm… drugs, but I need to know… Do you hate me?”
"What...? No! I don't hate you, Bela. You are my sister, I could never hate you."
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“Dani…. I-I wasn’t sure if you’d want to talk to me after the incident with the… hmm… drugs, but I need to know… Do you hate me?”
"What...? No! I don't hate you, Bela. You are my sister, I could never hate you."
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"MOTHER!!! @lesbian-alcina-dimitrescu
Bela @dxmxtresc and Cassandra @cassandradimitrescu99 were smoking weed!!!
Cassandra was sooo high she tried to kill me!"
"Hey! So I kinda want a new dress...."
"You do realize that doesn't tell me much, right?" Magda asked the eldest Dimitrescu daughter. “What is this kind of a new dress that you want? Are you able to describe in any better way? Or better yet, do you have an image or drawing of it?” She was not trying to be difficult, but sometimes describing clothing shapes verbally and doing it correctly was an incredibly hard thing to accomplish.
✿ (From Bela to Daniela, I sent it wrong on the other aks I'm an idiot I'm sorry lmaooo)
8. forehead kiss
It wasn't often that Daniela really got along with her sisters, but when one of them was feeling down, she felt for them. And lately it seemed, at least to her, that Bela wasn't her usual self. She found her sister and went over to her, head tilting a little as she looked at her. "You can have first dibs on the next man thing to come near here." Moving over, she pressed a kiss to her sister's forehead, right over the matching mark she had.
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"Okay, what the...?"
Things went from weird to seriously messed up. Riven, whom had been roaming from place to place in search of a life of freedom from her old home, did not expect to come across such a village as this. The place was barren for the most part. But all the houses seemed lived in. What made matters worse was that everything reeked of death and despair. The effigies of dead animals and severed goat heads hanging by barbed wire was incredibly unsettling. She needed to find out what exactly happened here, clutching her blade tight.
Thankfully she didn't come across any sort of enemy. Not a soul in sight. Hoping to get to the bottom of this sick mystery, she went to the one beacon of hope she had: the castle in the distance. Surely someone lived there. It was a long and arduous trek through gross and broken debris, but Riven managed with her trusty, massive blade. She wore worn out rags and bandages over her body, indicating just how long she had been out. Underneath her grey, long cloak, she had wrappings around her battered and bruised arms and cut, toned thighs. Dusty and worn out shorts and crop top adorned her figure underneath. Not the best to wear in this weather, so this castle could offer respite from the cold. Thankfully the door was unlocked, so she quickly let herself in and leaned against the closed door, shivering a bit.
"D-Damn that's cold..."
Looking around, this place was massive, yet still not a soul in sight. There were paintings and expensive looking vases all over the place. Surely this place was occupied. Just then, she spotted a glass of, what she thought anyways, red wine. It looked brilliant, so it must have been recently poured. That's a good sign, at least. Walking into the center of the foyer, she called out.
"Helloooo? Anyone here?"
@dxmxtresc || Continued from here
Alice could make some assumptions based off what this woman said. If she was speaking to how difficult it was to survive around here, it wouldn’t be too hard to see why -- she doubted the weather played much of a factor.
Following the other’s gesture towards the castle nearby, Alice continued to play off herself as a simple traveler. “Might not be a bad idea; this place doesn’t look like it has a hotel to stay in. Is that castle yours?”
“You are not a lycan…” the hooded blonde tilted her head at the newcomer. “Who are you?”
Alice could smell it in the air. The cheap knockoff of a Dracula bride standing before her was a fellow B.O.W. She wished she knew more about this area, but with all the crazy shit happening around B.O.W. research and development in recent years, she wasn't all that surprised.
Of course experimentation would happen in the snowy mountains of a remote country. It sounded like a cliche horror film yet here she was, bundled in layers and staring down, well, something resembling a human that wasn't.
Lycan? Christ, is this Dracula or the Wolfman?
"My name is Alice. Seems I got lost. Can you tell me where I am?"