#exbride

   “Blondie.” A terse greeting, at best, this was truly some of his better behaviour when it came to the vampire he was now doomed to share a garage with for the foreseeable future. One afternoon, I’ll give it one afternoon, he’d promised himself. But now as the sun hung behind a low ceiling of clouds around midday, the idea of lasting hours with her seemed ... Unlikely. He doubted they would be the best of friends any time soon, or even in her entire lifetime. But as long as he kept his temper in check, and she didn’t do anything too annoying, they’d likely survive, and that was a good enough bar for him. 

❝   i   never   expected   to   get   roped   into   vampire   politics.   ❞   audrey   says,   drying   her   hands   on   the   dish   towel   that   hung   from   the   oven.   her   turning   was   a   point   of   contention   with   some   italian   vampires   that   she'd   only   ever   heard   of   once,   and   now   she   was   being   forced   to   meet   with   them   to   assure   them   she   wasn't   going   to   cause   the   entire   vampire   population   to   be   exposed.   ❝   why   are   these   guys   even   in   charge?   they're   only   a   few   vampires   out   of   how   many?   why   can't   we   revolt?   ❞ // @exbride​

they are lying together, his side pressing into hers. the conversation has hit a lull but he doesn’t mind. instead he finds a sort of solace in it. still, he’s not one for staying silent for long and after a moment he rolls onto her side - looking down at her with a soft smile. 

    "Would you come to my funeral?” The question tossed out idly, between potato chips entering his mouth at a steady pace, from his slouched position with his feet kicked up and crossed at the ankles. “You know, if I ever actually grow old and die.”

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He had the urge to clear the ground, to look out and see nothing. Leave this place as barren as his crystalized heart. But Marcus didn't have the heart to follow through. He hadn't been there in several millennia, but everything there still reminded him of her. Of the plans they had made for their future together. A future that would never be.

He was momentarily distracted from his torturous imagination by the sound of footsteps approaching. It was far too close and subtle to be food; another of his kind most likely. He turned his head in the direction, expecting to see Demetri sent by Aro to find him. Instead he sees a young woman, and an unfamiliar one at that. He could see she had no ties to the Volturi, which meant she hadn't been sent by his brothers. How curious.

"You're not one of ours."

“who am i to disagree?”