#here u go...

     Paintbrush glided gently against his canvas, tongue lopsided out his mouth as he tried to concentrate on his work. Usually, he didn’t put so much thought in his work, but with his newest guest, Ozzy felt he just had to impress. Chestnut eyes glanced over at the form of Axl, who was chilling back in his seat. He was so cool, Ozzy almost felt like he shouldn’t interrupt, that he would ruin the mood. That thought didn’t last too long though.

     ❝Hey, dude! What do you think about this?❞ He moved so the other can get a good look at his work. It was a landscape, the sun rising over the horizon of Whoville, even adding the curve of the mountain, as best as possible. Ozzy was no Picasso, but he was actually proud of how this was turning out! Then again, embarrassment quickly replaced his misplaced pride, swallowing it down and returning it with faux nonchalance. 

     “ oh? did you miss me that much, lady zero? “ he’d murmur, teasingly, tone low and contemplative as he reached out to grasp at porcelain chin ; gloved fingers absently tracing over the intoner’s cheeks. something so deadly, bearing the strength of gods, held within his fingertips. it was everything he’d wished for, in the past, and more – the ability to rule from the shadows. it was too bad zero was impossible to manipulate, unlike all those he’d encountered before her.

     his tongue would draw over his lips in an almost serpentine manner, before his free hand would rise, curling against the fabric of his facemask and tugging it down, revealing that signature, taunting smile in all of it’s glory. “ you know - all you had to do was call for your precious lizard man if you ached for him so, dear zero. “ he had to fight to quell the bubbling of laughter that’d begun to rise in his throat - all too knowledgeable at just how easy it was to piss her off - and just how dangerous that could be, as well.

@capricious-shinigami

   𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯

   𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦. 

   𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨... 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵. 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦?

   𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵... 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨.

she’s very old... she’s like 260 yrs old so when somebody notices her vampiric traits or thinks she is one she will always find a way to get out of the situation

after her family and husband’s death she faked her own death and lived in another country using a different name, imagine that but over 100 times

that’s basically her life so far

she’s very sad about not being able to die with somebody she loves though so she never got close to people after that