#kingvolturi

honestly , i am out of words . owly @kingvolturi is so frigging gifted and LOOK AT DOE EYED JACK ! thank you so much for this . it truly means a lot and gosh both lucian and jack and so ... LOOK I’M A BABBLING MESS !

@kingvolturi​  /  semi-plotted starter

𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃.   he, himself, had lost the right to the title centuries ago. aro, now more a threat than anything, was still a mystery to the doctor ——— could there truly be peace, or was he waiting for the moment carlisle stepped out of place ?   but, old wounds aside, & fresh ones forgotten for the time, he extended the olive branch to the master. a hunt.  together.  seldom did he think aro would join him in his meal; the gift was the company, a chance at a quiet moment, without family rifling through aro’s head, or breathing down the other’s neck for a chance to strike, should he err.   his family was young, still so young.

❝ ——— you haven’t seen me feed for some time, ❞   comes meager conversation, carlisle merely meandering about the property. it would be a rare moment to share in solitude, he would not forsake that. for as long as he could have aro to himself without threat from either side of their kin, he would take it. openly.   

a pause.  smile graces his lips, ere he lowers chin, looking upon his own clothing. feeding from mortalkind was no doubt messy; but wrestling wild beasts into the forest floor was also so. he would not dare to ruin perfectly good clothing for a meal, thus, even in the winter, he wore only athletic clothes, stained from the efforts of previous hunts.

they are steeped in the flavor of a quickening dance,   spinning in time with the orchestra's great crescendo.     there was just enough time for them to whirl back around to face the ornate railing of the mezzanine before they ceased,   toe to toe,   and the count clasped the etruscan hero’s body to his own with a single,   monstrous hand.     “   we are not so different,   you and i.     we are both driven by dreams,   a lust for something new.    and we hunger for happiness,   and a peace that never comes.   ”

ˋ  ◞     *    @kingvolturi​   .     𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂  .

𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊  𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑  .   perhaps  in  search  of  sunlight  ,   which  she  misses  so  terribly  that  it  often  feels  like  a  physical  ache  between  her  ribs  .   lucy  is  uplifted  ,   however  ,   by  the  dark  shape  just  ahead  .   aro  has  never  given  her  a  need  to  fear  him  directly  .   and  she  cannot  stop  him  from  murdering  humans  ,   as  it  is  his  way  .

𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑     :     @kingvolturi​

❝ ——— 𝐂𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎,   master aro. ❞   it is spoken as a soft request for his attention, but she waits for no permission; feet bring her closer to him, not with the speed of their kind, but with rushed tapping as she nears. chin raised with ruby eyes shining  eagerly  for his company.

@kingvolturi​​ said : 🍎 an apologetic text.

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