Jun 21
LOUIS AND THE CLAUDIA LOOKALIKE
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LOUIS AND THE CLAUDIA LOOKALIKE
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@daluy0ng
LOCATION: envy, out back. FOR: puriel crawford.
RARELY EVER DOES REGINA feel like she's gasping for air. while she's always been dramatic -- she prefers the term passionate, there's something in the air. something that even she knows to fear. and yet, here she is: pretending. pretending like she doesn't feel her bloodlust crawling in her throat. while she's always been aware of it, in fact -- she's embraced it, she practically smells the fear around her. is it intermingaling with her own, after a lifetime of feeding off of it? she's been pacing the length of the smoking area for the past twenty minutes -- fighting to keep it together. not out of sadness, not out of anger, but out of determination. out of her stubborn nature to win. regina sivori never lost.
the last thing she wants is to be in the company of someone else. her razor-sharp red manicure digs into the flesh of her palms -- lacking the grounding she needed. when the vampire started, there was certainly nothing bringing her down. that is -- until she nearly crashes into the last person she expected to see. " fucking hell -- " regina mutters, a hand coming to rest on her heart. puriel. before saying anything else, she finds herself exhaling. she doesn't need this, regina's discomfort. again -- it was odd. she never saw the appeal in living her life to appease other people. she expressed only for herself. and yet, puriel gave her pause. " how the hell did you get from the bar to out here so quickly? you really are fucking fast. "
@reubengxrcia​
Was Regina proud of the obnoxiously large stuffed unicorn that she had won? Hell yeah she was. The thing was practically bigger than her and considering her small stature, this wasn’t saying much. Someone would have to pry the stuffed animal from her cold, dead hands and everyone around her certainly knew it. What name did she give it? The obvious choice, of course. Petunia. Petunia the unicorn was officially her new favorite thing in existance.Â
Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, that is, except for Professor Garcia. He was sitting there on his pompous ass, giving her some stank face that was definitely unwarranted, and she wasn’t about to let him shit on her fun. Reuben Garcia was one of the last people who should have that kind of power over her. Regardless, the dhampir truly didn’t know how to keep her mouth shut and she just couldn’t back away from any kind of fight.Â
“Do I have something on my face?” She eventually asked, raising her eyebrows as she clutched the unicorn in her right hand. “Either that or you look like you smelled something rank, dude.”
this OUAT season is so, so, so, so depressingly terrible BUT I KEEP WATCHING IT. WHY.
@lastingstargaze​
LOCATION: Puerto Rico.
Regina certainly hadn’t expected to be sent down to Puerto Rico. The flight had certainly been a bit of an adventure... who was Regina kidding, she slept the whole time. Perhaps the first restful sleep that she had experienced in years. The most exciting part, she realized is that Professor Garcia probably had no idea that she was coming. While he tended to be a bit more stern around most, they seemed to have a mutual respect for each other. He did call her a good dhampir, after all.  This could either be catastrophic, or oddly cordial. She’d just have to wait and see.Â
Most of the staff knew that she was coming, or at least that was what she had been told. She wasn’t going to ponder that - she’d barge in if she had to. Eyes running over the walls of the outside of the house, she couldn’t help but smirk. Of course Garcia lived an annoyingly lavish lifestyle. That was something she wasn’t surprised by. It seemed rather surprising when she stumbled upon him, as if this wasn’t the grounds of his family’s home.
“What’s up, Garcia?” She smirked, leaning against a nearby podium. The look on his face told he he hadn’t been made aware of her presence. “You look… less excited to see me than usual.”
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@jordanaslani​
Regina wasn’t usually the kind of person to do this, as she normally kept to her circle and training-wise, she focused on herself. She was just as shocked as he was when she had told Jordan: meet me by the lake, we both need the sparring practice. The brunette had seen him in combat classes, trying his best all while flailing around quite aimlessly at the same time. Many might have asked: what changed? Why was she helping him?
She knew Giselle Clarke through mutual friends but what was more noticeable was the way he clearly cared for her. In a way, she understood, considering her friendship with the prince. Jordan wanted to be better for Giselle, but he didn’t know where to start. That, she hoped, was where she came in.
“Jordan!” She called out as she noticed him pass, waving to get his attention. “Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?”
A LETTER TO MY BROTHER: REGINA VOLK.
TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of self-hate, mental health
MENTIONS: @damienramos​ , @acadxmiia​ , @garrickxwan​ , @leighvaughn​