#roseguided

@roseguided requested: DREAM & CALLIOPE.

❝ I INTEND TO BE HERE for as long as you will let me, calliope. there are no tricks, or bargains. i am here now for YOU. ❞ the dark gaze of the dream lord is intent on ex-wife's features, the LONGING in the air between them practically tangible. the red string of fate has wound them together in the past, just as it does now, tightening its grip before the inevitable CUT of his thread. they need to recover & recuperate their commitment to her now, before anything else ― for both of their sakes. ❝ i cannot promise that i will be able to stay forever, however much that i'd like to. there are matters beyond my control that may interfere. ❞ he warns her, because they need her to KNOW the risks going into this ― they want her informed consent before beginning anything ; to do without would be irresponsible. ❝ but i have MISSED you, calliope. that much is true. & if you will allow me . . . i can show you just how much. ❞

❛   I BOUGHT YOU THIS. hand crafted. 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓴. ❜ a proud smile curves lestat's lips as he holds up a beautiful dress , perfectly matched to @roseguided's proportions &* measurements. ❛ i figured it was about time you stopped stealing off corpses , hm ? blood stains are so difficult to get out of fabric.   this is one of a kind -- 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 , 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒. ❜

exhausting ,   that's  what  it  was .          always  circling  around  the  same  problem ,   if  it  even  was  one  to  begin  with .          they  had  married ,   they  had  children  together ,   was  it  not  enough ?          he  was  the  king  consort ,   he  would  start  acting  like  it  now  that  she  took  back  what  was  hers ,   what  else  could  he  possibly  want  out  of  her ?          he  had  power ,   he  had  seat  next  to  her  in  that  throne  room   &&   he'd  have  a  crown  upon  his  brow  if  he  wanted  one .          truthfully ,   she  had  outgrown  him .          that  love  she  had  felt  for  him  since  a  young  age ,   it  had  long  dissipated ,   left  her  body ,   her  heart ,   her  soul .          his  loyalty ,   his  protection ,   she  was  grateful  for  all  of  it ,   yet  he  wanted  more .          he  had  her ,   he's  had  her  since  she  was  just  a  girl   &&   gods  forbid  that  name  slipped  past  her  lips  even  if  it  was  for  a  bitter  retort  regarding  that  woman . 

𓈒 ◌ ‎ ▊▍        @roseguided   ft.   daemon   :   sent      ›      hands grip the back of a chair the moment the name 'alicent' is uttered by rhaenyra.  it makes daemon draw in a breath only to shove it out of his nose with a shake of the head.   what was it with that lying whore of a queen that had rhaenyra so ... enthralled?  why does it always circle back to her ... head lifts, eyes settling on her:    "  why should i care about her ? "  demands daemon,    "  she's a traitor.  she helped aid in the usurpation of your throne !   cut off her fucking head and be done with it. " 

parker hadn't expected it to be dark outside when he left the office. the sun had already fully gone down, and when he checks his watch through a hazy set of eyes, he realizes that it's nearly midnight. the quiet fuck that is muttered beneath his breath as he runs calloused hands over tired features is given due to the knowledge that he was supposed to be home hours ago. parker had promised he'd make it for dinner tonight, that he'd be there to have, what amelia called, family time. she was going to kill him, and at this point, parker wouldn't blame her. the agent drives home, sitting in front of the house - lights still on through the curtains - taking a few sips from the flask he keeps in the glovebox before he makes his way inside. once inside the door, he's met by a wife who is already expecting him. parker can't look at amelia as he takes of his shoes, his jacket, walking past her into the kitchen to poor himself a glass of orange juice. 'i'm sorry,' he finally says as he turns, leaning back against the counter as eyes finally find amelia. 'i lost track've time,' @roseguided.

@roseguided asked: [OFFERING] The sender offers their neck to the receiver. / akasha, bc . . well, bc

amber eyes stare in awe as akasha bares her neck to him. there's reverence in his amber gaze, the silence speaking volumes between them. he's no fool to think any vampire ( much less himself ) was entitled to the ancient blood. oh, there's a moment of apprehension, as if he had mistaken her cues. one hand rests at her waist, the other sliding over her neck, fingertips brushing over smooth, cool skin.

he feels the tips of his fangs against his tongue, gazing longingly over her artery. fingers grip one side of her neck as he leans in, eyes closing as his mouth opens to sink his teeth into her flesh. he draws her blood in, warranting a soft, pleasant sound as he drinks. it's like a powerful flame spreading through his veins, burning delightfully through his every cell.

there's something remarkable about feeding from a vampire older, stronger. as if he were receiving just a taste of vulnerability in another predator. only she's not just another, but the beginning.

he's been well behaved, in his own opinion. putting up with those lower than him wasn't always an easy feat. humans are such crass creatures, always inserting their incorrect opinions and inappropriate ideas where they did not belong. hannibal could only put up with so much, couldn't he? which is why their dinner guest's head now laid in his chicken cordon bleu, blood gushing from the fresh wound at the back of his head. 'his comments regarding your appearance were offensive — he clearly did not understand proper dining etiquette,' poised and stoic as always, hannibal straightened his vest and retook his seat at the head of the table, resuming his meal, chewing as he looked from the dead man to clarice. 'he is much quieter this way,' @roseguided.

only someone extremely prone to danger would sleep in front of a vampire.      she was a fragile little person, their isabella.      still ao contrary of what the rest of her family thought, alice did not share the sentiment that she required protection all the time.      most time?      indeed, but not all.      there was iron just roughly beneath the surface of her mortal skin that called for something otherworldly, something from their world and not hers.      and besides, she could protect herself from their gifts —- edward’s annoying but useful mind reading,  jasper’s mood control and her visions.      alice moved uncomfortably thinking of it.      anxiety inducing, fear bringer to turn mind into such direction.      and, of course, extremely hypocritical of hers to judge her family when she so selfishly did the same thing now watching her sleep, wondering what dangers could be waiting around the corner that she couldn’t predict.      what good was her existence if it didn’t protect those she loved until the depths of her abilities?      

@roseguided's bella sent: [ sleep ] sender manages to fall asleep in receiver's presence.