#rosewilts

But then it made me think of my Grandad too. I lost him last year. And he always called me ‘Peanut’… which makes me think of Sgt. Martin softly calling me ‘Peanut’ and now I desperately want a Sgt. Martin hug…

                    The festival had been going on for a few nights now, and even with the moon hanging low in the sky Zacharie found himself in the midst of the crowds once again. Originally he hadn’t believed that he would have enjoyed the city’s festival as much as he had, but he was a little sad to see that the final night had come. He’d been wandering about for a few hours now, taking in some of the things that he had missed earlier in the week. As he was inspecting one of the booths, selling a variety of little trinkets, a familiar scent reached his nose. 

                    Pulling himself away from the booth to investigate. The lycan couldn’t help but smile as his gaze landed on the familiar vampire heiress. He knew better though than to just go over to her. Surely she would have a set of guard dogs somewhere close by just waiting for someone like him to approach her. He paused, watching her for a moment before allowing himself to move toward her. After all she looked like she was a bit lost, making him think that she was in fact alone. 

I decided to make myself a blog since I wanted to join in on the fun too!

I'm a fictive of a possessed Steph. Little thing thought me possessing her would do some good.

She was easy to trick really.

Now you can ask questions or whatever. It doesn't really matter to me what you do.

Tags I'll will be using!

#petalsflow - Just answering asks

#rosewilts - just me talking

🎃 - attempt to scare my muse

emiko would not be able to tell you how she found herself in the common space with lena, of all people, on a friday night. perhaps it was that they were both fledglings forced to stay in the manor and with nowhere else to go, that’s where they found themselves. she had a book in her lap, long forgotten as she listened to the immortal princess, though her bored expression did not change. minutes ago, the younger girl had demanded her attention and she reluctantly gave it, not that she would admit herself to being bored as well.

but that seemed like a mistake as her brows furrowed and she resisted in asking another question. emiko had interrupted lena five times since the royal began her storytelling, and was threatened with no ending if she did so again. naturally, she had responded with a scoff, but did keep her lips sealed. old stories like these were not always written down, and it could serve to be important for her research. or so she reasoned to herself. ( if she really let her mind wander, she’d wonder if this was what sleepovers were like, something she rarely had growing up ). 

“...so the couple went up the hill with the cake...”

that was one more inconsistency that she wanted to point out, nails scratched her palms to keep them silent, and she took a sip of her drink instead. 

“...and just as they heard a sound from behind them, the door of the house opened...”

noticing that the story was about to end, emi had unconsciously leaned in, curiosity at what happened unmasked. fingers gripped the cup in her hands, anticipation to know the couple’s fate. 

“...the lady turned around to accept it, and smiled as she spoke, ‘oh, that unmarked plot? it’s reserved.’ 

‘for who?’ the man asked.

'for... YOU.'” the shout from lena came out of nowhere, loud and echoed in the room. it had startled emi more than scared her, indicated by the slight jolt of her shoulders. if she wasn’t holding the mug, she’d probably have jumped and somehow she was grateful that she’d already been using it as an anchor for the suspense. 

she let out a deep sigh, frown evident, as lena smiled, all teeth and giggles. “that... was a terrible story.” she shook her head.

“since you spend all your time in the library, do you have a better one then?” a challenge.

and emiko was not one to back down from a challenge. 

while he’s been making the rounds, meeting some of the closest people that he holds to his heart, he hasn’t been able to see the first person he’d wanted to see — magdalena. and there were a couple explanations for this. for one, he knows this expulsion has cursed him a bit in that any vampire who hangs around him could be seen as equally traitorous, thus deeming them tainted in their community. and the last thing he’d want to do was get lena in any sort of trouble with anyone, especially because he just selfishly wanted to see her. but truthfully, the greatest reason was that he wasn’t sure how he would handle their reunion. he often wondered if the ache of lost time and her potentially now-contaminated view of him outweighed the ache he felt missing her and having to leave her behind.

michel doesn’t get much time to think about a reunion as it happens in front of him. he does a double take, not believing his luck, but he knows that face much too well. however, it only takes a couple beats for their gaze to meet and he’s abruptly forced himself to confront the pain he’s been burying for years. as gray blue irises bashfully greet those dearly missed aquamarine hues, he’s brought back to that last sight of the mansion and all their moments that they naively took for granted together. to the times he read to her, and they danced together, and he held her during thunderstorms. the times they’ve managed to somehow bring light to their darkest corners of the world. he sees the person who has given his life purpose and a drive to be better, when his heart was increasingly becoming poisoned by cynicism. but behind those eyes, he could only imagine the judgement she’s had years to harbor towards him, for not sealing their two decades shared with, at the very least, a goodbye.

but suddenly, he has to look away. because for a moment, he could’ve sworn he saw hélène, his human daughter. all of it felt just as debilitating as the last moment he made eye contact with her. she was too young to comprehend that she was returning the gaze of her biological father in his immortal state. but all he could dream for was that she understood who he was, and that’s why she looked back at him that day. it’s a memory he hasn’t thought about in centuries and for good reason. but he knows why it resurfaced as he looked to magdalena — it’s probably why he gravitated to her from the moment she was born. because she was the closest he’s ever felt to a family since the last day of his mortality. becoming a fledgling, he lost everything that gave him a sense of happiness and he ached for years for his family. but when lena was born — it’s like he could feel their presence again. like he was getting a second chance at that happiness. at a family. and as he swallows and musters the courage to meet her gaze once more, he releases a small sigh of relief because he’s finally home.

                                                            🎀

               “It’s very scary in the afternoon when the sky turns all red.”

                                      {🎀}: Staring at the glare of the morning heat made the young girl briefly calculate how long she had been admiring the sky. Chelsy continued to walk along the trail, delivering goods to her dear grandmother and get the medicine for her mother and return back home before dark.

                                      Always the same routine once a week, but the other days are spent on doing chores and helping mother. Chelsy wanted to go to school like the other children, but from her mother’s state, she had to stay and help because there was no other person to take care of her.

                                            She stops immediately after discovering another girl standing over the bridge leading to her grandmother’s cottage, Chelsy squeaks in surprise, easily detecting her own location.