#symphora

          ANY OTHER NIGHT she would have told that guy to take a hike already. not just because her voices already warned her that he had ill intentions, but because he was an actual DOUCHEBAG. she was looking to fall in love that night --- and every other night as well --- and he simply wouldn’t do. but she was curious. what would that human TRY against her? it could be fun to catch him in the act or even just play along and get an EASY MEAL out of it. 

          ❛ are we about to try the free arsenic? ❜ oh? she wasn’t looking yet, but she had already CAUGHT his movement, waving something over her drink. he wanted to DRUG her.  ❛ those lips bleed a putrid poison. ❜

           AFTER THE GUARDS had caught rosalie and lyanna on their way out of the keep together at night, all hell broke loose. rosalie’s family locked her up for days until she calmed down and only because she refused to eat. they arranged an engagement for her with some LORD she never met before and told her that it was the only way to erase her shameful behavior. after days upon days of fighting, crying and thinking about HER, rosalie decided to make a deal with her sister.

          she would get married. she would never tell ANYONE of what transpired between her and lyanna and she would OBEY if she could have lyanna with her. by her side. as her personal guard. mia warned her --- if that was a TRICK, she would regret it. it was, of course, but it also wasn’t. she couldn’t live without lyanna and that was the only way to still have her in her life.

          knowing her family, she would have other guards around almost all the time and they would rarely be alone together, but it was a start. the day before her wedding, she managed to actually escape her other guard and trick her handmaiden into GOING TO BED early and giving her some space. lyanna should have gotten her message earlier and would be there any moment now.

his detail-oriented critique   —   her stance,   how she was yet to learn to yield her body like an elegant weapon instead of throwing it around like a rubber ball   —   despite his vigorous,   if a bit chalky speech,   was ignored.     he met arianne with silence;     he’s been known to be a bit slow when it came to picking up hints,   a bit too oblivious for someone impatient.     dora’s and his courtship was no courtship at all,   but something that happened on accident,   or because it was the next natural step for their hearts to take.     reading anyone else has always been difficult,   their intentions splattered and all —— even with someone as forthcoming as the fledgling. 

it was the need to search for early signs of trouble that got in his way,   to avoid another plague taken physical form.     even surrounded by strong walls,   he couldn't seem to tear the ones within. 

aside from the scent of fresh blood,   he smells trouble.     his mouth turns like a warning,   able to maintain a polite smile.     ❛    gonna give you the benefit of the doubt if you start talking.    ❜     he is short on trust,   when it comes to outsiders;     the last vampires so bold had to be chased out with a threat of final death.     he looks down at the body;     pale,   breathless.       ❛    we’ve got rules here,   in New Orleans,   you know.    ❜   

 — IF THE MOON SMILED , SHE WOULD RESEMBLE YOU ; SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL .