#taileat

Claudia suppresses a flinch as he raises his voice, echoes of Lestat in his cruelty and taunting. Still, she holds herself, barely a glare on her cold little face. That is, until he goes on and hairline cracks begin to form in her facade. Her face begins to twist like the lady doll's head she'd held in her hand and shattered with all the force she could muster back at the apartment.

She gestured for the auborn haired vampire to come to her. “You always reminded me of Ihy.” She said with a sharp, coy smile. “All joy and sadness. Why are you here?”

@taileat​ . 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋      

Haniel was walking in large, upset paces. Another empty conversation with her father, Metatron. He was mute, distant, disinterested. Just like every other day. When had he fallen into this catatonic state? She didn’t even remember. But now, he was as silent as God. Perhaps he simply despised her, perhaps he only cared about hearing the Word of God again.

His daughter or not, she was invisible to him, now.

She was not prone to fits of anger. Haniel had the composure of a soldier, stern, cold. But she was young and she was hurt. So, for once, her frustration was clear in the way she moved.

But when she saw Michael, she forced herself to calm down. To bring more peace to her features. Nothing would ruin her day even more, than to make a fool of herself in front of Them. In a few (more tranquil) steps, she was next to them. She spoke, but not before having saluted him properly. “Michael, hello.”

IWTV || Accepting

Michael is quiet for a moment, expression unreadable, as per. They don't ever pretend to know what Gabriel is going on about, so they sigh, shaking their head.

Sexting || Accepting

Camilla doesn't notice her phone buzzing at first, too engrossed in working through her own translation of Medea. Nothing serious, really. Just something she thought she would do on her own free time (which she admits she doesn't have much of between classes and Charles hovering over her constantly). So it's maybe twenty, thirty minutes before she finally checks her phone, and she blinks, a soft blush rising to her cheeks.

[TEXT]: Oh, I see. Thinking about me too much? You should tell me. As much detail as you'd like.

"i do remember you. Quiet, very smart, compassionate ..... Unusually compassionate for such a little thing. "  from gabriel :> || @taileat​

“Oh ...”

She doesn’t mean to stare at him, exactly. In part because it felt a little like staring at the sun, somehow both bright, and painfully frightening. But she felt a little like a mouse being studied in a lab, suddenly, and it didn’t exactly embolden her in any real way. 

“Everyone did always say that I was a pleasure to have in class...” She pauses, trailing off before she clears her throat in an effort to take a breath. 

softer shippy prompts [accepting] [x]

@taileat​ said:  bed ✨ perhaps robin's first time in India's room?

[ bed ] — our muses share a bed

You can always tell the key to someone’s heart and soul through their bedroom. A place where they can be themselves, a respite from the world, or even from others in the house. It was supposed to be your sanctuary, your nest. 

Robin felt as if she were intruding upon India’s space here, even if part of her was overjoyed at being able to do normal “girl” things with her friend. A sleepover. Gods, had she really never had one before?

Well, that wasn’t necessarily true. Her brother got his own room when he turned 8. She was painfully lonely, 7 years old, trying to be a big girl and deal with it without running to her parents’ room or sneaking into Haruki’s.

Her big brother had grabbed all her blankets and pillows he could carry and insisted they make a fort in his new room. They had fallen asleep there together. Her first sleepover, her uncountable reminder of the love of her sibling.

All that was gone now. She turned over, staring at the woman she called a friend, just listening to India’s soft breathing. Robin is quiet. Still as a mouse.