#vampyras

Goth/Seductive based Feminfernal and Vampyras/Vampirigender moodboard! ^^ For an anon! Hope you like this!

the dark of the hall seems to SWALLOW the faint, golden light cast by the candelabra from her bedroom which now is held aloft before her as she creeps on quiet feet down the hall. it is dark - - - darker than it has been since the first time she entered, no light emanating from the lamps and an eerie silence drifting through the hall. she does not know if she has REMAINED IN HER ROOM LONG ENOUGH, but should THE COUNT try to chide her she thinks she may argue, for she did ask what time today she ought to leave and did not receive an answer. it has been almost a DAY now! he cannot expect her to remain in that room for so long, especially now that hunger has taken up residence within her.

𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑠  ,    𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙  ----    a cathedral  ,   constructed from the marrow of bones  ,   and consecrated flesh                    (    here  ,    the body of christ  ,   broken    /    here  ,   the blood of the martyr  ,   spilled    /    so that we may feast upon death  ,   and know that we are saved    )                    but god was not what ruled him  ,    and a man in ragged clothes from thousands of years ago did not hold sway over his beliefs  .    still  ,   if here were to believe in a god  ,   perhaps this was the closest he may ever get

❝    i would offer you tea  ,   but i have the strange feeling you would decline    ❞                     hands shake    tremors of illness  ,   even now  ,   even on his best days    throat is cleared  ,   turning towards the shadows  ,    and the glint of the moon  ,    and the strange creature that loomed before him  .   a breath  ,   the strain of a rotted heart hammering between cracked ribs  .   fear  .  .  .    and wonder  ,   strange thrill of terror  ,   all encompassed in a single glance                        ❝    if i asked who you were  ,    or why you were here  ,    would you tell me  ?    ❞

“my dear,” she interrupts. her hand reaches and squeezes his knuckles for attention. the other hand closes the scroll as she pulls closer. “if one of your progeny wanted to learn the ways of the solomonari - how would you go about it?” the school was still in progress to be opened fully but to be so close to that sort of power was too much of a temptation to bear. i need more!  “what would you require of them?”

and    perhaps    he    ate    the    stars    too     for the cloudless night overhead seemed darker  ,   drearier  ,    and the moon was the only dreadful light to guide his path through the thorns    &    brambles     ❝    you hunger  ,    but you do not know what for  .    there is an ache in your mind greater than hellfire    ❞

                        ❛ i’ve already made my decision, you’re not going to change that. ❜

HAD IT BEEN LATER INTO THE night, she would have blamed the apparition before her eyes on the drink. It had been easy to slip, as countless others before her had done, into alcohol in an effort to numb herself against the hell her life had become, to try and forget. But it was still early in her shift, the lamps had not long been light and the sun had not long set. Yet here this being stood, as sure as she upon the cobbles of the street. 

She wished to run, to race back to the attic she had been living in all these years, back to that drab room, cold for lack of fire, with remains of her once clean petticoat tacked up over the window. But she must remain, she must make coin. The memory of why always warmed her heart, her precious child. Each day she could not send what those people demanded of her, her mind conjured ever more hideous images of her angel, sick and wasting away. 

But could she remain in the eyeline of this being? He seemed to tower high above any man she had ever seen, making her feel more like the child she herself had once been, craning her neck to catch the eye of any passerby. Like a scared animal, Fantine yearned to dart down a side street. But she was not a scared animal. Steeling herself, she remained where she was. 

" or if i do, boy, you will never grow old and you will never die. you will come to know a hunger more insatiable than any you have ever encountered before. to live, you save the ones you love... but forsake yourself, in the end. " a brief pause as the storm rolled in; a great wall-cloud that had appeared as if by magic, hastened by a wind that only the gulls could feel. it blocked out the sun, brought thunder in the distance.

" is that what you desire? "     /     a  bite  from  @vampyras .

they have in no way left him for dead   —   but the narnians will not find their high king alive,   either :   the roots of the pillowy grass ‘neath his head have by now learned to  feed  on the blood seeping from the wound that runs a neat line through peter’s gut   &   wracks his entire body with irreparable agony each time he dares to breathe.   he has hours left.   minutes,   if he’s really lucky   —   but even after he is gone,   he knows narnia will still find a way for him to give the very earth everything he has left to offer.   perhaps he will never be found here,   on the far edges of the battlefield.   perhaps it’s better this way.   as his vision mists with  childish,   fearful tears,   he tries not to think about all he is losing in this process.

‘ i cannot save you ’,   comes a voice from above,   and peter’s lips form soundless shapes around the blood in his mouth ;   aslan,   thinks the dying boy   —   but the sudden shadowing of the sun behind a brewing storm tells him that this is not mere salvation from a reticent god.   to live,   you save the ones you love.   it echoes in his ears like a prophecy ;   a  promise.   peter is a soldier   —   but above all else,   he is a brother.   he has never needed a better reason to reassemble the broken pieces of himself   &   march on.   

he alone will bear the weight of the consequences that may come.   

❛ yes. ❜