#vespertinum

          Curiousity was what would spring to mind, wondering thoughts in search of any strange encounter of any other such being that she may have encountered in her times. Alas, nothing was to be found in the library of a mind she held. This would only heighten her wonder of the man before her. ❛ How strange, I cannot come to a conclusion of what you are. ❜ 

she  had  been  caught  red  handed  by  a  stranger ,  again  ! stupid  ,  stupid  girl  !  bloody  hands  smack  hard   against  her  pale  forehead -  stupid ,  stupid ,  STUPID  !  she  should've  lured  the  woman  farther  in  to  the  alleyway ,  but  she  was  hungry.  oh ,  she  was  starving  !  it  had  been  days  since  she  last  ate ,  who  could  blame  her  for  being  impatient  ?  NO  -  it  wasn't  her  fault ! “  she  was  d- d- d'uh- dead  when  i  found  her  !  ”  liar , liar ,  pants  on  fire  !  blood  still  dripped  fresh  and  warm  from  her  chin.  “  d- don't  --  don't ,  don't  look  !  don't  look  !  's fine ,  's  okay  !  p- perhaps  there  was  an  accident ??  ”  maybe  she  could  add  this  stranger  to  her  stash  of  leftovers  ?  yes.  a  perfect  idea  -  how CLEVER !  she'd  just  have  to  draw  him  in  closer .  “  l'uh- look ,  look  !  y'ew  s- s- sss- see  ?  . . c- come  'ere !  ”

i'm not even here yet but i had to!! 🥰🥰 he'll watch aquamarine... but only if he can make snide comments! he wears goth/alt styles a lot—but his go-to is a silk dress shirt and some tailored pants for the comfort and ease, so i think he only gets half a point there lmao. actually really loves tattoos, but they don't last for him so he doesn't have any. he gets them sometimes just for the fun of it, though, even if they end up disappearing a day later. and maybe he could be convinced to go clubbing with jen... maybe. especially if it's something underground.

ARE YOU JENNIFER'S TYPE ?

wolf        clad        in        silk        ,        claws        hidden        ‘neath        pearls        ﹠        gold        ━        𝑌𝑂𝑈        𝐷𝑂        𝐴        𝐺𝑂𝑂𝐷        𝐽𝑂𝐵        𝑂𝐹        𝐻𝐼𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺        𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑅        𝑊𝐼𝐿𝐷        !         mulberry        talons        curled        around        honeyed        liquid        ,        trickling        down        throat        with        such        frequency        .        saccharine        sweet        smile        curving        ‘cross        glossed        lips        ,        eyes        alight        with        sun’s        glow        .

heels        𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊        ━        𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊        ━        𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊         against        marble        floor        ,        settling        near        a        corner        ,        glad        to        escape        from        watchful        gazes        for        a        moment        .        (        DON’T        GET        TOO        COMFORTABLE        !        )        perfect        posture        resumed        ━        𝕠𝕟        𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙        𝕥𝕙𝕖        𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨         .        ❝         i        don’t        believe        we’ve        met        before        .         ❞

@vespertinum​        ♡’d        !

                                     "I'm not bleeding--" Gabriella paused in mid-sentence, furrowing her eyebrows at Louis. A feeling of something wet running down her calf caught her attention ... and with that, a small sharp pain registered. She walked over to a nearby log, resting her leg up and lifting up the bottom of her pants. "Oh--!" Gabriella gasped, her eyes widening at the obvious gash she’d acquired, "Oh my." How on earth could she have not felt that when she stumbled over? She shook the thoughts out of her head as she glanced back over to Louis. "I'm okay! Really, it's nothing ... I can get Dad to fix this up."

@vespertinum​​ asked :   ❛ You’ll not stop me! ❜

                                     "Louis, please!" Gabriella cried out fearfully: not fear of him and what he might do, but fear that he may hurt himself. She wasted no time whatsoever in rushing after him - running almost - to grab a hold of his hand. She reached Louis just enough to grab onto his forearm instead but even so her hold locked like vice around him: her nails clawing into the fabric of his shirt as if it were a desperate, silent plea for the hybrid to stay, to think twice before he did anything reckless. "Louis-- don't do this! Please! --For me." It was a long shot asking such a thing from him, to even think that it would have the slightest of impact, but Gabriella had to try.

@vespertinum​ asked :   👕

Send 👕 to wrap a coat around my muse

The simple gesture of kindness had been so sudden that Gabriella couldn't help but jump initially - caught completely by surprise (she didn't even hear Louis approaching her) - only to relax immediately upon seeing who it was that dropped the fabric across her shoulders. The coat was far too big for her small frame, it almost ate her up entirely. And yet, she had never felt as safe and secure as she did right then in that very moment. It reminded sweet Gabriella of all those times when she was a young child and she would hide underneath her blanket to protect herself from anything that scared her.

@vespertinum​ said:  ❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?