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@volturimaster asked:

how long has it been , 300 , 400 years ? - didyme

Didyme was frozen in place, the only thing moving was the flickering of emotion over her face as she stared at Aro. Pain, anger, hatred, fear, sorrow, regret, yearning, love. How was it possible to feel so much simultaneously for one person? And yet, as she stared at her brother for the first time in ages, her heart felt near to ripping itself apart.

Finally, her expression settled into a singular, suspicious wariness. ❝Give or take a few decades,❞ she answered him after a moment. Her voice was quiet, but there was a tense edge to it, unable to forget their last meeting.

Her eyes slid from him to look around to see if he was alone or if there was some guards or who knew what waiting to attack. ❝I didn't expect to see you again.❞ More than that, she had hoped that this day would never come, the fear of what might happen not something she had wanted to confront.

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It isn't particularly often that Aro leaves Italy, and yet here he is. Carlisle greeted him as one would expect an old friend to. There were smiles and handshakes all round; he asked after Caius and Marcus, but apparently he had come alone.

For the first time since Edward's departure, Esme was glad he wasn't here. And yet, she couldn't help but selfishly wish he was here. At least she wouldn't have to face Aro alone.

"I'm glad," she replied, her gaze unable to meet his own. "This house means a lot to me, and Carlisle allowed me the reigns in its design and decoration."

@volturimaster asked ❝ all you need to do is take my hand, come on. ❞ - Maria

Stupid. She had been stupid, too reckless; something she had been so careful for the past several centuries not to be. The line between expanding her territory and not drawing the attention of the Italians was paper thin but she thought she had managed the dance so well, so delicately. Were it not for her trying to get her old lieutenant Whitlock back in line, leaving her army to be overseen by an arguably inferior replacement, she would maybe now not be faced with the threat of having her Queendom cut down. While Maria secretly did not acknowledge this strange, ancient covens dominion over the vampiric world - especially not over her territory - she had never been foolish enough to test them or admit it. Not yet. Many allied covens in the region had fallen from trying. They may not have been her rulers, but they had a power she was not prepared to challenge. Until now, that was. Now she didn't have a choice. She saw the two choices in front of her blaring from the red eyes of the ancient without him needing to say it, despite his calmness; bend the knee or die.

She isn't sure why the strange, dark-haired vampire wants her hand but all the survival instincts surging through her told her it wasn't good. Breath catches in her throat as she takes in her surroundings, the walls of the canyon seeming as though they were closing in. She is cornered, several of the guard blocking her exit as their presumed leader stalks toward her. A situation the Mexican commander is usually on the other end of, but now her own army was nowhere to be found. She was alone. A vulnerability she hasn't felt in centuries. Swallowing the rage bubbling from within - fighting this was no use - she tries the only other tool at her disposal. Her wits. "Qué es esto? I can assure you I have been careful." Another careful step backward, rocks crunching beneath her heel. "I only change strays, those half-dead already, those no one would miss." While she hardly showed it, Maria felt a sense of affection for her progeny. The forgotten, the beaten down. Like herself in her humanity. They would show the world who they really were; no one would forget their names again. Despite the thought, Maria continues to plead her case. "I keep them in line. No rules have been broken."

The wolf felt uneasy here. Caspian looked up. He swallowed a lump. “ I am here because I hope our kind can get along better..” he says. Caspian knew that wasn’t going to be an over night thing. The wolf looked at the pale face and red eyes. Make one wrong move and he’s dead. The wolf guards were tense too. They growled showing their teeth. They didn’t like the smell nor the presence. Caspian tried to keep an open mind. These could be potential allies. Then again with the history of werewolf and vampire rivalries, it might not be smooth. Caspian felt a tension. He didn’t want to feel that way.

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His hand remains between them, the faintest trace of what she can only describe as a smile lingering against his lips, but it doesn't reach his eyes— it never does, and she thinks he knows that too.

If her heart still beat, it would be thudding against her ribcage. All that remains is silence. Even her breathing has ceased. She had tried to master the art of disguising her fear like this while with Charles, but mortals had to breathe and Charles, despite her efforts, could always hear the way her breathing spiked when he circled her like prey.

Esme deliberately keeps her hands down by her sides. There are secrets worth keeping; he uses her coven as a bargaining chip, she won't allow him her past, too.