#warstorn

@warstorn

     CURIOUS .  the  new  born  is   curious ,   her  emotions  betray  that  much .   wide  red  eyes ,  maria ,  the  name  whispered  like  a  curse ,  enough  to   make  the  most  broad  shouldered  and  brutish  amongst  them  nervous .  alice  has  only  ever  seen  her  from  a  distance ,  perched  by  the  major’s  shoulder .  a  tangle  of  dark  curls ,  sharp   features .  hovering  like  death  itself .  they  say  where  she  goes ,  screams  follow . 

             she  darts  closer  now ,  eager  to  hear .  more  than  half  of  the  newborns  here  had  maria  as  their  creator ,  but  all  of  them  refuse  to  even  utter  a  word .  alice  was  different --  she  had  woken  up  already  changed  and  found  herself  here ,  after  following  in  the  steps  of  the  major  one  cold  october  night .  she  knows  nothing  about  that  nightmare  of  a  woman . 

  @warstorn    |    COME  JOIN  HEATHER  IN  HELL .  

HE’S  COME  AS  A  FAVOUR  .  when  they  found  out   that  victoria  had  been  creating  a  newborn  army ,  alice   had   sent  out  a  letter  to  peter  and  charlotte ,  trusting  they  would  know  where  to  find  him .   and  he’d  come ,  guns  ablazing ,   even  going  as  far  as  to  provide  lessons  ;  the  family  was  a  little   ill   equipped  to  fight .  but  now  the  battle  was  over ,  they  had  won .   the  smell  of  smoke  and  ash  made  her  stomach  curl .  bodies  strewn  across  the  field ;  with  one  new  addition .  she  shudders  delicately  now ,  turning  to  watch  bella  and  her  brother .  silly  bella  and  her  little  stunt ,  but   now   edward   was  tending  to  her ,  an  absurdly  tender  look  on  his  face  as  he  ran  his  fingers  down  the  length  of  her  arm .  it  makes   alice   smile ,  to  see  her  brother  so  in  love .  

eyebrow arches upward, carmine hues flitting to the pixie-like creature perched ‘pon the counter top with carefully masked features. the corner of his mouth curling into a lopsided smirk, jasper closes the distance between them in a blink of the eye, fingers coming to rest ‘pon the unblemished perfection of her thigh. a tactic used to distract, though it was unlikely to work, as lithe frame settles to stand betwixt her legs.  ❛ & just what do you see, miss alice? ❜ a killer … a solider … a monster? there were so many options, so many labels applied to the major of the southern wars that they seemed to blur together despite perfect memory.

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a smirk curls ‘pon his lips, bright gaze falling to the vampire that had appeared at his side as involuntary chuckle rumbles within his chest. she had a HABIT of sneaking up on him. something not many still ALIVE could say.  ❛ well hello to you too, ms. cullen. ❜ accent curls ‘round each word, the words tumbling from honeyed tongue with practiced ease &playful fingers reaching out to tug gently at a lock of inky black hair. his visits had been fewer & further between in the last decade ; nothing of his own volition, simply issue after issue arising that required his attention before he could return to visit his favorite companion (though it’s unlikely one would ever hear him admit that ) ❛ did ‘ya see me comin’? ❜