⛥ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧-𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙

@wandersung​  ———  Sarah and Christine commiserating over their 'yoinky boyfriends' ...we need it

OH, WHAT LOVELY THINGS   she could share !   for her darkest shadow was yet the brightest star in her sky, & she so adored to share with those willing to hear her speak of her elegant husband. the man at her side, taller than the very keystones that decorated the brocade archways of the theatre. twice as illustrious, his very presence a spell. sarah was proud upon his arm; gazing not with envy at those who were enchanted by him, but with a boastful smile.

though absent, his presence remained, leaving the mystery for the woman to call her own. with lips drawn in a smile, the subtle curves of her red dress swaying with her step, she perused the dressing room for her own: quiant !   it had all the qualities of a classic beauty, befitting of the young starlet. sarah’s gaze passed over the mirror for but a moment, before she quickly sat herself, crossing palms in her lap & whispering in silken, sweet, accented tongue.

❝ ——— you have taken notice of my husband. ❞   clever girl loves best to share the word in the world for all to hear, it so tickles her heart. her eyes gleam in wonder as she speaks, gazing upon the soprano, hoping to draw from her what she so desires to hear: of how handsome & drawing the count is, how he commands a room. far rude to draw from the glory of the songstress !   for her attentions were not upon her performance, but on the face of her lover as he listened, sitting nearer. oh, for the nostalgia of the song they had once shared...

the count had always found it strange  that the simplest trick of naked flesh could captivate him so.     for the better half of four minutes he had watched her fingers climb him,   stretching across the expanse of his dolman until she’d caressed each and every thread.     his mouth tightened as she became softer,   more sensuous,   and more indulgent in her touch,   and came to realize that no part of him felt satisfied under the weight of her feminine hand.     there was no sweet wine cool against his lips,   or coming wet across his tongue;  and it pained him that although she lavished upon him her affections,   his body could not appreciate the pleasure of her touch.

TO LEAVE BEHIND HIS HOME.     the place of his rebirth.    he wondered if he could.    leave the dark walls of a castle so dreadful that it frightened away the wolves.     with spires dark and sharp and spindly that reached up to the moon to grasp it in their claws.     still,   in his answer bore the slightest trace of hope.     one could only guess what dreams of foreign wonder lay dormant in the vampire’s dark imagination.    

                         “  that i should come to see this land in in its entirety would be my greatest wish.    but they say that dead travel fast,   and never bask for pleasure.      and i do not yet possess the capability to travel beneath the day.  ”

IF ONLY BUT HE KNEW.   what beauty lay just beyond the gates, far out in the world before him, not squandered here under the count’s churning skies: mad with his undying hatred. yet, perhaps she was only too young to see what foulness it all was, when set aside her curiosity. the constructions of men & their folly nothing but monuments to their cruelty. but even spite could not curse her, for she desired too dearly to  live.

❝ ——— then let us travel by night. bury ourselves, if we must, to hide from the light of day. ❞   tender fingers reach to prop against his regal jaw, stroking pale flesh to bring his stormy gaze upon her. thirsting, wondrous eyes fall upon his, wanting less for blood & more for adventure. wanderlust that goes unquenched within the walls of his castle, so fervently wishing to see her count at his most becoming: black wings set against the night sky, flying free, a shadow across the mountains.

a fondness grasps her, suddenly. for fingers spread loving across the expanse of his chin, cradling the flesh in her palm. clammy thumb rolls across his pale skin, a sneaking smile causing lips to curl; not in ecstasy, but a calm & knowing romance.

❛       yes     ,     i     do     think     i’ve     slumbered     far     too     long     to     do     so     again      .      ❜

———      as     a     human     ,     princess     had     dreamt     of     blue     skies     ,     the     soft     breeze     and     sunshine     .     yet     the     dreams     of     her     curse     -     sleep     had     been     less     than     gentle     ,     often     nightmares     filled     with     flame     and     terror     .     the     newest     bride     in     comparison     proved     a     welcome     distraction     to     the     memory     of     them     ,     a     companion     to     bring     her     back     to     her     youth     -     -     -     the     hands     in     her     hair     reminiscent     of     those     of     ladies     maids     .     ❛     i     dream     now     -     is     that     not     more     important     ?     ❜

𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑.   talons of her fine claws were gentle as they played in the rich hair of the other, fascinated by how easily they caught the light, bending it back to her as if reflecting off polished gold. never before had sarah shared in the games of braids & knots that young girls did, only ever plaiting her own hair. for now, however, she would be satisfied with laying attention over pale scalp with gentle touch... mimicking the caress of her elder matrons.

affection bears down it’s sweet touch to her auburn curls, talons so very gingerly scraping against sarah’s scalp. verona wears a fixed smile though her eyes warm the icy gaze she previously held. nostalgia washes over her like a calm wave. she remembers when she used to be like that, her own head resting against her husband’s shoulder when they’ve shared a feast. it’s hope and how it has dulled like a blunt knife for the queen. “my homeland?” serene purr rumbles her chest. “it was always warm and sunny,” she reminisces for her, “my family’s manor lived at the edge of the sea and in the distance, the towers would look taller than the sun when it was setting.” her hand continues to toy with her hair, “and the gardens, little one, would have been your favorite. full of life and animals that would find nests in our flowers. perhaps we’ll have krolock pave you your very own. would you like that?” she smiles more openly.

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑,   the bride’s very countenance stirs with all the regalia of her dearest sire. but there is still something in her, something yet more motherly than the count’s cold hand, that causes sarah to fold like a child in her embrace. the illusion of warmth that enfolds her is as lovely as the sunlight of fair venice, which she can almost feel, bringing her dead flesh to life...

discomfort boiled in the very fabric of his composure,   urging him to tense up his muscles into the veritable stone he knew they could be.     it had become second nature to him to push away the warm and gentle,   and instead embrace the cold of solitude.                   but instead,   pushed away was this overwhelming urge,   choosing instead to force his statuesque cadaver into a state of utter stillness.     her touch was fire,   threatening to burn him from the inside out,   threatening to wipe clean his very soul and cast him to the devils for what atrocity he had committed.     to allow this angel to forsake her very soul,   to commit herself to the night,   to pledge herself to the dark !

                    “  too many a thing.  ”    he answers thoughtfully,   returning his gaze to the score of lavish oil paintings that patterned the castle’s brocade.     one of them is new;   red curls and red gown sitting pretty on a canvas with brushes cast aside,  unfinished by an artist who’d met his untimely end.   for her sake the count found himself drawing breath into cavernous lungs, the relief of foreign vulnerability   (  so,   so mortal a thing  )   creeping up his spine.  

“  for a hundred years longer could our kind live and thrive in the embrace of endless night,    and for a hundred years more shall i crave something to alleviate this boredom.   but eternity is boring.   and my suffering has become as dull to my heart as a blunted sword.  ”

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄   did she desire to comfort, finding not a bone in her body that wished to nurture, craving instead that selfish freedom that she might care for her own existence; small as it may be, feebly as it may shine, at liberty to spread her wings and take flight. but, for the count who had so graciously cared for her, saved her, she desired nothing more than to bring peace. whether one moment, to alleviate the endless sorrow she had heard him sing of, or an eternity. to bring her angel solace...

though, not at her own expense.

❝ ——— then, you wish to feel ?   ❞   pointed chin finds home against his clavicle. fingers, clawed in their beautiful cruelty, stroke the brocade stretch of his chest. teasing rich fabrics & buttons pinned to crushed velvet. loveliest count, she would have him pressed in silk. smile finds her ruby lips once more, seeming to glitter as gems do at the stretch of fondness, her locks falling wildly about one of the other’s lofty shoulders.   

𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑     :     @draculyr​

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍,   yet it is all she desires; freedom to sink her teeth into the night, seek the stars in the sky. her face is stained, the bosom of her dress dripping gore, as lips shine with ichor ——— still a  messy eater.  fangs clumsy, the seal of her lips not enough to claim every drop. yet, with eager, greedy fingers, she lifts what is wasted to her mouth, tasting her meal.

then they rise, turning to her lover. the ferality of her gaze sobers, for but a moment, turning fond as she offers gore-soaked fingers to him.  to taste, to feed.  they rest just above the curve of his dark lip, as soft voice, dripping venom, beckons him to taste.

𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑     :     @kingvolturi​

❝ ——— 𝐂𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎,   master aro. ❞   it is spoken as a soft request for his attention, but she waits for no permission; feet bring her closer to him, not with the speed of their kind, but with rushed tapping as she nears. chin raised with ruby eyes shining  eagerly  for his company.

𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑     :     @heldrage​

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘.   curiosity had brought her back to the country, yearning to see that which had taken her angel’s attention, & had found herself surrounded by an agreeable sort of people. of what politics transpired between her husband & those nobles of volterra she knew very little. but she had found their hospitality warm, if not for the troublesome rules of  feeding.

𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑     :     @faeblcssed​

𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 !   the little princess was lovely, far more vibrant than the other souls that inhabited the count’s castle ——— rather she would sit & braid ribbons in her hair, hear of her short life, than sit at the side of decaying kings to hear of great battles, terribly boring, vulgar topics. lathing petite fingers through her hair, sarah smiles. allows the gentle curls of her hair to fall through them like water.

𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑     :     @movrningbride​

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒   still glowing with the last of a dying humanity behold her, auburn ringlets curled about her cheek & falling upon her shoulder. painted lips pull in a smile; eyes lingering fondly upon the stern face of her dear companion, as palled chin falls upon her knee, gazing up at her with the curiosity of a child.