Tag Drop 2

ANSWERED ASK - MARIA

@devilsanddarlings asked "didn't think I'd see you again" (from jasper) (x)

Crimson lips curl in an almost devilish smirk knowing she had the element of surprise on her side. It always caught another off guard. And there was no one whose guard she wanted down more than Jasper Whitlock - not only so she could sink her tendrils under his skin as she so enjoyed, but because she'd seen what fearsome opposition he could become when challenged. "But you hoped you would si, mi amor?" Her sparkling browns, almost catlike, narrow as she slinks closer like a predator closing in on their prey. Such had always been their game "Haven't you missed me?"

"CAN WE TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED?" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

so how long are you going to avoid me?

we should really talk about it.

can we just clear the air?

sit down for a second and talk to me.

i wish you would just look at me for two seconds.

explain to me how that happened.

you handled that a lot better than i expected.

when were you going to tell me the truth about that?

i think it's time we started being honest with one another.

it doesn't do us any good to stay quiet.

you told me you'd tell me the truth. i'm still waiting.

i was hoping for some answers.

what more do you need to hear?

i saw what you did.

when did this start happening?

start from the beginning.

that was a little abrupt.

when did you learn how to do that?

so... that's new.

they called you [title]. why did they call you that?

is there something you're not telling me?

i'd like to discuss what happened between us.

this is going to be really awkward, i'm sure.

when did they start taking orders from you?

who died and made you king?

i missed the part where that was my problem.

you could have given me a heads up.

so... we're just not going to address that?

i saw what happened.

that could have been worse.

you made a mockery of them.

i appreciate what you did for me back there.

you didn't have to stand up for me, and yet you did.

how long have you been planning that?

i think it's about time i was included in these discussions.

you know i could have helped with that.

you got a little scary back there.

i was so certain they were going to kill us.

where'd you learn to pull a stunt like that?

did that really just happen?

i owe you my life.

give me a heads up next time.

you have more power than i thought.

so... is someone going to fill me in?

Hands fold delicately beneath her chin, large brown doe eyes watching with interest as he takes her in. Likely trying to figure her out. They all did it, humans and vampires alike. She didn't fit into their definable boxes that separated them from one another. Humans knew - without always knowing how or why - that she was different. Vampires often wondered the nature of her fluttering heartbeat. How she smelt like them yet with something alive inside. Serena often wondered that part herself, how something so unnatural had the capacity to be born just like a human. It didn't become any easier, watching her siblings births. Perhaps that was why she liked to drink, to forget.

Though it seemed she would have a harder time convincing this one to grant her every whim. Human bartenders, human men especially, were easy. Malleable, so single minded that the mere thought of getting close to a creature like her had them falling over themselves to please her. It did become a little boring after a time. She didn't so mind the challenge or being levelled with. Head tilts ever so slightly as she takes him in this time, wondering just how old he was. His smile playful but his eyes told a deeper story that have her leaning closer to try and drink them in. "I heard you, but I was hoping you might make an exception." She pouts, before shrugging and leaning back.

Turning to take in the place properly before turning back to him, she raises a brow. "Not a very good business model, this. You could be bringing in some other types of clientele." Leaning down beside the bar, Serena picks up what looks like some sort of jewelry piece adorned with an upside down cross scattered in tacky, fake red diamonds in the shape of blood drops. "Ones who aren't children playing make believe."

Malakai watched her approach from his peripheral while he continued his task of cleaning the night's used glasses. When she took a seat, he slid a glass into place and dropped his towel on the counter. His hands found resting places on the edge of the sink. Now he looked at her. Really looked at her, not just the glance he gave her when she'd walked in.

There was a slight narrowing of his eyes and his nose twitched ever so slightly. For a moment, he considered turning her out. He didn't care about the bills she pushed across the counter, the register was already closed and shut down for the night. It was one of the first things he did after the last patron had filtered out of the club. But he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been intrigued by her the moment she sat down. Something was different. Not quite human, not quite vampire. An amused smile spread across his lips. "Did you miss the part where I said last call already happened?" he teased lightly.

One hand lifted to motion around the silent club. The overhead lights were on, but the colorful dance floor lights, the stage's spotlights, and the LED strips that helped contribute to the atmosphere during operating hours had been shut off. "In case you didn't notice, we're not exactly open for business." That same teasing tone lingered in his voice, and he made no effort to tell her she had to leave. At least not yet.

Vera not even realising she'd taken the fall for Rosalie being convicted of Royce's murder. It isn't something Rosalie can help either, because the deaths may have had no suspect had Vera not been running her mouth around town calling Royce a murderer and then breaking into manic laughter when she hears about his death. My girl kinda did that to herself but that's what a lesbian situationship will do to you 😭

ADELAIDE KANE as MARY STUART ↴

Hearts & Minds ( 1.04 )

Vera not even realising she'd taken the fall for Rosalie being convicted of Royce's murder. It isn't something Rosalie can help either, because the deaths may have had no suspect had Vera not been running her mouth around town calling Royce a murderer and then breaking into manic laughter when she hears about his death. My girl kinda did that to herself but that's what a lesbian situationship will do to you 😭

Being 13 years apart, Didyme and Aro had never really experienced needing to share much with each other. Because of their difference in age, they very much held idealised views of the other sibling; Didyme saw him as somewhat of a stand in parent and he fostered his younger sibling, feeling more protective of her because she was a girl when the rest were brothers.

This changed when they became vampires. When Aro returned he still saw Didyme as the young girl he'd left behind, the one who'd idolised him, not the woman she was becoming. They were in fact quite different people, and may not have remained close had their human lives remained as such.

As vampires they began to frequently bicker as siblings closer in age would, Aro jealous of her closeness to Marcus ( whether that was because Aro coveted him for himself is undetermined, though Didyme suspected as much ) and that Didyme seemed to have a natural way with people that he did not. Aro controlled people with force, Didyme could persuade people with grace. By all regards, Didyme was more of a natural born leader than her brother, and part of her knew it and liked it.

There was not a lot in this world Charmion couldn't have if she so pleased. With her parents and social status she was primed for spoils, clothes, jewels, suitors. The world was practically hers for the taking. But none of that mattered if she couldn't have the one thing she truly desired. The one thing she wasn't free to obtain, who she could only ever have in the privacy of this room and could never show off to the world just how much she adored her. She was not cross at Hazelle, she was furious at the world. Though ever the ambitious mind, she was already making plans to try and bend the world to her will. To be able to have her cake and eat it too.

Which is why her lovers words catch her off guard. It is an option she has only ever dreamt of but never spoken aloud, one she has not let herself. It came with too much risk, there was too much to lose. Wide blues catch the others with a deep sadness, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "My love...you know I want nothing more...." Sucking in a sharp breath, Charmion sits up, cupping her other hand over Hazelle's. "Do not despair. I have a plan, you see. I am to be betrothed to Lord Harwood and he has pull in the Kings court. I shall get him to convince the King to abolish such places and let you come live with us. Harwood shall be away on business a lot and I will need a lady to keep me company." It is a compromise she isn't sure the other will want to hear so she attempts to deliver it with a soft smile, reaching to caress her love's cheek.

open to: women or fem presenting plot: based on this idea, set before Hazelle gets turned into a vampire bc I need a dark sapphic plot thnx - hmu to plot more if you’d like! connection: childhood friend & lover/sweetheart.

“Are you cross with me?” Hazelle asked in a soft and concerned tone, leaning against the bedpost of the others bed before she huffed a breath and plopped down on the soft mattress next to her friend, taking hold of their hands in her own, thumbs brushing against their soft skin soothingly. “You must know I do not wish to leave you, it is my family’s doing, this trip is their last effort to fix me…” Hazelle explained, her pretty brow creasing as she dipped her head a little in order to catch the other’s gaze, her own apologetic and sincere. Hazelle didn’t want it to be this way, no one had meant as much to her as this beautiful person next to her and she was certain no one else would ever come close to meaning half as much.

Her family had tormented her ceaselessly throughout her entire life, doing horrible things to cleanse Hazelle of her demons but none of it had worked and Hazelle was convinced it was because nothing was wrong with her and it was them that were wrong. All the doctors and specialists, all the priests and nuns. They were all wrong and Hazelle could exist in this world with the person she loved the most. The person who sat beside her. Hazelle’s heart picked up in pace and seemed to thunder loudly in her ears, cheeks flush she offered a small smile with a look that almost resembled a puppy. “Why don’t you and I run away? Hmm?” She meant it more than she let on but the words were said in an attempt to lighten the mood.

one thing Maria still doesn’t like to acknowledge is how her creators primed her to be a soldier the same way she does to her own progenies. Or if she does acknowledge it she doesn’t see it as the manipulation it was, she sees it as “preparing” them.

They had been watching her for weeks before they “saved” her, knowing she would be grateful to them for giving her the gift of immortality and freeing her from her captives. They knew the rage that boiled beneath a broken girl would be useful to protecting their coven. That she would do anything for a family she never had. What they didn’t bet on was her becoming the most powerful of them all, or being the sole survivor in their own bloody wars. How losing the only true family she’d ever known would turn her into a more fearsome warrior than they ever could have dreamed.

ANYA TAYLOR-JOY ▸ 2022 Filmography: ▸Peaky Blinders ▸The Menu ▸Amsterdam ▸The Northman