Her Brow Creases Ever So Slightly At His Words, Eyelids Flickering In An Attempt To Cover The Emotion

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ANSWERED ASK - MARIA

@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."

just thought about evelyn saving vera right before her lobotomy (very much inspired by the sense8 scene where amanita saves nomi like "I wouldn't let anyone touch that beautiful brain of yours" but way more vampiric in nature. way more blood involved) and how vera saw evelyn walking toward her covered in blood like a beautiful dark angel and was just like "woah". was she a little scared? yeah. but the lesbianism overpowered that and she was actually wildly attracted to her all covered in blood and killing the doctors which she would admit to later on

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.

I have a lot of feelings about vera and evelyn’s relationship despite it being made up entirely by me

Headcanon: Serena has serious substance abuse issues as her way of coping with the repressed emotion and stress inside her. Being half vampire she gets none of the health problems or hangovers and all of the buzz but it takes her more to get there. One of her worst habits is smoking. She secretly hopes the human side will prevail and one day it might kill her.

Natalie Dormer as Anne Boleyn in The Tudors (2007-2010)

reverse starter call? like this and I'll come into your open starters if you have any and reply if I can see our muses interacting. and also a reminder my DM's are open if anyone wants to plot

"Pity..." Serena frowns, head tilting to the side. "I would've liked to see what a warrior such as yourself could endure, but I suppose you may perish of starvation instead., How....mundane." She could tell this one had delusions of grandeur, latching on to the fact to toy with him. Not simply for her father's benefit, but also her own amusement. The hybrid sighs with a shrug, tearing open the blood bag and draining it empty all to herself. Some of the crimson liquid drips down the corners of her pouted lips which she dabs at with one of her sharp painted nails. "Mmm, I think that one was a virgin."

"And you really think that I'm gonna accept any sort of liquified nutrients from you? Thanks but no thanks." Strangely enough, this was not the first time that Nandor found himself behind a cage, in fact, at this point, part of him was already used to this situation. -- Was he hungry? yes, but it wouldn't be the first time that he restricted himself from any sort of meal. "Why don't you eat it, you might need it for when I get out of here and you need the energy to run and hide when I start shredding everyone into pieces."

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Idiot